#i don’t like upsetting people anyway but he’s just So Annoying and makes me uncomfortable

[voidoftetris]

they should invent a way to reject people that doesn’t make you want to die

[mmurazz]

love on act. lhs

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AFTER GOING TO THE MALL, you bought some clothes, mainly a dress that you might use for the party, honestly this is your first time going to a formal party, most parties you’ve been are never this formal, so you picked a white silk dress that flows down to your feet, then a pair of white mary janes heels, and lastly a few jewelry to match the final look. It was still 5 pm in the afternoon so you had plenty of time to get ready. You put on some light makeup, then curl your hair to make it flowy, and lastly you put on the dress, and finally accessories, and you’re off to go. 

Heeseung was waiting downstairs, looking at his watch. He glares at you, but says nothing. He hold out his hand, waiting for you to take it. 

“Come on, we’ll be late.” He complains, looking annoyed.

“Right..” you replied and took his hand, and went inside the passenger seat, and he sat at the driver seat. 

The car ride was very quiet, or.. maybe too quiet, you both sat there in silence, only sounds of cars passing by can be heard from the inside. You both arrived at the destination, he went out of the driver’s seat and opened the passenger door for you. He takes you to the red carpet party, there are tons, and tons of paparazzi. He takes your arm and leads you to the paparazzi, as you both start to smile at them. 

Heeseung smiles for the camera, and then wraps an arm around your waist as if he was in love with you. He whispers in your ear, “Pretend to love me and be affectionate with me. Otherwise, I'll end you.” He warns you, just to make sure you won’t act badly, so you decide to act also.

He smiles and wraps his arms around you, he kisses your head as he whispers in your ear, “Just follow my lead, and act like you love me.” He warns again, before looking at the camera and smiling again. The paparazzi snap some photos, some ask you some questions but you can only answer a few before some more photos are taken. Heeseung takes your hand and guides you inside the party. 

There are tons of rich people at the party, you sat at a circular table that was surrounded by seats, and Heeseung has left you alone, and is now talking to some CEO’s. You don’t really know what to do now, there is a buffet filled with all kinds of foods, you want to eat but, who knows if you are going to get poisoned. You can hear some whispering, some people are gossiping about your relationship between you and Heeseung, you decide to ignore the gossiping, instead you decide to eat some food, there are multiple dishes, like salad, sushi, there’s steak, and plenty of other choices for anyone, some people are watching and gossiping even more, it’s really hard to ignore their stares. 

“I heard that Heeseung’s new wife came from money.” 

“Yeah, I saw her, they don’t really look good together.” 

“I wonder how they ended up together, did Heeseung’s parents force her into this marriage? She seems so innocent.” 

They keep on gossiping and some are even staring at you, making you feel uncomfortable. You decided to eat some salad, and drink some wine to ease your comfort. You continue to eat the salad and drink wine, occasionally some of the gossiping people would come up to you and ask if your relationship is real or not, a few of them also tell you that they think you guys are cute together, you continue to eat and ignore them. 

THERE ARE SOME MUSIC PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND, and Heeseung is now dancing with another women, some of them even look at you and smirk they know that they’re making you feel jealous, and they’re probably right, you don’t really care anyways since it’s just an arranged marriage because they don’t have feelings for each other, right?

Heeseung dances with multiple women, and you don’t know why you feel hurt or upset that he’s dancing with other women, maybe it’s jealousy or heartbreak. You don’t know, but the truth is you are upset, but you can’t admit it. What are you, jealous? No, why would you be jealous, you’re in an arranged marriage and you don’t love each other. 

You sat down at the table, and continued to watch Heeseung dance with the other women, he looks like he;s enjoying himself, but you feel a little jealous and angry for some reason. It doesn’t make sense, why are you jealous? You both don’t even have feelings for eachother, you only act on it. So you decided to go outside to the garden and look out at the night view. As you get up from your chair, you hear some more gossip about you, the whispers are just following you everywhere you go. 

As you walked outside into the garden, the view was beautiful, it was filled with beautiful flowers, the night sky was illuminated with stars, and the moon was shining bright, it shines like a star against the dark black sky, the wind blowing against your body, making you shiver. 

While you’re in the garden, you look up at the stars from time to time, and you feel a bit lonely. You look at the other people in the garden, most of them are couples, happily chatting and laughing, you feel a bit envious and lonely. You stand there for a bit, looking up at the stars, and looking at the happy couples laughing, you suddenly feel cold, so you wrap your arms around yourself and hug yourself to feel warm, you felt a tap on your shoulder, you looked behind and found Heeseung standing there, looking at you with a blank expression on his face. 

“What..?” You asked him.

Heeseung stood there, not looking too happy, this made you worry a little, but you said nothing.  “What are you doing out here?” He asked, he seemed a bit confused as he stared down at you.

“Just.. looking out at night, i mean the garden is beautiful isn’t it..?” You replied to his question.

He stands by your side, and looks out at the garden, he nods before replying. “Yes, it is,” His tone was flat and emotionless, not conveying the same feeling of admiration for the garden as you have, you leaned on to the flat surface of the railing, and looked up to the sky smiling. He stares at you for a moment, thinking before he speaks again. 

“You looked cold, do you want my jacket?” He offers a small hint of kindness in his tone, he takes off his jacket, and offers it to you, but he still has a somewhat cold demeanor. 

“N-no it’s fine..” You rejected his offer, but he places his jacket on your shoulders anyway, disregarding your refusal. He wraps his jacket around you, making it easier for you to stay warm in the cold night. The jacket was warm and comforting, making you feel a bit warmer than before. He just stares at you, and decides to stay outside with you, it seems that he doesn’t want you to be alone for some reason, he stays there with you, not talking to you, just watching you watch the sky.

cpright. @mmurazz

tgs. @mheretoreadff

[amhrosina]

It's Always Been You

Summary: You and Miguel are forced to confront your feelings for one another after a dangerous mission goes awry.

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara (Spider-Man 2099) x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

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a/n: i cannot stop thinking about this man ohmygod anyways im overwhelmed by the love being shown for my other miguel fic and cant wait to add more to this community!!! thank you!!! (should i do a part two with smut? like friends to lovers first time?? lemme know <;3)

warnings: friends to lovers, arguing, some angst, love confessions!!!!!, reader calls miguel a name, idiots in love tbh, references to a dangerous situation (but no details i kept it super vague lol), starts to get a little suggestive at the end but is like 99% fluff

Miguel was ignoring you. Not in the usual, self-brooding, grumpy way he sometimes did when he was having a bad day, but in the way that told you he was furious with you. Anger had been radiating off of him in waves since your chaotic return to Nueva York a few hours earlier, and you, along with every other Spider-person at headquarters, was avoiding his workspace like the plague. It wasn’t like you hadn’t tried to console him, but you knew, probably better than anyone, that when Miguel wanted to brood, he would. You would try again later, and eventually you’d make him laugh, and the world would right itself again. It always did.

Spider-Woman huffed, plopping into the seat next to yours in the cafeteria, slamming her tray down hard enough to knock your tablet on its side. Clearly, she was upset about something. 

“Is everyone pissed off today?” You asked indignantly.

She glared at you, shoving a bite of sandwich in her mouth before answering.

“Miguel’s being pissy.” She glared at you. “And it’s your fault.”

“I can’t imagine why. We got the guy, didn’t we?” 

“We both know what you did was reckless.” Her glare intensified, and your annoyance shifted to guilt. It was a reckless move, but it worked. 

“He was being torn to shreds. I did what any of us would’ve done. If he has a problem, he can come talk to me about it instead of hiding from all of us like a teenager.”

Her gaze softened. “He has a lot on his plate.”

“So?” You combatted, annoyed all over again.

“So, I think maybe what happened today scared him, and he doesn’t know how to process his feelings about it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You shrugged, refusing to meet her gaze.

“You’re his best friend, and he almost lost you today. Go talk to him.” She suggested, patting your shoulder. “I think it’ll do everyone some good. And I do mean everyone. He’s scary when he’s mad.”

You shrugged her off, finishing your dinner in silence. If Miguel was so pissed, why couldn’t he come talk to you about it? Why, after years of knowing each other, were you still the one approaching him with an apology? Why couldn’t he just say what he meant for once?

But of course, after you finished your dinner and realized, hopelessly, that the only person you wanted to see was, in fact, Miguel, you huffed and began the trek to his office, where you knew he’d still be brooding.

The tension in the building had lessened after many of the spider-people had returned to their own universes, glad to get away from the uncomfortable elephant in the room, but that didn’t stop your stomach from clenching when you rounded the corner into Miguel’s dim, untidy workspace.

He was hunched over his desk, scribbling something down on a piece of paper. From your position, you had a clear view of the damage that had been done to his back earlier that day. You winced, thinking back to the few seconds of absolute terror you’d experienced when you’d seen the anomaly tearing into Miguel’s skin. The claw marks had already healed a little, now just raw, nasty looking scratches down the curve of his spine. 

He turned at the sound of your footsteps, though he had likely heard you coming since you stepped foot out of the cafeteria. Anger flickered in his cold gaze, but he was still here, decidedly not hiding from you, which was a good sign. You stepped into the workspace, setting the extra food you’d bought for him down before fully turning to face him.

“Hey.” You murmured. “Brought you some dinner.”

