#i kinda fell into project management and idk how

[wanderingsquirrelgirl]

everybody keeps emailing me and asking questions and expecting me to solve their problems and make decisions for them.

i mean yes, i'm the project manager for their projects. yes, they're doing exactly what they're supposed to do, because yes this is my exact job.

but damn. do i gotta? i dont wanna. somebody tell them im not available.

[https-lvesick]

♡ ⭑.ᐟ 엔시티 드림 . . "merry christmas, loverboy!"

scenario . . ♡ you’ve been bragging about your christmas gift for the whole month and, even though your boyfriend had been arguing you couldn’t beat his gift for you, he was curious, after all, you were talking too much. he didn’t expect you to tell the truth. it’s the first christmas eve you’ve spent alone since you started dating, a few months ago, so you decided to prepare something memorable. he found you lying on the bed, completely naked, well, not completely since you had a big red ribbon around your breasts, offering yourself as the special gift.

content . . 𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!dream x fem!reader, first time as a couple! [mk] protected sex, praising, squirting, kinda rough sex, mark is lowkey a beast ♡ [rj] protected sex (in my mind), praising, breast play, renjun is a whiny sub ♡ [jn] unprotected sex, virgin!reader, big dick!jeno, power play, cervix fucking, creampie, jeno it’s too good for this world ♡ [hc] fingering, messy sex, mention of squirting, mirror sex, haechan is a bit of a perv and kinda mean (but wbk) ♡ [jm] fingering, cunnilingus, praising, jaemin is a softie and… kinda pussydrunk ♡ [cl] unprotected sex, implied breeding kink, mentions of children (as next christmas’ gift), GIVE THIS MAN A KID Y’ALL, chenle is completely obsessed ♡ [js] unprotected sex, creampie, clothed blowjob (?), slight size kink, jisung is needy

lola's notes .: oh, haii >.< i’m kinda back yippie! i’ve been facing terrible writer’s block that is eating me alive and i’ve been kinda… depressed bc writing is literally my favourite thing to do, (stardew valley, close your eyes) so it’s being hard for me… anyways, dropping this hc (which i didn’t know i could write on time) so you can enjoy it while i’m away! also, i’m closing requests for now :( i have like 8 in line and, as i said, i can’t write now, but i’ll do it as soon as possible. i have some other projects to do, so idk when i’ll open it again… well, that’s it, enjoy your holidays, my adorable “lola lovers” (you’ve been named by @lyvhie btw) and merry christmas! love y’all <3 (and wtf are these content warnings 😭😭)

Mark

as soon as he stepped into the bedroom, his mouth fell open. he opened and closed it several times while you giggled, watching your boyfriend freeze in the doorframe. he didn't know how to react. though he wanted to touch you, his mind wouldn't let him — not until you gave verbal permission, even though you were literally offering yourself to him. mark stood there smiling awkwardly, trying to hide his obvious arousal. but when you walked toward him, touching his arms and whispering sweet words, he melted. you peppered his face with kisses, running your hands over his body just as you'd imagined.

you gripped the bedsheets so tightly you thought they might tear. you knew your boyfriend had strong hips — he was a dancer, after all — but you hadn't imagined they were this powerful. mark had your face down, hips raised, completely lost in pleasure. he barely let you catch your breath between positions. you'd already reached one orgasm, and he was driving you toward another.

"fu-fuck, baby, slow down..." you murmured, feeling another climax building. you were already weak, but mark kept going round after round like he couldn't stop himself. his skills were undeniable as his hips snapped against yours in sharp, quick thrusts, hitting all the right spots inside you. your eyes rolled back as you drooled, completely undone, but he loved seeing you like this — pleasure-drunk and utterly satisfied.

"c-can't..." he gasped, sucking in a breath when you clenched around him. "been waiting for you my whole life. i can't stop, baby, i'm sorry." his voice was weak, matching his expression. mark truly couldn't control himself, his body moving on its own. "so pretty, baby... so pretty..." he murmured, gripping your flesh. you managed a faint smile at his praise.

one hand maintained its tight grip on your ass while the other traced down your spine, his touch ghosting over your skin before grabbing your hair and pulling you to him. his lips pressed soft kisses and bites to your shoulder as you reached back to hook your arm around his neck. mark buried his face in your neck, whimpering as he picked up his pace once again.

when your fourth orgasm hit, your breath caught, and suddenly you felt something warm and liquid beneath you.

"did you just... squirt?" mark asked, staring in awe with a goofy smile. "shit, this was so fucking hot." he kept talking, but you couldn't process his words, too exhausted to focus. he removed the full condom, disposing of it in the bathroom before returning to you. "let me clean this mess so we can enjoy a romantic christmas eve." he chuckled at your incoherent mumbling.

Renjun

he wasn't proud of his previous actions, but he had glimpsed you naked once or twice... It was an accident — or maybe he had peeked while you were changing. but seeing you fully naked for him now was simply mind-blowing. though he had a mental list of everything he wanted to do with you when the time finally came, he couldn't move. he was too stunned. when your smile began turning into a worried frown, he snapped out of it, walking toward you to cup your face and kiss you passionately.

jun had always shown you his strong and confident side. you never needed to worry — he was there, your super-boyfriend, ready to handle all your concerns. even though he looked small and fragile, he never let that affect your perception of him.

having him underneath you was heavenly. his big round eyes looked at you — especially your breasts bouncing right in his face — like you were the most precious thing in the world. whines escaped his plump lips whenever you rode him too fast or clenched too hard around him. it was all overwhelmingly satisfying and delicious; you wouldn’t want it any other way. turns out his gift was indeed better than yours.

he played with your breasts, squeezing the flesh, pinching and twisting your nipples, even licking his lips, eager to taste them. so you ended his torture. you bent closer and smiled gently at him. "go ahead, love." as soon as the words left your mouth, he took you in. renjun hollowed his cheeks, suckling your nipple, twirling his tongue around the mound, making you gasp when he nibbled it.

your hips rolled lazily on top of his, but his teasing made you pick up your pace. you placed your hands on either side of his head for support and soon you were riding him exactly how you wanted. you lifted your hips until just his tip remained inside, then slammed back down. renjun's whines were muffled by the flesh in his mouth, his eyes rolling back. a heavenly sight.

"jun... baby... i'm—fuck—close..." you whispered, biting your lower lip. he nodded vigorously, gripping your hips, thrusting back into you at a desperate pace until you were the one rolling your eyes back.

as you reached your high, you nestled your face in his neck, breathing heavily, still clenching around him, still hearing his whines. minutes later, his arms caged you as he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder and whispered sweetly in your ear, "merry christmas, my love."

Jeno

he wasn’t surprised to see you like this — offered to him so openly. he’d seen you like this once before, back when you tried to seduce him for the first time. back then, he’d gently rejected you, saying it was too soon. he wanted you to be certain, especially since it was your first time. but now, as you lay before him, beautifully confident and presenting yourself to him on christmas eve, he couldn’t resist. not this time. you looked so sure, so ready to give him everything.

a soft gasp escaped your lips, a sound that sent a jolt straight to his core. jeno was slowly sheathing himself into you, mindful of every inch, giving you time to adjust to his size. your hands clawed at his back, drawing a hiss from him, though the sting was nothing compared to the intoxicating grip your pussy had on him.

“is it okay?” he asked, his voice gentle as he kissed your face. “i can stop if it’s too much.” he nuzzled his nose against your neck, breathing in your scent. “love, if it hurts too much, we can try another day.”

“jeno, babe, please, shut the fuck up.” you replied, eyes squeezed shut. “it is hurting a bit, but that’s fine. i mean, have you seen your size?” he chuckled softly, continuing to pepper your face with kisses, hoping they’d ease the discomfort. “just… move slowly, yeah?” you added, and he nodded, doing exactly as you asked.

his thrusts were slow and deliberate, each movement filled with care. jeno wanted this moment to be perfect for you, something you’d remember with a smile — or maybe something that would leave you aching for him whenever the memory crossed your mind. he wanted to mark you, to make sure no one else could ever compare. you were his.

when the initial pain faded, you urged him to move faster, to stop holding back. and he obeyed — because how could he ever deny his woman? his first move was to pin your wrists above your head, holding you firmly but tenderly in place. he loved the marks your nails left on him, but right now, he wanted to see you fully. vulnerable. exposed. his.

the shift in pace was overwhelming. he fucked you with a fervour you hadn’t expected, every thrust hitting deep, brushing against spots inside you that made your mind go blank. you were soaking, your wetness easing his way into you as his cock found its rhythm, pressing against your cervix over and over. the sensations left you moaning, eyes rolling back, utterly lost in him. jeno — usually so gentle and soft — was showing you a side of him you hadn’t known existed, and you loved every second of it.

when he finally came, filling you with his warmth, your body reacted instinctively. your toes curled, your back arched, and his name fell from your lips in a chant. he relished the sound, savouring every moan as if it were a symphony written just for him.

his chuckle broke the haze, followed by a cheeky question: “do we get more gifts on new year’s eve?” you frowned, opening your eyes to meet his gaze. there he was — your mesmerizing boyfriend, sweaty and glowing, with a grin that could light up the world. he traced his hands down your sides, leaning in close to whisper against your lips, “merry christmas…”

Haechan

you were already his goddess — his perfect little girlfriend whom he'd do anything for. he loved you more than himself and respected you like you were his owner (and you were), but he couldn't help wanting more. he wanted to touch your body and do even more things to you, and you knew that — haechan isn't exactly subtle about his thoughts or cravings. that's why you happily decided to give yourself as his gift. when he saw you naked, he moaned involuntarily, so genuine that you couldn't help but giggle. he tried to hide his growing boner, but it was useless, especially because you were smiling at him with that warm, sexy smile of yours that made him kneel immediately. he licked his lips and took off his shirt, ready to enjoy the best gift anyone could've given him in 24 years.

it was raw, messy, and definitely dirty. haechan was a perverted motherfucker with thousands of fantasies — you knew that — but having sex with him took things to another level.

he was always suggesting beach dates or pool days at his house because he wanted to see you in a swimsuit, or suggesting showering together — "jokingly," according to him— to save water. you caught his hints, obviously, and it just fueled you to tease him more. but now that he had the chance, he wouldn't let it go to waste.

he had you completely open for him, your legs spread — caged by his own — in front of the mirror. the sheets were drenched, as was his face, and you were already drooling, babbling something haechan couldn't care less about. he was too focused on your dripping core, which made obscene noises every time his palm connected with it. your grip was so tight on his thigh that your fingerprints marked his flesh.

"you didn't know what you were getting yourself into, baby..." he grinned, watching your dishevelled reflection. your eyes faltered for a moment, making you close them, and haechan stopped, making you whine. "nuh-uh, what did i say? keep your eyes on the fucking mirror and i keep going." he held your jaw, making you open your eyes and look at yourself. the shame had long since vanished, replaced by pure, raw pleasure and inhibition.

"but... it's too much, hyeok..." you whined, trying to catch his hand on your jaw, but it was futile. you could see his mocking grin.

"yeah? too much? then i should stop, huh? i don't wanna hurt my queen." as soon as the words left his lips, your eyes widened and a single tear rolled down your cheek in desperation. he'd been edging you for the past two hours, filling you with promises of making you feel good, satisfied, and giving you as many orgasms as you wanted — and he did, once. haechan made you squirt the first time and then... left you high and dry, begging for more. this wasn't how you'd imagined your christmas eve to be going.

