#his enemies see him as smug af

[fletcheraccounting]

Fred has a pleasantly mild demeanour, however it's a single step away smug asshole at any moment.

[pastelsugar6w6]

Things i needed from the hobbit:

More thranduil

More of his gorgeous wardrobe

Thranduil and Legolas fighting together in BotFA. Bonus if their fighting complimented each other rather than just fighting near one another

More Leggy

Father/son spar as a means of settling an argument but despite all his flashy jumps and whatnot, Thranduil absolutely wipes the fucking floor with his son (the only other person to make Legolas bleed?? 👀)

Thranduil being so fucking smug about it. "I taught you everything you know but not everything I know"

Father/son spar in the midst of casual conversation and Thranduil absolutely wipes the fucking floor with his son

After his brief convo with Gandalf and realizing his son is worth more than jewelry, Thranduil very nearly puts his life on the line to protect his son. Maybe actually gets an injury putting himself between an enemy and Legolas

A FUCKING GOODBYE HUG

Legolas: "Melin gin, ada."

Thranduil: *inclines his head slightly in emotional constipation*

Thranduil actually turning his head next to someone and they barely avoid getting swiped by his spiky ass crown

More Thranduil fight (ik the intent was that his fighting style is based on less is more. But i would have loved to see him as acrobatic as Legolas. That perfect roll off his elk was sick af and he was still so pretty doing it)

Thranduil not wanting to deal with Gandalf in the army tent so holding up his finger for a moment of silence while absoutely throwing back an entire bottle of Dorwinion. "Alright. Proceed." ((I'd also like to add Bard and/or Bilbo are still there and in absolute awe))

Thranduil taking the necklace and some flowers to his wife's statue

[bluesidez]

OKAY I HAD TO HIT YOU W THIS BC I NEED THIS TO COME TRUE 🗣🗣‼️‼️

AcademicRival!Miguel x AcademicRival!reader

where they will do quite literally ANYTHING (legally) POSSIBLE to one up each other.

whether their petty rivalry began in high school or first year of uni/college, IDC- but they absolutely despise each other.

and!!! at some point down the track, they forgot why they were beefing in the first place, only for it to start stemming from a place of 'jealousy' (yk how sometimes jealousy is actually feelings of romantic interest in disguise,, yeah, that) and it gets to the point where they are quite literally making it all their friends' problem bc of it.

like i can imagine reader drinking something that Miguel sees and Miguel going 'i need to have this all the time and sell it out so reader can never have any' and Peter is like '???', or reader finding out Miguel got a certain mark and goes 'nobody speak to me for a month i have to understand everything about quantum physics before that smug asshole opens his mouth' and Jess is like '??? just kiss, fym??'

and then they finally have a moment where they have no choice but to rely on each other- whether Miguel's car breaks down on the side of the road reader happens to drive by and she takes him to his, or if reader desperately needs help in a situation and immediately calls him bc she knows he'll pick up bc she needs scary dog privileges and thats HIM so then they end up having a moment of reflection together with either super fluffy smut or absolute debauchery and fluffy aftercare i totally dont mind either way.

IDK do you know what i mean??? 🫣🫢🤭

anyway LY BLUE-BLUE, thank yew for letting me ramble on 🤍🩵

Are you asking me to write this? 🧐 (I shall add it to the pending ideas list just for you 🐰🩵)

I wrote that as a reply as soon as you sent it, but now I have more ideas that I wanna yap about to go along with this.

SO!! You already have a rivals, enemies to lovers trope going on. What better way to make it even more fun than to add the stoic x chatty dynamic???

Like I’m imagining the reader and Miguel first meeting in middle or high school. He’s a transfer student that’s immediately making the top grades and people are like where tf did he come from?? Reader doesn’t really think anything of it, she just carries on with her school life, chatting away (and getting in on the gossip about Miguel).

It’s not until he ends up in the same class with reader one semester (probably in high school) that reader is finally able to be in close contact with him. He’s so quiet and a little boring, but there’s always random girls coming in and out of the classroom to attempt to chat to him.

They’re always bringing snacks or sweets for him. He always turns them down with a “No thank you. I don’t like chocolate.” type of response. (What he thinks to be polite and cordial)

The guys in the class think he’s a huge jerk. The girls in the class still fond over him. You think he’s an oddball, a weirdo. But you really have no solid information to justify it.

It’s not until one day that the teacher asks this obscure question that he pisses you off. (I havent thought of a weird question yet tho). Everyone else has given crude or stupid answers, riling each other up and joking. You raise your head to give the most out-of-the-box, yet plausible answer that leaves the teacher impressed and the class laughing in shock. Miguel scoffs and debunks it so fast, that you start to feel like one of his rejected groupies. If you thought the laughter for your answer was loud, the laughter for his sounds like the crowd in a football stadium.

You’re embarrassed but you don’t really show it. You just brush it off and joke with everyone else like usual.

Then, one of the class’s first huge tests come. You’re gunning for the number 1 spot although you figure it won’t be too hard with half of the room being class clowns and the other half not giving af. You read over the material once and already have a good grasp on it, so you joke around with everyone else. There’s rap battles and TT routines. You guys even manage to get the teacher in on some of them. From the front of the room, you can see Miguel glancing back at you with such a sour look on his face. Wtf was his deal??

Test day finally comes. You’re the first to turn yours in with a smug smile on your face. You even take a nap until the next bell.

You’re on cloud nine for about a good week. Although, every time you open your mouth in class, Miguel looks like he woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

Then, the time came for the teacher to hand out the papers. He was pretty theatrical and loved to announce who got the highest score.

You were gearing up for him to say your name. And you don’t know of you’re crazy, but you’re certain your mom didn’t put “Miguel O’Hara” on your school registration form.

You frown as you come back to reality, watching as teacher handed him is paper. From your seat, you can see the bright red 100 in the corner, a smiley face to adorn it.

Then the teacher hands you your paper. A 99.5. Just 0.5 points from a perfect score. And what you got points taken off for is something so ridiculous that you could scream.

You can see him in your peripheral as you chat with the other students about the answers. Just as you discuss your silly mistake you take a small look at him. He has a faint smirk on his face, as if to laugh at your downfall.

From then on, you decide that it’s a war.

[and obviously, the story would travel with them as they grow. Once they’re adults, I can imagine Miguel to still be this same stoic, yet more approachable person who has had a ROSTER of hookups and a reader who’s still so flirty and chatty, yet can’t find a good partner to save their life. The dynamic of him knowing exactly how to make reader feel good verses reader being overwhelmed for once would be sooooo good]

What do you think Lexie-bun?? 🥸

[miabbh]

reading & commenting (a little too much & too emotionally)

── ❝ CHILL BABY ❞ 🪩🥂 ̟!!

by @baekhyunsbestie

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minseok gestures for you to sit, and your stomach drops when you see baekhyun already lounging in the chair across from him. he’s got that laid-back, insufferably confident posture, as if he owns the whole damn office. his tie is casually loosened, jacket tossed over the back of the chair like he’s at a bar instead of a meeting. he twirls a pen between his fingers with a carefree smirk, completely at ease as though this were some casual hangout, not an important work discussion.

The way I can fuckin see this in my mind as if it was a film scene speakes volumes about how good your writing is + how down we are for bbh. It's infuriating how good he looks even in my imagination through a bunch of words together!!!!!!!! Nhamnham I wanna nham nham him already it's the second paragraph 😩

your blood boils a little as you can’t help but notice how good he looks. it's infuriating—he looks effortlessly sharp in that tailored suit, the kind of guy who knows exactly how to make everything he wears look like it was meant for him. (...)

See, that's what I meant. We're all the same deep down, Baekhyun's Eris. We're all creatures breathing this man talent and beauty and cuteness and making sure the whole internet knows about it &!!!!! we feed each other!

“exceptional,” baekhyun repeats, leaning back in his chair with a grin that’s equal parts smug and infuriating. he lets the word hang in the air like a trophy. then, with an exaggerated sweetness, he shifts his gaze to you. “you hear that, sweetheart? i’m exceptional.”

ohhh my god I wanna punch him but at the same time I wanna give him the biggest loudest smooch over. cocky af I totally get her/me/us! Like- mf knows he's ho- HE'S GOOD AT HIS JOB and just uses it at his favor. That's hot.

your jaw drops, and before you can stop yourself, your voice rises. “oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”

baekhyun sits up straighter, his smirk vanishing as he frowns. “the fuck you mean, ‘unfortunately’?” he interjects, indignant. “i’m a goddamn asset to this company.”

“an asset?” you snap, turning to him with a glare sharp enough to cut glass. “you’re a walking liability.”

You won me over here. Do you want my heart, Lisa? I'll give it to you. What do you want? Just say the word. Imma print this and glue it in my forehead. Ah I love enemies to lovers and that's why I'm single. No one is worth being an enemy of mine because no one is like him 😩😩

Poor Minseok having to deal with it but it's just pure entertainment I'm loving it 😭

you roll your eyes, crossing your arms. “oh, please. fixed? more like rearranged everything i worked on just to make it fit your ‘vision.’”

baekhyun shrugs nonchalantly. “well, it worked, didn’t it? the client loved it. you’re welcome, sweetheart.”

I wanna bite them both. This is having me so excited Im shaking as I write! Jeez I wanna stay here forever Lisaaaaa!!!

“looks like we’re going to be spending a lot of quality time together, sweets,” he says, his tone practically dripping with amusement.

the pet nameeessseeeee 😩😩😩😩😩 please oh my I them to kiss already but at the same time pls don't keep this going

baekhyun blinks, clearly thrown by the shift in your tone. his usual cocky demeanor falters for just a second, a hint of pink creeping up his neck. “r-really?” he stammers, his voice softer, less certain. he runs a hand through his hair, rubbing the back of his neck as he stumbles over his words. “i... i can look into it.”

your smile doesn’t falter. in fact, it only grows, but now there’s a mischievous glint in your eyes. “yeah! and maybe while we’re out there, i can push you off the boat and into the ocean. and maybe, just maybe, i’ll finally be free of you.”

Don't do that 😭😭😭😭oh my heart you're evil nooooooo 😭😭 And his reaction? Oh my he's so helpless in love I wanna laugh but my heart is aching

baekhyun raises an eyebrow, twirling his bag strap like he’s the most important person in the world. “oh, i found us the perfect place. a real gem.” he pauses for dramatic effect. “one-star motel, just for you, babe.”

ahhhh Lisa I hope truth be told's holding it's place tight cuz it's shaking!!!!!

your breath catches in your throat, and you can’t stop the small ache that forms in your chest, the memories flooding back despite your best efforts to push them down. he steps closer, his eyes scanning you, like he’s inspecting every inch of you as if he’s trying to figure out how you’ve changed. or maybe how he hasn’t.

Ohhhh myyyyyyy I read the tags but I forgot about this but now 😩😩😩 Oh my the difference and the tension is too good

When it's well written, oh my the male rivalry and jealousy and everything has me on my knees. Lisa, you're fantastic! Bbh and Jongin then???? DAMNNN

“sorry, don’t think we’ve met,” baekhyun says, his voice dripping with a saccharine sweetness that’s anything but genuine. he tightens his arm around your waist just enough that you can feel the shift in his posture, like he’s pulling you into his orbit. his eyes flicker briefly to you before he meets jongin’s gaze again, sharp and calculating. “who are you?”

you know when you're soo deep into the story that you can feel and smeel and, sometimes, get scared when you notice you're not there? Wow, I just felt a good male perfume and it's in the middle of the night plus all the perfumes I have are sweet. Man, I'm in love with this piece and I'm just in the beginning.

boyfriend.

boyfriend. boyfriend! 😩😩 i want a baekhyun to be my (fake) boyfriend too

“we’re actually here for new year's, you know,” baekhyun says, his voice laced with a sweetness that you can’t quite shake off. “my girl can’t stand the cold back home, so we thought we’d escape for a bit.”

the car ride to the hotel is the kind of moment you’d want to capture forever. the windows are rolled down, letting the warm, golden sunshine pour in, and the tropical breeze carries the scent of saltwater and plumeria. you lean your head back against the seat, letting your eyes flutter closed for just a second as the warmth kisses your skin. it feels almost unreal, the stark contrast to the biting cold and slate-gray skies of new york city that you left behind.

this is so film coded, Lisa, that if I end up deciding and getting a master's degree in cinema, we will recreate this! Maybe not in Hawaii but WE WILL!!!!!

you glance at him from the corner of your eye, trying to piece it together. he’s relaxed in the driver’s seat, one hand loosely gripping the steering wheel while the other rests on the open window’s edge. his shirt sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, and his hair is ruffled slightly from the breeze. he looks completely at ease, like he belongs in this setting, soaking up the sun and radiating that same kind of effortless warmth.

“baekhyun,” you hiss, your voice low enough to avoid drawing attention but packed with enough fury to cut through his smug demeanor—or so you hope. “what the hell happened, king of the fucking finance department? you were in charge of the booking.”

IMMA.FREAKING.TATTOO.THIS.IN.MY.FOREHEADDDDDDEEEEEEEEE

this is too good if this was a book by now I would have had to buy three more copies because the pages would already be stuck to my wall with highlighters and notes and stickers

suddenly, he stops, his face shifting into a more serious expression, though the hint of a smirk still lingers. “actually, i’ll shower first. we can talk about the whole sleeping arrangement after, but i’m down for the pillow wall, if you are, sweets.” his eyes twinkle as he adds, “i know that was on your mind. and hey, you wouldn’t want your dear old boyfriend to sleep on the not-as-comfy sofa, would you? be a good girlfriend, would ya?”

DON'T 'YA' ME RN MAN WHAAAAAAAAA?????!!!!!!! I'm having a hard time already, bitting my nails and smiling like crazy and then you 'ya'? Don't 'ya'!!!! I'm too weak for this 😩

why am I so weak for his 'ya'? It's just a word 😭 brain is a weirdo

the same baekhyun who has spent months throwing paper clips at you during meetings, the one who always swiped the last muffin in the break room—one he knew you’d been eyeing all day. standing there, completely unbothered by your presence, his sharp hip bones and smooth muscle curves on full display.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HSJSJSSISJSJJSJSJSHSJSSIBSOSBSKDIABSKDJSAJWNDKSNSODNDKSJSSOXJSKSISBSKABDKD 😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫🫨😩🫨😵‍💫🤧🫨😩😵‍💫😵‍💫😩😵‍💫😣🫨😩🫨😩🫨🥶😣😳😨🫨😨😳😨🙁😨😲😨🙁😓😳😓😲😯😓🫤😞😒😠🧐🤔😶 soooooo nhamnham I wanna punch him for that all but AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

his broad shoulders practically fill the doorway of the bathroom, water droplets still clinging to his skin, glistening under the light as they trail down his collarbones, catching the soft glow of the room. they follow the sharp planes of his abs, disappearing just below the towel hanging low on his waist—just barely hiding the path that your eyes desperately try to pull away from.

and again I felt the smeel of shower soap? this must have a name but wow Lisa this rarely happens to me, only when I'm really deep into the reading but with your writing it's just to natural oh my- im truly chocked

also idk about you but in all my fics I imagine him soon after his "big Boy" era. Something about huge Baek has my heart on its hands and I'm not fighting back. Just imagine the difference on the shoulders, for starters 🥵 *fangirl sounds*

baekhyun raises an eyebrow, clearly entertained. “not even gonna send me straight to the couch?” he teases, his voice dripping with amusement. “gonna give me a chance on the bed tonight? you goin’ soft on me, sweetheart? promise i won’t disappoint. y’know, women are actually trying to get into my bed, not out of it.”