His gaze flicked from your awkward stance to the box of food on the table. “Thanks.”

Short. Blunt. To the point. You sighed.

“You’re still mad, then?” You asked, crossing your arms.

“Are you saying I shouldn’t be mad at the stunt you pulled today?” He glared, standing to his full height and towering over you.

“I’m saying you shouldn’t be mad at me for saving your life, asshole.” You looked up at him, refusing to back down.

“I had it under control. It was my anomaly to handle.” His nostrils flared with anger. 

You threw your hands up indignantly. “It was our anomaly to handle, and I handled it just fine! In case you don’t remember, I was good enough at handling myself to be recruited by you for this stupid team!”

“What you did was incredibly stupid. The anomaly could have killed you. Don’t you get that?”

“The anomaly was killing you. I did what I thought was best-”

“Exactly. You did what you thought was best and didn’t think once about the team. You risked an entire universe to show off!” He cut you off, slamming his hands on the desk on either side of you, effectively cornering you.

Your voices had risen considerably since your initial arrival, and you were now inches apart, screaming at each other.

“To show off?” You pushed at his enormous chest, vision blurred with a mixture of tears and anger. “I risked an entire universe to protect you, you asshole! Everything I do is to protect you.”

He grabbed your wrists, easily stopping your arms from pushing him again. 

“You could have died.” He grunted, squeezing your wrists.

“Why do you even care, Miguel? The anomaly was taken care of, just like it always is. We’ll go take care of another one tomorrow, just like we always do.”

“Because I love you, obviously!” He yelled, releasing his grip on you and taking a full step backwards. Stunned into silence, neither of you said anything for a full ten seconds. He began pacing in front of you, hands on his hips, breathing heavily as the magnitude of what he’d just revealed fully hit him. He paused when he heard you sniffle, and began speaking.

“I love you. Can’t you see that?” He asked, stepping close to you. Tears welled in your eyes, and you couldn’t bear to look up at him for fear that it might be a dream, or worse, a cruel trick of his. “I care because I love you, and I almost lost you. I-” he swallowed thickly, “I almost lost it when I realized what you were doing. And when we couldn’t find you after? That was the worst thirty seconds of my life.” He shook his head, clearing the thoughts from his mind. “I can’t lose you. Do you understand that? You’re mine. I can’t lose you, baby.”

You finally lifted your chin, meeting his gaze. He tentatively cradled your cheeks, wiping away the stray tears that had snuck down your face during his speech. 

“I love you, too.” You murmured, nuzzling into his palm. “But you can’t expect me to just watch while you’re being torn to shreds. I had to do something.”

He nodded, though it clearly pained him to agree with you about it. “I know. And I know you can handle yourself. I’m sorry for getting so angry, but you have to understand that your safety is the most important thing to me when we go chasing after anomalies. And I know that it should be saving the universes that we’re in, but it’s not. It’s you, and it’s always been you. Don’t ask me to change that. It will always be you.”

You blinked up at him in stunned silence, nodding. You couldn’t remember when your feelings for Miguel had shifted to something beyond friendly, but you’d never before allowed yourself the fantasy of him loving you in return. It was something you’d come to terms with months ago, accepting that you’d never get to hold him the way he deserved to be held. But now he was standing with you, holding you, begging you to understand that all of his anger has been out of pure, unselfish love for you. 

“I won’t ask you to change that.” You conceded, a small grin forming on your face, “As long as you promise to at least try to stay out of harm’s way.”

“I promise, but you know harm seems to seek me out no matter what.” His grin mirrored the one on your face. He shifted his head down, stopping only centimeters away from your lips. “If I asked you to kiss me right now, would you?”

“That depends.” You breathed, heart thundering in your chest. “Are you going to be this dramatic every time I save your ass, O’Hara?”

He chuckled, cradling your head in his massive hands. “Maybe. Yes. Definitely.”

You shrugged, nodding. “Okay.”

“Okay?” He asked, eyes flicking between your gaze and your lips.

“Okay.” You bobbed your head once and then leaned in.

He captured your lips in an earth-shattering kiss, exploring every inch of what you offered to him eagerly. His hands roamed the length of your body, pulling you fully against his heated skin. You melted into him, pliable to his every whim and desire, going exactly where he wanted you to go, doing exactly what he wanted you to do. Heat coiled in your entire body, poised to erupt at the slightest touch he offered. You reached forward, tugging at the material around his waist. If he wasn’t inside of you soon, you thought you might explode. His hands wandered below your waistband, too, eager to please.

A loud clunking sound from around the corner had you springing apart, panting, overheated, and completely high off one another’s touch. It wasn’t that you were embarrassed to be seen kissing Miguel. In fact, you were planning on kissing him at every moment possible, if he’d let you. It was the fact that you’d very nearly allowed him to strip you naked and have his way with you in his very public office. He seemed to be thinking the same thing, coming to his senses and adjusting the uncomfortable looking bulge in his pants as the sound of footsteps grew nearer.

“Miguel, you’re going to be in an even worse mood if you don’t just go talk to her. I mean, really, you’re both acting like idiots and clearly love each oth- oh!”

Spider-Woman came into view, waving her hands frantically and then doing her very best to hide the smile growing on her face. You shifted your feet awkwardly, trying your best to look like you hadn’t had Miguel’s tongue shoved down your throat ten seconds earlier. Miguel, as stoic and unperturbed as ever, had simply bent down and returned to scribbling on the paper from earlier, which made you involuntarily scowl. He always looked so cool. It was annoying.

“Am I…interrupting something?” Spider-Woman asked, smirking. Clearly, you weren’t doing a great job hiding anything from her. 

“What was that you were saying when you came in? Something about my mood?” Miguel asked, lifting his gaze to hers.

“Oh, nothing!” She grinned, turning on her heels and leaving the room as fast as she had entered it.

Miguel looked at you, suddenly shy now that you were alone together again. “Wanna bet how long it’ll be before she spills the beans to someone about us?”

You barked a laugh. “I’ll give you my entire paycheck if she hasn’t announced it to someone already.” 

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[portgasdwrld]

hiii could you write about how the monster trio would take care of you when you get drunk?? thank you so much!!

Hiiii! Yess of course 😫

📂 OP men+ taking care of drunk reader

Featuring: Zoro & Sanji

Warning: fluff, established relationships

Note: I couldn’t find any inspiration for Luffy😭 hope you still enjoy it for the others 💕 I think Sanji is officially the character I love to write the most. He’s just so 🧎🏻‍♀️my writing just go so easy with him🙁

Zoro

Zoro knew you were out of it when you were laughing at whatever the hell was Luffy and Chopper doing. You weren’t simply giggling at their silly behaviour like usual, no.. you were holding into your stomach with teary eyes as if it was the funniest show of your life.

He knew he had to intervene when he saw you grab a pair of chopsticks (his) and were about to imitate their immature behaviour.

“You are no fuunnn, babee” you whined while pouting at him and trying to grab the chopsticks back. Your attempt was sadly not successful and you only ended up tripping on Zoro. He grabbed your waist, stopping you from falling completely on him and quietly made you sit back next to him.

“You will thank me tomorrow and those were mines by the way” he retorted while drinking down the bottom of your bottle and waving his chopsticks.

“Hey! My bottle!” You screamed a bit too loudly grabbing people’s attention for few seconds. You frowned and turned your body away from your boyfriend with crossed arms over your chest.

“Come on don’t be upset, you are already drunk” he chuckled as he caressed one of your hips with his tanned hands.

“I’m definitely not drunk” You snapped back at him turning your body in his direction now. He pulled softly your arms away from your chest and pecked your forehead.

“You are, it’s just the truth” He continued amused as he watched your annoyed expression. When you get drunk, you get frustrated so much quicker and he often had his little fun with it. He loved teasing you, so when you looked at him with the small fire in your eyes, he couldn’t help himself.

“Alright let’s get you to bed, before you actually shove chopsticks up your nose” he announced with a teasing smirk. He will for sure annoy you with that when you get to your senses tomorrow.

“Why!?? The party just started!! You are such a party pooper” you tried to run away from him and yelled at Nami for help, but Zoro pulled you down by your shirt with his usual stern expression. You two stared at each other in silence. You squinted your eyes at him and poked his large chest with your finger.

“We aren’t leaving, because I am not drunk. So now leave me alone.” You declared full of seriousness… well in your head, because to Zoro you were barely even making sense with your words. It took him a moment to get what you told him and he simply rolled his eyes. He stood up and signalled you to do the same. With a huff, you stood up and grabbed his hand. You leaned your head on his big arm.

“My head is starting to hurt” you mumble with a shy blush.

“I know, let’s take care of you”

He somewhat found his way to your shared room which is somewhat a miracle (you showed him the way with what little sense you had left)

He helped you remove your clothes because he knew you hate sleeping with uncomfortable clothes.

He didn’t bother making you wear a pyjama because it was too much trouble. So you went to sleep in your underwear like you often do with him anyway.

He made you drink a glass of water to help ease the headache. When you leaned over his body for a second, he was sure you were gonna vomit on him, but you ended up burping, earning a chuckle of him. He thought it was funny lmao, because he really believed he was gonna have to clean up vomit at this late hour.

He watched you snuggle yourself into the bed and looking at him with waiting eyes.

He joined you shortly after and made you lay your head on his bare chest as his arm wrapped around your shoulders.