"chan, please..." you whimpered, feeling his fingers circling your clit. "let me—cum..." you gulped before letting out a stream of pleas. when you felt his lips pressing softly against yours, you knew he'd finally let you release.

"now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" your moans grew louder when he inserted three fingers without warning, moving at a quick pace, curling inside you. "let it go, baby, give me another one. be a good girl and give me another one."

Jaemin

right, okay, you caught him. no handmade or expensive gift could beat yours. he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, admiring the stunning view before him. his smirk wouldn't fade as he walked toward you, ready to unwrap his gift. he wanted this to be the night of your life. fuck christmas at this point — you were his special event, and he would make it unforgettable.

"nana..." you whimpered, feeling your orgasm building. your boyfriend didn't hear, still devouring you like a starved man.

you'd been in this position for almost an hour now, lying in bed while Jaemin had his face buried between your thighs. before that, he'd explored your whole body with his hands, lips, and tongue. every inch of you had been kissed, licked, and nibbled. he made sure you felt special and loved — because you are.

"just one more, baby... i can't get enough of you..." he growled before diving in again. you gripped his hair, moaning loudly when he slipped two fingers inside you, fucking you while sucking on your clit.

jaemin wasn't even fully naked yet, still wearing his pants, having only removed his shirt because you'd begged. you needed to see him, to mark him. and there he was — your masterpiece, your gorgeous boyfriend covered in hickeys and love bites, just as he'd done to you. but you wanted more. you wanted to touch him, feel him, give him the same pleasure he was giving you — even more — but he wouldn't let you. not now. he was just too drunk in you to let you move.

just as he'd learned everything about you, he knew you were close — he'd seen the signs twice before — so he worked to overwhelm your senses. you came, releasing into his mouth once again, gripping his hair and chanting his name. he licked you clean before rising to hover over you, kissing your lips and letting you taste yourself.

"can my baby handle more?" he smirked. "i still have plenty of ideas to make this christmas eve unforgettable." he wiggled his eyebrows, making you laugh and playfully slap his arm. soon he crawled off the bed, stripping off his remaining clothes. you glanced at him, noticing a darker spot on his boxers. "yeah... i might have cum just from tasting you..." you scoffed. "what? you're absolutely fucking delicious, baby. how could i not when i had my face buried in fucking heaven?"

Chenle

fuck. you had just broken him. he’d lost count of how many wet dreams he’d had about you, how many nights he’d jerked off thinking about your scent, your taste. and god, he hated it. he had you. he didn’t need to fuck his fist like some desperate, virgin high schooler. but he couldn’t bring himself to rush you, couldn’t risk making you feel forced. so he waited. and now, this moment? it was everything. it didn’t take much for him to lose control, pouncing on you like a man starved.

from the very beginning — from the day you slapped his face — he knew you were it. his perfect girl. the one he’d love until the end of time, marry, have kids with, and spend forever building a life alongside. it was always you.

and now, having you like this — sprawled out on the bed, back arched, skin glistening with sweat, lips parted as the sweetest, most intoxicating sounds spilled from them — he felt like the luckiest man alive. he was making you his, satisfying you in every way a real man should — your man should.

your legs were wrapped tightly around his waist as he thrust into you with an almost desperate pace. yeah, chenle had imagined making slow, tender love to you, but his urgency wouldn’t allow it. he needed to feel you, to claim you, to pour everything he had into you.

“ch—chenle, fuck!” you gasped, fingers gripping the bedsheets for dear life. his cock was hitting every perfect spot inside you, and the pressure from his thumb on your clit was enough to drive you mad. why had you waited so long to let him have you like this?

“is it that good, baby?” his teasing voice only made you whine louder. he wasn’t even trying; it was almost unfair how effortlessly he could ruin you. you nodded breathlessly, and he leaned down, biting your lower lip before capturing your mouth in a searing kiss. your arms found their way around his neck, pulling him closer — as if he wasn’t already impossibly close. you were on the edge, desperate to fall over with him.

“don’t pull out, please…” you managed to whisper, your voice shaky as your release took over. your walls clenched around him, and you buried your face in his neck, biting down to muffle the intensity of your orgasm.

“not like i planned to,” he growled, his thrusts growing erratic. just a few more, and he spilled inside you, filling you to the brim as you’d begged him to. even then, he stayed, making sure he gave you everything he had.

“do you think we’ll be celebrating three months of our gift next christmas?” his cheeky tone earned him a playful slap on the back, and you shook your head, laughing softly.

“chenle, it’s too soon for that.” you brushed a hand through his damp hair, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. “but merry christmas, love.”

Jisung

boy would be shocked. he didn't even blink for a full minute. the only sign he was "alive" besides his breathing was his quickly growing tent. he didn't notice his body's reaction until you touched him. he whined softly, letting you take control and lead him however you wanted. but when he realized he could fully enjoy his gift, something snapped inside him.

you had been teasing him from the start — whispering sweet nothings in his ear, touching all his sensitive spots, guiding his large hands over your body to untie the ribbon around your chest. when you were fully exposed to him, his hands engulfed your breasts, squeezing them as he prepared to taste them, until you stopped him.

he whined, frowning as he watched you sink to your knees, running your hands along his thighs. "darling, what are you doing, let me—fuck..." the words died on his tongue when you wrapped your pretty lips around him through his boxers. it was the hottest sight he'd ever seen of you, and he was losing control.

you teased him with your tongue while squeezing him, maintaining eye contact as he pleaded for more. you could feel him throbbing against your tongue as he whispered his desperate pleas. he felt ready to burst without proper stimulation. he was begging for it — begging for you. but you weren't ready to give in just yet.

that led to your current position — bent in half, completely exposed, with jisung's tall frame hovering over you as he moved frantically. the thin chain around his neck swayed with each thrust, brushing against your face.

"fuck—sorry, love. am i hurting you?" he whimpered. you managed a faint "no." taking that as encouragement, jisung sat up, lifted your hips, and continued his movements while stimulating your sensitive spot.

you were so aroused that the sounds were obscene and loud enough to make you embarrassed. you'd never been this vulnerable with anyone before, and being this way with your shy boyfriend made you both embarrassed and deeply satisfied. his soft sounds merged with the wet noises, bringing you closer to the edge.

finally, he finished, every muscle in his body relaxing as he let out a satisfied groan, his head falling back. when you opened your eyes, jisung was hovering over you again. "you're so pretty..." he murmured, losing himself in your eyes before adding shyly, "but i finished inside..."

"don't worry. we're safe," you whispered against his lips. "merry christmas, ji."

"merry christmas, my darling," he smiled before kissing you.

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masterlist + taglist: @jungaji

[sparklejumpropekitty]

Since it was announced James was involved in a future acting project in Mr Fanboy (as a villain, which he wanted to do for awhile now and DMD granted him that), I see many people spreading lies about him saying he quit acting which he never did. He has explained this MULTIPLE times for A YEAR and people still be twisting his words. This is just one quick compilation, there's more actually. There's also two quite recent interviews where he talked more in depth about the many factors that led him to withdraw from the series, and how the decision was a collective decision. This narrative has been consistent as Net also has said the same thing - they have talked for almost a year prior from the withdrawal announcement (James, Net, and their management). The two interviews are on YT - one with Poppy and the other one with Pondonnews. You can check out @xxjdesu translations for the interviews on her X account.

Summary of his interview, some factors that made him stepping back from Love Upon A Time:

1. He was struggling mentally while and after filming Bed Friend for awhile (he said it was more than a year). He often couldn't detach himself from the role of Uea (and as we know, Uea is such a depressing character), his family noticed this. (This makes so much sense of his demeanors during that time). He felt like he was losing himself.

2. He was miserable and found joy performing on stage - singing, dancing. He felt truly happy doing those more than acting at that time.

3. He also thought about how many more things he wants to do, while he is still able and young. Remember at this time, LUAT still has no progress to go into filming? No workshop, nothing. They only has shoot for the trailer (2022). That's all there was to that series at that point.

4. The company along with him and Net has had multiple discussions regarding their future with LUAT for almost a year. Then a decision was made and the announcement happened. I'm sure they're aware how miserable James was, but Net still wanted to continue the project, which he has every right to pursue, just like James has every right to withdraw. What they wanted for themselves at that time simply has divided, they no longer shared the same dream. IMO, the way DMD handled that announcement was what that makes people misunderstood and blame it all on James. He kinda was used as a scapegoat. It was a collective decision, but the announcement made it seemed like it was only James' decision and Net and the company just granted him that.

5. James read all the comments blaming him, right after the withdrawal announcement. He felt real bad and considered jumping off of his balcony. I remember him deactivating his X account and had bad feelings about it. I never would have guessed my bad feelings about it is actually horrid. He activated his account again the next day and I remembered him saying he's okay, he just fell asleep. Little did we know, he was thinking about ending it all. Remember he also injured his leg really badly. Just imagine how horrible he must felt. Luckily, his younger sister and her bf were there, taking care of him. If not, there would be no James anymore :'(

James revealed it has been two occasions where he has suicidal thoughts, one is what I wrote above and the other one after he was severely bullied for the Cover MV we all know of. And that one is also a fail from DMD. James took full responsibility on his own, saying it was his mistake not to do another version with proper mixing and post production. The sound they used for that MV was from Melt into You concert, it was only a backtrack. In the concert, James sang live on top of the backtrack, and with the stage production and dancing, of course people never noticed how the backtrack truly sound. So many were praising that performance. Of course, Idk what truly happened behind the scene, but DMD didn't do any quality checks before releasing that MV? The way all of them kept silent (still is until today) and left James being bullied alone truly baffles me. They didn't take down the MV or close the comment section, etc. They did nothing. Even My Chemical Romance, one of the legendary bands turns off their comment section when people stepped way over the boundary. When one of their controversial ex-band mate passed away, they turned off the comment section also. Why can't DMD do any of that? Just take down the TT videos and whatnot, that people still using to this day to mock him. And not one soul in DMD ever talked about that. It was only Neoul from MeMindy that said something multiple times to defend James (and also some people that supposed to be James band mates but that project is not happening anymore, so..)

What this man has been through are just so tough and challenging. I'm not even in his shoes but I cried multiple times because it hurts, knowing he's hurting so much. All he wants is to do his job and chase his dreams. Why people are so cruel to him to the point of spreading lies and accusing him of many things, when most of the time, those people don't even know him that well..

If you don't want to support him, that's fine. But don't lie and throw untrue accusations. That can tarnish his name and made him target for bullies (Which he has had to deal with multiple times throughout his lives, some since he was a kid.)

[ginmoonnet]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Promise ︴˚࿔₊•

[Wanderer 🐈‍⬛]

Summary: Missing someone is difficult, and trying to forget is not easy either. (／_＼)

Genre: Kinda angst(? Idk it has some

♡︎ Wanderer x fem! Reader (I tried to make it gn! Reader but failed miserably, srry)

Note: Use of “Kuni/Kunikuzushi” referring to Wanderer

It's been about a few months since the two of you broke off any kind of contact.

You can still remember the last time you saw each other in person before what happened, you can even feel his warm hug before leaving saying that you would see each other soon, his image is still projected in your head waving his hand saying goodbye to you with a smile for What would seem like just a few weeks, nothing that hadn't happened before... that's why that last call impacted you so much.—Let's break up—. He blurted out abruptly, not even deigning to give you a coherent explanation. You laughed, thinking it was a joke, but the silence on the other end of the line stopped you in your tracks.—What? What do you mean?—. Another silence; It was true that the last few days they had been having disputes but you didn't think it was that serious.— You’re joking, right? You can’t be for real…Kuni?—. However, you didn't have time to ask anything else since after hearing the beep when hanging up the call he had already blocked or at least deleted you from most of his social networks and you didn't muster the courage to say anything else either.