Oh my he's so shitty and cocky. Lisa you really surpassed yourself on this wow! Everytime they open their mouth I'm smiling like an idiot.

still, this part here?? He's so in love oh my. I mean who wouldn't but damn

before jongin can retort, baekhyun’s grip on you tightens, and he tugs you back into the room with a firm, deliberate motion. the door clicks shut behind you with a satisfying snap, the confrontation left to fizzle out on the other side.

I was silent this whole time because I just cant get enough of (not so fakely) jealous!possessive!Baek. LISAAAAAAAAAA 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷 I CAN'T STOPP READDINGGGHGHHHGGGDJ

baekhyun’s laugh rumbled deep in his chest, low and teasing, sending a shiver racing down your spine. “if you kill me, princess,” he whispered, his breath warm and distracting against the side of your face, “you’re goin’ down with me.” his voice dropped to a mockingly romantic tone. “kinda poetic, though, don’t ya think? like romeo and juliet.”

honorable mention. Hehe 😂😂😂

before you could respond, the sliding glass door to jongin’s room swung open, and his voice rang out, breaking through the tension. “if you two are going to have sex in the pool, i’m calling security!” he yelled.

No hehe to you 😒 That's called envy, Jongin! You lost! Go, go away! Also, damn lucky to have him there right there anyway 🙄

it was fucking infuriating.

It is, isn't it? Damn, Baekhyun is so handsome even when he's just breathing this makes no senseeeseee!!!!!

“aww, you guys shouldn’t have. but i’ve already been here for a couple years now,” baekhyun jokes, grinning as he glanced over at kyungsoo. “also, i’m in finance, not marketing.”

LISAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! I'M IN LOVE ENOUGH STOP WITH THIS SASSY LINES FROM HIM IMMA SMOOCH HIM! WITH TONGUE!

baekhyun swears he’d fallen in love at that moment.

you glanced at him, the corners of your mouth twitching into a subtle smirk, eyes glinting with amusement. “thanks,” you said, reaching for a muffin, your voice light and playful. “by the way, nice try with the whole ‘i’ve been here for years’ thing. thought it was kinda cute.” you paused, your gaze lifting to meet his, the challenge in your eyes sharp and clear. “but, what was it you said afterwards? wondering if i’m a 'yes man' or a hardass?”

Oh!! So she was the one who started 🤔🤔🤔 good to know, good to know. Poor Baekhyun, how could he not to fall in love and get so down for here? If things were a little different, maybe he would kneel right there and then

for the first time in either of your lives, you look up at baekhyun with something entirely new in your eyes. there’s a pink tint dusting your cheeks, softening the sharpness of your usual quips, and a sparkle in your gaze that practically screams that, to you, baekhyun puts the stars in the sky.

Oh my oh my oh my it's now, isn't it??!!!

“i could (make you come),” he breathes, the words almost shaky, like he’s barely holding himself together. his breaths are ragged, his chest rising and falling faster than you’ve seen all night.

SIR? I mean- hello for you too! He's so sassy how's that even possible???? Also you said the smut is 🥵 and I'm not ready! I'm shakingggg!

in that moment, the fireworks erupted in the distance, their deafening roar ringing in the new year as baekhyun’s lips crashed into yours with a force that stole the breath from your lungs. it wasn’t gentle or deliberate—nothing like the soft, romantic kisses you’d imagined. this was raw, primal, as if an invisible force had pulled you together, unrelenting and inevitable. every frantic press of his lips against yours felt like an explosion, a desperate, magnetic connection that neither of you could fight.

Mia.exe stopped working. Mia.exe stopped working. Mia.exe stopped working. Mia.exe stopped working. Mia.exe stopped working. Mia.exe stopped working. Mia.exe stopped working. Reason: overheating.

with every pop and crackle of the fireworks, his kiss deepened, more frantic, as if he couldn’t hold back any longer. the colors above—bright, burning, alive—seemed to reflect the way he touched you, his hands pulling you closer, his tongue moving with desperation that matched the chaos of the display. it was a beautiful, reckless collision of sound and motion, and for that brief moment, nothing else existed. it was just you, just him, and the fire in his kiss, mirroring the explosion of fireworks lighting up the sky.

So beautifully written Lisa oh my 😩😩🥵 I wanna tattoo this in my hand so I can read it all the time oh my- you're so good with words Lisa how lucky I am for reading this 😭 I love you Lisa damn I can't stop thinking about this lines

without any warning, his hand comes down hard, a sharp slap landing on the soft curve of your ass. the sting leaves a fiery trail as his fingers linger, pressing firmly through the fabric of your dress, now hiked even higher.

“always have to talk back, don’t you?” baekhyun spits the words, his knee pressing between your legs. his grin, so innocently handsome, spreads across his face as he notices the soft moan that slips from your lips. he grinds against you purposefully, feeling your body shift under him. “why won’t ya ever, hah—believe me?”

DOM BAEK?????!!!!! OMG LISA I'M GIVING YOU MY HEART SEND ME YOUR ADDRESS OR WHATEVER

I wasn't ready for this. I wasn't expecting this. But I like it. I like it very much. Very very very much 🥵

you stare at him, utterly deadpan. “yeah, you’re definitely getting pushed into the ocean tomorrow.”

WHAT WAS THAAAAT????!!!!!!!! OH MY LISA THIS WAS FANTASTIC!!!!

I loved it so, so, soooooo much!!!! All the cockyness, the tease, Their dynamics are so fluid that it is truly entertaining, it doesn’t feel forced, not a single line! Also related to this, the transition from enemies to lovers was soooooo smooth and created such strong anticipation!!! I was almost crying, Lisaaaaaaa 🥹🥹

The male rivarly too 😩 so well written too!!! Nothing, at least for me, is over the top. Like- it could be true so bad and still it's great enough to create the tension but without making it too heavy and to big of a difference to the general pace of the story 😩😩😩

I really wanna print this

THE SMUT 🥵🥵🥵🥵 DOM BAEK????!!!!!! "GOOD GIRL?????" Oh my everything was too hot I couldn't stop really 😩 and still he's so down for her/us like- dude can't even be playfully threatened she's looking somewhere else he made making her come his life mission! And wow man, wow

As I said, Lisa, loved it all 😭😭😭

Also, Truth be Told 's place is safe! But this one It's definitely a second favourite from now on! You just get better at each time, Lisa 🩷🩷!!!

Thank you for your time and dedication writing this and then sharing it with us! You did amazing 🥹🥹 soooo amazing!

[sadceline]

THE ENHYPEN HOST || 15

|| Reverse harem || ft. TXT, Mingyu (Seventeen) & BTS

WARNINGS: foul language, explicit content, group sex, humiliation, sex in public, threesome, foursoome, rough sex, red flags, immoral acts, unprotected sex, morbid jealousy, comedy, parody, possessiveness, violent quarrels, arguments, betrayals, lies, femdom sometimes.

GENRE: +18, reverse harem, comedy, enemy to lovers, friends to lovers

PREVIOUS (FF) CHAPTER:

FIRST CHAPTER:

When I wake up I am not in Niki's room. It's the first thing I notice, I can't help but rise up startled to look around, am I already in cage? Is this how this day begins? Did Niki let him do it or did he wait for him to come out?

I sigh, still wearing last night's tshirt, briefs, and my mouth is bitter from smoking and not brushing my teeth, too tired.

Sunghoon enters in his room, he has an all too smug smile, seems to almost feel pity for me, I should too.

"You even bothered to bring me here?"

"I didn't feel like waiting for you to wake up from Niki's room." Amment serene.

I sneer, annoyed, as I get off his bed. "What are the plans for today?"

"What do you think?"

"I'm not going to do anything with you."

I hear him burst out laughing as I sigh looking at Heeseung's chat, did the idiot really send me the morning?

"What did you do yesterday? With Niki."

I lift my tired, sleepy gaze to his, then smile. "We did it every which way, first I was on top of him, then him. Forward, back, I had him all over." I see him laughing, yes, he's laughing, but only because he doesn't want to show that he's bothered by this, after all, he knows it could have really happened (and it did, but not in these ways and certainly not lightly).

"Oh yeah? So you like the much smaller ones? Gross."

"Riki is my bias, after all." I laugh too, walking to leave the room.

He doesn't stop me but follows me, and I go to the kitchen to make myself a long espresso. "So, nothing to do today either?"

"No, nothing in particular. - He explains, walking away to get a small bottle of water from the fridge. - So, do you have Heeseung's number now, Jake? Niki probably gave you his too, didn't?"

"Do you want to give me yours too?" I ask, approaching the fridge to get some milk to stain coffee with, he opens the door for me. I look at his face for less than a second, then sigh and pick up the brick, moving away again to pour it into the cup. He takes his time answering me, who knows what he's thinking-probably wondering what he could say to make me feel worse.

"You already have so many people you can call in times - he says, approaching the door - you don't need my number too."

So, he crosses the hall and disappears. I am left alone with my coffee and some doubt, as well as a strange bitterness in my chest, better not to think about it. I check social since it's been a while since I've done so and surprise surprise, I choke when I find out that with his official account Yeonjun actually wrote me on instagram.

Of course he doesn't follow me, but since I have the open account he can write to me.

In the meantime, Sunghoon has returned to the kitchen with his own phone, but I am caught off guard, instinctively afraid that he might find out such a thing and therefore rail further against me.

"Do I scare you that much?" He huffs, annoyed, but continues to look at the phone screen, intent on sending messages by typing quickly. He looks agitated.

"In fact, you do convey a certain uneasiness to me - I sigh, turning off the phone screen, he notices though - but I'm not af raid of you."

"That's good - he says, but he doesn't seem at all focused or present, something is going on behind his screen. - Because it's Heeseung you should be afraid of."

I wearily lift my eyes to the sky, he took short time. I sit at the table, away from him, resuming staring at the screen as I sip my coffee and it still feels too strange, should I respond? Surely it's not nice to ignore him - he even wrote to me with the official account....

"What are you smiling about?" He asks annoyed.

I immediately compose myself, turning off the phone again. "What do you care? Mind your business."

"Yah! - He raises his voice, I raise my eyes a little scared and he notices, so he clears his voice calming down. - Really, you should put the phone down."

"What?" - I ask incredulously, and a little amused. - Are you kidding?"

"You can choose to put it away yourself, or I'll take it."

I immediately pick up the device, placing it between my thighs. "What? Are you crazy all of a sudden?"

"Never been sane. - Approaching threateningly, I stand up. - That idiot will text you all the time, and you apparently can't take your eyes off the phone, so we'll settle it politically."

I laugh as I flee for the kitchen, avoiding him. "You've been with the phone the whole time, too!"

He stops, I can see it, he covers his mouth because by dint of running and chasing me around the kitchen he's had to laugh too. He coughs again, gets serious.

‘Of course I have real commitments, important people to answer to.’ I arch my eyebrows in amusement, I actually have important people to answer too but I don't need to say that, I don't want to annoy him further. ‘Then you shouldn't waste your time on unimportant people like me.’ I explain. He, however, takes advantage of my moment of vulnerability to reach over and take the phone out of my hands, raising his hand so that I can't reach it. ‘Shut up, okay?’ OK my ass, Park Sunghoon, ‘Give it back.’ I ask, doing so politely, this doesn't have to turn into a war. ‘Why do you want it? Forget it - he replies, with such nonchalance that it creeps me out. - So you talk to Heeseung a lot? Do you have fun over the phone?’ I keep smiling nervously, I want to slap him, he's so arrogant. ‘Give me your phone.’ ‘What?’ He bursts out laughing, putting mine in the back pocket of his suit… black. ‘I'll let you have it if you give me yours.’ ‘No way.’ He laughs. ‘Then give it back to me, there's not a single reason why you should have it.’ ‘There are reasons - he says. - The first is that I don't know your code, so, I can't do anything with your phone. The second is that this is my turn, your time belongs to me, so I choose what you can and cannot do.’

I am speechless for his logic, his arrogance no knows bounds, I am fascinated by this but not in a good way. Park Sunghoon, are you a sociopath?

‘It's not written anywhere that I can't use the phone.’ Just as I speak, in front of me, he pulls out his fucking phone and replies, as I can see a few metres away, to a very long message. ‘Then let's write it down.’ He says.

As I suspected something is going on, but who is he talking now? The messages are long and Sunghoon stays writing the reply for several seconds, to the point that despite being aware that stealing his phone now would be so easy, I still decide not to do it.

He has a stern expression on his face, he's so handsome when he's angry that it makes you want to make him really angry. I sigh, realising I've been staring at him for too long, so I simply return to my coffee.

‘Don't drink just that, eat something.’ I look at him, he's focused on the screen, I force myself to get angry but it actually still makes me a little bit impressed that he's pretending to care about me. ‘No thanks.’ ‘Don't be such a kid.’ ‘Aren't you too busy answering to talk to me too?’ I ask, and he lifts his gaze for the first time in a while, staring at me amused. ‘What, are you feeling neglected?’ I open my mouth genuinely surprised, how dare he? ‘Give me my phone back, stupid.’ ‘Stupid?’ ‘I thought about it, I'm older than you, you should start... c-comport yourself well. - I say that but my voice is shaking at the end. - You're d-disrespectful.’ He bursts out laughing, turning off his phone and putting it back in his pocket. ‘What, and you want me to call you noona too?’

Let's not exaggerate, I think as I cover my mouth because I can't help smiling, I'm such a pervert…. is just a word, why should it have that much effect on me?

‘Look at her, she can't hide it! - He accuses me aloud, while his laughter fills the atmosphere all around. - Oh my god, do you really want to hear me say that? Pathetic, give up now.’ ‘If you hold to that like you did with the ‘I will never sleep with you’ then can we say you'll do it by the end of the day?’

I bite my lip, I knew he would be angry. He approaches twisting his lips, the evil ice prince, he has his hands in his pockets but bends slightly to get to my height.

‘And tell me, how is Heeseung?’ ‘What does Heeseung have to do with it now?’ ‘About this thing which I really don't remember - he smiles smugly - what does he think? Is he trying to reassure you by saying it was a mistake?’ ‘You realise you can't talk about something you deny happened?’ He laughs again, pulling away. ‘It doesn't change anything, whether it happened or not. ‘ I take a few steps towards him, narrowing my eyes. ‘Then why not admit it happened?’ He backs away further, laughing. ‘Because it doesn't matter.’ ‘Talking to you is pointless, isn't it?’ ‘We can deal with it like two adults. - He explains calmly, taking his mobile phone back, writing a short message and turning it off again. - Now let's talk about what happened yesterday, where you were with Niki, who was with you? And Heeseung?’ ‘You keep asking me about Heeseung… - I giggle, nervous. - Like it's important.’ ‘It isn't? Then you should let me read the chat.’ I swallow, not expecting such a request. ‘W-what? No?’