“Goodnight Zoro~” you whispered with closed eyes and a yawn.

He hummed as he closed his eye and let his body give up to sleep.

Sanji

“My love ?” Your head jerked in his direction as his sweet voice called you.

“Yes Sanji?” You asked him with a faint smile.

“What are you doing..?” He asked you concerned. You looked at him a little confused.

“I’m washing my face before going to sleep?”

“Chérie…this is the kitchen” He finally pointed out while exhaling a cloud of smoke and throwing away his cigarette. He put the plates on the counter and looked at your confused expression.

“And this is the soap for the dishes, Y/N, not for your pretty face.” You didn’t have a single thoughts behind your eyes so you just stared at him. He softly grabbed your wet hands away from the sink. Your face still had soap so he opened one of the drawer and pulled out of a new towel. He started to clean your face from the soap after wetting the towel with water.

“You are really something when you get drunk” he broke the silence. You watched his familiar lips curve into a smile. You imitated then and looked up at him with big eyes.

“I felt sleepy, but you know I need to do my skincare before going to bed…” you explained in a small voice while grabbing his vest with both of your hands. Sanji looked at your eyes and pecked your lips.

“I know, darling. Just let me know next time, alright? I wouldn’t want something bad to happen to you” He retorted with a gentle but serious tone. He truly cared for you and didn’t want anything bad to happen to you while his eyes weren’t watching.

“Okay!” You quickly agreed with a peck on his hairy chin. It tickled a little your lips earning a slight chuckle from you. Sanji blushed and kissed your lips, tasting the alcohol you had earlier with everyone. You kissed him back and brought him closer. He caressed the back of your head as he pulled away.

“I will help you do your skincare in the bathroom this time, so you can go rest. Is that alright with you, darling?

You nodded and wrapped your arm around your boyfriends as he walked you two to the bathroom.

He firstly helped you change in some comfortable sleepwear before you two stopped at the bathroom.

He ofc knows your skincare so he helped you with every steps as you were sat on the closed toilet.

He then transported you in a bridal style to your shared room. You were exhausted by the end of your little night routine.

He put your body softly on the bed and covered you with the bedsheets. He kissed your forehead and admired you while you were already asleep.

He left to wash the dishes quickly and came back to you were still deeply in sleep. He quickly washed up and joined you in bed.

Your eyes slightly opened. “Sanji..?What took you so long” you managed to mumble half asleep.

He couldn’t hide his smile when you asked him that. He opted to cuddle you and kiss your shoulder.

“Nothing, let’s sleep now” he replied with a tired tone. He blew on the light that was illuminating the room and fell asleep with you, his precious lover, in his embrace.

[sopiao]

hello :3 i absolutely love all of your ghost works !! hopefully studies are getting better for you pooks.

i can’t stop thinking about taking Ghost out but he’s ran out of masks and all of his cloth ones are in the wash so he’s forced to go out in a stupid silly one in public to get what he needs X3.

manifesting everything gets better pookie ;3 -🍅

MWEHEBHSEBHSE YES.

oml ty ty 😭 what i’m majoring in is just totally swamping me TmT.

ur so sweet ilysm :,,)

BUT YES, Ghost leaving with you in a silly mask

“Shit” Simon speeds through you, exciting the garage and looking through the junk drawer. You lower your cup and turn to him, dropping your book, leaning to the side of your chair to see what he’s looking for.

“What’s up?” You ask, wondering if you could help, he seemed to be in a rush. He just shook his head and muttered something too low to understand. Shrugging as you continued to your book. If he didn’t want help, he didn’t want help, it’ll be worse if you push it.

Simon rushes past you again into the closet, rummaging around, from what you could hear. Eyes focusing on the ink on paper you can hear him growl in frustration.

His hurried and annoyed stomps echo through the house as he walks into the bedroom, then the laundry room. At this point you aren’t even paying attention to your book. Walking back in front of you. Your eyes trail up to meet him, placing your cup down from your lips.

“What?” You tilt your head. Simon’s avoiding your gaze, rubbing the back of his head. You could tell he’s been working on his motorcycle, even without all of the loud noises coming from the garage, the tips of his fingers coated in a light layer of oil.

“Could you.. uhh.. Get me something?” He asks bashfully and hushed, as if he knows that you’ll say no but tries it anyway. You actually did say no whenever he asked this, multiple times. Every time he did you always got the wrong thing.

“No”

“What? Why?” He already knows why.

“You know. Every time I go, I get the wrong thing, then you get mad, then we go back. It’s stupid” He stares at you then looks away defeated, slumping his shoulder as he sighs, in a childish attempt to guilt you.

“Just come with me” You asked, already knowing that he’ll refuse.

“I have no masks” He grunts. You stand up and walk into the bedroom, he follows closely, hoping that there wasn’t one so he wouldn’t have to go out to that shop.

If it weren’t for those people he would have no problem going by himself. Whenever he goes, no matter the time or day, there’s always these loud obnoxious group of men that always over-explain and point out the obvious, even when they’re wrong they’ll just make a joke and pin it on you. Makes everyone uncomfortable and annoyed. Flexing money they don’t have, people they don’t know, etc.

You rummaged deep in a drawer and pulled out a white piece of cloth. No way would Simon wear this but he had no choice. It was a crocheted white balaclava that had sewn bunny ears on the top, it was actually very well crafted, it was from your niece that made it for him for Christmas since he always wore masks.

“No.”

“Yes”

“No.”

“Then I guess you’ll have to wait till tomorrow to get your part. Shop closes in an hour and the wash is finished in 2” You negotiated, not really if it was his only choice. He contemplated between his motorcycle or his dignity would he like to save. Ah shit. He loved that bike more than his dignity. He grumbled annoyed and snatched it from your hand, already making his way to the front.

You chuckled and slipped on your shoes, grabbing the car keys from the counter before following him to the car. He already had on the mask and was in the passenger seat, arms crossed and facing the window away from you.

Entering the car, and making sure he had his seatbelt on, you drove away towards the designated shop with your grumpy passenger princess. No way in hell your gonna let him drive.

“Hurry. I don’t wanna be out here any longer” He grumbled, even when he was upset in an adorable fashion, he still held his hand out for yours, waiting for you to take his hand.

“Lead the way, cotton tail” You tease, walking in together, he beelines towards the nuts and bolts, just wanting to get what he needs and get out of there, no chitchat or pleasantries. Simon rolls his eyes and walks in front of you, immediately looking through the little bins of nuts and bolts. You stand next to him, eyes wandering around the store as your boyfriend collects what he needs.

“Ok. Done. Let’s go” Simon speaks up behind you not even a minute later, obviously hasty to get home and out of this ridiculous(ly cute) mask. It makes you laugh how hasty he is to leave. Usually he would take an extra 20 minutes walking around and looking for things he’ll need for future planned projects.

“Wait. Let’s get paint for the bathroom” You insist, already making your way towards the colorful paint isle, he grumbled, subtly rolls his eyes and follow you before you get lost. For a month, the bathroom’s been torn apart for repairs and renovations, but paint hasn’t been decided yet.

The entire time you looked at the paint cards Simon was fidgeting with his hands, cracking his knuckles and picking at his skin, looking at anyone who looked at him for more than a second. Until, a little boy walked by with his dad, couldn’t be any older than 3. Simon’s height, physique, and overall look is very intimidating. But when that little boy saw him in the bunny mask, he smiled and waved, making Simon’s heart melt.

That was the first time a little kid wasn’t scared of him. That moment gave him instant baby fever, hesitantly waving back at the little boy as he laughed and walked with his father. After that he would wear the bunny balaclava from time to time.

[marbled-magician]

🥀OOC// Responding to @//an-honest-endeavor [LAST PART]

CONTEXT

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1. Alright, I’ll admit that I should’ve reached out in private first, I deeply apologize about that. Though, the admins that reached out to me have been hesitant to talk about this for a reason I won’t disclose. I decided to be their voice. I don’t see anything wrong about speaking up for my comrades.

2. Let me be frank, and I’m sure many others will agree with me- IC Endeavor wouldn’t flirt with a villain, or anyone unless there’s a bond, this is not the main concern though. @kaichisaki-rp informed to me that they never sent any anonymous questions to your inbox about making a move on them. It could’ve been literally anyone else that sent those messages, it’s anonymous for a reason. And the admin behind Overhaul was very genuine about what they told me. The reason why I’m high on my horses is because these are my friends you’re making uncomfortable with your interactions. I’m not doing this ‘just because’, I’m doing this because I get pissed when my comrades are uncomfortable. Here’s what I’m talking about:

3. The admin of Yumiko gave me permission to SS their explanation of their OC’s behalf:

Like I said before, Endeavor was half the fuel to Dabi’s character. I’ll not argue about the dabi-endeavor topic any longer, since both characters are in the wrong in their own ways anyway.

4. @dabis-blueflame’s admin told me you’ve been annoying them in the beginning of when the rp blogs started to appear. Speaking about Dabi IC, he wouldn’t want to talk to Endeavor.

5. I did not wake up and decide randomly to bully you, I’m merely just speaking out about my comrades’ feelings (that they were hesitant to speak about). It wasn’t my intention at all. How is this bullying you? Does speaking up for my friends count as bullying you? I’m doing this for my comrades, not you. You’re the one that’s freaking out and handling this immaturely. All I’m doing is looking out for my comrades. The SS’s are what’s backing me up on me and my friends’ statements, that is all.