That's how you didn't call him for sixty days. You felt empty, cold, you even considered finding some vice to distract yourself from that feeling... which you discarded for obvious reasons. Still, you felt like all your attempts to resist calling him or even thinking about it were going down the drain in a matter of seconds, one after the other.

You tried to excuse him, to excuse yourself so you wouldn't feel so guilty in case you lost to yourself and went after him once again. “Maybe he's confused”, “I should call him, it's probably all a misunderstanding”, “we can solve it together”, but you better than anyone knew that it wasn't true and even if they managed to talk, the damage to what they once had was done, which, although it took you a while, you ended up accepting... or so you believed until you couldn't resist it anymore that cold and lonely night.

You waited for a while, feeling more and more regretful with each beep your cell phone made as you waited for him to answer.

When you were just about to chicken out and hang up, you heard a voice on the other end of the line.—…Y/N?—. You felt a lump form in your throat, you could almost see how your nose began to turn red and your eyes glazed over.—I…I'm sorry—. You responded, almost in a whisper.—It’s…okay, Y/N—. He said, no, it wasn't right and he should know it perfectly, right?.—I did it accidentally, it's just... today I saw someone who looked like you and... I thought maybe it was you but…—. Your voice was cut off for a moment, you swallowed heavily and continued.—But you're not here and that's none of my business anymore, I know, it's just that I couldn't help it, I wanted to say hello to you, to know if everything was okay, if You were fine, just that...—.

Kunikuzushi remained silent throughout, letting you talk like he always did, like he always did until that last call. Remembering it made you shed some silent tears, why?. Why, if that time he forced you to swallow your words and doubts, why didn't he did it again? Why did he seem to try to empathize with you? Did he feel sorry for you? for you?. That last thought was the one that gave you the courage to direct your index finger to that red button on the screen but his voice stopped you.—Don't worry, I'm fine... How…how have you been?—. He asked, in the warmest way he had spoken to you in months.

Your chin began to tremble and tears fell uncontrollably, making your head throb.—Kunikuzushi I'm going to hang u…—. You couldn't finish your sentence because he interrupted you without warning. —I'm sorry, Y/N—. A muffled sigh escaped your lips, as if it had been trying to escape from your throat for some time now..—What…?—.

—It wasn't your fault, none of this was your fault, it's just that, I was afraid and I acted without thinking. I was not going through my best moment and I hid it from you for months but I simply couldn't take it anymore, I didn't have the courage to explain myself to you at that moment and I hurt you but that was never my intention, quite the opposite…—. He answered you, calmly, although you could hear the remorse in his voice.—A-after a few days I thought about confessing everything to you, but with what face would I go and explain to you?! After all…the damage had already been done and I thought that not talking to you anymore would be better than trying to clean up my mess, y’know?—. He explained, after that and awkward silence didn’t hesitate to get in the conversation.

—…I waited—. You confessed.—Huh?—. He blurted out, somewhat disconcerted.— I waited, days, weeks and then months. I waited for a call or I don't know, maybe a message?, Any sign that all this could be a mistake... but they never came, Kunikuzushi, they never did—. Silence, the boy didn't know what to respond so you continued.—There are still days that I wish this was all a bad dream, you know?...ha...Even in the mornings when I wake up, I find myself hugging a lot of pillows like I hugged you, but it's not the same and it's sad because I feel like I'm the only one still clinging to the othe—.

—Me too, to be honest—. The blue-haired man stated.

—Huh?, what do you mean?—. You asked.—I also think about you, a lot. I also imagine you with me sometimes…but it's not the same, and it’ll never—.

—Be the same—. You responded.—Yes…—. He confirmed.

After a silence that felt strangely comfortable you spoke again.—So, what now?—. You weren't sure what to do, you wanted to see him, hug him, although, was that really what you wanted?. You were beginning to believe that kicking him to get paid for what he had done to you was also a great option.—I have no idea—. He responded, laughing a little to himself which you also did.—…Thank you for calling me—. He said with regret. You processed his words before responding.—Thank you for responding—. So they both laughed a little again before another silence appeared.

Even when those chuckles and giggles were recents they felt somehow nostalgic for some reason. After a while they both fell silent once again.

—Hey Y/N—. He called you by your name, like he always did.—Yes, Kuni?—.He laughed at the nickname, he hadn't heard it in a while and he was starting to miss it.—I still love you—. You thought for a moment before answering.—Yeah…me too—. You sighed.

Even though y’all had just declared your love after so long, those words felt more like a farewell and, for some strange reason, this time you felt calm.

—I think I'm going to love you for the rest of my life...can I?—. He asked with some shyness and uncertainty. You scoffed at his words and the tone of voice with which he recited them.—Good night, Kuni—. Even though you couldn't see him, he smiled at your words.—Sweet dreams, Y/N—. My dear Y/N…

A/N: TMI!

-NYEHEHRHEHEHE 😼😼😼😼

-I’ll be honest with y’all. I wanted this to be breathtaking, heartbreaking, so sad, horrible miserable, but I didn’t felt like crying that day so ur welcome ig LOL

-It may look as if I was working on everything but the fic that I started and haven’t realized the second part haha hehe hoho…and it’s partially true (I will upload it, someday, I swear) BUT I already got the Xiao and Wanderer one shot finished a while ago and the only thing I did was translate so yeah.

Kisses hugs.

—Moonヽ(^‥^=ゞ). ミ★

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[simplyender]

You previously mentioned that Johnathon probably had a less than ideal childhood. If you are still in the mood for headcanons, would you mind sharing your thoughts on his upbringing/childhood/adolscence? The good, the bad, whatever comes to your mind. Thank you! (I wonder if he was still roommates with Quentin Beck in the movieverse)

Thank you so much for asking!!!! Sorry about taking so long to respond, work has been exhausting for me, and I really want to give my best answer, hence why I stew over asks quite a bit, lol

ANYWAY,

• Apparently, The Spot from the comics is originally from Spokane. Yeah, I'll incorporate that one in to my personal beliefs.

• He reads to me as having come from an upper-middle-ish class family.

• Only child, but his parents were frequently busy with their jobs, and when they were around, they didn't exactly have or bother to make the time for him.

• Pretty judgemental parents in general.

• Despite that, he still spent a fair amount of time trying to prove himself worthy of their attention, a difficult task with...Mixed results, mostly leaning towards failure.

• One of my friends was once like "There was definitely a time where he wanted to show them something he made and got snapped at for bothering them.", and yeah I totally agree with that.

• Over time he became more reclusive, spent more time in his room than anywhere else. He preferred reading, learning to code, and working on his own little projects over socializing, something he wasn't all too skilled at. It wasn't like there was much to socialize with at home, anyways, considering he would either be ignored or treated like a nuisance a solid 90% of the time.

• This was a double edged sword, though, since he'd also been yelled at for "being in his room all the time" a few times.

• Was used as a scapegoat quite often.

• After a certain point he moved on to trying to get his validation through other means. High grades, impressive science projects, plans to become a scientist and making the biggest damn breakthrough ever seen, do something that will change the world forever. Because then nobody could ignore him or treat him like he's less if he managed that.

• But obviously they're not the worst in his mind because they helped pay for college, so,,,,,,

edit: actually thought about this some more and he probably got a scholarship. oops lol idk high academics.

• Saw the 1933 Invisible man at a young age and absolutely loved it, he spent a short period of time trying to figure out how to make himself invisible, and kind of wished that dr. Jack Griffin was his real dad and that also maybe he'd kill his parents, healthy and not worrying thoughts from a probably 8 year old. It's been around 25+ years since then, but he'd still get seriously embarrassed if somebody brought up his old attempts.

• Had a massive growth spurt in his early teenage years, which automatically put a target on his back for even more bullying.

• Started experimenting with his fashion and putting some more work in to his appearance close to the end of high school. Still sucked at keeping up with haircuts and remembering to shave, though.

• Was probably at his peak in college, honestly. Nicest place he's been in. Least bullying he's experienced. He even made a friend or two!

• IMO he was totally roommates with Quentin in this universe too, they were on different tracks, but all in all, they got along pretty well! John was happy to help him with with whatever he was working on, although, John mostly kept his personal stuff to himself (still appreciated the extra hand with carrying things...), or at least tried to. Whether he was listened to or not is another matter entirely. When they collaborated, they were a real dream team. Unfortunately, they kinda fell out of contact after college, so it was a pretty big surprise to John when Mysterio got caught and it was released that his old college roommate had become a supervillain.

....Which only further entrench him in the "I'm meant to be Spider-Man's nemesis" mindset, by the way.

[anissapierce]

The latest episode of dr who i knew it was gonna feel tailor made for me n it somehow managed to surpass even that expection. Btw i have a link.its a pretty standalone episode so if u like animation u dont have to know dr who to know it. Nobody is going to read this bc its the ramblings of a crazy lady but i need ppl to kno i wrote notes while watching on a notepad

Forst off i was fucking right about the animated versions of the dr n belinda being tv animation idr if i thought specifically hanna barbara but thts wht it was. N ppl were like 'wait why does the animation look bad when the villian looks good' n i was In comments sections saying 'i think its purpose what if theyre somehow on tv' n i was fucking right. They justified having scooby dooified the dr n belinda in a fucking theater

I godamn cried at the whovians i loved how deliciously meta it was. Literally referencing galaxy quest. The fct tht they daid that people often said they were annoying.

Godamn alan cumming as mr ring aling ... n his design was fun n alien. Fucking rubber hose animated character w 50s coloring n he doesnt have ties to minstrelcy.... like i jjst had a convo today abt how cuphead having the villian being a black coded dicehead is uhhh fucking fraught. Instead hes some unknown kinda animal kinda human pig nose n antenna. They couldve had a bosco situation but they didnttttt

Imagine if the ppl lost were 11 ppl n theyd sneak in a sly reference to the censored 11 of warner bros. Like look srh made by disney has no room to take potshots but that would be personally vindicating to me

The fucking 'i know from a leak this was gonna happen' and 'rip dr who' like fuckinggggggggggggg im gooooped

The fct tht those whovians kept saying their fave eps were blink n 15th dr was listing off his eps from prev season is such a fucking rtd move but i dont give a fuck unfortunately this gay old white british man n i are on the same wavelength when it comes to taste. Now bring cryil nri on this gdiiiiii and fisayo pay him enough to deal with whtvr scheduling conflict this might have w heartstopper. Need a cucumber reunion.

Pulling down on the film frame and the film burning were likely not duck amuck references but im going to pretend they are to reference them in my paper im writing for a class n hope to publish. Also it made me realize tht was happening on screen in duck amuck when the film started to deteriorate was the celluoid burning (tht does happen in duck amuck..right)

The fct the characters pushed on the glass of the tv n fell out rules so fucking hard

The fct tht the town wasnt racist idk it was very blazing saddles in a certain way like having some good white ppl there. I wouldve liked if the projection guys wife was Black or Latina or both i think it would've tied things in nicely.

The pun work had me clapping me hands... 'light him up.' 'Reel him in' hot...alan cumming in a goofy american accent has me hot for a blue cartoon god oh shit....the great gazoo

[moe-broey]

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Besties idk if I'm gonna make Sharena week... at least not as much as I would have liked to.

It's really upsetting, bc emotionally it's really important to me. I can't really explain why. Very low capacity rn.