At that moment, Sunoo enters the kitchen, Sunghoon is about to distance himself from me as the comrade passes between us and approaches for coffee.

‘Didn't you go out?’ Sunghoon asks, first. Sunoo, so elegant and pale, sighs almost disappointed. ‘Good morning.’ I sit at the table looking down. ‘Good morning.’ ‘You're excited, aren't you, hyung?’ The younger man asks, sitting down next to me and observing me. ‘What?’ Sunghoon asks. ‘It's finally your turn, you've been looking forward to it. - He smiles, bringing his cup to his lips, takes a sip. - Noona shouldn't you eat something? Then you'll end up sick.’

Wow, Sunoo, just like everyone else, is simply dazzling up close. It may be the make-up, but his skin appears free of any kind of imperfection, his features are so fine. He has a very different glance to the rest of the world, calmer, maybe mature, but equally brilliant.

‘And you? How are you going to get through the day with just a coffee? ‘ Sunoo crinkles his beautiful big eyes, he's surprised but doesn't want to show it. ‘I'll be fine, I have vitamins.’ ‘Do you want me to cook you something quickly? - I sigh worriedly, getting up. - I'll be quick for real.’ ‘Noona… no need, really.’ He laughs, embarrassed, how cute… ‘Go to that bar you like so much - snorts Sunghoon, taking out his wallet and putting several tens of thousands of won in his hand - and really do it.’ ‘I don't want anything from you, hyung.’ Sunoo replies, but Sunghoon grabs his hands, preventing him from pushing the money against his chest. The two look at each other for several seconds and God if I am fantasising. 'Then you really are…how envious. I'm jealous. - Sunoo laughs, pulling away first. Sunghoon swallows, struggling, looking away nervously, then the younger man comes towards me, smiling. - I'll BOY something good for you too, noona, since you're so nice.’ ‘Thank you…’ I nod infatuated by his sweet and spicy scent.

Sunoo leaves the room and walks out of the attic, Sunghoon looks at me, he's angry but I don't understand why. The fact that he approaches so suddenly, walking against me, makes me spontaneously back up until I freeze against the wall, I swallow, he's really… close.

‘W-What did I do?’ ‘I don't know but stop it.’

This is all crazy. I slide under his outstretched arm leaning against the wall and walk towards the corridor, he stops me, as usual, with his stupid strength and I give in.

‘What do you want?’ ‘Aren't you going to answer?’ ‘I have nothing to say to you.’ ‘I can be nice, if you'll be a good girl.’

I stiffen, he absolutely must not say such things. I'm very sensitive, even if it's an asshole like him saying them.

‘Sunghoon, what's on your mind?’

He walks towards me, he is close but does not cross the line, I can feel his breath caressing my forehead, it is as if time has stopped. I hate feeling so at a disadvantage.

‘What should I have on my mind? I just want to talk.’

He says this grabbing me by the arm and dragging me into his strange bare room, he pushes me against the bed but as usual, he is not abrupt, I fall exactly as I should have fallen. He, though at arm's length, has climbed into bed with me, crawling.

‘Talk about what?’ ‘Let's see if you're honest… who were having lunch with you yesterday? ‘ I pale, evidently also. ‘W-what?’ ‘Who, were, with, you? - He smiles but is nervous. - Come on…’ ‘Why do you want to know?’ Sunghoon gets serious all of a sudden. ‘Riki is a kid who gets manipulated by those assholes, and you would do anything to get laid.’

I do, I don't even think about it for a second, I slap him on his fucking elegant cheek which turns red within seconds. I'm terrified of my own behaviour, I should never, never have reacted like that.

He touches his cheek as he looks at me surprised, but also definitely annoyed. ‘Who were you yesterday, Amanda?’

Did he call me by name? I don't remember if he did before, but the way his voice vibrates, his tone serious and deep, makes my knees tremble and my throat dry.

I swallow, backing away as I sit on the bed. ‘We were together with Yeonjun and Soobin.’

There, now he is really angry. There are several reasons why he might be: the first is that, thinking me an easy chick (even though I actually am) he might be afraid of venereal diseases or something, the second is that he obviously hates them.

From first to last.

‘Oh yeah, and did you have a good time?’ I raise my pupils, that's just like him reply like that. ‘Do you really think that just because I met them then I laid with them?’ He doesn't answer right away, seems to think about it, then looks at me. ‘Yes.’ ‘I already told you - I reply, unable to mask my nervousness - think what you want.’ ‘I don't actually believe you - he says, approaching slowly - but you can try to change my mind.’ ‘W-Why should I?’ I laugh, but I don't realise fast enough that by grabbing me by the waist, he pushed me down so that I was right underneath him, between his legs. ‘Because if I'm not angry - he whispers, hunching over me, who remain pressed against his mattress, unable to breathe - it will be more pleasant.’ ’W-What?’

He smiles for less than a second before taking off his little black shirt, revealing a body that is nothing short of divine. His shoulders broad as fucking highways meet at the height of his collarbones, so prominent and defined. His chest appears immense in front of me, as I gaze shocked from below.

How can he… be real.

‘If you cooperate, I will show you more and more.’ He says, taking my hand to rest it on his abdomen so tight, so flat, so hard. ‘Don't… A-Are you kidding?’ I ask genuinely confused. ‘You really didn't do anything with Riki?’ He asks again, pushing my hand lower, but not too far.

This is…. I have to get up from here.

‘N..No…’ I whisper.

WHAT THE FUCK.

Why do I please him? I regain my senses thankfully and try to get up to move away from him but he stops me from the waist, forcing me under his body.

‘No, eh? Why? Cause did Heeseung ask you?’

We look into each other's eyes, i'm feeling strange. His gaze is serious enough to make me uncomfortable, at the same time I feel like this is the only time Sunghoon takes me seriously.

‘Yes.’ I reply.

He didn't expect such a response, it is obvious, so much so that he lets his grip on my hips but I don't use this moment to escape, I remain helpless, as if my body were lifeless.

‘What?’

I don't answer, but it's as if I did.

Sunghoon's phone starts ringing just at this moment but he doesn't move, instead he grabs my shirt and lifts it up, I am only in my briefs underneath. I don't run, I don't flinch, I don't even know what's going on.

I'm just lying.

‘Do you want Heeseung?’ ‘Your… the phone rings…’ I say softly, looking away. ‘He's just messing with you.’ ‘I know.’ I admit. ‘You know?!’

The phone stops ringing for a second, then a second call comes in, apparently urgent.

'And you? - I ask him. - Aren't you messing with me too?’

That's when in less than a second, as the annoying ringtone becomes sweet music, Sunghoon leans over and taking my face with both hands kisses me, for the first time.

But… what the fuck…..

I push him, he insists, I try to push him away but after a couple of times I stop fighting. He kisses me, really kisses me, he's not touching me outside my face but my body burns as his tongue melts over mine like ice in lava.

A third call starts, this time I really push him and he stops.

He gets up without saying anything, I get the impression that he is angry while walks to the desk where he had left the phone and answers.

‘What the fuck…. who is?! - He answers really, really aggressively to the call….. I hear a female voice. Sunghoon has his back to me but I think I know which his expression have, his silence lasts too long. - What?! No!’

Several more seconds of silence.

‘Fuck, you can't do that! I'm coming..... I said…. yes.’

When he closes the call he loses several seconds before turning around, but by the time he does I'm already up. He walks towards me, his long black fringes covering his eyes but he has a really scary expression.

He takes off my shirt, I'm so surprised I don't realise I have to stop him, then I catch a glimpse of his dark eyes.

‘Wait in Jungwon's room.’ ‘W-what? Give me the shirt meanwhile..’ I say, trying to grab it back. He moves his arm. ‘No - he shakes his head, making a noise of denial with his mouth - you're going to stay like that.’ ‘S-Sunghoon who's coming?’

He doesn't answer immediately, in fact, he tries to boycott the discussion by throwing the shirt to grab my thin briefs from my hips, I see his long fingers bend around the lambo of fabric and seriously I can't stop him.

He touches my abdomen, my thighs, with his nose, with his lips.

Shit…

‘Wait in Jungwon's room.’

Why do I let him undress me? Why do I let him take me to Jungwon's room? And why specifically his?

‘Honestly - he says, still holding my underwear - I don't have enough time to tie you up. This is the only room with a bathroom that you're allowed to enter, and you can't go outside.’ ‘G-Give me the phone.’ He bursts out laughing, but you can tell he's faking it, he's really pissed off, unhinged I dare say. ‘No kidding.’ ‘What…. What am I supposed to do?’ ‘Wait for me.’ He says, and then SIMPLY closes the door.

So I'm naked and in Jungwon's room, which is particularly neat but monochrome, mostly, all white, grey and beige.

I lean against the door, wondering who it is. Wonyoung? It looks… dangerous to me.

‘Are you an asshole? I'll kill you.’ Someone shouts, sounds like her to me, also seems to hit him repeatedly with maybe a bag. ‘You can't come here. Who did you come with?’ ‘You really want to tell me that? - She replies offended, advancing into the living room. - You're a fucking asshole, I'm going crazy.’ ‘If I was boring you would have snubbed me.’ He chuckles, in confidence.

Their tone is almost childlike, it doesn't sound like they're really arguing.

‘What the fuck is wrong with you these days?’ She asks. ‘Nothing, it's the change of season. Why are you here?’ ‘Ah, that sucks. You've gotten so used to it - and I guess she's talking about herself - that you don't even want to…’

Their bickering is interrupted by a stony silence, because… I guess the sound of their kissing doesn't come through the door. Why am I trembling? Am I scared or envious?

‘I know the boys are out all day today.’ She giggles. Sunghoon does the same, but in a different way. ‘How do you know? You let me spy?’ ‘Who knows… never let it be said that the princess of Korea is betrayed by any idol.’

They kiss again, at length.

Fuck, she is just incredible. I wish I was a tenth of what she is to live just better. And I feel pretty shitty too, I mean… I wouldn't feel guilty if she was aware of it of course, but really, beyond what I think of Sunghoon, never let it be said that someone like her has horns, for someone like me then… that would be inexcusable, I would deserve the pillory.

He whispers something to her that I can't hear.

‘And I don't like bullshit.’ She replies though, getting up, walking down the corridor, he follows her. ‘Wonyoung, don't do that again. Coming here is dangerous for you too.’ ‘Ok, but now fuck me.‘ ’You asked for it.’

I'm quite surprised. I mean… I imagined this would happen, but I thought I had more time to deal with something like this.

Thus began whole hours of fucking wild sex.

And I, honestly naked, locked in Jungwon's room, don't know what I could use to take my life without feeling excessive pain. I could try to use a pillow to suffocate myself or throw myself out the window, but the building is really high and the torture would be really long.

They scream, she moans at the top of her lungs. Right now they must be looking at each other, possessing each other in a very different dance than they are used to. It must all be so sweaty, wet, and elegant, their bodies high, dry….

Lying on Jungwon's bed, after putting on one of his shirts (I'll apologise later) I realise that although his sheets smell like everyone else's, his pillow smells too. Like borotalcate. It is so fresh and natural, it makes me want to sleep.

I try and try again but they keep moaning, panting, screaming. I get up, desperate, I walk around the room. This cannot be happening.

The screams subside and I can breathe.

When I hear the doorknob click, I snap too, terrified. Someone has tried to open it, and it is not Sunghoon because he knows he has locked it.

‘What are you doing?’ Sunghoon asks agitatedly, behind the door. ‘Take it easy you idiot. - She snorts in offence. - Where is the bathroom in this house?’ ‘That way, this is Jungwon's room.’ ‘He locks it huh? Strange…’ ‘He does it because Riki takes his clothes.’ ‘Mh, if you say so - sigh. - I'm going to take a shower, bye.’

After several minutes it happens what shouldn't have happened, seriously, I could have faced a few more hours without water and mobile phone, it would still have been better than seeing Sunghoon walk through the door, half naked, his wide tracksuit slipping over his pelvis, his hair dampened, his fucking lips consumed by another's kisses.

‘Are you ok?’ He asks, without looking at me, as he hands me a bottle of water. ‘Get out immediately - I whisper, terrified - are you out of your mind?’

Sunghoon approaches, he is tired, he looks like a zombie. He places the water bottle on the desk before grabbing me by the face and resuming kissing me, like before.

What is he doing? This… this guy has gone crazy! They've all gone mad! I am living in the worst and best erotic nightmare of my life but I really need to wake up now.

He kisses me, his tongue is not fast but passionate, he savours every inch of my lips as I sink into the softness of his, our noses brush against each other and his hands caress my cheeks, my hair, he holds me from the nape of my neck so that the kiss is more intense.

I really want to die in this moment, because imagining that it will end devastates me.

He stops, perhaps he has finally woken up from his nightmare. Yet I still cannot see his eyes, preciously hidden under the thick bangs that also look so soft and into which I would like to sink my fingers.

No… he has not woken up.

‘Why are you wearing Jungwon's things?’ He asks, in a whisper, I can't even tell if he's looking at me, he's become so strange, unrecognisable. ‘If she came in…’

Sunghoon approaches me again, takes the t-shirt from the edges and lifts it slowly over my body, and the truth is, I don't stop him this time either.

‘You wouldn't want to… - He asks, laughing awkwardly, as if he's really out of it - wear only my things?’ I am… confused. Confused, tired and terribly horny. ‘I maybe… - I say, swallowing, I feel like I'm drunk and I haven't even had a drink - no… you're crazy. Maybe you're the craziest of them all.’ I smile upset, turning away from him. ‘When you're good at everything, you end up a little crazy in the end.’ He smiles this time too, but as usual, he doesn't mean it.

He takes my face again, he kisses me again, to deny him would be like going against my own instincts, I can't resist him.

This time his hands touch me, how very much they touch me. He cupping my breasts, picking them up as if they were tiny, then his lips slide over my nipples and I moan.

‘S-Stop it….’ ‘Shut up.’

ok short poll because it amuses me, bye

NEXT CHAPTER:

[bangrychannie]

College AU Stay Kids Fanfiction Recs

Hello! You all voted for college AU for my next rec list, so here it is! I just compiled all of my bookmarks into a spreadsheet for easier recs, and I have 31 under college AU (just shy of 1 million words of fanfic omg). I will not put all of them but I'll make a part 2 at some point. Lots of pairings here but mostly Minsung. I tried to do a mix of explicit and non explicit ones.

My other fanfic rec lists:

Misc

Time Loop

Angst free

Demons

love, friendship, and other complications by flying_dream (Sungbin | 1/1 | 18,363 | Teen and Up)

Jisung has never had a date for Valentine's Day. Never. Never. Naturally, as his best friend and number #1 bro, Changbin steps up to the plate and volunteers as tribute. Yeah, this is definitely going to be one for the books.