Unfortunately, some people have a hard time turning down certain things due to the fear of being yelled at, or make the person upset. No one wants to make anyone upset. Let’s look back at this SS again from my previous post:

Overhaul’s admin was answering the way they believed Overhaul would respond IC, but you got upset about that and showed you were not happy about their rejection. This stressed out the admin. I know this because they came to me to express how stressed they were, telling me they possibly offended you and made you upset.

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I’m sure you’re not a bad person, genuinely. Just please be aware of what you say sometimes, because there will be roleplayers that are hesitant to express their feelings.

I will no longer respond to anything else regarding this. This wasn’t meant to be a big deal, but if I were in your shoes, I would’ve felt somewhat attacked, so I greatly apologize for making you feel that way. Don’t make me stop you from what you enjoy doing. Keep interacting with whoever you please 🙏

[lykaios2]

You don’t have to do this, this is just me asking, but do you think you could do a yonder ROTTMNT  brothers x autistic reader? (separate of course)

my good [insert gender neutral term used to reference a person here], if you put something into my inbox I am going to write it

anyway uh little disclaimer: I may be self diagnosed with autism but by no means does that make me an expert, people's experiences are different and I don't mean to stick stereotypes on people

anyways hope you enjoy! ❤️

Leo:

-Leo thinks you’re adorable

-All of your little stims and fidget toys

-But a lot of his romantic gestures seem to be off the table

-He loves looking into your eyes, but he doesn’t like it when you don’t look into his

-He’ll turn your face towards his so he can see your beautiful eyes

-Sometimes you’ll tear up because you’re uncomfortable from the long period of eye contact

-But he only thinks it makes your eyes more beautiful

-He is also very fond of picking you up out of nowhere

-While he knows you don’t like being scared like that, it’s the only way other than holding hands that he can be close to you

-(But sometimes he’ll break into your home at night and cuddle with you while you sleep)

Raph:

-Raph loves taking care of youHe knows very well that you need some extra help sometimes

-And he’s very glad that he’s the one that can give it to you

-His favorite thing is giving you bear hugs to help with your sensory issues

-In that moment, you’re safe in his arms, and he’s the only one you’ll ever need

-But he doesn’t like when other people help you

-He’s supposed to be your one and only savior

-The only one who knows what you need, that can help you

-One time you asked if you could go see a therapist to help with your anxiety, and he got very upset

-“Why would you need to go see anyone else? I’m all you’ll ever need, babe…no one else knows you like I do. They can’t help you like I can. You don’t need to see a therapist.”

-He said in such a loving tone that you were even convinced he was right…

Mikey:

-Mikey puts you first

-He knows everything that you need

-He is so eager to help you, in fact, that sometimes he goes a little overboard

-Every day he gives you a new fidget toy to use

-And he gets very sad if you reject his offer

-(Even though you already have hundreds)

-He tends to treat you like a kid

-Asking how your day’s been, if you need anything

-He cooks you food, drives you everywhere, puts you to bed

-It gets a little annoying sometimes, being treated like that

-But if anyone were to even lay a finger on you, he goes full defensive mode

-God forbid anyone insult you

Donnie:

-As someone who also has autism, he understands your needs

-But he still gets a little frustrated sometimes

-He wants to love you, but you make it a little hard sometimes

-His unexpected hugs from behind often make you jump, which he doesn’t like

-Your need to be alone more often than usual makes him mad

-Whenever you’re stressed or anxious, he tries to calm you down with hugs and kisses, which only makes it worse

-He has fidget toys on hand for you, because he knows those will always calm you down

-He gets mad whenever he has to use them, though

-He doesn’t like that something else has your attention more

-He also doesn’t understand why his love won't calm you down

-Your love and affection will calm him down, so why doesn’t it work the other way around?

-And sure, you may have autism, but so does he

-So why can he be the only “normal” one in the relationship?

[remuswriting]

DEPENDS, WHO'S ASKING; MIYA OSAMU

As far as first meetings go, fighting over udon noodles is not one you thought you'd ever have.

TAGS: Pre-Relationship; First Meetings; Meet-Cute; Canon Compliant; Second Person POV

WORD COUNT: 1,002 words

NOTES: Writing in second person is really not my thing, so hopefully it's good. I think this may be the only reader fic I've ever written where Y/N or L/N isn't used.  This is just a silly little thing I wrote over a year ago. I hope you enjoy.

It’s been a long day since the soccer team practiced later than usual. Interhigh Qualifiers are coming up, and your coach wants to make sure everyone is ready. You’re only a first year, so you aren’t on first string, which you don’t really mind. You have two more years, after all.

Practice being grueling and running late leaves you absolutely exhausted, but thankfully, you don’t have to worry about your parents being upset since they work late on Wednesday. This means you cook dinner for yourself, which you like doing. Trying out new recipes is something you tend to do on Wednesday, but you’re not sure if it’ll be a new recipe night. You’re not sure what you have to eat at home, so you decide you’ll just stop by the store on the way home. There’s a simple recipe you like to make whenever you’re tired, but you know you need a couple things.

Your phone vibrates in your bag, so you pull your bag up to have easier access to it, but moving your bag results in your phone falling deeper and deeper into it. So, you’re shoving your hand past your school supplies and bento box until you finally have a hold of it. You see a couple of people looking at you, and you wonder if it might have been easier if you had stopped to take it out instead of walking at the same time. It doesn’t matter now, especially since the store is already in view.

“Oh,” you say, seeing that it was your mom who texted you. Apparently, she left money on the counter for takeout. You look up at the store and decide you might as well get some groceries while you’re here.

To: Mom

From: You

>>At the store. Do we need anything?

A long list of things is the next thing she sends. You sigh as you walk into the store and grab a basket. This is the main store your family goes to, so you know where everything is without needing to think too much about it.

“Alright, all that’s left is udon noodles,” you mumble as you look over your mother’s text again. As you make your way to where those are, hoping they have them, since the store’s popularity has grown due to a store nearby being remodeled.

There’s someone else on the aisle, a guy also wearing an Inarizaki uniform. The dyed gray hair gives away who it is; Miya Osamu. You’ve never met Osamu since he’s a year older, and most sports clubs don’t talk to each other. The boys’ volleyball club has several annoying members, so your soccer teammates say it’s better just not talking to them.

You walk down the aisle and find he’s standing in front of what you need. After a minute of standing there, you gently tap his arm. He looks at you. “Can I help you?” he asks, annoyed, which understandably so. You’d be annoyed too.

“Uh, I was wonderin’ if ya could hand me some udon noodles,” you say, and he doesn’t say anything as he stares at you. You try not to fidget, but you’re so uncomfortable. People always said that Atsumu is the “scary” twin while Osamu is laid back. You’re disagreeing right now.

“No,” he says, and you furrow your brows.

“No?”

“No,” he says, and he holds up two packages of udon noodles. “They’re mine.”

You move your head to see that there aren’t any more udon noodles on the shelf. You look back at him and bite your lip as you let out a deep breath. “Do ya really need two?”

“Yeah,” he says as he puts them in his basket. “Even if I didn’t, I’d take ‘em anyway.”

“Are ya new to this store?” you ask, and he shakes his head.

“No, I’ve been comin’ here since I was a kid.”

You point at the noodles in his hand. “Then ya know that’s all they’ve got right now.” He just stares at you. “They won’t have any more until Tuesday.”

“That ain’t my problem,” he says, and you bite the inside of your cheek.

“Why’re ya bein’ an ass?” you ask, and you don’t know why you kept going. Maybe it’s because practice had been awful. Or maybe because your mom stressed wanting udon noodles. “Ya don’t need both of ‘em.”

“How do ya know that?” he asks, and you clench your jaw. “Maybe I need more than two and I’m settlin’ cause there’s no more.”

You roll your eyes. “I doubt that’s it.” It’s quiet as you two stare at each other. At this point, you can’t just back down. “I’ll pay you for it.”

Osamu blinks. “What?”

“I’ll pay you for the noodles.” You pull your wallet out of you bag far easier than you had pulled your phone out. “I’ve got the cash.”

“I’m not doin’ that,” he says, and you huff.

“Why not?”

“Cause I got here first.”

“Doesn’t mean ya’ve gotta be greedy!”

Osamu looks you over before shaking his head a little. “Ya know what? I’m just goin’ go. I hope ya get noodles next time.”

He turns and starts walking away. You clench your wallet in your hand. “I won’t forget this, Miya-senpai!”

He looks back at you with wide eyes. “You know who I am?”

You nod. “I also go to Inarizaki, and I’m not gonna forget this.”

“What’re ya gonna do?” he asks with an amused smirk, and you straighten your posture completely.

“I’m gonna buy all the udon noodles whenever I come here so you can’t have any of them!”

Osamu stares at you, shocking and not knowing how to respond, before chuckling slightly. You hate that he has a nice smile and laugh. “Good luck with that.”

He hurries down the aisle before you can say anything else. You throw your wallet on the ground as you grumble a little. Your teammates are right. Inarizaki boys’ volleyball club does have some annoying members.