I've said it before, but Sharena is such a personal character to me and she has a really weird effect on me sometimes lmfao. Which would be fine and manageable, I did go into this fully prepared for that. I've had my ups and downs about it. Ect ect

Under ideal circumstances I think I could possibly swing it. I am. Not experiencing ideal circumstances LMFAOOO

Idk idk, how much I can say/am willing to say. I store a lot of grief in Sharena. It would be manageable. If everything was normal and expected, as usual. It's been a week now, going on more than that. Of things Not being normal and expected and usual.

I've kind of been pushed beyond a limit, and it's incredibly difficult for me to even think about the Askr siblings whenever This Specific Thing happens. I become incredibly disillusioned. A Lif project completely fell to the wayside bc of this lmfao, ages ago. Whenever it happens, it just uproots my life completely. It's so stupid. It's so upsetting. So infuriating.

Sharena is already a difficult character for me to fully confront, in the best of times. A lot of pain in there. Fucks w me, if I'm not careful.

Under these circumstances, idk how much I can do. I'm so fucking angry this had to happen while I was working on something so important to me. I do also feel kinda bad bc I feel like I've been hyping this up since the interest check, and like... earlier I was just beating myself up about it, like, of course this would happen. Of course this is how it ends. I always falter and fuck up. I always fall flat. Ect ect

But like. Idk idk, how much I can really blame myself when like. I'm fighting for my life to survive being directly confronted with all the shit I've spent the greater part of my life actively repressing. In the form of A Person, who just really fucking sucks. Like this dude fucking sucks ass. I feel bad, but like, come on. Boooooo, this guy STINKS‼️‼️‼️

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

hey remember that turo cuddling ask? yeah let’s call that the trauma au. and let’s say the reader manages to tame the aggressive miraidon somehow and gets it to apologize to turo for scaring and nearly killing him. idk i just feel like even tho he was kinda a shitty dad he deserves a good ending too <3 -galaxy (also hope ur doing well and eating n drinking properly! take care of urself k?) :]

"Groawl..."

"You're welcome." A light smile formed on your lips as you unclasped the iron muzzle around Miraidon's snout, letting it drop to the floor with a loud clank. "Now we're gonna try this again."

You kneeled down in front of it, slowly reaching your hand out to the side of its face.

Chuffing, the electric dragon averted its gaze, but allowed you to gently pet it anyways. It took every circuit in its body not to bite your hand off and sink its mechanical teeth into your flesh.

Even if it absolutely wanted to, your Iron Valiant bodyguard was present, and their pointed glare made it strongly reconsider.

Seeing that it finally learned some self-control, you couldn't hold back your grin as you fed it a sitrus berry. "Good job, M-2. I appreciate you not biting me this time."

So far, you've been making excellent progress with retraining this aggressive Miraidon. You called it "M-2" to distinguish it from the first Miraidon brought back through the time machine.

But honestly, you feared this wouldn't even be possible...as this exact same Miraidon nearly killed Turo after he intervened in a territorial dispute between the two paradox Pokémon.

Neither of you could've predicted just how hostile the second specimen was going to be...nor the catastrophic damage that a single Electro Drift could do to an entire research station. It ended up crumbling down, but by Arceus' blessing Turo managed to survive....albeit barely.

While his AI got him immediate medical treatment, you had your Iron Valiant knock out the aggressive Miraidon so you could put it in a containment cell. Then you dealt with the more docile Miraidon that was wounded in the ordeal. It tried fleeing Area Zero out of fear for its life, but you convinced it to stay.

You couldn't let the media find out about its existence, especially not after learning an Iron Treads somehow escaped to the surface, apparently lured out by herba mystica.

Keeping this project from spiraling out of control was getting more difficult by the day, and you feared that soon this "paradise" that your partner dreamed of would fall to pieces.

Yet..even mentioning putting a pause on the time machine had Turo freaking out and nearly tearing out his IVs. Despite remaining critically injured, he denied you any sort of special permission to shut it down.

Not even if, god forbid, he couldn't be around to do that.

Although his AI did see the logic in your reasoning and agreed that you should have access to it...his programming wouldn't allow it. Even if you managed to override the security locks, he'll be forced to attack you with a team of powerful future paradox Pokémon who could calculate your every move.

You know because you've tried it in the past after a heated argument.

Not even your strongest team could outsmart the AI...and you marveled at how your partner could make a replica of himself this advanced for the sake of preserving the project.

Just how much time did he have down here by himself after Sada left?

In the end, you gave up on any hopes of convincing him, instead focusing on other matters like his health and population control in Area Zero.

You'd report to him on the conditions of both Miraidons...although he remained very much afraid of M-2, refusing to see it for a long time.

He had a lot of sleepless nights and would wake up screaming at times if he accidentally fell asleep on his desk, all the nightmares involving the attack. Not to mention he became more clingy to you whenever M-1 was in the same room as you both.

He still got quite jumpy around it, even though the two are distinguishable by their personalities..and the fact that, until now, they remained in different battle modes.

But you made a promise to him that you'll try to tame M-2. Of course he didn't want you to be anywhere near it. He begged you to lock it away, claiming "we can always get another one".

Though you believed it deserved a chance to redeem itself. You understood that it was just angry and confused at this world it was brought back into unwillingly...and then seeing another Miraidon only made its temperament worse.

With those things under control, though, you figured it was time that Turo saw the progress you've made. It wasn't a "lost cause" like he feared.

The fact that M-2 obeyed your request to enter its pokeball showed that maybe....it did feel guilty over the incident, after all.

Maybe it would be too prideful to admit that, though.

Regardless, you notified Turo's AI that you'll be arriving with M-2, before you and Iron Valiant headed to the teleporter. It took you both down to the lowest-leveled lab where your partner was currently working.

You can only pray to Arceus above that nothing goes wrong this time.

.........

"N-No..please lock that thing back up! I told you not to bring it down here!!"

"Honey, it's okay-"

"It tried to kill me! How can that be okay with you?!"

"...I tamed it. It's not going to attack either of us ever again."

"..you..did..?" Turo was shaking all over. He could feel his heart hammering in your chest as his gaze remained fixated on the temperamental Miraidon at your side.

It just gave you a side-eyed glance, as though to say "I told you this was a bad idea". But you patted its head, smiling when it didn't hiss at you this time around. "See? It's okay."

Even your partner was astonished, yet he couldn't help but flinch as its digital blue eyes flickered back to him. He felt like a child who was scared of a Driftloon taking him away--it felt pathetic at best...yet he couldn't help it at all.

"I detect the Professor's heartrate increasing rapidly-"

"Thank you for the diagnosis, T." Waving off his AI's concerns, you looked at M-2, hands on your hips. "Now listen up, Miraidon. I think you owe him an apology for your actions. I know you were just acting on instinct back there, but...if we're ever gonna move forward from that and work together..I would like you to do this one thing for me."

"..agiasss..." It raised its haunches.

"...please?"

"......garowl.." Looking back to Turo, it closed its eyes and bowed its head, showing respect towards him...something he didn't think was possible until now.

The professor was utterly speechless. All he could do was swallow nervously, take a breath and shakily exhale, before he finally managed to speak to it.

"I-I....understand. It was my own fault, really. I..I should have known better than to get between you two, but--I was afraid you'd--"

When his eyes met M-2's bright blue digital ones, he clammed up again. But he felt your hand gently take his arm, and he glanced at you with tearful eyes. "..this is going to...take some time.." He shuddered. "But..thank you.."

"Of course." Smiling, you gave him a kiss on the lips, which helped him calm down as he realized you were still okay. "T? Would you mind escorting M-2 back to its quarters? You can reward it with some berries I left on the table."

The Miraidon in question huffed, rolling its eyes like a moody teenager. But it obeyed and allowed AI Turo to seal it back inside its pokeball, before he departed via the green teleporter.

Only when they vanished did Turo feel like he could breathe fully again. You thought he was going to start ranting about how you've been keeping this huge secret behind his back when he specifically told you not to engage with this Miraidon-

Instead, though, he just pulled you into a hug, still trembling. "How did you do it? Did you reprogram it to listen to you?"

"No, I just...did my best to understand its feelings, that's all." You wrapped your arms around him, rubbing his back as you slowly helped him calm down again.

"...I-I see, and...you're certain it won't turn on us?"

"As long as we give that Miraidon the respect it deserves, then we should be good. The next step will be reintroducing it to the first one, but we can worry about that another day."

Turo didn't say anything to that, only nodding and holding you tighter, relieved that you were alright.

It's good to see him physically recovering. Emotionally was..going to take a long while, but you'll be here for him.

You'll be here for each other.

[vigilvntes]

Negotiations - Adrian Chase x Reader

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A/N: fr doing anything but writing requests rn yass slay go me i am so cool for that. idk where this came from i just lose my mind abt adrian being a slut™️ for praise like fr call him pretty or tell him he's a good man and he's DOWN to do literally anything so. here we are. i might do a part 2 to this bc i kinda like the A.R.G.U.S.!reader x adrian dynamic so uh. let me know <3

Warnings: sex references, language (i think that's all)

Summary: recruiting adrian chase into A.R.G.U.S. was never going to be a breaze, but it becomes less of a task once you figure out his weakness.

Word count: 3.8k

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"I'm not telling you anything, motherfucker!"

You screwed your eyes closed when you felt him slam a gloved fist against the rickety old desk for the seventh time in ten minutes. It didn't scare you, or intimidate you, but it was doing nothing for the pounding in your head.

You understood now why no one wanted to negotiate with the dumbass in a mask sat lounging across from you, known as Vigilante. Or Adrian Chase. The first hint that it'd be hard work should have been when a whole room of A.R.G.U.S. agents fell deadly silent when Amanda Waller asked for someone to volunteer themselves to deal with him. You couldn't cope with the awkward silence, with her eyes scanning across the room, burning holes into everyone's skulls as you all desperately tried to avoid eye contact, so you did a stupid thing. Something that you'd come to regret within the hour. You raised your hand, mumbling a quiet 'I'll do it'.

The second hint should have been the various 'good luck's' you received from your coworkers as you waited outside of the small interrogation room, a folder in your hands. You were sure he couldn't be that bad. Sure they were just exaggerating, and that you'd be in and out within ten minutes. How wrong you were.

You sighed, rubbing your face with your palms. You'd been dealing with him for over an hour now, bickering and arguing and watching him flail his arms around or hit the desk. Exhaustion and confusion were the emotions currently ruling your mind, intertwining with one another to create the perfect headache. All he did was talk. You hadn't been granted a moment of silence since you stepped into the room. He was just talking and talking, but not once did he say anything useful. You'd heard all about how desperate he was for a pet parrot, how his father left his mother for another man (but it's okay because they're in love), and you seemed to know every piece of Fennel Fields gossip there was to know. You were tired now, though, and you wanted to bring things to a close as soon as possible.

"For the last time, I'm not asking you to tell me anything. I'm asking you to sign these forms. I— Did it never occur to you that we already know everything that went down with you, the task force and project butterfly?"

"No..." He mumbled. The thought of being watched had truly never crossed his mind.

"We had cameras everywhere, with our people watching at all times. We had Adebayo on the inside for the most part. A tracker literally inside Peacemaker's skull. A tracker in everyone else's phones. Oh, and we managed to track yours, too. You should really get a secure phone, and I'm being serious. It was so easy to trace you. I actually have no idea how you've gotten away with literal murder for so long."

"Fuck. I told Chris not to call Harcourt from my phone. I told him there'd be fuckin' agents snooping through my stuff. Looking at my selfies and fucking with my Angry Birds progress. Do you know how many hours I put into Bad Piggies?" He clenched his fists, rocking in his seat in anger at the thought of someone deleting his saved data.