Classic idiots to lovers. Obsessed with this one

Attachments by bitsori (Minsung | 1/1 | 16,423 | Teen and Up)

“You can do the 24-hour handcuff challenge!” Felix suddenly suggested, and the gears in Jisung's head immediately began to turn. “It's perfect for you and Minho-hyung, and your viewers would love that,” he added. Jisung took pause; he had to admit that their idea could make for amusing content. He and Minho always had fun when they were together, and he knew that his subs love to see him with his best friend. in which Jisung and Minho spend an entire day literally attached to each other, and certain revelations come about.

Youtuber Jisung, dancer Minho, teensy tiny bit of angst I love it

36 Questions to Fall Out of Hate by leebitcore (Minsung | 1/1 | 15,719 | Explicit)

Images of Lee Minho’s stupidly smug face flash through Jisung’s brain as he marches out of the dining hall to go to the faculty building. He can already hear his condescending voice, arrogant as he teases Jisung about them being partnered up. Something along the lines of “Happy to see me? Don’t worry, I’ll make sure we do well.” or, Jisung and Minho are paired together to test the 36 Questions to Fall in Love for a school project. There’s only one problem – Jisung can’t fucking stand him.

Enemies to lovers/academic rivals Minsung what more could you ask for

Sure Strike by falloutgirl (2min | 1/1 | 27,963 | explicit)

Minho's eyes trail down Seungmin’s shirtless body, his toned arms, his lithe form, the bit of lean tummy that Minho has been imagining biting into for weeks. His eyes follow the sweat dripping off Seungmin’s hair and down his chest, rolling down his abdomen as it pools against his bellybutton. His gaze sinks lower, lower, and he sees all of Seungmin, in nothing but the tightest pair of white boxer briefs Minho’s ever seen. A strangled breath breaks its way out of Minho's throat. There’s nothing left to the imagination.

One sided enemies to lovers where Minho is incredibly down bad for Seungmin. Obsessed. The smut in this is insane so make sure to read the tags lol

eight hugs a day (keeps the doctor away) by tuanpark (Seungjin | 1/1 | 20,879 | Teen and up)

Seungmin didn’t want to argue. “Look, can you help me or not? I’m just trying to relieve some stress here, man.” Hyunjin seemed deep in thought. “I can’t help you if you don’t want to hug… But tell you what! We can work up to it. Start small and work our way up to one. Free of charge!” Or Seungmin is a stressed college student, and Hyunjin is a self-proclaimed hug therapist.

I like this one bc Hyunjin is odd af and Seungmin has no clue how to deal with it lol. Very cute

the long game by floraii (Hyunsung | 1/1 16,045 | Teen and Up)

“Anyway,” he continues, voice still sultry, “I’ve been seeing you in class, and I was just wondering—” he moves his hand to curl around a strand of his hair. “Could I get your number?” Han Jisung’s big brown eyes blink again. His gaze darts to his lips, then to his notebook, then up to his eyes. “To study?” “Yeah,” Hyunjin blurts without thinking. What the fuck? Study? What is happening? Why is he agreeing?

Hyunjin has a type. It’s not usually shy boys in his Intro to Statistics class with big round eyes and glasses, but Han Jisung is different.

Nerd Jisung and jock Hyunjin yippeee

reply hazy, try again by mrehk (Chanbin | 1/1 | 14,951 | explicit)

Changbin’s calculus tutor is Bang Chan. Smile wide, eyes shining, curly hair wild around his head. He’s got his backpack slung over one arm, those fuck ass chino shorts with a five inch inseam that make Changbin’s mouth water— and, goddamn, he’s wearing a fucking cropped t-shirt. Jisung and Seungmin are going to string Changbin up and have their way with public humiliation when they hear about this. (OR: solving for the derivative of l+o+v+e)

Changbin drooling over Chan was super funny, I loved this. I don't think mrehk could write something bad though haha

pretty boy, don't you want me to? by sunshinedozing (Seungsung | 1/1 | 11,938 | Explicit)

“You’re cute.” Seungmin says bluntly. “And I kind of want to take you home with me. My shift’s over in thirty minutes, if you feel like waiting.” Jisung blinks at him a couple times. “Really?” He asks incredulously. “Wow, okay. Yeah I’ll um, I’ll wait.” Seungmin grins, and he lets a little sharpness slip into it. “Great, I’ll see you then.” Jisung gulps. “Yeah, see you then.”

Jisung kind of wants the hot librarian who keeps distracting him to take him home and fuck him stupid. Luckily, the hot librarian wants the same thing.

sunshinedozing is also a fantastic writer! love this one, loser Jisung is like the best thing ever

peaches and cream by stellalunar (Minsung, 2/2 | 49,793 | Teen and Up)

Jisung truly doesn't mean to spend his Friday night holding someone else's sopping clothes in the laundry room of the dorm building while said someone else stares at him with an expression that's a mix of amusement, confusion, and pity. But here he is, standing in the laundry room of the dorm building, holding the sopping wet clothes of a very amused college student who's valiantly giving his best effort not to straight-up laugh at Jisung. - Or, in which Jisung's dumb, sleep-deprived self accidentally steals Minho's clothes and then Minho shows up at Jisung's door with an impish grin and a needed favor and accidental feelings ensue.

Jisung is so awkward in this one and it's super cute

falling thru the cracks by liknow (Seungbin | 1/1 | 6862 | Teen and Up)

"Friends don't kiss," Minho says, eyes narrowed. "Uh, sometimes they do? I mean, we're really good friends..." Changbin tries to defend. "Really good friends don't kiss either, idiot."

in which: Changbin and Seungmin accidentally make a habit of making out at parties, then start going to parties just so they have an excuse to make out, then realize that isn't normal.

another idiots to lovers so funny

Ok so that's all for now haha, I will definitely post a part 2 for college AUs but fake dating will be next! That is a much shorter list unfortunately so if y'all have good ones that you think I'd like I wouldn't mind if you sent them over

[multishipperofgaydeadwizards]

Your favourite girlfriend is back and the goal is to hit you with one new ship everyday atleast for 20 days to make my brain start running with ideas again.

For today I present to thee ✨️James/Barty✨️ I do not know if this is already a ship but I'm here and imma yap

1. Their shipname: thrillchaser. It's so their dynamic core and it just fits ok so I'm dubbing this as their ship name. Deal with it.

2. Scenario 1 of how they will get together: it would start with both of them fancying Regulus and trying to impress the poor ace baby but they end up trying to one up each other hence impressing each other and they just sorta fall in love.

3. Scenario 2: it starts with James being fed up of always being the golden boy and Ray of fucking sunshine and happiness and he goes into a rebel phase doing the worst things he thinks possible and hooks up with Barty a couple of times. Barty actually sorta pities James for finally breaking and tries to help him, it's a sorta mutual healing trope and they get together. It goes somn like Barty teaching James to be selfish and James teaching Barty to be selfless. You see my point? Cause idk if it makes any sense (do I ever make any sense 💀)

4. Scenario 3: Enemies to lovers. Classic. Perfect. Maybe they seriously hate one another and always jab at each other and then bam suddenly Barty is shoving James to the wall, fists clenched on his shirt and then they're too close and then they're kissing. Site image: that one scene in Good Omens season 1. Yk the one.

5. Whatever it is, I can't see them being very emotional smoochie smoochie until after a veeeeery long time ykwim?

6. time for *drumroll* words moodboard! My absolute favourite thing to do to be honest [other than you ofc ;) ]

Bloody knuckles, heavy breathing, running in corridors, knife/wand to neck, smug smirks and scowls across corridors, quickies in bathrooms, degrading kink, torn clothes, uhhh uhhh idk what else to say good god my brain feels dry af but you see the image right? Like you seeing my vision? help me out here baby

7. Barty either joins the death eaters to stop it from the inside or he joins purely to piss off his dad and loses James in the act, probably closes off all his emotions after that or James gets with Lily fsr I can't think of yet and Barty lashes out and joins the death eaters

8. In a perfect world I can see James joining the death eaters for Barty hehehehe

9. Image: "Moody" looking at Harry and saying 'you have your father's snark and wit' and Harry being confused af but rolling with it assuming "moody" and him were prolly besties at the order or somn

10. I JUST WANNA SEE FANART OF THEM NOW LIKE SOMEBODY SEE MY BLOODY VISION HERE PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU (says this as a literal fanartist but it's burnout time ok so leave me alone)

YOU'RE BACK ‼️‼️ FINALLY ‼️‼️‼️ I HAVE MISSED U GREATLY MY LOVE ‼️‼️‼️ MY LIFE HAS LOST ALL IT'S COLORS WITHOUT YOU BY MY SIDE ‼️‼️‼️

also I'm very excited to see the other asks ‼️

ah yes, darksun my faves <3

1) ngl thrillchaser sounds better than darksun so I approve the change of name

2) their attempt of seducing regulus leads to them seducing each other. real. and also makes so much sense for them ngl

3) ohhh this is good too ngl. something about them "fixing" eachother is delicious. it also makes sense

4) 😳🤭 yes. they hate-fuck so hard

5) yeah I agree. they're both very affectionate and verbal lovers. y'know the kind that makes sure everyone knows that this person is their lover. but for some reason it takes them a while to be as loud and verbal with each other than with others (maybe because they usually go for people that seem absolutely uninterested so they need to compensate for their lovers seeming uninterested. they don't have that need with each other so their more quiet abt it at first)

6) yeah no I totally see it. especially that running in the hallways one. it just fits them

7) I think it's probably the last two options. he loves james but pissing off his dad is his number one priority. he probably didn't even realise how bad he messed up until james breaks it off. or when he joins the noseless freakster post jily getting together he does solely because he knows it's the best way to get back at james. (he also probably makes the announcement that the potters are his and he'll kill them himself)

8) honestly I can't see him join ever. I think his morals just don't align with it. it's a fun idea though

9) lmfao. drunk!moody telling harry way too many details abt his father to the point that he starts to wonder if moody and his dad were having an affair (and how weird it is considering that moody is abut older than james, no?)

10) that's so real tho. I also want thrillchaser fanart

[ind1exo]

First Impressions of WH Characters (In My POV)

The reactions I had were based on their appearance, trailers, or their appearances in routes. Some of these may be goofy but just bare with me, thanks.

Elias - Link?! (From Legend of Zelda)

Yukiya - Ike?! (From Fire Emblem)

Luca - He doesn't look like any of the characters I recognize... He's just green and that's it.

Klaus - Like Santa claus?

Randy - He looks like a nice guy and also giving off zesty vibes.

Azusa - He's so pretty! Why is there so many "???" in his bio? welp

Joel - Wow a cute boy with different colored eyes!

Vincent - He looks... kind of old.

Leon - He looks strange and why is he white all over?

Cerim - Why tf did he put a knife on the MC's throat? I don't like him already.

Guy - Well he IS a guy...

Glenn - A samurai warrior looking guy is in a wizard game?

Leslie - Is that a girl? *Quickly realizes it's a boy* Oh, duh-

Sigurd - Never thought I'd see a purple haired boy with yellow eyes. Odd.

Mel - This guy has an attitude for someone younger than the MC-

Zeus - He seems like a pompous prick based off that CG of him cornering MC.

Klaus 2 - OMG KLAUS GOT A SEQUEL?! *Does the route immediately*

Hiro - Emo boy vibes.

Alfonse - He looks an AWFUL lot like Elias and Klaus. Suspicious.

Caesar - *Thinks of Julius Caesar... then of Caesar salad.* A character that turns into a pig is... Well, alright then.

Lucious - Femboy prince vibes over here!

Hugo - Isn't that an enemy? We get to date an enemy now?

Hisoka - I can tell he's not a human by his appearance. He reminds me of Sascha from BiR.

Rembrandt - Hold up we're dating the Headmaster now??? How is that supposed to work-

Nox - Didn't really care to know about him at first What is he wearing? Is he a prince or something?

Rex - Also didn't really care to know about him at first He was a night classer? Why does he kind of look good in that night class uniform though?

Gray - His name is a color? Alright... He probably went by something else originally. And I bet he's some bratty pretty boy prince based off that smug of his... not sure where I drew that conclusion

Ted - Ted like Teddy bear? Wow we're really dating more furries and animals...

Lars - He seems to really like the MC a LOT. I feel bad that his own brother hates him. Woah that dancing CG though!

Clive - Uhh why does he hate his brother so much? That one face is creepy af. I don't really like him ehh- aged REALLY badly

Florin - He seems okay but, I don't like his last name. I've had conflict with someone who's name was this guy's last name so... yeah

Albert - He's wearing clothes similar to Klaus... An Auburne?!

Light - He lowkey reminds me of Dark Pit (From Kid Icarus Uprising). And... very creative name.

Viggo - A random emo night classer I guess.

Vain - What in the world are these strange looking characters?

Felix - Ugh he looks so scary and emotionless-

Lacan - Phew, glad he's way more friendlier than Felix.

Liz Hart (Older design) - I expected her to appear Japanese... She looks cute but I don't. Like. The. Hair.

Liz Hart (Newer design) - Thank the Lords!! She looks SO much better now.

Amelia Nile - I like her vibe. I was worried about a potentially bad roommate before I even saw her.

Augustus - He seems like one of those athletic frat boys, I guess.

Scarlett - Finally a female lover! ...Only in the spin offs? Uh, alright? At least Amelia gets some action herself.

Randolph - *Automatically thinks of Rudolph the red nosed Reindeer for some reason*

Schuyler - He seems edgy and I have a bad feeling about him.

Merkulova - I can tell he's the nicest professor.

Carbuncle - Looks like a Pokémon.

Taffy - Like the Laffy Taffy candy?

Eress - Is she a bug?

Ronny - This squirrel has an attitude-

Chica - Her name is literally girl-

Mischa - She seems suspiciously neutral.

Hachi - I like him already with the occasional "woof woof" he does.

Chocolate Cake - Is that supposed to resemble Morgana..? That's bootleg Morgana.

Nidhogg - I don't like how he looks like an Oni, he's definitely not a friend at first. *Originally gave him Monokuma voice*

Shu - Aww, a cute dragon!