[catchyhuh]

do any of these bitches respect personal boundaries

leave these fuckers ALONE. but know they won’t be leaving you alone,

lupin:

lupin is very much the most touchy, and probably the most okay with being touched in general. and if you AREN’T good with being touched? lol. good luck around this fucker

its not even a conscious thing he does, because if it was, by god, he’d have FULLY weaponized it by now to annoy EVERYbody

it’s comfortable for him, more than anything. he’s on his feet for HOURS at a time, y’know, and the poor thing’s never had to work retail, so leaning on another person kinda gets that weight off anyway

however, he does recognize like, everybody ELSE has personal boundaries, so he catches on when anybody stands a bit too close, or leans over his shoulder to see what he’s looking at. by habit it makes him trust the other person less, or, if it’s somebody he already trusts (i.e. jigen or fujiko) then he KNOWS they’re trying to mess with him

jigen:

voted number one easiest (and cheapest!) way to get your head blown off! do not touch him

he’s not going to start yelling at some random person for leaning on his arm or anything, but he doesn’t waste any time pushing them off, with varying degrees of  the gentle “i know you don’t mean to make me uncomfortable but do not do that again” guiding them away push, and the “don’t wanna cause a scene but if you try that again you’re going to be a stain on the wall in 2 seconds” harsh shove

as you probably guessed, the only person who HALFWAY gets away with it is lupin. he usually just leans forward or backward out of the way if he sees it coming and he’s not in the mood, which has the bonus of getting to watch lupin fall flat on his face if HE wasn’t paying attention. the only person who fully gets away with it is, as you also probably guessed, goemon because he… rarelyACTUALLY we’ll get into it when we get to goemon anyway

however, jigen DOES dish out the boundary breaking bits on occasion, usually (if not always) to gloat or establish that he’s winning in this particular situation, and he’s GOING to make YOU uncomfortable about it!

fujiko:

reasonable about it. fujiko, like lupin, is great at reading people, but he just doesn’t really think too much about the fact that people usually don’t like you all up in their grill. fujiko, however, does, so there’s a great tactical balance

she’s not just touching random strangers, but she IS aware of the positive and negative pressure stuff like that has. so like you may have noticed with a lot of things with her, miss mine WEAPONIZES the comfort/discomfort that comes with touch in different situations

fujiko is a naturally touchy person with the right people, but that’s more for her sake than anything else. and i’m not bullshitting this part either-- if you watch anything where they actually try to write her with a personality beyond hehe sexy lady, fujiko is always putting a hand on someone’s shoulder, hugging them (and meaning it!), kind of gently guiding people back away from things, kissing cheeks when she’s excited, IT’S ALL REALLY CUTE AND NOT JUST RESERVED FOR LUPIN! 

goemon:

goemon is… a strange example, because mentally, he’s even more resistant to his boundaries being broken than jigen is, but rather than simply draw his weapon, he tends to freeze up a bit. like oh, um. mhmm. yeah you’re welcome. please get the fuck off of me at your earliest convenience

it’s (as a lot of things are) likely a holdover from his training/general lifestyle. physical touch leaves you susceptible to being attacked, or even worse, pinched, because lupin and jigen and fujiko KEEP DOING THAT JUST BECAUSE THEY KNOW HE GETS STANDOFFISH,

HOWEVER, like we halfway established, jigen always has full permissions, and vice versa. mostly because in the event goemon is truly, actually upset and not just (somewhat) jokingly threatening to gut him like a fish, jigen can read the signs before goemon has even said anything, and leaves him be. but really, all the times that goemon has really TRIED to make jigen uncomfortable by getting in his space could be counted on one hand. goemon has other, STRONGER methods for getting back at that motherfucker :)

all in all goemon is hands down the most likely to leave you the hell alone, exclusively interacting with you from a safe, yet not rude, distance. he only ever gets touchy on very, very specific occasions with people he knows very, very well, so unless you are literally inches away from getting cartoonishly crushed by a piano two feet in front of him, he’s not going to just be grabbing you

zenigata:

it depends very much on the mood you catch him in. if he’s just like, doing whatever, having lunch or something, and he accidentally bumps into you, he’ll apologize and step away. if he thinks you know even a fraction of information about lupin however,

it’s the same kind of slidey scale with his comfort on having HIS space invaded too. it’s more a matter of weird pride that he gets kind of stiff and grouchy when certain people get up in his space and start touching him, but again, if it's just some polite stranger unrelated to anything that just taps on his shoulder and leans into his space trying to ask for directions or whatever, he’s not that bothered

the main takeaway here is that upon a casual meeting, he might not immediately, actively grab you by the shoulders so hard that your spine pops twice and get so close to you that the brim of his hat is touching your hair, but the chances are never, and in fact FAR from, 0!!

[mingos]

hello, it me. this isn't just a check-in this time (hopefully). well, right now it is, but i'm peeking in my drafts for the first time in a little bit tonight so hopefully i can post actual content tomorrow.

in case you missed the note i wrote before about where i've been, here’s an abridged version in as light as possible terms:

terrible, no good, very bad fight with family member

(i thought i was gonna 🪦 i’m being so serious)

✨ severe mental breakdown(s) ✨ (developed a severe fear of people)

lived out of hotels for 3 weeks with my dog

eventually crashed at another family member's house

more fighting with family member #1 over the phone

i feel responsible for this person's safety but also refused to go back until they agreed to start seeking help again so we 'negotiated' for another two weeks.

also i attended my twin's wedding somewhere in there.

i know i'm not obligated to explain things on here (and, like i said last time, it's nerve-wracking when i do because i was once held responsible for the emotions of someone else because they were upset i was upset - so now i just feel like it would be preferable for people if i keep my emotions to myself and if i don't bad things will happen)

but. i needed some context to show how bad my mental state has been - specifically the fear of people thing? i'm still kind of dealing with that. i don't know how to explain it because i'm also lonely & would theoretically like to talk to friends so i can remedy that - but i think my brain is broken? i straight up just think i got emotional whiplash'd so hard by that "terrible, no good, very bad" fight that my brain is just... a cracked egg.

i screwed myself over by ending another hiatus to spend my birthday on here. like i mentioned, the birthday the year before was the worst i’ve ever had - anything would have been an improvement, so i just wanted to distract myself with my one safe outlet for socializing.

but it was so nice, and i was so happy (i got more birthday wishes than i've gotten in years, i got a physical gift sent to me when i don't even know the last time a friend got me a gift) that now it genuinely felt like the universe was playing some kind of sick joke on me? one day, i receive enough love & affection for my dumb abuse survivor brain to do a 180 & start thinking “hey, i do deserve to be loved like everyone else” only to be hit with an immediate “no you don’t” a week later so hard that the thought of speaking to another human being filled me with fight-or-flight levels of dread for weeks.

i have never felt like this. usually i don't talk when i'm upset because i don't wanna be a bother, or i don't have spoons - not because i'm scared. so i just wanna preface that, for the next little bit while i'm getting used to people again, in case i am in any way weird, or apologize a lot, or slow , or curt - or any of the 90000 off-putting things a person can do. i need to put this here because, just like the other note, the idea of explaining this in a one-on-one conversation with someone right now makes me want to jump through a windowpane. i don't know if it's a fear of being yelled at, or making someone uncomfortable, or making someone annoyed, or any way a conversation can go 'wrong' going wrong - but it's bad.

it is absolutely, 100% nothing personal. it is so not personal that, for the first 3 weeks, i was afraid to speak to the person i honestly consider to be my best friend in the rpc. we are so similar, we speak so much - & my brain still tricked me into being scared. i didn’t even approach him - he just kept messaging me until i worked up the courage like i was some squirrel he was coaxing out of hiding with a peanut.

anyway. uh. i'm still a bit unsure how stable my situation is with my family member - but there was a bit of a development that happened while i was bouncing around. my family member started dating apparently and got a partner - which is huge.

for me, i mean. my biggest anxiety and why i put up with this so much when things get dangerous is because no one else really checks in on them anymore and i feel really responsible for their safety as much as my own. lots of anxiety. lots of stress. sucks.

but now, for the first time in 2+ years, i get an actual break from that. for the past 2 weekends, they haven't even been here - they've been at this person's house, and i've had this house entirely to myself. i don't have to worry about a thing to do with them for 3+ days because someone else is doing it. incredible.

it's weird to say it feels like a victory because i didn't do anything and it has nothing to do with me, but after a month+ of what i've been dealing with i will take anything that takes a load off my mind and this is a huge one.

it gave me a much needed boost of energy, so i'm going to try to start queueing drafts again and getting back into my routine so i can hopefully start to feel normal too.

　　thank you for all your patience as always. even though i just admitted to being a very apprehensive & scared gremlin wilder and not chaos gremlin wilder, i do love & appreciate you all the same.

[pandenewie]

20 - Mama I’m in love with a criminal

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It’s funny how quickly rumours and gossip spread in a place like Be Lift High. And with high school relationships typically lasting 3 to 5 business days, it’s no surprise each week when there’s a hot new couple that’s got everyone's attention. Y/n’s not sure why they thought dating Jungwon would be any different.

“Omg, did you see they’re wearing his jacket?”

“They’ve worn it every day this week!”

“I would’ve never put them together, to be honest.”

“What do you mean? It’s like opposites attract.”

Y/n’s no stranger to stares and whispers in the halls, especially when the topic is what they’re wearing. Although this time is less about what they’re wearing and more about who it belongs to.