"I mean... I think your Angry Birds data is fine, dude. That's not really something we're particularly interested in." You reassured.

He seemed to relax at that, unclenching his fists and allowing his shoulders to sink. "So... what do you know about me? Do you guys like, know my name?"

"Yeah, Adrian. We know your name. And we also know what you look like." You picked the brown folder up from the desk, flipping through it until you came across his mugshot, if you could even call it that. Eyes closed, a smirk on his lips and his hair pushed back. He looked way too content (and pretty) for someone who'd just been arrested. Though you figured you'd probably look that happy if you were about to kill Auggie Smith, too, so you couldn't exactly blame him. You dropped the folder down in front of him. "Look familiar to you?"

He shuffled forwards in his seat, leaning across the desk to get a look at the photo. It was the longest he'd managed to stay quiet, probably weighing up in his head whether lying to you was worth it. His gaze (hidden behind the red visor of his mask) flicked between you and the photo for a moment, before he sat back once again, folding his arms and staring down at the desk. "I have no idea who that is. I've never seen that man in my life. In fact, I couldn't even begin to guess at who that could be, because I've never seen anyone that looks like him."

He was a bad liar. But he'd given you something to work with, unbeknownst to him. You thought back to Leota, and how all it took for her to convince Adrian to kill Peacemaker's father was a little praise. You could definitely make that work to your advantage.

You allowed your shoulders to sink, your lips pulling down into a frown, before breathing out an, "Oh." It was laced with disappointment, and you knew by the way he lifted his head that you'd gotten his attention. "Well, that's a real shame."

"It— It is?"

You stared down at the photo, "Yeah, I mean... He's really cute. A pretty boy, for sure. I'm really into the curly hair. I'd love to know what it feels like. To grab on to it, tug on it while he—..." You sighed wistfully. "And his neck. I'd love to bite on it. I think he'd look so pretty covered in marks and bites. God. The things I'd do to him." You looked up, then, meeting his eyes (visor). He had been staring at you the whole time, but his intense gaze did nothing to deter you. You breathed out a laugh, shaking your head. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I— I just haven't been able to get him out of my head, y'know? I mean, the way he fought off those fucking white supremacist assholes in prison... It just— Really gets me going. The other night—"

Before you could finish your sentence, he'd reached up and ripped the mask off of his face, slamming it down on the table. Now, instead of a blue mask and a red visor, you were met with wide, sparkly eyes, bright red flustered cheeks and a slack jaw. He was looking at you with such lust and excitement, like you'd just offered to go down on him under the table, then and there.

You scoffed, sitting back and folding your arms, "You're really that easy?"

"Yes." He answered simply. "Can we fuck now?"

"No."

"What?! Why not?!" He whined, giving you the cutest little frown you'd ever seen. "You just said all of those really fucking hot things about how you wanna bite my neck and—"

"I didn't say those things about you. I said those things about the guy in the picture. You told me you have no idea who he is." You were having way too much fun winding him up, getting your own back for the hour you had spent listening to him ramble on and on about Peacemaker, being subjected to dick joke upon dick joke.

"But that's me! The guy in the photo is me! Look at the hair!" He pointed to the photo, then to his own head. "That's my hair! My neck! My face! That's me!" He yelled, gesturing wildly.

"Oh, so you lied to me, Adrian?"

"No! I— No... It wasn't lying. I was just... withholding the truth from you. It's different. It's not—" He sighed, his shoulders dropping as he leant back in his seat. "Look, I'm gonna be straight with you. I'm really fucking horny right now, and you're really fucking hot. So I was thinking, you and I should fuck. Right here, right now."

"What the fuck? Are you—" You stopped yourself from asking if he was being serious. There was no need to ask stupid questions. "No! I'm not gonna fuck you here!"

He raised his hands, "Okay, jeez! No need to get all shouty." A pause. "Would you fuck me somewhere else?"

"I—..." You had to take a moment to think carefully about your answer. He was pretty, and he did have a neck you'd like to latch your lips on to. He was funny and cute and you'd be lying if you said you hadn't watched the video footage from the prison more than once. Maybe Amanda Waller's terrifying stare wasn't the only reason you'd volunteered yourself into dealing with Vigilante. Fuck. You sighed, "I don't... I don't know. Maybe."

"So that's a hard maybe?"

"No, it's—... it's not a hard maybe. It's like... It's a soft maybe? Or just a... regular maybe? I— Look, will you just sign the damn forms?" You flipped through the folder until you came across the papers, pulling them out and placing them on the desk, slamming a pen down on top of them.

"Oh! So that's what this whole thing is about? The forms?" He scoffed, shaking his head.

You stared at him incredulously. You had not been sat in a stuffy interrogation room with the prettiest, most annoying man you had ever encountered in your life for him to have ignored everything you'd said to him. "Yes! This is about the forms! What the fuck did you think this was about?"

"I don't know! I just thought you wanted to fuck me!" He was giving you that frown again, looking genuinely and utterly disappointed that you hadn't brought him into an interrogation room alone to fuck his brains out.

"What?! I'm sorry, what part of 'Please shut the fuck up and sign these forms' screamed to you that I brought you in here to fuck you?"

"You were giving me the eyes the whole time!" He yelled, throwing his hands up in the air.

"What eyes?!"

"I don't know! The eyes you make when you wanna fuck someone! I swear, at one point you were undressing me in your head. Literally eye fucking me, and I'm not gonna lie to you, I felt totally objectified!" He folded his arms across his chest in a huff, looking away from you with a scowl on his features.

"Oh, I'm sure you would feel that way if anything you just said was true. You're—..." You screwed your eyes closed for a moment, sighing deeply when you opened them again. You'd sighed one too many fucking times now. Sure, he was cute, but right now he was frustrating the fuck out of you, and you wanted out. "Look, you have two options here. You can sign these forms and come work for us. You'll leave here a free man, but you'll be required to be on call as and when we need you. Maybe one day you'll get to live a life away from all of this shit. Or, you don't sign these forms and you leave this room under armed guard and straight into a pre-dug grave in the woods. Your call." You raised your eyebrows at him, awaiting his response.

You were just bluffing, at least you hoped you were. To be honest, you weren't sure what would happen to Adrian if he completely refused to sign the forms, if he refused to co-operate with Amanda Waller. She was ruthless, she had proved that when she was more than willing to allow an alien starfish to destroy a whole island nation. She even put her own daughter in danger. Whatever it was that'd happen to him if he left without signing (if he left at all), you knew it wouldn't bode well for him.

He seemed to be considering his options, from what you could tell. He was sat up straight now, eyes downcast and his eyebrows furrowed. You were just grateful for a moment of calm amidst the storm that had taken place over the last hour. He couldn't let you have that for too long, though. You watched as he looked up at you, a grin crawling across his lips, "You have pre-dug graves? That's cool as fuck."

Fucking really? That was his response to you mildly threatening him with death?

"Maybe we do, maybe we don't. You wanna fuck around and find out?" You were losing all patience for him, now. Not that you had much patience left, anyway. It was such a mindfuck, talking to Adrian Chase. You felt like you were constantly bouncing between wanting to punch him, thinking he was cute, finding him funny and wanting to the leave the room and never look at his face ever again.

His shoulders shook with silent laughter, "You're really fucking hot when you get angry."

You pressed your lips together, feeling your cheeks heat up. You were blushing. He'd called you hot and you were blushing. Your body had betrayed you. All this time, you hadn't let him get to you. You'd kept your cool. You'd flirted with him, told him that he was pretty and that you'd love to bite his fucking neck and now you were blushing? Not. Fucking. Cool. "If you think I'm hot now I'm gonna be on fucking fire, soon." You mumbled.

"Looks like you already are." He commented. His grin had turned into a smug smirk, and you wanted nothing more than to lunge across the table and wipe it right off.

"Can you just sign the fucking papers?" You asked, sliding them over to him, but he slid them right back.

"I'm not signing anything. I don't wanna work for you guys. It's nothing personal, I just don't wanna be under government watch any longer than I have to be."

"But if you don't—"

"I'm not signing. Final answer."

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. It was totally understandable. You could empathise with him not wanting to feel monitored by fucking Amanda Waller on the daily. Hell, some days it even made you feel squeamish. You had no idea if and when she was listening in. You always felt like you were treading on thin ice. You could understand why he wouldn't want to sign the forms, to sign his life away to A.R.G.U.S. and to Waller, but you dread to think what would happen if he didn't. Sure, you were just bluffing about armed guards and pre-dug graves, but the more you thought about it, the more it became an actual possibility.

You had to give it one last shot.

You glanced up at the camera in the corner of the room, making a point to stare at it for a few moments. He noticed, following your gaze. Then, you looked back at him, raising one finger and gesturing for him to come closer. He furrowed his eyebrows, yet shuffled his chair forwards, the metal legs scraping against the hard flooring.

He leant in first, and you had to physically bite back a smile at how easy it was to capture his curiosity. You leant towards him, resting your chin in your hand, leaning on your elbow. "Look..." You started. "Just between you and I, this whole A.R.G.U.S. thing, the task forces it's— It's going to shit, to be frank."

"Okay...?" He mumbled.

"We lost Colonel Flag. Bloodsport, Harley... They're off the grid. We have next to nothing left. Right now, we're weak." You shrugged, tilting your body momentarily to look at the door behind him before directing your attention back to him. "We could really use someone like you."

"Wh— S— Someone like me?" Adrian asked slowly, narrowing his eyes at you.

"Uh-huh. Someone like you. I mean you're—... Just look at you. You're exactly what we need. You're so strong and brave, so... talented and smart." You reached out and grabbed his hand, playing with his fingers. He let out a shaky breath, and that was all the motivation you need to keep going. Slowly but surely, you were breaking him down. "Y'know, things are crazy now. We're up against threats we never could have imagined. A giant alien starfish, a fucking alien cow... We need someone like you to lead us. To really take charge when we need you the most."

"But... But you already have Peacemaker." He argued, albeit weakly.

"Hmph." You smiled at him. "You're cute. You really think Peacemaker has anything on you?"

He shrugged, dropping his gaze to your intertwined fingers, a light pink dusting his cheeks. "I... I don't know. I guess— I mean, he's really strong. And he's... He's good at leading teams. I don't— I don't think you'd need me..." He trailed off.

You weren't sure if it was genuine insecurity, or if he just wanted to hear more praises leave your lips. Either way, you were happy to oblige. You sighed softly, "Hey, don't say those things. We do need you. We're desperate for someone like you. Peacemaker is physically strong, yes, but he can be weak. You saw the way he crumbled when it came to killing Goff and his family. You did the job for him. You're so strong, mind and body. We need— I need you on our side."

He straightened up at that, pushing his shoulders back, tilting his head up to meet your eyes now. "You— You need me...?"

"Yeah. We have a real nice thing going here, right? I think we'd make a great team." You slipped your pinky finger between your lips, biting down on the tip gently.

"Fuck yeah, we would." He breathed out. He was so flustered, every word winding him up in the best way possible. Every praise pushing him closer to saying 'fuck it', to picking up the pen and signing his name on every page. He'd even sign the table, just to make sure.

"Call me crazy—"

"Never." He grabbed your fingers gently.