[nightguide]

IWANNABEAHEROOOOOO: kids police toy starter pack

like ur ass wanna feel good as white as white as black as a 'shutup' is to a hispanic community to a traumatised paki on the interwebs rn

this is how you shut the fuck up criminal minds style.

so you think you're Reid

that yt guy at the back does all the counting numbers for you while the black honcho at the right is all u need to feel buff and strong anyday, i get ya

this is how you outsmart tiktok

forget how beautiful this asshole is

you don't want him as your 'boyfriend' or else he will narcissistically whoop ur ass into a swivel chair working for 'his algorithm', u don't want to become a 'script' (R.I.P Penelope Garcia for speaking up sooner) give the FBI badge to her and she would kill you, this is how you give the ranks to her and do criminal shit ur own way in other TV shows to say ur that cool enough to find shit ur mom is worth looking for

Glibness/superficial charm (basically being nice) = you have to see their motives in the end, 'like i know you killed a bitch, how did you do it?' and you have to make a model of their accusation cuz they do in every way, look like a bitch, use ur music tastes to support that motive straight away, like i know it ain't Nicki but the nigga been listening to Drake and he ain't saying shit, so Drake must have had a initiative to weaken his enemies before making the 'kind guy' look like the demon, (and so on) like you gotta support 'the bitch is dead cuz u listened to X artist' and you don't like everybody but to support your own philosophy as a practicing musician (i was a Lovatic from 2008 and Demi does not have shit for me to say that i like her music but i am a self-made musician of my own genre of kick ass to the brown community (most vulnerable) at the back, so i know my fanbase cuz the mf ain't no God, so u gotta protect ur own agenda cuz celebrities are everywhere like zombies

Grandiose sense of self worth (bitch, i know ur dad personally *or whoever family member u got along with 10 years before meeting them in a people algorithm event in time*) = okay, so you know my blog and i got a list, and so you justify your own list. the Glee cast are the good guys, so associate it with them to ur own equivalent and you know the bitch is a reasonable lore post the year Glee ended, (like Harper wanted more than that cuz Finn annihilated her chances from 2019 on)

Need for stimulation (your role as a police officer) = you have an obsession, make that a reality to your works as a philosopher, police force have a theory of their own doing which is why they always work to their own thesis to outdo the last bitch that did them too wrong or too good to be here, you primordially hate the bitch to no reality that you winning an argument is your smug right back, like fuck. go Robocop

Pathological lying (reasons to be a goddamn superhero) = be okay with anxiety cuz u train that shit for optimism, always take the scenic route

Conning/manipulative (stay being a sex symbol, like fuck. sell ur relative/s to science if that means ur now police officer) = what is a police officer to you, yea go Bowie or be yourself, be gay af. be good with ur aesthetic that bitch whining wiccas will copy u in 100 years now that ur wrinkles will never fade... but will remain the same in your X relatives eyeballs seeing you look this good

Lack of remorse/guilt (reasons to be a good man but never a good guy) = okay, something may have happened to you that 'made you feel like you were unforgotten' so that is another life saved, you saved them realistically and they told your story cuz that life was yours at some point and that is you in actual reality (you hated life too deeply and that is how you emerged in the creative arts in kindness) approach that cuz that is your superhero mind emerging as a gold star martyrdom to a life he/she/them life saved elsewhere like yours (you're not acting anymore, that's reality)

Shallow affect (you being yourself is actually a curse, so you be the teacher: how you actually feel like a badass while you are being true to yourself is how you outsmart every other spoiled brat like you existing (your anger) = you're not wrong. if anybody errs then have a reason to fight their 'philosophy' cuz they're more attracted to their parents or siblings to take you down cuz that's how they want what you have, so protect that by speaking up for yourself, be aware of the things you dream are of you, so you're that minority now

Callous/lack of empathy (blame games) go conspiracy theorist on their ass and see who they literally side with (loser (poor background) is good but reminder of 'that one relative that made you famous' is actually a death sentence, so use that excuse to beat them up, karma is real)

Parasitic lifestyle (creating a new ideal to settle other police force agenda cuz one of them now has a mole, so sabotage their career to make them learn humbly) = everyday is a real crime situation that makes a lifelong goal in the end, you don't 'just go there', you are, money is the root to all evilest ways to you have to make sure you spend well with who you are, be charitable to an extent that you know who your real enemies are in the end (poorer backgrounds make very good private eyes in the end, so take initiative to what the evil eye can do to you in the end) just make sure there are no buddha's in the team

Poor behavioural controls (learn how to be an idiot) = play with the idea that you're too good and be okay with losing a fight so you know how to switch controls on them growing up (arrogance in your opponents makes them more weaker knowing the daily pattern, like in that drama Prison Break) so it works in circles and you know how the cycle works rotationally to see where you can find ways to hack their philosophy on TV (give Garcia a break is learning to see through her bullshit to Reid's 'So Random!' on Disney Channel, all crime drama's hell (emotional cavity to a premature baby's life is nothing helps them but be 'that guy' to your mother's reason to abort the winning idea, so no change in the team) is that

Promiscuous sexual behaviour (stay with your best friends for life) = you know who they are, somebody at some point has told you the ideals of that best friend who is like of the 'Glee- no. that was me. i told you that, but how????? you are a... and you know how good as shit you are against a Schue. that bitch is dead on Pushing Daisies and you deserve to make yourself feel seen on 9gag with an open opinion for you to pin a bitch to a goal you hate cuz you're that of the... and you know who's who str8 away

Early behaviour problems (childhood shit that does NOT leave you til your adult self is truly happy af) = you're petty. now never.. stop being petty, find petty role models (mine was personally the White Witch from Narnia, cuz ur cold self is a metaphor of what everybody thinks ur like when ur pissed and when u meet them, ur mind is blown cuz u never thought u would be that cold until u discover that u got a warm side that was shared in ur group of 5 in a DnD game of supreme DC/MARVEL badass bitches that are supergood at something and that is like... rare in your life cuz that is like ur life goals, yk what i mean

Lack of realistic, long-term goals (best friend shit with that brother u love since life is forever) that is like ur the phone case to their phone charm, but u know that is the only 2 that matters but like, u know everybody has a cute side with that brother u love too much for their own good which is like 'u touch her or I WILL KILL YOU' cuz ur lives is too similar to each other like that

Impulsivity (what do bff's do if the world is actually superhero) yea, die for that world. it is shit af. watch ARY or FOX news on BBC or something 24/7, hear ur relatives complain, now die for those bitches that are not even dead before you cuz they're the ones who ruined ur life long term, think about the teachers who ignored ur life by not seeing you, they're now similar to surgeons who fucked up too hard on looking at you when you were the one who needed saving and not them, they're the ones who are too jealous over your stance rn on living. now kill them

[syntheticspades]

okay time for the nerding out literally no one asked for.

the typical archer holds their bow vertically, like this:

(obviously not the same bow, but you get the point.)

revali, on the other hand, holds his horizontally, like this:

theres a reason for this. several, actually.

the first is purely aesthetic. the developers wanted you to see his face, not have it concealed by his weapon. birdman wants to look cool while serving. having him hold his bow horizontally allows the player to clearly see his expression while shooting (which, more often than not, is smug af).

the second is stealth.

this one more often applies to ground archers for obvious reasons. but, let's say, if revali were to get grounded and unable to recover, he could sneak up on enemies while being low to the ground and shoot over surfaces without appearing too conspicuous.

the third is speed shooting. the bow he uses, the great eagle bow, is specifically designed for power. the high damage count proves it.

so how does that play into speed shooting? after all, his bow isn't a small one. well, if we read the description, it states, "It's said that Revali could loose arrows with the speed of a gale." he is able to do that because of his shooting style. horizontal shooting trades power for speed, allowing him to very quickly shoot arrows before grabbing the bow in his talons and resuming flight.

finally, while hard to aim single arrows, it spreads out bunches of arrows much more evenly, which both revali and the bow are known for doing. it even says that it is a three shot bow.

things we can assume about revali from his shooting style are:

he has very good aim. as i stated before, firing single arrows while shooting horizontally is extremely difficult. considering revali does it with ease means he has excellent aim.

he is strong. archery uses most muscles in the back, shoulders, and arms. by holding his bow horizontally, he limits himself to his arms when shooting. considering his arms hold as much power as link shooting (which, while not vertical, still includes use of his back muscles) and link can hold the master sword, a broadsword (a typically two handed weapon) with one hand, revali is actually BUILT.

that's all for this psa about archery.

guys please please please stop drawing revali holding his bow vertically.., he holds it horizontally for a few reasons actually

[enluv]

enemies to lovers ranking (svt)

seungcheol - 1/10. i can't see it because if you imagine his lil giggly face with his arm wrapped around your shoulders and laughing nobody will ever be enemies with my baby! he would be the type to giggle his way into being your perfect bf !!

jeonghan - 347390219485/10. OH MY GOD i can imagine this... he thinks youre not all that but then over time he realizes its because hes jealous af and turns his scoffs into smirks

joshua - 5/10. i think he would hide and spy on you a lot or nonchalantly ask others how you're doing and be that subtle love you were looking for but my angel could never make an enemy

junhui - 2/10. i think it could have potential if junnie tried to act like a tough cool guy but we all know he can't and he's a softie. would be the bf that takes good photos of you

hoshi - negative/ten. he would be stunned the first time he looks at you and immediately creates a safe space ! bff to lovers vibe cuz he's touchy all the time omg

wonwoo - 8/10. okay this. this is a masterpiece. i can see it omg him cussing you out one day but the next sending you love letters ! what happened to all those side eye glares turned into winks and blushes ahh

woozi - solid 100/10. starts to ignore you but gets flustered whenever you initiate anything. looks away and blushes when handing you his umbrella and tells you he has a spare just so you don't catch a cold

minghao - 8324768908/10. i can hear the cold sarcastic remarks turn into sarcastic remarks with giggles BYE it would be yn art student and he's like dang ur art kinda sucks ... and then turn into draw me..?

mingyu - 6/10. omg i can see it happening but it would be a jealousy thing like grades/followers/etc. and he'd do his best to surpass you but then he's like why am i doing this all for her am i in love ?? and be a lil confused gyu

seokmin - negative/10. this man cannot ignore u or hide his smile around u. maybe friends to lovers cuz he is touch starved

seungkwan - 11/10. o em gee spice ?? did we add a lil spice ?? mr boo is all about competition. he can't deal with the fact that you're better at him in a couple things, so he promises himself to win the biggest prize of all (you ofc!) then he'd be literally the sweetest aww

vernon - 2/10. so chill that idk how you could be enemies. the type to run away when he sees someone a lil fine and will never make the first move so everyone thinks he's a lil cocky. baby just wants some love...

dino - 2/10. the type where he'll talk about you too much and his friends will push him towards you until you're BOUND to have a cute lil conversation and he'll scratch his head and you'll fall in love with his smile. boom. the end.

all my love,

sss

literally me about to give my thoughts on this ^

seungcheol - i think cheol fits the f2l story more cause he's just too darn goofy and sweet :( but i do love the occasional bad boy cheol in an e2l! i just feel like he wouldn't hate anyone </3 love him sm sighs

jeonghan - he is a MENACE. ofc his ass would fit the e2l story, he invented it! literally so annoying i wanna fight him so bad /j like ugh he is ideal for a e2l and I refuse to take anyone else!!

joshua - personally I think he fits e2l if you are up for the challenge, he's a gentleman (his words exactly) but I think if you dug into that exterior you might find a good enough plot to nlmake him the main lead in an e2l fic cause who would ever expect him? it's a nice change.

junhui - he is literally a menace sss, him and hannie are in the same boat they are so annoying istg (/j pls i love jun <3) he'd be PERFECT for e2l and he'd be so damn sly and smug when it comes to mc UGH imagine the drama and terrible pick up lines that only work when he says them ughhh love him so bad 10/10

hoshi - don't yall even THINK about making him the main lead in a e2l fic he is too nice and would probably cry.

wonwoo - I'm kinda torn cause bae is like yes mmm perfect for e2l but also he's too sweet sobbing so idk it just depends on if you're good at drawing a line

woozi - he's the type that would be like yeah e stays to e cause man's is scary hell no

minghao - I also agree on hao, he's so cool man I love that mf so much, he could e2l with me 😁

mingyu - STOP HES TOO SWEET IM SORRY BUT I CANT SEE IT MAYBE A LITTLE CAUSE THAT WOULD BE HOT BUT NO HES SO NICE HE'D CRY LIKE HOSHI PLS-

seokmin - pls do not ever go near him with that e2l bs he is a LOVER! NEVER a fighter!

seungkwan - so sassy that it would be SO interesting and intense I love it!

vernon - yeah no man's is too nonchalant like he deadass would not gaf, would probably give up trying to be your enemy tbh cause he got bored and found other stuff to do and you're like ?

[seoafin]

Bruvvvv, nobody come after me please but i am in fact a proud virgin Gojo truther and i will stand by it! Virgin Gojo who's not innocent at all that you wouldn't actually even see it coming even after you've done it with him? The fact that he can do anything he tries... bye

Anyways, i just wanna brainrot here a bit because you're lovely and your takes are always correct. I know for a fact that that man doesn't know how to properly handle touch, he's touch starved and is cynical about intimacy, unless it just so happens to be with someone he loves and trusts, yes yes, friends that are lovers i will forever treasure this ok? I've seen your fic where he and reader did it at age of 23 and it all came crashing down on me, it makes sense??? Like this can be interpreted in so many ways and i love how you openly leave it like that unlike some fics which almost always have to mention how Gojo was fucking around 🙄 -- anyway, i love how he was playing it cool and laughing, making lighthearted atmosphere, this is Gojo afterall, he is smug, and confident and has every right to be but internally?? He's burning, and only focused on giving reader the pleasure, he just couldn't bear doing it with anyone that he didn't know properly and was finally glad to be able to do something he wanted to in like forever. Again he's confident, but he also wants to make sure she feels good no matter what, all those interal combustions are being hidden and played by his light comments, questions, jokes. So she practically could never even guess it, but even if she later found out, she wouldn't find it that surprising.

With all that said i just wanna add a mini-analysis here based on my understanding and interpretation of Gojo.

So i don't think that he would openly wanna show this side of him to just anyone, sure he appreciates beauty and all but i think he draws the line somewhere, plus, the fact that connection and love is actually important to this man, yeah no, i simply don't see him fooling around like that with anyone, he afterall doesn't do anything without a reason. If anything i think that in hs he probably explored the topic but got embarassed af and Shoko was making fun of him for trying to sound lewd on the account of his lacking experience lmaooo also there's no way Gojo could even get a girl remotely interested in anything firsthand before she turns tail and leave while Geto was scoring

So yeah, he needs a form of closeness and a bond before anything, also i briefly talked about this in the previous ask but i like to think that he and reader got back onto it a few times after aswell because why not? they do love each other after all, platonic or romantic or both? who th cares!

Conclusion: Virgin Gojo & Chad Geto <3 <3 <3

I appreciate you for leaving people to interpretate these how they want, though in truth i stand by this one the most because it makes sense to me the most heheh 🥰

FRIENDS TO LOVERS FRIENDS TO LOVERS FRIENDS TO LOVERS>>>>>> aka morgan's favorite favorite trope. it is also the reason why i neither like nor can write enemies to lovers (i can read it tho but it needs to be done excellently)

honestly as someone who slides between either he's a virgin or he probably does it once a while w/ a fwb (stress reliever + gojo's ability to detach himself from people and situations) i would rather just leave it up to whatever people want to think LOL a part of me also thinks gojo would have done it once for the novelty of it all in hs and then never again bc geto leaving crushed his heart 💔. but also i am so soft for friends to lovers and ppl having their firsts with someone they trust and love bc of the intimacy involved it's just soooooooooo *chef's kiss

shoko WOULD make fun of loser virgin gojo. shoko is getting numbers and dates. shoko is more popular than gojo AND geto combined just like she deserves.

[7soulstars]

so glad you opened requests again! can I request an avengers x reader who has huge white wings ,but doesn't know how to fly ..maybe they found her in a hydra base locked in a cage, scarred and frightened and they took her in. thank you 💞

 Hey Darling! Thank you sooo much for sending in a request and for being so patient! I really love this idea and I'll try my best to give it justice it deserves. I really hope you enjoy it ! Love you !