“Damn, I know Jungwon’s popular and all but I didn’t think people were this interested in his love life.” Hikaru scoffs, tightening her grip on Y/n’s arm as the two walk down the hallway. She would be lying if she said the stares weren’t mildly uncomfortable. “I don’t even know how people found out.” Y/n mumbles. “I blame Riki.” Hikaru scoffs, any excuse to start an argument.

“What did I do?” A voice asks, causing the two friends to turn towards the sound. Expecting to see Niki’s annoying face, they’re surprised to see an unfamiliar blonde instead.

“They weren’t talking about you, idiot.” The girl next to him, who Y/n immediately recognises to be Wonyoung, rolls her eyes. “Sorry, I just heard the name Ricky and assumed it was me.” He laughs. “That’s not even your real name.” Wonyoung mumbles before turning to smile at Y/n.

“Anyway, rumours going around say you and Jungwon are official?” She asks hopefully. Y/n feels their cheeks heat up slightly at all the attention. “I mean… yeah?” They reply sheepishly, causing Wonyoung to squeal in excitement. “That’s so cute! It took him long enough.” She exclaims, shaking the blonde (who is apparently Ricky) a few times for added effect.

“I didn’t know you guys were friends with Jungwon.” Hikaru says, curiously. “Of course we are… we’re on the council together.” Ricky clarifies, with an enthusiastic nod from Wonyoung to back him up. “That makes sense! I honestly couldn’t tell you who’s on the council this year.” Hikaru says, not caring if she upsets their feelings.

“I get that. I’ve been pretty slack as vice president since I was away for most of this semester. And Ricky hasn’t done the best as a fill-in.” She snides, elbowing the boy in the side. “Hey! I told you to pick Youngeun instead of me!” “She’s already the treasurer! You can’t expect her to do everything.” “But Jungwon can?” “You know Jungwon’s different.”

As the two start to bicker back and forth, it suddenly becomes very apparent why Jungwon is the only council member getting things done. President or not, he’s certainly the one who takes his role more seriously.

A sudden weight on Y/n’s shoulder causes them to turn their attention away from the Wonyoung vs Ricky argument and towards the sudden presence on their other side. Y/n’s eyes meet with Jungwon’s as he sends them a dimpled smile, using the arm around their shoulder to gently pull them into a side hug.

“What’s going on here?” He asks, ending the argument with just a few simple words. Everyone turns their attention towards Jungwon, now aware of his presence. “Oh, hi Jungwon.” Wonyoung waves, pulling her arms away from their position around Ricky’s neck (she wasn’t going to actually choke him, she swears.) “Sup Prez.” Ricky coughs slightly, raising his eyebrows towards Jungwon.

“We were just asking Y/n about your relationship since you’re keeping all the juicy details to yourself.” Wonyoung teases, causing Jungwon to laugh slightly. “Well not to burst your bubble, but I doubt you’ll get anything out of Y/n.” He says, squeezing their shoulders slightly as if to emphasise the point.

“Now Hikaru, do you mind if I steal Y/n for a bit? I promise you’ll get them back by lunch.” Jungwon asks, causing Hikaru to scoff. “Oh please take them for as long as you need. No returns.” She says, removing her arm from Y/n’s and pushing them towards Jungwon. “My heart.” Y/n fake cries. “Go hang out with your boyfriend, I’m gonna find Hiyyih and Eunchae.” Hikaru winks, waving goodbye. Wonyoung and Ricky decide to leave as well, mumbling something about continuing their argument away from the president.

“Are those two always so…” “Yeah.” Jungwon sighs, already knowing what Y/n was going to say. “They’re kinda like Hikaru and Niki. Pretend to hate each other and yet for some reason, they’re always hanging out.” He continues, causing Y/n to laugh slightly. “We’ve still got a bit of time before class starts. Let’s go somewhere where people are less nosy.” Jungwon says, causing Y/n to just nod and follow along. They’re not used to Jungwon being so confident and assertive, especially around them, where he’s usually awkward and shy. This new side of him is certainly one they could get used to.

The pair soon find themselves in the library, their go-to spot now that the toilets are being renovated. Once safely inside and out of view of teachers, Jungwon leans against one of the bookshelves, careful not to knock anything over. Y/n quickly slips off Jungwon’s jacket, revealing their outfit for the day.

“You’re kidding.” Jungwon laughs, attempting to hide his pinkening cheeks behind his hands. Y/n giggles slightly at his reaction, moving to stand between his legs before carefully removing his hands from his face. “What’s wrong? You don’t like my outfit?” They ask, trying to stop the smile from spreading across their face at Jungwon’s nervous expression. “I don’t think it counts as a shirt if you can see through it.” He mumbles, releasing one hand from Y/n’s grip to gently pull on the sheer top. “I have a singlet on.” Y/n defends. Jungwon rolls his eyes at this, knowing Y/n’s just arguing for the sake of it.

“It’s cute.” He mumbles, wrapping his arms around Y/n’s waist and pulling them further into his chest. “You’re cute.” Y/n retaliates, a sense of pride washing through their body at the sight of Jungwon’s cheeks visibly burning up. Y/n bites their lip to stop their smile from growing further as Jungwon buries his head in the crook of their neck. “What happened to the confident Jungwon with Wonyoung and Ricky, huh?” Y/n asks, gently running their fingers through his hair. “You make me nervous.” Jungwon mumbles. “That’s a shame.” Y/n sighs. “President Jungwon’s pretty hot.”

Y/n’s words cause Jungwon to let out a groan as he attempts to hide even further into their neck. “You’re gonna kill me.” He mumbles against the skin, making sure to sneak a quick kiss that he hopes isn’t noticeable. It is. But Y/n doesn’t bother to point it out, since Jungwon is practically melting at this point.

Y/n’s eyes flicker to the clock that hangs on the far wall of the library, signalling that class will start in a few minutes. “I don’t wanna go to class.” They sigh, tightening their arms around Jungwon’s neck. “Skipping is bad.” Jungwon murmurs, despite making no move to get to class either. “You know we could just stay here…” Y/n trails off, pressing a kiss against the crown of Jungwon’s head. The sudden affection causes him to pop out of his hiding place, eyeing Y/n suspiciously.

“Tempting…” He says, his eyes falling to Y/n’s lips. “But we can’t.” He continues, standing up straight and pulling almost completely away from Y/n - expect his hands, which stay resting gently against their waist. The distance doesn’t last long, however, as Y/n quickly pulls Jungwon back into their personal bubble. “You’re no fun.” Y/n pouts, reaching up to run their fingers through his hair.

“Not sure what your idea of fun is.” Jungwon sighs, closing his eyes slightly at the relaxing touch of Y/n’s fingers. A surprise tug at his strands causes Jungwon to yelp, opening his eyes to look down at Y/n. They’re a lot closer than they were a second ago and Jungwon lets out another sigh at the realisation that his first escape attempt came up unsuccessful. “This is fun, isn’t it?” Y/n asks, leaning forward to press a quick peck against Jungwon’s lips. So quick, that he barely even registered the contact until it was too late.

The bell rings for the start of class, but neither Y/n nor Jungwon move an inch. "You're gonna be late~" Y/n teases in a sing-song voice, giving Jungwon another quick peck. "So are you~" Jungwon mimics, repeating the same action.

It's a standoff at this point, who can get the other to give in first? Y/n knows the likelihood of them winning this is high - considering the fact that Jungwon will do just about anything they tell him to.

They're about to lean forward to press another kiss against his lips when a sudden gasp causes them to freeze.

"Y/n, what are you doing? You're supposed to be in class!"

Both students turn to see the school librarian looking at them disappointed. Y/n chooses to ignore the blatant favouritism and reluctantly pulls away from Jungwon. "Sorry ma'am, I was about to go." They reply, slipping Jungwon's jacket back over their shoulders. "Well hurry along, you're probably holding poor Jungwon up. He has so much work to do, that boy."

Y/n rolls their eyes at the double standards before turning their attention back to Jungwon. "I'll text you later." They say, subtly squeezing his hand before allowing the librarian to walk them out.

Jungwon sighs before the realisation hits that he should be in class, too. His eyes widen as he quickly slings his bag over his shoulder, pulling out his phone to double-check that he’s not too red before rushing out of the library.

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[cheezyharu]

responding to this

i don’t need to go on anon to be nosy about you. all of them, go (unless you’re uncomfortable with any, of course)

UH.

FUCK IT. SURE. ALL OF THEM IS UNDER CUT.

This is. Stupidly long lmao...

0: Height

1m66, around 5'4"?

1: Age

Approaching 17

2: Shoe size

Uh. 39 to 40 by Vietnamese standards. It's like... 8 in US size?

3: Do you smoke?

No.

4: Do you drink?

No, I think beer and wine sucks anyways...

5: Do you take drugs?

Outside of medical reasons, no.

6: Age you get mistaken for

Idk, I think occasionally the freshmen in my club mistook me for being in sophomore year?

7: Have tattoos?

Too big of a pussy to try that, and also I don't think I'm allowed to anyways.

8: Want any tattoos?

... I could get some sort of symbol (maybe I could design it myself) on top of my hand...

9: Got any piercings?

Too big of a pussy to try that.

10: Want any piercings?

Noooo thank you.

11: Best friend?