You felt heat rise to your cheeks for the second time. The whole situation was so... intense. In a really strange way. You were straight up manipulating him into signing the forms, using his weakness to your advantage. But part of you meant every word. You wanted him to stay, for his own safety and because you maybe, sort of, kind of wanted to keep him around. Possibly. Definitely. He was the most infuriating person you'd ever met, but he was cute and you wanted to know him. Outside of the interrogation room, outside of the suit, outside of the snark and bickering and the talk of fucking. You'd like to get to know him.

"I know we've only just met, and we've spent the last hour or so yelling at each other, but... I actually think you're really fucking cool. Funny. Pretty, too. And I can tell that you're a good man. That you'll do the right thing when the time comes." You let out a sigh, "You could be so much more, here with us. With me."

He blinked at you a few times, lips parted, his breath shaky. Then, he let go of your fingers, scrambling to pick up the pen. "I need to—... Need to fuckin' sigh these papers." He mumbled under his breath, pulling them towards him and signing the first page with no hesitations.

You sat back and watched him sign each and every page, a small smile on your lips. He didn't read any of it, it was like he was on autopilot as he flipped through the thin booklet. It was a good job you had read the terms of the agreement beforehand. There was nothing in there that you wouldn't agree to, and you weren't lying when you said he could walk away a free man, only contacted when he's needed.

He dropped the pen when he signed the last page and pushed the papers towards you.

"All done?" You asked. When he nodded his head, you picked them up from the desk and slipped them back into the folder. "Thank you, Adrian. For your cooperation. I'll send someone down here to escort you out while I get these papers back to the boss." You stood up, folder in hand.

"Wait, what?" He asked, so quietly. "You're leaving? I thought—..."

You walked around the desk, coming to a stop next to his chair. He was looking up at you with wide, doe eyes. He looked so fucking adorable. "You thought what?"

"Well— You just— You said all those things and now you're leaving. I kinda... I don't know. I kinda figured that we'd— Y'know. I thought we'd have some romantic moment where I bend you over this desk and fuck you senseless." He said it so innocently, like he had just suggested dinner and a trip to the movies rather.

You had to chuckle, though. It didn't surprise you that his idea of romance was fucking you over a desk. "Adrian, there's cameras in here, and audio recording."

"I don't care. That doesn't phase me. Not one bit. Actually, that turns me on even more. Let's fucking do it right here, right now." He slapped his hand down on the desk. "Get on."

You raised your eyebrows, "Dude, for the last time, I'm not fucking you in here, okay? I have to go drop these papers off." You bent down and pressed your lips to the corner of his mouth, running a hand through his messy curls (which felt fucking fantastic, you'd been resisting the urge to reach over and touch his hair the whole time). "I'll call you, okay?" You stood up straight and made your way to the door.

"But how are you gonna call me when you don't have my number?" He paused. "Wait... Is this one of those things where you say nice things to me and tell me that you'll call me but really you just wanted to manipulate me into doing whatever you want me to do? Because if it is then I'm cool with it because you're really fucking hot. Like, smoking hot. I've never met anyone like you. But I'd appreciate if you just told me."

You furrowed your brows, staring at him for a moment, "I... No, I meant everything I said. I'm gonna call you when I've finished work. We... we hacked into your phone so we have your phone number on record."

He broke out into a grin almost immediately, nodding his head, "Pulling it from the records. Fuck yeah. That's so hot. Okay, if you're gonna call me could it be in the next two to four hours? No pressure, but I've had a hard on for the last half hour and I'm not sure how much longer I can wait before I—"

You pulled the door open and slipped through it, pushing it shut before you before you could even hear the end of that sentence. You couldn't help but grin, eventually breaking out into quiet laughter as you made your way down the hallway.

Looks like you'd be sneaking out of work early. Definitely within the next two to four hours.

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[chasingpj]

𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫

pairing: leo valdez x child of iris!reader

requested?: yes!

translation: full of color

warnings: uhh, mentions of mental health and ?? maybe some typos lmao

category: headcanons, fluff, best friends to lovers

pre-relationship

though, leo saw you around camp often, you caught interest in him before he caught interest in you

i mean, he literally couldn't miss you because your outfits were always bright, whether it was a combination of colors or monochromatic

you and your siblings actually look like a rainbow threw up on you guys, and it's honestly iconic

no one at camp can not notice the children of iris, especially when they're in a herd

one day, you were sitting alone at a picnic table near the lake, and you found yourself drawing him in your sketchbook

you sketched a portrait of him while he spoke to piper at a table nearby

you've always found the floppy curls and how his brightest smiles always look a little manic to be adorable

when you sketched his portrait in your notebook, you didn’t intend for him ever to see it

until a couple of weeks later in the arts and crafts center, leo passed by and caught sight of a new project you were working on

he stopped in his tracks to compliment your drawing

since you were nowhere near done with it, you couldn’t admire the piece as much as he was

but his enthusiasm was so endearing

he politely asked if he could see more, and you didn’t hesitate to slide over your sketchbook

he noticed a lot of your drawings were scenery and people at camp; especially your siblings

he stumbled across a detailed sketch of a woman and her child sitting in a bus

“wow… who’s this?”

“oh, I don’t know. It was just a little girl I saw on the train with her mother.”

“so you just drew her?”

you never realized how weird your habit of drawing random people was until he had asked

you giggled nervously, quick to explain yourself, “I tend to draw people or things that I find beautiful. I wanted to capture how calm and happy she was with her child ‘cause at the time, I was stressed and angry. Watching and drawing her made me calm.”

leo nodded, a faint smile on his lips before looking back down at the drawing. “that’s really cool,” he complimented, and you shifted in your seat, suddenly shy.

And then it hit you

you were so willing to show leo all your works that you had completely forgotten that his portrait was in that book

your pulse thumped loud in your ears, mind racing to figure out a way to take away your sketchbook before he could see it

you ended up spending so long thinking of what to do that he arrived on the page in no time

right before he could see the drawing in its entirety, you slammed the book closed and snatched it

leo’s startled expression turned into a mischievous smirk

“was that me?”

you froze in your place; a squeaky sound escaped your throat in your embarrassment

leo’s brown eyes sparkled as he leaned into you, your gaze fixed on his, “y/n, you think I’m beautiful?”

AHHHH!

^^ that was you in your head btw

leo laughed, amused at your attempt to deny it

“then why did you snatch it away?” he raises an eyebrow before reaching over quickly to grab the sketchbook back

you didn't pull it out of his reach fast enough, leo getting a grip on one side

the two of you pull it back and forth, leo laughing at you as you continued to deny what he saw

though you were incredibly embarrassed, you couldn't contain the laughter bubbling in your chest

gods, of course, this would happen to me, you thought

he got it out of your grip, and you sighed in defeat, watching him flip to the page of him and piper

he was quiet, studying the picture for a second before giving you that playful smirk

“you think I’m beautiful?” he asked again

you playfully rolled your eyes, “it was more piper than you.”

your tone was sarcastic, only fueling leo’s banter with you

“oh really?” he chuckled to himself, “but i’m the only one colored in.”

you were silent at his observation before scoffing, “whatever.”

leo only laughed as you take the book away from him

“don’t you have somewhere to be, fire boy?” you asked and nudged his shoulder

the glint in your eyes made him smile, and he shrugged, “i guess i do. i'll see you around."

you nodded, too shy to do anything else, and he walked off

after that, leo took it upon himself to talk to you every day

leo teased you about the drawing all the time, and he found the way you would play along to be funny

before you both fell in love, you were close friends

you had such an optimistic point of view about life, and it was pretty contagious

somehow when leo was in the dumps about something, you always knew what to say

you were just so easy to talk to, and because of this, your friendship just grew naturally

your first kiss was towards the end of summer

leo invited you to hang out with him in bunker nine at, specifically, 6 pm

you teasingly asked if it was a date, and you remember the way he tensed up a bit

with a mumble, he asked, "what if it is?"

from the tone in his voice, you knew he wasn’t joking

in fact, his tone was hesitant, a part of him was expecting you to reject him

then the heavy pit in his stomach turned light when you smiled and said, "then I'm down."

the grin leo gave you made your heart flutter like crazy

your first date consisted of eating snacks and watching a movie on one of those portable DVD players

You picked up on the tension between you and him, and noticed the opportunities for a kiss kept passing

it was until Leo walked you to your cabin that night did you have a moment of boldness and asked, "so are you going to kiss me or?"

leo's eyes widen in surprise before his face broke out in the familiar smirk he gives when he flirts with you

you rolled your eyes playfully and grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him into you

your first kiss was sweet and soft; a little awkward

his hands hovered over your sides for a second, not sure what to do with them until he decided to rest them on your waist

it was the perfect way to mark the beginning of your relationship

relationship

since you guys are both broke teenagers, you got creative with date nights

you came up with the idea of paint splattering with him

you guys got canvases, covered the walls and floors with plastic to make sure you didn't dirty them

then you filled water balloons with paint and just threw them

despite you guys singing and dancing around in the midst of it, the canvases came out so good

and to commemorate the beginning of your relationship, you hung them up side by side in bunker nine, and when you guys get a place together, you hang them up in the hallway of your apartment

leo is a huge gift giver; as i’ve said before in my “how he shows he loves you” headcanons

he’s made you a lot of things; canvases, jewelry, little trinkets with scrap metal

one of your favorite gifts from him is a suncatcher with rainbow quartz

you fell in love with it and when you move in together, you make sure to hang it up in the kitchen with the bunch of other suncatchers that he’s made you

i love the idea that you would attempt to bring more color in his wardrobe

a lot of his clothes are muted in color; you don’t mind it but you were interested to see what he’d look like in a colorful outfit like yours

To say the least, he was not that enthusiastic and maybe, you shouldn’t have put him in a monochromatic orange outfit but… you still thought he looked cute

leo thought he looked like a traffic cone though so it didn’t stick

it’s okay because you like him the way he is anyways

another thing is that you guys are super supportive of each other and leo loves just how you manage to lift his mood

once leo was having a bad mental health week

you guys were sitting under a tree, looking out at the water

his head laid on your shoulder and small sniffles came from the other

it hurt to see him like this and you wished you could do more to make him feel better

then you had the greatest idea to make a rainbow for him

so you did

leo was so stunned when he saw the rainbow form over the lake

he looked at you surprised and when you admitted to making the rainbow for him, the emotion on his face was indescribable

and then you laughed and held him when he started crying because he said it was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for him

another time, you insisted that meditation would be good for him

he literally sat down for like 3 minutes with his eyes closed before he was itching to get up and do something

even when he was sitting down, he was still bouncing his legs and fidgeting

so that fell through too but you still helped him in other ways and he’s so grateful for your optimism and bubbly personality

leo always says that you bring color to everything; literally and figuratively

one of the things you bring color to is his life

and he’s constantly reminding you of this; that his world just feels brighter now that you’re around

and it’s literal too

since you painted the walls of bunker nine a bright orange

he asked you why orange, and you told him because orange encourages productivity, creativity, and most importantly, optimism

it may have also reminded you of the orange outfit you put him into

anyways, you told him that it hurt you to see him get down in the dumps, and you insisted there was no way he could be sad in a bright orange room

needless to say, you were kinda right

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[lilacsandwhiskey]

I’m currently obsessed with tiktok and tom holland so I’m obsessed with imagines about both. i think it would be cute if you do a tiktok trend with the boys but like the world doesn’t know about reader and Tom so people are shipping her with one of the guys? like from the tiktok? Tom maybe gets jealous or something ? idk i’m rambling haha

Thanks for the request anon :) I hope this was okay!