Alate

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Pairing: Avengers x Avenger! Reader

Warnings: Reader is traumatised, ANGSTY AF, Overprotective Bucky, OOC Stephen, Avenger Loki (I just love him OKAY !), Floof

Summary: “Man must rise above the Earth—to the top of the atmosphere and beyond—for only thus will he fully understand the world in which he lives.”– Socrates

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Alate; having wings or lifted up in flight.

Soaring she moved like the wind would. As if even the winged gods and angels followed her path. Legs dangling she watched the lit up city beneath her, recalling her past.

It had been a regular enough mission. Ambush, Steal Information and destroy base. Natasha, Scott, Steve, Wanda, Loki and Tony moved as the rest directed them through the ear piece in their ear. Scott had managed to break in first through the main door of the warehouse with Wanda following suit. Loki got Tony and Steve in through the back and Nat, well, she slithered in from the top. Then came the problem. The files weren't in the fucking warehouse but at least 30 Hydra Agents were. But then again it never was a big deal when you had even half a handful of superheroes and a villian turned vigilante inside together. 10 minutes and half were either dead or barely alive. Just when they were about to leave Tony noticed the basement. Scott was made to go first since he wouldn't be noticed by anyone. And he definately did not expect to see what he saw.

"I don't like this. Nope."

"What the hell are you talking about Lang ?"

"Get in here !"

"No you tell us what is going on !"

"THEY'VE KEPT THIS GIRL PRISIONER AND HER STATE DOES NOT LOOK GOOD. WE DON'T HAVE TIME FOR BULLSHIT ONE OF YOU GET HER OUT !"

"...........Stark blast the door open..........."

"Don't have to say more Capsicle"

There was a boom and the lead door fell open, almost squashing Scott who yelled a 'watch it' before sizing up.

What they saw was what Peter would say ‘Does not pass the vibe check’

It was a metal box. Only the front covered with bulletproof glass, that was covered with perspiration and probably high amounts of dust. Chains made of lead bound her limbs. Her mouth was muzzled, hair matted, bruises and cuts everywhere, cloth covered something protruding from her back and it looked like it hurt. She cowered into a corner of the box, glaring at the newcomers, visibly terrified as her body trembled.

“What kind of -”

“Sick bastard ? Demon Spawn ?”, Tony continued for Natasha.

“We need to get her out of here”, Loki said grimacing at the way she was being treated.

“She won’t come with us voluntarily.....When, Pietro and I were being controlled by Hydra....We complied so we were never tied down like that.....But the stronger, dangerous ones are.....abused.....Brainwashing probably didn’t work on her....so they may have subdued her and she probably won’t react well to us....”, Wanda said. She felt sick to her stomach at the girl’s state. Old memories came rushing through.

Nat agreed, trying to figure out how to get the other out. They all stood there silently wracking their brains as Bucky and Sam who had stood guarding the outside came in because the others were taking too long.

“ We need to leave they probably called for back-”, Bucky stopped to look in the direction of the cell, “Y/N ??”, he looked shocked as he moved to touch the glass seperating the two. The girl desperately tried to shuffle near to him, struggling with the chains holding her in place. It almost looked like he had forgotten about anyone or anything as he tried to break the glass holding her in. Loki helped in a way too. He somehow unlocked all the chains and the muzzle with his magic. The cloth from her back came loose and there was a bright light blinding everyone for a second. They were wings.....The whitest anyone had ever seen.

The ride in the quinjet was a rather troublesome one. Y/N would hiss at anyone who even tried to mildly interact with her, flinching everytime someone moved and clinging onto Bucky’s arm as she buried her head into his chest. Everthing scared her. The machines, the people, every single thing.

Bucky looked at her in pity.He was angry that he could never get her out of that hellhole. He was angry at himself. You see, Y/N was kidnapped and brought in by Hydra at the mere age of 10. She met Bucky for the first time at the mere age of 16. 

She was one of those who didn’t listen. One of those cases where a brainwashed Soldat was thrown into their cell to discipline them. But she was also one of them whom he refused to bring himself to harm even in that state. She had helped him once. When he was badly injured as he was thrown into her cell . She had looked past her fear and wrapped a scrapped part of her dust ridden gown around his hand. That was the last he had seen of her. He had thought they got rid of her.

Nat had tried. To make the girl at least glance at her. She finally succeeded on offering her food. It made Nat feel a weird kind of warmth something she hadn’t felt ever. 

By the time they reached headquarters Y/N had familiarised herself or at least tried to with everyone. Wanda had helped her in and out of the shower. Nat had brought her clothes. Loki kept apparating and magic-ing stuff to amuse her. Satisfied with a smug look on his face when she let out a soft gasp of excitement. 

Next part was the difficult bit. Equipment everywhere. It recalled the girl of enough horridness. Steve had hesitated and asked if a full health checkup was necessary immediately and it turned out that it was. But Bruce was gentle. At that moment Y/N wondered if such gentleness had ever existed and if it did, why hadn’t she gotten a nibble of it.

Tony had stopped Peter and Thor from attacking the girl with their golden retriever personalities as he constanly kept inquiring to F.R.I.D.A.Y about her origin. Scott and Sam had bickered making Y/N giggle as she sat by Loki and Bucky. For the first time in her life she felt at peace.

Stephen Strange met Y/N a month after her rescue all after winning a bickering contest with Tony when the rest of the Avengers suggested it in the first place saying that ‘It’s not only unfair to him considering his position in the team but he can also help her.’ 

See the thing is that Y/N didn’t know her true potential and the irony is that even with wings she had no idea how the fuck to fly. 

Stephen liked her. Wong did too. She was quiet and spoke only when necessary but there was kindness and fascination in her eyes. She had tried her hand in sorcery and she was learning. Fast though not as fast as Stephen it was surprising. 

Her wings were heavy It was understandable why she didn’t try flying. But Stephen tried. Oh how he did and though embarassingly for him he had also asked the others for assistance but it never seemed to work. 

Y/N had felt what the meaning of being called an Avenger for the very first time and that it was filled with loss and pain. She had looked around her as she threw the magical golden whip at the enemy. Nat was limping. Steve struggled. Peter was down on his knees. A pack of little screams had alerted her as she looked to see a set of civilians at whom guns were being cocked at. She had leapt. Without thing of the consequences as Bucky had yelled a painful no. She lept right in front of the group,Her wings shielding them when she heard the shots go off. She waited for the pain but she felt nothing but little jerks. The battle had turned silent. Everyone had stopped to look and take in what had had happened. Her wings had ricochetted evey single bullet. Hitting them backing into the ones who had fired them in the first place. And for the first time that she had flapped them she felt herself lift off the ground as the shone a blinding white.

Y/N recalls Sundays. The days when everyone sat together at Stark Towers as they lean on Y/N’s wings watching movies peacefully with occasional perks of laughter.

Shimmering gold and green flashed beside her as she sat recalling on top of the building. A hand placing a book by Socrates in her hand. “They’re waiting and I’m tired of being pestered. Come on, let’s go”,he snarked earning a giggle.

She finally knew what the quote meant. She was lucky to be Alate.

--The End --

Finally done! I am so sorry for delaying all the requests I’m really going through a very important and stressful phase of my life. (One which practically determines my future). Thank you so much for being patient and I really hope you will enjoy this fic! Feedback is appreciated and please like, reblog and comment if you like my work to support me! I have made changes in my fic request list so do check it out! Please do not plagarise my work!

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CopyCat

Five Hargreeves x Reader

Request: prompts “don’t be afraid, trust me.” and  i’ll be here, no matter what.” from the misc sentences. Can Five and the reader have a moment like Luther and Allison did in S2E10? Where the reader tries to use her powers to fight Lila but she uses them against her and she almost dies but Five helps her out like Luther did with Allison. Basically a loving and protective Five and make it fluffy af please thank you!

Words: 2,310

Warnings: Cursing, Near-Death Experiences, Fighting, Anxiety, Angst.

A/N: For @alexa135​ . I really hope you enjoy this! I decided to give the reader water-based powers. OH! I forgot but this should go without saying considering the request but there will be spoilers for the season 2 finale!

“What the hell happened? What was that?” Luther asks with a groan as Five helps him up.

“She must have redirected Vanya’s energy wave,” Five thinks aloud, trying to piece the puzzle together in his mind while simultaneously remaining present in the fight.

“Yeah, I know, but how?” He voices the question they’re all bound to have once this damned fight is over. The broken fireplace shifts, bricks beginning to topple. Five springs into action.

“Luther watch out!” He yells, pushing him out of the way, tons of bricks falling on top of Five and completely burying him.

“Five!” The scream comes from the tattered house, causing your eyes to shoot open.

After Lila had sent an energy wave blasting in your direction, it sent you flying across the farm. Luckily Harlan’s ability had caused it to snow, and snow is made of water, therefore allowing you to collect snow and form it into a landing pad cushy enough to prevent major injury.

The cold wind creates an ominous whistle in the air as you struggle to push yourself out of the snowy cocoon. Once you’re on your feet, it’s a race against time. Is it? Oh, God. The thoughts in the back of your mind run rampant as your heart pounds against your chest, heart already aching at the dreadful thought: Five is dead.

Just as you arrive at the surprisingly still intact front door of the house, you throw it open only for your eyes to widen. Luther’s thrown through the wall of the house by none other than Lila, something that causes alarm. Not only was she able to create an energy wave, but she has super-strength too? Before you can react, she’s stepping through the hole and out of the house.

Allison’s voice is enough to make your heart clench as your own worry only amplifies for Five. You thought he was in here, but looking around, you don’t see him anywhere. “Five?” It comes out quietly at first as if you’re afraid of receiving no answer. “Five?” You call louder, still searching for him at the entrance.

The sound of talking then fighting outside doesn’t concern you, having faith in Five’s siblings, yet, the longer it goes on and you don’t find Five, you decide it might be best to help contain Lila before resuming your search. If he really is dead… he wouldn’t want to lose anyone else.

Stepping over the rubble and pile of bricks, you finally hear Allison use her power. Relief floods you as you know she’s powerful. “I heard a rumor-”

“-you stopped breathing,” Lila returns the rumor, somehow mirroring her power. As instantly as relief flooded you, it ebbs away, replaced instead with cold and heavy terror. Three members are missing and Diego is crying for help; that’s four down and only three standing, including you.

You don’t suspect Lila’s noticed you yet, with Luther’s groveling and the sick way Lila watches, but you know what to do. This is an advantage, one of Five’s favorites in fact: the element of surprise. With the outstretch of your hands, you concentrate all your energy on boiling the water inside her body, essentially melting her from the inside out. She slowly turns in your direction and you circle around her. Lila stuffs her hands in her pockets.

“You,” it’s an accusatory tone. A chuckle leaves Lila’s lips, and she tilts her head, a wicked smile upon her lips. “You’re little shit of a boyfriend’s dead, you know?” She jokes, no sign of pain from her despite the red glow around your hands. “He’s dead, though really, you should be thanking me, you know? That murdering prick.”

“Shut up! Don’t you dare speak about him like that,” you threaten, jaw clenching as you take a step toward her, closer toward the barn. She leads you further and further away, a game of cat and mouse perhaps, a game of chicken. You’re not scared. You’ll do whatever it takes to avenge Five.

“Oh yeah? Or what?” She laughs maniacally, her eyes widening in a way only a psychopath’s would.

That’s when you notice it. You wince. There’s a twinge of pain at your side and your attention is drawn to her fists as she pulls them out of her pockets and holds them up, they’re glowing red just like yours. “You gonna bite me? Nice try, little girl, but I think you’re the only one who’ll be absolutely on fire tonight!”

Next comes the headache, the familiar feeling of dehydration. It’s the first stage. Blood rushes through your veins, pounding as you glare up at her with a look that Five’s said on many occasions could kill. You hadn’t realized you’d been holding your breath, but when you let it out as a loud sigh, you wobble on your feet. The previous posture you’d had slumps as you struggle to stay standing. Another telltale sign is sweat; loss of fluids. Sweat drips down your forehead, underneath your clothes, your palms struggling to stay clenched in a fist as your eyebrows furrow in her direction.

“You’re not winning this, Lila. I won’t let you get away with this!” Something bubbles inside you. It feels somewhat like gas or an upset stomach, but you know what it really is… it’s your insides boiling; melting; overheating.

“We’ll see about that,” the smug look on her face does nothing but irk you. You have absolutely no idea what Diego saw in her.

One of Luther’s cries for Allison causes you to refocus. There’s no chance in hell you’ll let Lila live through this. She’s not going to get away with killing another one of the Hargreeves siblings today! A yell tears through you as you tap into your energy, your power. Directing it toward her, the glow of your hands amplifies into a bright red. It’s working.

Lila winces and folds in half, holding her stomach. “You little- conniving- she-devil!” Whipping her head up to glare at you through her bangs, Lila grunts as her fists glow brighter. She’s using more of her power!

“Let her go! It’s me you want, isn’t it?” Five’s voice distracts you. Hope lights up in your eyes and butterflies swirl through your tummy- wait… no. That’s not it. The momentary distraction was enough for her. A spike of heat throws you off your feet and you collapse onto the ground, clutching at your stomach. 

Releasing a string of groans as you writhe on the ground, you know this is the worst of it. Soon it will be over and the pain will become so much that it will numb. By then... there’s no coming back from it. That’s what happens to all your victims.

“Why won’t you just stay dead?” Lila asks rhetorically, blowing her bangs out of her face with a roll of her eyes as she relaxes from her one-on-one with you. “I can fix that for you,” she threatens. Stalking across the snow, a scream causes everyone to freeze.

“LILA!” It’s Diego. Running toward her, he stops just a few feet behind her. Though it might be stupid to take her eyes off of Five, she knows she’s ready for anything, so she takes a split-second to look at Diego. “You’ve gotta be a desperate, pathetic, wimp to go after those kids! If you do this… you’re only fooling yourself. You know who the enemy is here, and it’s not us! It’s not Five,” he warns, grabbing her attention.

The woman does a double-take, looking between the young couple and Diego. She knows Five’s not going anywhere, he’d never leave you to die alone, so she’s got some time to spare. After all, she wants to take her time killing him. Might as well save him for last. Running after Diego, the man panics and turns, fleeing into the barn.

Five couldn't care less about the snow as he throws himself onto the ground, hurriedly pulling you closer. Wait, is this the smart thing to do? He knows your abilities; he knows you’d been boiling each other alive, she’d mirrored you, Lila had been a copycat. It’s an idea, not founded on proof or fact as this situation has never happened before, but it’s the only logical solution he can think of. It has to work! The old man calls your name a few times, his hand coming up to cup your cheek as he forces you to look at him. His hands pin you down on the ground to prevent you from writhing too much. That won’t help anything. Surely touch isn’t good as his body-heat will only worsen your state. Right now you need to be still, you need cold, you need ice. He needs your attention for a second though, long enough to relay his plan. “Look at me, look at me. You’re not dying today. You’re not dying here, I am not letting that happen.”