You @skyward-current, mst, the 4 guys(TM)...

12: Relationship status

Single, and would be happy to stay like that for a while...

13: Biggest turn ons

Like... when you yap about what you like and... the other person is just listening in. They're not annoyed or anything, just... listening. There's a certain sense of reassurance that came with it, I suppose.

14: Biggest turn offs

Those people that like... when they don't get what they want and they get physical with it... Like just, forcefully drag you to whatever they want or just... hit you or whatever.

15: Favorite movie

The last time I enjoyed an entire movie is... The Mitchells VS the Machines, I think?

16: I’ll love you if…

I don't know.

17: Someone you miss

My grandma.

18: Most traumatic experience

... Yeah we don't talk about my first bf... it's not like I remember much of those 4-ish years...

19: A fact about your personality

Uh. Idk about this one actually

20: What I hate most about myself

...

21: What I love most about myself

...... I don't know.

22: What I want to be when I get older

An artist... still wanted to be like that.

23: My relationship with my sibling(s)

Pretty nice, conflicts happen, but rarely, most times we're just fucking around and being silly with each other.

24: My relationship with my parent(s)

Good enough, I'd say.

25: My idea of a perfect date

No idea, go to the arcade and play rhythm games together I'm fine just sitting next to eachother and do fuck whatever

26: My biggest pet peeves

Strangers/people I don't know that well/someone I hate touching me, I suppose

27: A description of the girl/boy I like

In real life? Yeah there's no one atm :V

28: A description of the person I dislike the most

I can't remember, he has freckles... and really short, I think.

29: A reason I’ve lied to a friend

I don't want to talk about it, though usually I like to keep myself as transparent as I can.

30: What I hate the most about work/school

Pop quizzes, no one likes that c'mon.

31: What my last text message says

-ye

32: What words upset me the most

Silence... like the "I'm dissapointed in you" kind.

33: What words make me feel the best about myself

I really like it when my art teacher say "Good job!" like there's a therapeutic feeling having a 50-ish Filipino man enthusiastically say "GOOD JOOOOB." to you, COMMON TESLA YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT-

34: What I find attractive in women

No idea, honestly...

35: What I find attractive in men

NO IDEA, HONESTLY

36: Where I would like to live

... Honestly, Idk, I'd be fine just... living in Vietnam, but I also wanna try living elsewhere as well...

37: One of my insecurities

My own body, I guess? Got fat shamed when I was like. 11, and I still feel a bit discontent looking at myself in the mirror

38: My childhood career choice

Artist... lol

39: My favorite ice cream flavor

CHOCOLATEEEEEEE

40: Who I wish I could be

41: Where I want to be right now

Initially I wanted to go to the arcade to play Chunithm and Maimai, but then period hit me in the ass so...

42: The last thing I ate

Pizza.

43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately

Uh.

Um.

Jade from Honkai Star Rail? I just watched the newest trailer so...

44: A random fact about anything

Technically speaking I think I'm a miracle child? Apparently my mom nearly ran out of water (it's called Oligohydramnios?) while she was pregnant with me, and I nearly died because of it but then didn't... Yeah combine with the fact that I'm the youngest, I'm starting to see why they treated me like the golden child :V

[charmanderxerneas]

I wish trans people would stop making egg jokes about people other than themselves or people they have permission from. It’s fuckin annoying to assume “Oh this cis person is secretly trans they just don’t know it yet haha” “oh this cis person only hangs out with trans people or is doing something outside of the gender norm? 👀🥚…” fucking stop it.

If someone says they’re cis, they’re cis. Full stop. Just like if someone says they’re trans, they’re trans and you shouldn’t fucking question it further. You don’t know someone else’s gender identity better than they know themselves and it’s arrogant to think otherwise. We should be trying to break down gender norms and allow people to explore gender more freely, even cis people. If a cis guy wants to participate in things that the patriarchy has tried to make only for girls (like painting nails or wearing dresses) it doesn’t mean he’s trans, it means he’s wearing whatever he wants and we shouldn’t be trying to gender shit like that anyways. You don’t want people challenging you on your gender identity- why would you do that to a cis person even as a joke?

It’s just annoying. I’ve seen discourse lately were trans people get So Upset about being told “Don’t make egg jokes about people who say theyre cis, its direspectful” and genuinely have seen dumbass takes like “thats transphobic of you to say. dont compare egg jokes to something as bad as a trans person’s identity being questioned.” I am a fucking trans person and I am telling you that those jokes are not okay unless you have the person’s permission. You ARE questioning a cis person’s gender identity in spite of what they say, which is almost as bad as questioning a trans person’s identity in spite of what they say. Give people some fucking respect. Or ive seen people claim that’s close to “implying trans people are evilly trying to convert others” thats not what i’m saying, please don’t fuckin strawman my argument. There are people who believe that and thats bad but there’s a difference between actually pressuring someone’s gender identity and making jokes. I don’t think theres any mal intent with jokes but like. IMO You shouldnt be questioning peoples identity even as a joke.

It doesn’t matter if the person does later end up being trans or not. What matters is giving them the respect in the moment. Before I figured out I was trans, if people made egg jokes about me it would have been slightly uncomfortable even if true because my relationship to gender is complicated and people pointing fingers going “lol trans” and trying to jokingly assign your gender to you is. Bad. It would have just made me more confused.

In my opinion the only time egg jokes are okay is: 1) If you are talking about yourself and reflecting upon your own experiences (I think it’s perfectly fine to look back on past stuff and go Lol How Did I Not Realize Sooner?) or 2) If you’re talking about someone else’s experiences, just make sure they’re okay with you joking about that. Just ask. its that simple.

If you’re doing it out of genuinely thinking someone is trans: I wouldn’t present it as a joke because you’re trying to be serious but also I would not suggest that to them unless they outright ask you for advice because again: You don’t know someone else’s identity better than they know themselves. It just isn’t your place

[science-lings]

That people send hate over op Wild is beyond absurd and completely inappropriate. Tho I will admit it has caused me some frustration in the past. See it’s not when Wild is op that I feel irritated, it’s when Wild is op only because the rest of the cast has been massively nerfed and had all their braincells stolen that I personally get annoyed and click away.

It’s not that Wild shouldn’t be op, he clearly should be, it’s just that he should be a top tier op badass on a whole team of goddess blessed op badasses.

Wild is awesome! There is no reason everyone else needs to be torn down so he can shine. He doesn’t need 8 clever experienced heroes to suddenly become incompetent toddlers who need him to show them which end of a sword to grab to be amazing. I just don’t understand the appeal of any Link being the only Link capable of tying their own boots without assistance.

Bleh I forgot where I was going with this. Oh right answering your question. If your goal is to upset people then it’s not a matter of how great you make your fave it’s more a matter of how many dumps you take on their faves by proxie in the process. Death threats however remain absolutely unacceptable under any circumstances.

Full disclosure not a Wild hater. Sky is my favorite because I somehow I always fall for the nicest of the background characters. For me Wild comes in 4th place after Hyrule and Legend.

Thankfully this won't be an issue as the fic takes place pre-LU, the characters I have to balance with Wild are mostly Zelda and the champions (and pre-calamity Link), and most of the ways that Wild is being op is stuff that is kind of reasonable, though a lot of it is my own personal interpretation.

Anyway, literally no other Link gets the hate that Wild does, and it's made me extremely hesitant to join LU-only spaces because I know how people feel about him. I put a lot of emotional energy into this guy and always feel kind of terrible when people are mean to him. I get if he's not someone's favorite or if they're sick of seeing a lot of content with him when their faves don't get as much attention, but this negative attitude about him makes it super uncomfortable for people who really like him. I've seen so many Wild stans be afraid to write about him or post about him because of how they might be received in the fandom and that is NOT OKAY.

This should be a fun piece of media to add to and interact with and not something that people should feel afraid of contributing to.

I'm sorry for the rant, thanks for sending me this, I really appreciate an in-depth response lol.

[pollencoveredman]

green is the colour (but don’t it fade fast?)

eleven p.m., on a saturday. 

dee sits at her desk, head in her hands as she racks her brain, trying to squeeze out anything she can remember about this trigonometry bullshit. it’s not a particularly difficult topic, per sé, but she’d slept through most of the last lesson and copied her answers off the girl next to her, whose name she could never seem to remember.

she taps her pen on her desk, in time with stacey q’s two of hearts blaring from her cheap CD player. it’s not really her favourite, but she’ll play it while she can while dennis is out, before he inevitably “borrows” it from her for god knows how long.

her train of thought is interrupted by a knock at her bedroom door, and she’s a little grateful, because she’s not getting anywhere with her stupid homework and needs an excuse to take a break.

“come in, mom,” she calls, trying to look busy. 

the door creaks open, and dee does a double take when she sees her brother standing in the doorway.

“hey,” she says incredulously. “i thought you were staying at maureen’s tonight.”

dennis opens his mouth to speak, but dee cuts him off before he can get anything out.

“anyways, do you know how to do this trig shit?” she asks as he takes a seat on the edge of her bed. “i kind of didn’t pay attention in class the other week and i’m, like, totally lost, and—”

“she dumped me.”

dee blinks slowly. “what?”

“maureen; she— she broke up with me.” it’s only now that dee takes a good look at him and notices how red his nose and eyes are, the dried mascara streaked down his cheeks.