Heartbreak Anniversary

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: mentions of pandemic and COVID, cussing, maybe suggestive at points???, angst, jealous Tom, uhhh sucky writing and no proofreading so bare w ya girl n kinda longer than I anticipated but here we are :)

Notes: italics = flashback

If someone asked you how you managed to get a life as crazy as your’s, you’d simply reply “just meet Harrison and become best friends.” You almost couldn’t fathom what your life looked like right now - you sat in the kitchen with your two friends, Harry and Tuwaine, who had fallen into the pits of TikTok with you, while Harrison, Sam, and your beloved, Tom, sat in the living room, screeching at the television as they watched a game. All of this, while in the middle of a worldwide pandemic.

You didn’t officially live with the boys, but you might as well have. Your apartment was only minutes away, but with how communal your living situation was, Tom simply talked it over with his brothers and best friends, who didn’t even hesitate to scream yes when he asked if you could stay there. It was “safest,” he explained when he begged you to come stay for a while. So you did.

How did we get here? It all started with a little project, Harrison Osterfield, and him playing cupid.

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“Clumsy, are we?” Harrison managed to balance you as you tripped over your own two feet, walking into the studio. “What makes you think that?” You huffed back, a small laugh escaping your lips. “Just get that vibe.” He replied, shrugging with a smile.

It didn’t take long for you and Harrison to practically become the best of friends. He soon was inviting you out to drinks with his friends, who immediately accepted you. Though you and Harrison’s friendship was strictly platonic, you found him itching to find out about your relationship status. “Should I even wonder, Harri?” “I mean, no. I’m just curious.” “I thought I told you before I’m not interested in a relationship right now.” You said, glaring at him with a smile. “I didn’t ask that, I was just curious. So anyway, are you coming to the pub tonight? I’m dying for you to meet my friend, Tom.” The excitement in his voice was too much to understand, but instead of questioning, you just replied with a yes.

There you were, walking through the doors of the pub at 8pm sharp. Your eyes finally spotted familiar faces who were calling out to you. You followed suit, inching your way to the booth at the back. “Y/N!” They called, urging into hugs. “Hi everyone!” You replied, taking a seat. Tuwaine was already scooting over your favorite drink towards you. “Told you we’d always take care of you! Anyway, we’re celebrating tonight. Tom’s back home!”

Your eyes landed on the curly-haired boy who had a gentle smile playing on his lips. “No need for anything big, I’m just glad to be surrounded by my favorite people.” Tom said. “Nice to meet you finally, Y/N. Glad to finally put a face to the name.” Tom held a hand out, gripping tight to yours as he shook it. Little did you know, Tom was well-aware of what your face looked like. He hadn’t been able to stop scrolling through your social media pages after Harrison had posted a picture of you, him, and Tuwaine on his story during a night out.

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“So who’s this girl you’ve been posting?” Tom said, trying to be as nonchalant as possible during this conversation with his bestfriend. “Y/N, I thought I’d mentioned her to you.” Harrison said through the phone. “I don’t believe you have, are you like…” “No, no, dude, you know I’ve been talking to Grace.” “I know, but I was just worried my best friend had moved on without telling me!” “You know I would. No, she’s just a friend, we met during a project. Grace actually loves her, and so does everyone else - including your brothers. Have they not told you about her?”

Tom tried to think back to his conversations, only briefly hearing mentions of your names when he’d ask what they’d been doing. He couldn’t help but scroll through your pictures, soaking up every aspect of your life, well, only what you displayed. You had a dog, bingo. You seemed to be funny by the way you captioned your pictures, good. You seemed to have fun, love your family, and live a life that perfectly reflected how Harrison had described to him after he had came to the realization that Tom had already began crushing on you just by what he’d started telling him and the way you portrayed yourself.

Tom begged Harrison to be his wingman. Harrison practically scolded him the first few times. “I don’t want you to mess up this friendship.” “She’s not just a fling, Tom.” “Can’t you just be friends first?” Tom would settle for the last comment. “Fine, introduce us.”

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Your conversations with Tom seemed so effortless that night. With too much alcohol in your system, you found yourself completely flustered by how pretty he was with his glazed eyes, rosy cheeks, and the constant giggles escaping his lips.

Though nothing ever happened that night, you found yourself spending more and more time with Tom in the coming weeks. Harrison didn’t mind as his relationship was truly flourishing with Grace. Weeks later, Tom had finally kissed you out of the blue and it changed everything. He was leaving for a few more weeks for filming, and instead of gaining the guts to make it official that night, he waited until he came back. It was the first thing he asked you when you reunited.

But, it wasn’t as simple as that. The logistics, the orchestrating, there was so much planning involved with what felt like should just be simple. Tom had fans, and sometimes they weren’t so nice. Tom wanted to protect you in every way possible. Though it was obvious you’d been hanging with the guys, since some of them had posted you, you had just figured that if you went out in public, you’d all go together and you couldn’t spend too much time just next to Tom. Posts were limited, it was all planned to a T. But you didn’t mind, because Tom made you happy and you knew it was for the best.

For a while, you did long distance. Your relationship had been based off of late night or early morning FaceTime calls, quick calls in between breaks, and short text messages throughout the day. It was hard but worth it. But this last time didn’t last near as long as others.

When word of COVID swept through the news, the world became frantic in all aspects. When everything began going into lockdown, Tom was sent straight back home from filming.

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Laughter erupted between Harry, Tuwaine, and you. Tuwaine had showed you a both a video on TikTok he came across of a girl dancing in the midst of her friends to the song Heartbreak Anniversary. Though her coordination was obviously great, it was the reactions and how aggressive she was doing the dance that made it so funny.

As if on cue, Tom, Harrison, and Sam walked into the kitchen, Harrison mentioning that they couldn’t hear their program over their laughing. That’s when they found themselves gathered around the phone, joining in the laugher.

“I think we should recreate it. I think Y/N should learn the dance and be in the middle. It’ll be too good.” Harry said. “Me?” A nervous laugh escaping your lips. “For sure, we learn dances so fast, you’ll have it down in no time.” Harry was right - over the last few months, you’d formed certain hobbies with each of the boys. You had became just as close with them as Tom was, and one thing you and Harry found yourselves doing often was learning dances in the backyard, most likely disrupting the neighbors from your obnoxious cussing and laughter.

After protesting the dance, the guys had won and you were now practicing the dance. You felt so dumb, you couldn’t help but laugh. You didn’t allow the boys to see it so that when you videod, it would be their fresh reactions. And that’s what it was -

The boys circled around you, ready to endure the dancing. Right before, Tom had pulled you aside and reiterated not focusing that much time on him, though he wanted you to. You agreed, understanding the circumstances considering the world still was unaware of your relationship. To everyone else, you were just some friend that came to hang out every now and then.

So when the music started, you kept that little rule in the back of your mind. You tried to spend enough time with each, trying to make them laugh which definitely worked. You added your own flair to the dance, leaning back towards each of them, causing them to spit out laughter. You still found a moment with Tom, because it’d be too obvious that you were not trying to be obvious if you didn’t (haha).

Afterwards, the guys laughed over your shoulder as they watched their own reactions. “You killed that!” Sam exclaimed.

Hours later, you all sat in the living room, engrossed in your own thing - television, telephone, reading, someone was doing something. That’s when Tuwaine busted out laughing. “Shit, these comments are ruthless!” “Hmm?” You said, not even thinking to go check on the video you’d posted. When you opened up the app, Tom was looking over your shoulder to look for himself.

“Yeah, Harrison and Y/N are def fucking”

“Y/N and Haz 👀👀👀”

“Look at the way Haz looks at her 😍 obvi in love”

The comments continued. You cocked your head, watching back at the video. There was nothing much different between your interactions other than he was laughing the most - but that was just Haz. You shook your head, laughing as everyone but Tom joined it.

“Dang, Y/N, didn’t know we cared so much about each other!” Harrison said, giggling. “Right, just so in love!” You jokingly fell back into the couch, but soon noticed that Tom was barely participating in the jokes. Instead, he was leaning back, barely cracking a smile, even when you tugged his arm. You tried to shake off his reaction, not expecting him to actually be upset.

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“I think I’m going to shower, wanna join?” You pulled out some sweatpants from the drawer that you’d claimed. “Why don’t you go ask Harrison?” You stopped dead in your tracks. “Excuse me?” Tom stayed silent. A nervous laugh escaped your lips, in hopes that his words were only joking but the straight face he was giving, along with no eye contact, made it clear that he was not joking.

“Are you being serious right now?” You asked quietly. You felt yourself beginning to get upset, considering you had never given him a reason to believe that for one, you’d ever cheat, and for two, that you and Harrison had ever had sex. He was well aware of the friendship that you had before Tom came along, and not only was it strictly platonic, but Grace had been in the picture the whole time.

Tom finallt replied with a shrug, which elicited rolling eyes from you. “You’re unbelievable.” You slammed the door to the bedroom, slamming the bathroom door across the hall. It may have been absurd, but in that moment you honestly were shocked. You and Tom had never really argued about something like this before - it just never showed itself as a problem. It wasn’t like you hadn’t been rumored dating each one of the boys before anyway, you didn’t know what was different.

Harrison had obviously heard the slamming of the doors, including the other boys who surrounded him. Sam pushed the television, looking around at the group, who was already exchanging looks. “Nose goes.” Tuwaine said, instantly pinning his finger to his nose, the rest of the boys following. Harrison was the last to reach his nose. “Aw, come on. You know this is probably about me.” Harrison whispered. “Guess you gotta find out.” Harry replied, shrugging.

Harrison slowly made his way to Tom’s room, slowly knocking before opening the door. Tom was laying on the bed on his phone, seeming that he was not phased by the events that seemed to have just occurred. “Tom?” “Hmm?” “What’s going on?” Harrison asked, inching closer to the bed.

Tom laid his phone on his chest with a smirk. “Why don’t you go find out?” “Seriously, Tom? Are we twelve right now?” Harrison huffed back, crossing his arms. When Tom didn’t reply, Harrison felt like tugging his hair out. It wasn’t very often that the two lads argued, but Harrison honestly couldn’t believe that THIS is what the argument was about this time.

Harrison made it clear time and time again before Tom and you had started dating that you two had been platonic from the beginning. Harrison loved you like a sister, but never anything more. Tom was well aware of that - so he didn’t understand why he was lashing out?

“Look, mate. I don’t know why you’re acting like this, but I can guarantee you, that if you keep on, Y/N isn’t going to like it. You have no right to take it out on her. You know she wouldn’t do that to you in a million years, hell, you know I’d never do that to you in a million years. If you want to be mad, be mad at me, though you have no true reason to be. Fans make assumptions all the time. You can’t possibly be upset when you’re the one who continues to vow her as a secret to the world. You orchestrate every plan with her to make sure that it looks like you’re not dating, so yeah, people might get skeptical. I’m sorry that you’re feeling insecure right now, but you have no right to accuse her of anything.” Harrison had no intentions of giving a speech, but he knew that it had to be said. Tom just looked at him, and for the first time, Harrison couldn’t get a read on him.

Harrison made his way out of the room, almost colliding with you as you came out of the bathroom. Harrison gave you a sympathetic smile before going back to the living room. Confused as to what had just happened in Tom’s room, you took a deep breath before opening the door. There was no doubt that you were still upset, but you also were bothered about the fact that this came so suddenly. Or had it? Had he been so skeptical before and you’d just never caught on? How could he not trust you?

As you walked in, Tom laid on his side away from you. You let out a small sigh, placing your dirty clothes in the hamper and walking over to the bed. “Tom?” No answer. “Can we talk?” Though you couldn’t see around him, Tom squeezed his eyes shut at those words. He finally turned over. “Hey.” You said. “Hey.”