Tears well up in your eyes as you’d been duped. You feel like an idiot. Even if Five wasn’t dead, now you’re the one who’s dying. Go figure, right? Staring up at the cloudy grey sky, you can’t help but feel like this is all so wrong. This isn’t the way things were supposed to go! This isn’t how you wanted to die.

Five doesn’t allow you to think like that. His face blocks your vision as his icy-blue eyes search your own, worry, and concern obvious within them. “Don’t be afraid, trust me. I know that you’re tired. I know, but you need to use your powers again. You need to freeze yourself. Use the snow, use the ice. Use the water in my body for all I care, you have to live! I am not losing you today, and I’ll be here, no matter what!” Sliding his hand into your own, he squeezes your hand for a moment, giving you a worried smile. His eyebrows are slightly pinched, creating worry-lines on his forehead as he hovers over you.

It shouldn’t be that simple. It can’t… and you don’t have enough energy to do that, but you don’t know how to tell Five. He’d lose his mind. If it were any other time he’d lecture you on how their family is not a family of quitters, and he, himself, is certainly not a quitter. The whisper of your name causes you to open your eyes again. Five closes the space between you to place a tender kiss on your lips. “Please… I can’t lose you too.”

With a shaky inhale, you let go of his hand and place it on your stomach. A dim blue glow surrounding your hand as you begin to freeze yourself. You have to try. A lightbulb goes off in Five’s head. He gathers the surrounding snow in his hands, beginning to pile it on top of you, almost like burying someone in the sand, only in snow. This has to work. It has to; he keeps telling himself on repeat. It drives him crazy to sit there watching, not able to do anything other than cover you in snow. He hates the snow, and any other time he’d curse it, but right now he’s grateful to the universe. The faint sound of fighting in the barn worries him, and he contemplates the idea of helping his siblings… but he can’t leave you. What if you die? He’d never forgive himself if he wasn’t here and you were alone taking your last breath.

His heart pounds in his chest and he takes shaky breaths as he freezes his ass off. It’s cold as fuck out here, though he knows you don’t feel it right now. Underneath the snow he’d placed atop your stomach he spots a brighter blue glow, which must mean it’s working, right?! It has to be. It has to be. Five scoots a little closer as he watches with anticipation. Your eyes flutter closed again, lips void of color from dehydration. Calling your name, you don’t answer.

The beating of your heart slows down, you can feel it within you. Things don’t hurt anymore, and you’re thankful for that. It’s just as you’d predicted, though, and the only thing you regret is not being able to tell Five that you love him. He watches as your chest slows, your breathing becoming more spaced out. Anger, resentment, regret, dread, and horror all fill his gut as he slowly processes what’s happening. Five isn’t a crier, but as he stares stoically at your body, he feels tears start to well up in his eyes. With a quiet whimper, he hangs his head, bangs falling in his face as he sniffles, unable to process this. Whispering your name, as if it were a question, as if he’s expecting an answer, Five’s eyes widen as yours flutter open. “Oh- thank the forces that be!” A heavy sigh escapes him as he hurriedly pushes the snow off of you and helps you sit up. Snowflakes stick to your hair, which elicits a genuine smile from Five. He raises his hand to brush your hair behind your ear and run it down your hair before cupping your cheek.

Both of you open your mouths to speak at the same time, though you beat him to it. “I love you, Five.”

“I love you too,” he whispers in response, never once taking his eyes off yours. The hand is soft on your cheek and it makes you utterly happy that you’re both alive. Noticing him leaning in, you close the space between you with a soft and yet desperate kiss. He thought he’d lost you; you thought you’d lost him. Neither of those things were true. A rumbling of the ground causes both of you to pull away, realization dawning on you that the fight isn’t over yet.

[chemist-ana]

Chapter 10- The Company Picnic— Sams POV

Book: The Nanny Affair

Characters: Sam, Ana Schuyler (MC), Robin, Mickey and Mason, Sofia, Mason Sr., Vivian,

Pairing: Sam Dalton (male) x Ana Schuyler (MC)

Rating: 18+

Content Warning: NSFW, Sexual Language, Adult Language, Sexual Situations

A/N This is a brand new series that I was inspired to write. I am going to go chapter by chapter in Sam Daltons POV. This story is completely inspired by Choices The Nanny Affair. I have used most of the dialogue from the actual story, anything written in BOLD was taken directly from the book and therefore is not my writing- credit to our good friends over at Pixelberry! All characters are credit to Pixelberry except for my OCs

Summary: When you let your guard down at the company picnic, will you be ambushed by friendly fire?

Word Count: 4740

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Robin stood there, his eyes flicking between Ana and I with a knowing look.

Fuck.

I run my hands through my hair, trying to gather my bearings.

“Robin, what are you doing here? And why is Sofia calling you?” Wait, why is Sofia calling him… I have my cell on me…

“She was looking for you. Do I even want to know what you two were up to?” His eyes narrow at me.

“We were just working!” Ana says breathlessly. Not exactly the perfect cover, Ana.

“You know you don’t actually work here, right Ana?” Robin crosses his arms and widens his stance, his frown deepening.

“Sam was showing me the prototypes. That count as work…” Her voice has grown quiet.

“We don’t need to explain ourselves to you, Robin. Did you finish the press release for the Milan breach?” My anger evident in my tone.

“I’ve been a little busy, but apparently I’m not the only one.”

Fucking drop it Rob.

“Enough. If you have something to say, say it. If not, then get back to work.” My eyes narrow at him in challenge. I watch as he turns on his heel to leave the lab, pausing briefly at the door and looking over his shoulder.

“I almost forgot. Sofia had a message for you, Ana. She said since you were doing this office tour today, you should come to the company picnic this weekend.”

“Really? I thought she wanted me fired.” Her eyes grow wide as she looks between Robin and I.

“It’s probably a ‘keep your enemies closer’ type of thing. She already told Mom and Dad about the invite, so they’re expecting you to be there.”

I clench my jaw, fighting back my ever increasing desire to punch that look off of his face. God I have been wanting to do that to him a lot recently... I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose when I hear the door close to the lab, leaving Ana and I alone again.

The silence is palpable as I look at her, she is looking down as her fingers twist together.

“Ana, are you okay?”

“Sam, we have to be more careful. We’re lucky Robin was the one who walked in on us. It could’ve been much worse.” Her voice quiet as she continues to watch her hands.

“You’re right. It won’t happen again.” I don’t know how lucky we are that it was Robin… “You don’t have to come to the picnic, you know.”

Her emerald eyes lift to mine as she studies my face for a moment.

“If you… think it’s best I don’t-“ She takes a step away from me, looking back down at her hands. I reach out and gently place my hand on her arm.

“That’s not what I meant. I want you there. Against my better instincts… I always want you wherever I am.” Close to me.

Those words get her attention as she slowly rises her eyes to mine. I hear her breath catch and it sends a reminder of the passion that we just shared only moments before.

“Okay then, I’ll be there.” She gives me a small smile.

I return her smile as our eyes linger for a moment before my mind wanders to a less important question... Why was Sofia on the phone with Robin? I reach into my pocket and check my phone, no missed calls or texts. Weird…

I spend the rest of the day thinking of Ana, spread out before me on the lab table, the sound of pleasure that escaped her lips, and the sweet taste of her arousal on mine.

***

I wake up early the next morning, as I walk quietly into the kitchen, I pause outside of the door to Ana’s room. God how I want to just bring you into my bed and get lost in you… I shake my head, fuck these thoughts need to disappear… I need to escape while everyone is still asleep. I write a quick note and leave it on the counter- Went into the office early- will be home early to take the boys out for a treat. -Sam. Good enough.

I run my hands through my hair as I ride the elevator down to the lobby, Carter is waiting at the curb, always ready.

When I enter into my office the sun is just breaking above the skyline. The building is eerily quiet as I sit down in my chair, turning my attention to the waking of the city as the sunlight casts its morning shadows.

Suddenly I hear the door to my office open.

“How did I know you would be here already?” I close my eyes. Robin.

I hear him sit down in the leather chair on the other side of my desk and I turn my chair to face him, a smug look on his face.

“Sammy, what in the actual fuck is going on with you and Ana?”

I take a sharp inhale, “First of all, there is nothing going on between us. Second of all, even if there was, it would be none of your fucking business.”

“You are really going to lie to me? What I walked in on yesterday didn’t look like ‘nothing’.”

“Yeah, well, you know what happens when people make assumptions.”

“Sam, I thought by now you would understand that there are consequences to your actions.”

“Robin, save the kingly speech for someone who gives a damn. There is nothing going on between us.”

“You’re going to hurt her, and when all the chips fall, she is going to have nothing, and you are still going to have everything.”

I stare at him for a moment, biting the inside of my cheek.

“Why were you on the phone with Sofia?”

“I told you Sam, she was trying to find you.” He points a finger at me, before he shakes his head and stands up. “You better figure your shit out.”

Without another word he turns around and strides out of my office.

It’s going to be a long day.

***

I bring a glass of water to my lips for a sip as I type out a few quick texts, and alert Carter to be ready with the car in five minutes. Now where are the boys?

I make my way down the hall, and knock softly on Ana’s partially open door.

“Ana, have you seen the boys-“

“Dad, look! Ana’s wearing the outfit we picked out!” Mason pushes the glasses up his nose with a smile.

“Oh, wow. You look… nice.” My eyes flash as they run down the exposed skin of her delicate neck and her long legs. I swallow down a surge of desire.

“Just nice?” She asks with a coy smile.

I glance over at the twins who are now lost in a conversation between themselves before I lean in and the smell of jasmine fills my senses.

“Definitely not ‘just nice’, but I’m trying to be good.” My eyes flick to the twins.

“I think I like you better when you let yourself be bad.” Her emerald eyes darken and a memory flashes in my mind of the soft whimpers that escape her lips when I touch her.

I clear my throat, breaking myself of my trance as I stand up and look to the twins.

“Right. Is everyone ready to go in here?”

“I am!” Mason cheers running out of the door.

“Wait, I forgot my socks!” Mickey calls as he follows close behind.

My eyes linger on Ana before I reluctantly turn away.

***

Ana and I walk side by side down the large path in Central Park, the boys follow close behind.

“What’s the problem, you two? You don’t like picnics?” We stop and turn towards the boys who are kicking at the rocks on the pavement.

“Normal picnics, yeah. But who knows what Aunt Sofia has done to this one?” Mickey whines as he drags his feet.

“Boys, I promise you, Aunt Sofia didn’t have any part in planning this picnic.” I fight back the urge to laugh.

“But, we still have to follow her rules, don’t we?” Mason looks at Ana with a pleading look.

“You can still have fun too.” She gives him an encouraging smile. “Besides, there’ll be so much going on, I bet she won’t even notice if you sneak an ice cream cone. Assuming your dad says it’s okay, of course.”

“Really?” Mickey breaks out into a big grin.

“Sure. But just the one treat. We don’t want you to get a sugar overload.”

That seems to get them moving, because they run ahead. Ana and I share a look before we continue walking.

“It’s beautiful… I can see our building from here!” Mason shouts as we round the corner and the field comes into view.

My eyes meet Sofia’s as she starts walking towards us.

“Sam, you’ve got to see this. It’s accounting versus legal on the badminton court!” Her eyes are bright, you are unusually cheery today. Than her gaze falls on Ana, and I see a flash of something in her eyes, but it’s gone before I can tell what it is.

“Well, don’t you look adorable. You always know how to turn it on when it matters most, don’t you?” I resist the urge to close my eyes and sigh. Adorable, really Sofia?

“I try.” Ana gives her a confident smile.

“Can you also try to keep the boys from getting too dirty or being too loud or eating any sugar or running near the adults? Sam and I will be right back.” Sofia grabs my arm and leads me towards the badminton courts. I glance back at Ana who is herding the boys in the opposite direction.

“I am glad she decided to come today.” Sofia squeezes my arm. “Robin mentioned she had some hesitation.�� My stomach sinks as I think about Robin… did he say anything to her?

“Yeah, so legal vs accounting huh?” I say effectively changing the topic.

***

After laughing a little too hard watching the accounting team get slaughtered by legal, I hear my dad’s voice calling over a megaphone.

“Welcome to the Annual Dalton Enterprises Company Picnic! I hope you’re ready for some good old-fashioned fun! We’ve got everything from giant Jenga to croquet to kickball.. But the highlight of the afternoon will be starting in five minutes… tug-of-war!” I hear a few good natured cheers and my eyes scan the field for Ana.

I see her talking to Robin, her brow furrowed.

“It’s Complex A versus Complex B! If you’re not an employee, pick a side.” My dad drops the megaphone and my eyes are still locked on Ana and Robin as I make my way across the field.

I don’t realize Sofia is behind me until I walk up on Ana and Robin and she is the first one to speak.

“Are you sitting out too, Ana? This game is so filthy and juvenile, I always sunbathe through it.” Sofia looks down at her manicured fingers and walks to the sidelines.

“Ana! You have to be on our team!” Mason shouts as him and Mason jog up to us.

“Yeah! Together we’ll be unstoppable!” Mickey chimes in as he gives Ana a smile. Ana’s eyes look between the boys then rise up to mine.

“We could use the extra hands…” I tell her.

“If Ana doesn’t want to play, she doesn’t have to play.” Robin’s eyes narrow at me.

I bite the urge to call Robin a petulant child.

“I can’t resist a good competition. I’m in!” She flashes a cocky smile at Robin.

“Yeah! Suck it, Uncle Robin!” Mickey jumps in the air and sticks his tongue out at Robin.

“Mickey…”

“I mean… you’re going down?” His eyes widen.

“We’ll see, kiddo.” Robins eyes soften as he looks down at Mickey, but harden immediately when he looks back at me. “At least we don’t have any distractions on our team.”

“Bring it on.” Ana turns on her heel and we walk towards our side of the rope.

We huddle together with the rest of the people on our team.

“First thing’s first, we need a team name!” Mason takes charge. That’s my boy.

“What about winners?” Ana says.

“Yeah, go winners!” Mason and the rest of the team cheers.

“Enough conferring! It’s time to play!” My dad’s voice booms over the megaphone.

We all line up as my mother explains the rules.

“Boys up front. Ana, you can stand by me.” I give Ana a smile as she stands directly in front of me.

I see Robin glaring daggers at Ana from the opposite side of the rope. My eyes dart back to Ana as I catch her sticking her tongue out at him. What were those two talking about earlier?

“Is that your method of long-distance trash talk?”

“It’s working, isn’t it? Robin’s head isn’t in the game, which means we’ve got this in the bag.” She gives me a confident smile.

“Let’s put that theory to theory to the test.” I give her a smile before she turns around, wrapping her hands around the rope.

My dad starts the pulling match and I lean back, digging in with my heels as the rope goes taught.

“You’’ll have to do better than that!” Ana shouts. You’re a competitive little thing aren’t you.

The boys are urging everyone to pull. I wrap my fingers tighter around the rope and heave and it seems to work, because the other side starts to give.