“again? what is that, the fourth time, now?” she sets her things down on her desk and pauses the music, moving over to the bed to sit with dennis as he rubs at his eyes. “god, you guys are so on-and-off, it’s so annoying. i can’t keep up; you should just move on already.”

dennis stays silent, but the way his face crumples up and the shakiness of his breath tells dee a lot more than whatever mess of words is inside his head.

“oh, hey, come on,” she says softly, as hot tears start streaming down her brother’s face. “it’s alright. you didn’t even like her that much, right? i thought you were just dating her to make mom happy.”

dennis nods, trying to catch his breath. “i was, but…” he sniffles, running a finger under his nose. “she broke up with me. if it was the other way around, then it’d be different.”

dee raises an eyebrow. she’s not sure whether she can keep up with the drama in her brother’s romantic life, and she’s not sure if she really cares, but she knows this whole mess is her mom’s fault. as if she needs another reason to despise her. they’re only sixteen, and dee already knows her mother has royally fucked up both of them for good.

“so…” she starts, trying to be careful with her words. “if you’d broken up with her instead, you wouldn’t be so upset?”

“i don’t know, dee, i just… i thought she really liked me.” dennis mutters in between sobs. “she said i was handsome, and— and she always said hi to me in the hallways, and… i don’t know. i guess i just want everyone to think i’m cool, or good-looking, or whatever. even if it’s people i don’t really like.”

dee nods. “yeah, i get it.” she doesn’t really, but he’s upset and she just wants to help.

“i just don’t know why she would be the one to break it off.” dennis sighs heavily, shifting around restlessly on the duvet.

dee frowns, picking up the tissue box from her nightstand and setting it down next to dennis. “did she tell you why?”

he shakes his head, plucking out a handful to gently dab at his nose and eyes. “wasn’t really listening. something about how she doesn’t like those quote-on-quote ‘losers’ i hang out with, i don’t know.”

there’s a beat of uncomfortable semi-silence, as dennis sniffles pathetically into his wad of tissues while dee fidgets with her necklace.

“sorry if i’m being annoying,” dennis blurts out suddenly. “i would’ve talked to mom about this, but she’s, like, out cold on the couch. wine all over the floor and everything.”

“hey, no, it’s totally fine,” dee assures him. “i doubt she would’ve been that helpful anyways.”

dennis nods slowly. “yeah. probably just, i don’t know, say it’s ‘cause i’m not good enough anymore or something. she keeps telling me i’m growing out of my looks.”

“bitch,” dee hisses. she’s mad. she’s mad that their mother would say these kind of things to her own son, that she treats them both so badly in such different ways. and of course their dad couldn’t give a shit. he’s never around; only cares about making money and banging chicks, something their mom’s fully aware of. not that she cares — that’d be hypocritical.

she wishes her parents loved each other. other times, she wishes they were both dead.

it’s something their little group is built around. mac’s mom barely pays attention to him, and dee’s pretty sure his dad’s a criminal. charlie doesn’t even know his dad, and his mom has a new guy over every other day of the week, though he seems to be oblivious to the implications of such a thing. sometimes she wishes she was as painfully ignorant as he was; so unbelievably childish and carefree.

she snaps out of her haze as she glances over at dennis, face flushed and breath uneven. dee hasn’t seen him cry like this in years.

“you want a hug?”

dennis nods, curling into her side as she wraps an arm tight around his waist. he’s always been weird about physical touch, especially these last two or so years, but he appreciates moments like these; when he knows he’s safe. 

“thank you,” he chokes out, voice wavering and barely a whisper as tears spill onto dee’s shirt.

“you’re gonna be okay, den,” she whispers, massaging little circles into his hand, the way he always does to himself when he needs to calm down. 

it’s something she’s always noticed about him, even when he hardly even realises he’s doing it. he does it a lot whenever they pass the school library, or even just at a brief mention of ms klinsky’s name. she never brings it up, though. he’s fragile about that type of thing.

“deep breaths, alright? you’re gonna make yourself sick.”

dennis nods, trying to follow her suggestion, pulling away to recollect himself. dee keeps a loose grip on his hand all the while, frowning slightly at how shaky he is.

“hey, why don’t you lay down?” she asks gently. “i’m gonna go grab you something. i’ll be really quick, promise.”

he does so wordlessly, curling up into the fetal position and picking at a loose thread on the duvet. he brushes off the tissues littering the bed into the little trash can on the side — even if he’s sad, that’s no excuse to leave a mess.

dee comes back after a minute, dennis’s stuffed elephant in her hands. she sits down next to him, presenting it to him with a grin.

“mr. tibbs!” he sits up a little, propping himself up on his elbow, a smile spreading across his face. he holds it tightly in his arms, rubbing his cheek against the soft fabric. dee can’t help but feel a little proud of herself. she knows how much dennis loves that thing, how many sick days it’s gotten him through, how many nights it’s spent cradled in his arms as he cried himself to sleep.

“feeling better now?” she whispers, as she moves her pens and papers over to the bed.

“yeah,” dennis mumbles. “you’re a good sister.”

dee smiles and squeezes his hand, distantly noting how much calmer he seems now. “i’m a great big sister.”

“hey, that’s not fair,” he whines. “you’re, like, fifteen minutes older.”

“whatever.”

“it’s cosine, by the way. not tangent.” dennis says, gesturing to dee’s notebook. he’s met with a raised eyebrow and a confused half-smirk. “on your homework, question six. you’re using the wrong ratio; that’s why your calculator’s acting all weird.”

dee snorts. “okay, nerd.”

“just trying to help my big sister,” he says through a yawn, stretching out his arms behind him. “can i sleep in here tonight?”

“yeah, go for it,” she mutters, not looking away from her homework. normally, she’d object, but he’s had a rough night, and as much as she hates to admit it, she really does like looking after him like this.

she’s the best older-by-fifteen-minutes sister ever.

[daemonwritesstuff]

Hello! Can I request a matchup for Bungo Stray Dogs, My Hero Academia or Bleach? Also, as I'm 18+ can they please be an adult? Lol. My mbti is ENTP. I studied neuroscience and enjoy all things chemistry and biology. I love watching horror movies and gory games. I speak English, Japanese, and the tiniest bit of French. I love animals, but I can set that aside when I need to conduct procedures in a research lab. I'm fairly polite to people I don't know, but I'm sarcastic and a clown if I'm close to someone. I make a lot of puns generally. I don't think of myself as a kind person and I think that humanity is awful, but I think it is also our ability to choose to do so that makes us human, so I would never want to take that choice away. I like to have deep theoretical conversations but I always end up making jokes when the air gets too tense. I'm not sure what else there is to say about me. Im pretty up-front if I like someone, but I don't like talking about my feelings. Strong displays of emotion make me really uncomfortable, but I'm okay with PDA since I think it is something separate from the actual emotion. I also don't have very strong emotions, myself, so it is difficult for me to understand when people get upset most of the time. Lol. Hope this is enough info! Thanks for taking the time to read it and I'm sorry if there is anything that makes you uncomfortable. Please feel free to disregard this request if it causes discomfort. Have a good one!

A/N: Hi there! Thank you so much for your patience, i had some personal issues but it’s all good now, im sorry if this seems short too—! But I hope you enjoy this (: anyways, commençons ça !

Now, for your BSD Matchup, you seem to go best with…

Chūya Nakahara!

Honestly, this was a little hard for me to choose, but I felt like Chuuya might’ve been a better match for you here!

As a hotheaded person he is he doesn’t seem to be that way with you, he’s more relaxed and at ease whenever he’s with you, he’s not sure why but it just seems so! and you guys are always chatting with each other during work!

He also loves that your polite, your probably one of the first few people that doesn’t get him to lose his temper, he’s also fine with your sarcasm but you probably shouldn’t use it to much (usually when arguments happen between you both), but it usually cools down after a while.

He would also enjoy you taking about neuroscience and chemistry, it interests him to know how much you know a lot about science, hell, he even knows more about science thanks to you.

For your BNHA Matchup you seem to go with…

Keigo Takami!

Why’d I choose this handsome man for you? Because, he finds you very intelligent whenever your working as well, and with his carefree attitude he’d get along with you pretty well.

He loves having conversations with you whenever, he likes going to you, he doesn’t really know why but he just does when it’s you! He would definitely make sarcastic comments from your jokes and you both will be having a joke war.

He doesn’t mind PDA to much (in my opinion), he seems like a dude who would have his arm around your waist whenever he’s with you, he’d kiss you on the cheek in pubic, but in private he’s such a affectionate man oml.

I think y’all would watch horror movies as dates most of the time, it’s kinda crazy how he’s just sitting there through all the jump-scares in all the movies y’all watch.

Now, for your last matchup, from Bleach you’ll go good with…

Tōshirō Hitsugaya

Honestly, I feel like he’s perfect for you in bleach, he’s a very mature and serious man while your polite to people, you’d both click a little sooner.

He would get a bit annoyed when your acting to much like a clown around him with other people, BUT it doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy you making jokes and puns with him.

He also loves that your a up-front person, he will give you time to talk about your feelings if you don’t feel like talking about them, he’s such a gentleman for you.

He would probably bring some pets from outside, like bunnys and other cute stuff, he also finds you fascinating for knowing a lot about scientific topics, and really, he just loves you for you and you make him feel really loved.