“That’s it, winners! We’ve got ‘em on the ropes!” I shout.

My eyes are locked on the muscles that are tense on Ana’s back.

“Almost… there!” Her voice rings out.

“We can’t… let them win… look at them!” Robin’s face is angry as he pulls. “Though I guess Ana does have some experience playing dirty.”

My eyes fly to Robin, but his gaze is focused on Ana. She ignores him and continues to pull, until we pull the marker onto our side. The momentum of her pulling causes her to stagger back… and right into my arms.

The smell of jasmine and Ana rush my senses as I squeeze my arms tightly around her, to steady her or hold her close I don’t know anymore. She looks over her shoulder and her emerald eyes meet mine, and for a moment the world fades away.

“…Hi.” A blush creeps up her neck as our eyes linger.

“Hi.” I smile.

Her eyes dart down to my lips as she takes her bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes growing dark. I slide my tongue across my lip and I feel her body tense.

“Sam…” She whispers and the sound sends a shockwave through my body.

“Ana, I-“ Fuck, you are in public, and Sofia is here.

“And the winner is- Team Winners!” My dad’s voice booming over the megaphone breaks me from my trance.

“We did it!” Mason and Mickey jump around excitedly. I drop my arms from Ana just in time for Mason and Mickey to tackle me in a hug. My eyes never leave Ana as they wrap their arms around me.

“You did it, boys!” I finally break my gaze to ruffle the twins hair as they cheer.

“We did it, Dad!” Mason looks up at me with a grin.

“Yeah, we couldn’t have beat Uncle Robin without you and Ana!” Mickey looks over to Ana.

“And we couldn’t have done it without you two.” She reaches out and ruffles Mickey’s hair.

God, this just feels so right.

“That’s one way to put it.” Robin. Moment fucking broken.

My eyes fly up to Robin’s who has his eyes narrowed at Ana. I am about to snap when my mother walks up besides us.

“Nobody like a sore loser, Robin. Be a good example for your nephews.”

“Samuel, my big, strong man! I’ve got a wet wipe and a fresh shirt with your name on it.” Sofia walks up and wraps an arm through mine, and pulls me away from the group. I look down at her as she leads towards a tent, her eyes focused.

***

I stand silently next to my father as we watch everyone start to leave.

“I would call that a success.” He glances over at me.

“I would say so. You and mom should go, let me handle the clean up.” I clap him on the back as my mother walks up to us.

“Are you ready to go Mason, dear?”

“Yes, Viv.” He extends his arm for her to take before turning to me one last time. “Well done today, Sam.”

“Bye, Samuel.” My mother brushes a kiss to my cheek before I watch her and my father walk towards the edge of the park.

With a sigh I grab a few trash bags and begin walking around, picking up loose plates. My eyes fall on Ana and the boys and I make my way over to them.

“I’ll take those.” I hold open the trash bag for Ana and the boys to drop their used plates and napkins in. Ana and I fall into step next to each other as we follow the boys to the edge of the park.

“So, did you have a good time today?” I glance down at her and the sun has left a beautiful glow on her olive skin.

“Well, I missed you.” She says softly, turning her beautiful face towards mine. “I feel like I barely got to see you all day after tug-of-war. But this moment right here, with you? It’s been the best part of my day.”

“The party planning committee will be disappointed to hear it… but it’s my favorite too.” I chuckle, my eyes lingering on hers as I watch the sun reflect off of the little specs of gold amongst the emerald green.

As we round the corner I see Carter waiting at the curb, Robin and Sofia already there besides the car. Why are they always together…?

“Looks like the ride home will be a little crowded tonight.” Ana murmurs.

“Good thing I can get out of it for once, I always stay behind and help the cleaning crew after the picnic. It’s the least I can do to show my appreciation for everything.” I look down at her as our arms brush.

“No ones too good to clean up their own mess, right Dad?” Mason asks as he kicks a rock on the pavement.

“That’s exactly right, little man.” Damn proud.

“But we don’t have to stay… right?” Mickey’s eyes grow wide.

“Not until you’re a little older.” I smile at the look of relief on his face.

The boys climb into the car and I catch Sofia’s eye.

“Yes, honey, very inspiring. See you at home.” She leans in and brushes a kiss against my cheek then follows the boys into the car.

“Ana, are you coming?” Robin asks as his eyes scan Ana’s body.

Ana looks up at me with a question in her eyes.

“You’re welcome to stay and help, if you want. It won’t take long between us and the crew. We usually divide and conquer to cover more ground.” Please stay…

“Sounds like a great way to help out this afternoon.” She meets my eyes with a warm smile, her eyes not hiding her true intentions.

“Sure. Just… remember what I said.” Robin regards Ana with a firm look, before shifting his focus to me, and finally climbing into the backseat of the car.

Ana and I turn around and head back to the picnic area, our arms brushing lightly as we walk in a companionable silence.

“Have you ever been to a big picnic like this before?” The breeze blows through her hair as she looks up at me.

“I have never been to one before. Neither of my parents ever had a company picnic, so this was a first.”

“And? What’s the verdict?”

“I’ll let you know when I have one.” She gives me a coy smile before turning her attention back to the park.

I hand her a trash bag and she begins picking up stacks of paper plates.

“I bet you’ve been to a million of these over the years.”

“You could say that. I was still a kid when we held the first one, but it looked nothing like this. We could practically all fit on one blanket back then.” I smile at the fond memories… we have come a long way since then.

“It’s hard to imagine the company being that small.”

“Yeah, we’ve definitely grown a lot since then. But as much as I sometimes miss how… simple things were back then, we also couldn’t make as big of a difference. We can help so many more people now that we’re bigger.”

“I bet that feels good.”

“It does. And it definitely makes the hard days a little easier.”

“Speaking of, I can’t believe you’re not soaking in a bubble bath right now. You were at the center of all of the activity today.” She glances at me. I want to be in a bubble bath with you.

We bend down to pick up a red solo cup at the same time, our fingers brushing, and a blush spreading across her cheeks as her eyes snap away from mine.

“Sorry.” She says quickly.

“No worries.” I smile at her, but I can sense a change in her mood. “I am pretty tired, but it’s a Dalton family tradition to stay behind with the workers and, well, work. My father always stayed behind, but now that he’s older, the mantle falls on me.”

“You know, Robin mentioned one time that he’s also being considered for CEO… but I can’t really picture him staying behind, even if it’s part of the job description.” What else has Robin told you about my family? Yeah, well, if there is anything I know about Robin is that he does the bare minimum.

“Yeah, well, he probably wouldn’t have to, even if he were CEO. My dad has always held Robin to different standards than me. But at this point, that would only happen if I really, really, messed up.”

She glances around and when I follow her eyes, I realize we are all alone on this side of the park.

“Taking responsibility has never been Robin’s strong suit. Great at making messes though.” I flash her a smile but she seems to be avoiding my gaze. “You’re being awfully quiet over there.”

“Hmm? Oh, I just… have a lot on my mind.” She replies without looking at me. There is definitely something wrong… and fuck I hope it doesn’t have to do with Robin. “Actually, Sam… there’s something I wanted to talk to you about…” Her lips turn down in a frown. Definitely Robin.

“What did Robin do now?”

“Earlier today, he pulled me aside and demanded that I leave you alone…” I stare into her eyes, trying to read the expression on her face.

“What did you say?” Please tell me you didn’t tell him anything…

“I told him I didn’t know what he was talking about… but I don’t think he believed me.”

I let out a deep breath and reach up to rub the knots in my neck. Fuck…

“I’m so sorry I’ve put you in this position, Ana. You shouldn’t have to deal with my brother confronting you like this.” What are you doing to her?

I reach out and cup her cheek and I can see the pain in her eyes.

“Robin seemed pretty sure that at the en dog all of this… I would be the one who ends up hurt.” Fuck Robin, stay out of my business.

“As much as I hate to say it- and as much as I will do everything in my power to prevent it- he’s probably right.” I cringe as the words come out of my mouth. “But Ana, my parents’ expectations, the company politics, Sofia… it all just fades away when I look at you.”

“Sam…” My name rolls off her lips in a whisper.

In that instant, the sprinklers turn on, sending a jetting stream of water onto both of us.

She cries out and leans into me as I wrap my arms around her, trying my best to shield her from the water.

“Okay, seriously, who sets their sprinklers to go off in the middle of the afternoon.” I laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation, even though I can’t complain having Ana in my arms.

“Someone who got AM and PM mixed up?” She laughs and the sound brings an even bigger smile to my face.

I lean away from her slightly, my eyes roaming her face as I smooth the hair from her face. She is so beautiful…

“You look beautiful like this… I’ve never seen you wet before.”

“You don’t know that.”

Her words send a shockwave to my cock. I definitely didn’t mean it like that, but fuck am I glad you did.

“That’s not fair. Now that’s all I can think about…” You, wet, in my arms, in our home, in the car… fuck…

“Sam, now you know how I feel.”

“Does this mean you think about me all the time? At night, in bed, alone…?” My voice has dropped to a husky whisper as images of her on her back, naked, and moaning fill my head.

“Yes… touching myself, thinking of you, wondering if you’re turned on because of me.” The huskiness of her voice matches mine as her eyes wander my face and linger on my lips.

Holy fuck, you naughty little thing.

“Always…” I tighten my grip on her waste as her breath catches in her throat.

“Sam… kiss me.”

I was hoping you would say that.

I lean down and capture her perfect pink lips in mine, my hands roam her every curve, trying my hardest to memorize the twists and turns. Our kiss grows in passion as she lets out a moan into my mouth.

I grab her hips, pulling her against my growing desire.

“Ana… what are you doing to me?” I whisper against her mouth… I have never been so out of control in my life as I am when I am around you…

I drop my lips to her jaw, trailing light kisses up to her ear, the smell of Ana, sunshine and jasmine, fills my senses as I taste her sweet skin.

“I can’t seem to control myself around you…” I whisper into her ear.

“Maybe I want you to lose control…” She whispers, her lips lightly grazing mine.

She tangles her fingers into my hair and drags my lips back to hers. I want to lose control with you… My fingers continue their exploration as I graze my fingers over her erect nipples through her shirt, god this wet shirt is doing wonders for you…

“I want nothing more than to lay you down and take you right here, but…” I whisper in her ear as I blaze a trail of kisses down her neck, her body responding to my every touch with soft whimpers and gasps.

“We are still in public… and broad daylight.” Her breathing is erratic as I press my forehead to hers. I close my eyes, and listen to her erratic breathing and feel the rise and fall of her chest.

“Dammit.” I whisper. I lean in and press a soft, slow kiss to her lips before I pull away. My body instantly missing the contact. I grab one of her hands in mine and give it a light squeeze. “You’re going to be the death of me, Ana. Or at least, the death of my reputation.” I take a moment to check my surroundings, fortunately we are still alone.

“…You’re welcome?” Her soft laugh ringing through my ears.

“We should probably get back to cleaning, or we’ll never finish.”

“Oh, I’m desperate to finish, alright.” Her coy smile spreading across her lips.

I smile at her with a shake of my head, her lips red from our kisses and her skin flushed… so damn beautiful…

We make our way out of the line of fire of the sprinklers and continue working, well into the evening. My fingers moving in time with the rise and fall of her curves, remembering the sparks of electricity and the sound of her moans.

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For the OTP ask: Grimmichi 3, 9, 11, and 17!!

Thank you for the ask, friend :D From this post here

I'm going to put the answer under the cut here, just because I guess I kind of discuss spoilers for Bleach.

3. What is your favorite AU/prompt idea/trope for your pairing?

Hmmmm. This question made me think. But I would have to say my favourite for Grimmichi is slow-burn, and bonus points for enemies to lovers. I love the slow burn because something about Grimmjow's gruff demeanor and Ichigo's cool attitude just screams that they are people who need time to get to know others and feel comfortable enough around them to fully open up. And I love the enemies to lovers trope for them because in the actual anime they start as enemies, which makes for some lovely fight scenes. And I think that can be translated over into alternate universes and fanfics with some lovely sarcastic banter and make for a very fun fic.

9. Favorite aspect of them/their relationship dynamics?

It's definitely gotta be that Grimmjow is an Asshole and Ichigo is Tired of This Bullshit. :)

11. If they aren’t a canon pairing, how would you get them together?

So they aren't canon :( I would have them start to realize they have some common ground (their stubbornness, for example) and bond over a common "enemy" (Urahara being a nuisance trying to force them to help him around his shop, for instance). And then they would go for food or something. And then? It would become a habit, a ritual, something they do like once a week. And they would fall in love. And neither of them would realize it until one cancels on the other or is stopped from going (probably by the Soul Society or some sort of calamity caused by some major villain). And then the one who was stood-up bitches out the other one (in the rain of course) and lists all the things that they like about them in their emotional outburst. And the other one is just stunned. So then maybe the first one runs off. And then they don't see each other for days. Dayyyyys. DAYYYYYYS. Until they both can't take it anymore and then they are running around to all the places they can think of, looking for the other, just barely missing each other, being given directions from friends that lead them to where the other was just five minutes ago, but they're no longer there, and THEN...

...as they are running to their next location, they see each other in the distance. And they freeze. It's dusk. The sun is setting. The horizon is painted in golds and reds and oranges. And they approach each other, slowly, each one going over his own apology in his head, trying to think of what to say, but when they're inches apart, staring into each other's eyes, they are speechless. And one asks 'can I kiss you' and the other one can't even form words, so he nods.

And then. They kiss.

17. Are they relatable as characters or as a pairing?

So, the answer to me is both.

Grimmjow- this guy is cold in the anime, even cruel (he shoves his hand through Rukia in front of Ichigo, and brings Orihime to where he's fighting Ichigo in Las Noches to get a rise out of both of them). He has anger issues and his rage is poorly controlled. The part of him I find relatable is the fact that he is very immature. He lets his bad emotions out in acts like bursting through a wall or fighting. But when he is getting what he wants, he is very smug and flaunts it. These are the ugly feelings that every person has, and most people have acted immaturely in some way or another in their life. This is why I think he's relatable in that regard.

Ichigo - Ok, so we all know Ichigo is a Protector (TM). He wants to protect others and keep them safe, to a fault. He tries so hard to keep others protected and get stronger for their sake that he is stretching himself thin. He literally sacrifices his Shinigami powers to defeat Aizen. And I have to say I identify with those feelings a lot. I have two younger siblings. If you don't think that I haven't tried to shield them from so many painful things, well you'd be wrong. So I find him very relatable.

Grimmichi- ok, the pairing GrimmIchi is Gruff Egotistical Brute Who Wants to be the Strongest and Protective Idiot who Doesn't Know When to Stop. I am not in a relationship. However, we have established I am protective af. And what do I look for in almost every potential partner? What makes me think someone is amazing and highly attractive? Aside from intelligence (I will not be debating Light Yagami being on my list of Characters I Am in Love With) it is STRENGTH. Like. Any man, woman, nonbinary, or genderfluid person who just...is so strong? I find very attractive. (It's not the only thing I find attractive, but it is high on the list. Also, please note that physical strength does not have to do with appearance. Plus-sized people can be very very strong :D)