You assumed an apology would come after that, but it never did. You tried to be reasonable. “I get it.” “Hm?” “I get it. I’m sorry that you’re feeling like this. I can’t say there haven’t been times I’ve gotten a little jealous or scared or insecure when you’re miles and miles away. But I’m right here. You have nothing to worry about.” “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have acted that way towards you.” “It’s okay, but you have to trust me. We’ve been together over a year now and this conversation has never came up. Why now?”

Tom took a minute to gather his words. He let out a slow shaky breath. “I don’t know how to put it into words. When I’m away, I long to be back home with you. It seems so simple to know that I get to home and you’re here for me. So, now that I’m home for longer than a week, I recognize that you have developed these amazing friendships with people who can be here for you more than me, and sometimes it just feels unreal that I have you - like I don’t deserve you. I just love you so much that the thought of you being with someone else ever hurts me, and I think that’s why the comments got to me so much this time. Y/N, I think I’m ready to tell the world. I’m tired of keeping you a secret. I want to show the world you’re mine, I want to be the one they make those comments about. Ridiculous, huh?” Tom let out a small chuckle and shook his head.

You grabbed his hands, shaking your head. “Babe, if it weren’t for Harrison, we wouldn’t be here. The relationships I’ve grown with everyone is over our shared love of you. We are so grateful that we can be altogether in each other’s presence and enjoy it because we all have a shared love. You’re so important to all of us, and that’s just how it works. I’m ready to tell the world if you are. I’d love nothing more than to finally call you mine publicly… and maybe go on a date outside of our backyard when this pandemic ends.” You say with a grin. He pulls you on top of him, laying a slow kiss on your lips. “You’re so important to me. Let’s show the world how much.”

[finnuf]

hi everyone!  💓 first intro because i prewrote this pog? i am so excited omg [suddenly forgets how to write an intro] uhhh...i’m so happy to meet everyone! everyone should have already gotten a message from me by now, but regardless, i’m carly, aka [drumroll] admin eirika! honestly cannot express how excited and thankful i am that you’re all here. it’s really surreal to me that uf is actually open after i’ve worked on it pretty much every day since mid may. it was originally just a fun project for me that i didn’t really think would amount to anything, and then i put so much effort in that i had to see it through SDDSGSDGSDG and it’s already been fun to run, and this is only the start! really looking forward to being y’all’s admin for a long time 💕

ALL OF THAT ASIDE, i know i know some of you already and i know there are plenty of you that are brand new to me, so depending on who you are, it’s either great to see you again or meet you. i’m pumped to talk to and plot with everyone! you don’t have to like this post to plot because i’m in everyone’s ims anyway but if u want to like this post to, idk, validate me and give me attention or something, feel free SDSDGDGGD i’m honestly best at plotting through tumblr ims these days but i’m also @YURlLECLERC on twitter so feel free to follow me there if you’d like. it’s kind of a dumpster fire of a space, fair warning SDTSDGSDG but u will get to know me quickly!!

NOW who u really need to get to know is this guy ← finnuf, also known as kim finnian. i’ll ramble about him for a while under the cut!

finn is an emo bitch baby

but he’s almost valid. almost

his dad was the margrave of etlia, in charge of maintaining etlia’s border because their territory (lucinier) was on the border with gleerium

he wasn’t an Absent Father but he was a busy father that usually had finn babysat by a knight most of the time. teaching him how to fight was a team effort and he fell in love with the sword at a pretty young age

@ufvivian​ is his baby sister! (not actually baby, she’s only two years younger than him)

as a kid and teenager finn was kinda a punkass but in a way that was more endearing than annoying to most people. pretty charming and social and very eager to take over for his dad

not in a powerhungry way but in a “omg i am so excited being margrave seems so cool dad let me help” way but his dad never really humored him and told him to focus on growing up well

until his dad got sick

he somehow managed to transition finn into performing his duties slowly even as his health declined more and more

finn was margrave lucinier in everything but official title when gleerium launched their full scale invasion that ultimately led to etlia falling to them

his dad died right before gleerium reached and conquered dromare meaning finn was Actually margrave for like two days before king andreas stripped everyone in etlia of their power

as the one in charge of etlia’s border at the time he thinks the fall of etlia is his fault entirely

to make matters worse there are rumors that he actually poisoned his father because he wanted his power

finn was so humiliated and felt like such a failure, instead of rallying his people and trying to defy gleerium’s rule or at the very least encourage them in a time of extreme grief, he simply: ran away

he did not tell a single soul. he didn’t leave his sister a note, he managed to escape his loyal bodyguard without notice, literally not a word to anyone

he went about as far as he could get from gleerium and went to podakko, where he figured he could be whoever he wanted to be, even though he didn’t know who he wanted to be. not margrave lucinier, that’s for sure.

he’s been in podakko now for about a year and doesn’t talk about his past; he prefers to just go by finn.

he spends most of his time drinking and getting in fights now. he mostly fights for money in arena battles, but sometimes he will fight for free just for fun.

getting beat up feels thrilling, apparently. probably has something to do with him feeling like he deserves punishment or something. he needs therapy (too bad.)

he’s also a mercenary that takes just about any job, so he travels around the continent a lot on jobs, which means he can run into all sorts of people.

despite all of this he’s honestly not a bad guy. he has a really kind heart that he now has under lock and key because he’s experienced so much pain in the past year. sometimes he’s sarcastic and acts full of himself but a lot of times he’s sincere and just Sad. he tries to still be charming tho. we’ll see how he does with that as i write him LMAO

i always imagined he has lots of healer friends since he gets beat up so much. thanks to warp pads he can probably get to u no matter where u are!

also worth noting that he hates gleerium. he has some wistful plan in his head about going back to gleerium and killing everyone responsible for the fall of etlia but he hasn’t worked out how to do it yet

he’s stupid but thankfully not stupid enough to assassinate anyone without some kind of plan. not yet anyway

this is all i can think of for now, which i’m sure is plenty SDSDGSDG thank u for reading and i’m very excited to plot with everyone <3

EDIT: he was also a student at lotus academy until his dad started getting sick, so he probably bailed about two years ago, just around when he started adult classes. he wasn’t mad about it, especially because as he got older the gleerium kids really started pissing him off

[theyarebothgunshot]

this is exactly how it went down in my head.

misha: hey, everything okay? do you need me to do something?

jensen: no, lay low. we’re figuring it out.

misha: got it.

— the next day —

misha: things settled. should i say anything? draw attention? stay neutral?

jensen: you don’t have to, but if you want, tread lightly. we’ve had enough chaos.

misha: say no more.

when nobody got your back you KNOW dmitri got your back.

ANYWAYS i turned my back for TWO MINUTES and y'all went the fuck off in my inbox so, you know the drill: more under the cut

NO BUT JENSEN’S RESPONSE LMAAAAAO honestly fallout theory is so on oh my God I can’t stop-

on god they are so loud like-

Worst damage control i've ever seen. god bles.

so true bestie

I think Jensen probably just wants to be done with this petty little drama, so if he has to pretend everything between them is okay he is going to be the bigger man and lay it to rest. Whatever is going on between them he definitely doesn't want to sort that out on social media and the earlier he pretends everything is sorted out the earlier people will forget about it again.

Also it's kinda funny how J*red Tweet was like implying they had a misunderstanding but still talk to each other regularly, while Jensen went full on the we grow apart a little bit, because we were busy, let's catch back up. Makes me wonder if they actually talked or if there managers just said hey that's not good pr, let's put that to rest. Also did J*red know before yesterday that they had a falling out or did he just not realize.

- 🐌 anon

literally jensen went out of his way to say 'uhhh we never talk, worstie' god if pr management is involved then they did a bad job. also j*red still does not realise they have fallen out. jshfjdsfh

Jackles was like God bless but we ain’t talking like this worstie

good for her.gif

csdsc heeft gevraagd:

All I need now is for Misha to tweet “ is it safe to come out now?” And I’ll be complete lmfao 😂😂😂

that would have been better than what we got lmfao

I have one fear and it's Jensen being forced to add j*red to his show and his other projects because he couldn't stop whining like a baby,,, ugh i hate him

i pretend i do not see

Kinda selfish of me tbh but i don't want them to be "friends" again, Jensen sweetie run as fast as you can

co-signed

Ok Jensen's answer to Jared tweet made me feel so bad for him. Like, I can see it's damage control and public relations (obviously) but there's stuff behind it. I can't name it, but idk, I felt terrible for texas man this time, I don't think that reply was written with a "love and light energy" or even without much care. I felt some heavy vibes.

- 🌻, who is now a fortune teller and a prophet apparently

yeah i feel hella bad for him to, for having to deal with this shit. nonnie please if you ever have anything to predict, lemme know sjdfhs

You know Jensen's tweet has the energy of like kindergarten wenn an other kid started a fight with you and the kindergarten teacher wants you to forgive each other and hung it out and you really don't want to, but your kindergarten teacher is being annoying and he isn't worth the annoyance either.

- 🐌 anon

you are not wrong

Incredibly thankful that I have the day off from work 😂 I'm with hatching chick anon, the 3 dots read as passive aggressive/insincere to me, and I love it! I haven't spent this many hours on tumblr since I first discovered cockles! (On a side note, the lack of fimmf posts today has me feeling like it's not friday lol) -🐢

i, too, miss fimmf but alas things happen, they do they do they do

I was right. :(

It got almost romantic...

👀

nonnie you know i love you but this is really not the case, like, at all??? idk how you could look at those tweets and think it was almost romantic. it was THEE most scripted, pr bullshit ever. it was staged and fake. idk what else to tell ya

Danneel liked Jensen's tweet

i saw

That is so so awkward I feel so sorry for all of us being exposed to this and so happy I chose to leave the Internet for half a day - tea anon

god bless your stance on that cause i would have hated missing out on this lmao

You know what? I think it’s okay being a 38 year old moron if you’re bringing us this type of content

im happy with the food but still think its not okay tbh

pspspsps Misha this is the perfect day for you to drop the gay Cas essay pspspspsp it is still pride month pspspsps

you know you want to king pspsps

So that JIB6 link (I think it was from your post, right?). I went and watched that bit, and a little more.

Jensen makes a comment about Jared being first on the call sheet because Sam was supposed to be the main focal character.

And that him nor Misha cared about what number they were, so in all that time it never changed.

And I’ll be… if that just doesn’t perfectly sum them up and their feelings on things. And how a certain someone can be petty… 🦚

idk if it was from my post? but maybe? my analysis probably? but yeah things are making more and more sense huh

Ohh that's also an alien? Welcome to the extraterrestial family then, purple alien anon!

Also it's probably because I'm coming off the high this drama gave me but I'm not looking forward to them trying so hard to convince us everything is normal between them. Even though we now Know, they will have to keep pretending. Today (yesterday?) was a shitshow but some masks fell off, at least for a moment and I kinda wish Jensen was less professional 😂

👽

oh for real, fallout theory IS confirmed and nothing they said today will change my mind, it only made me believe in it even more lmfao and with that in mind i am just gonna sip my tea if they try to be buddy buddy on main again

I THINK MISHA UNRETWEETED BUT HE TWEETED "LOVE AND MISS YOU BOTH" I'M LOSING MY DIGNITY HERE - tea anon

yeah he now answered them sjdfhsjfhsf instead of rt

MISHA COLLINS IS A KING I STAN THE RIGHT MAN

YOU SURE DO

I just know Misha’s process was oh crap I have to let people know I’m supporting them and I can’t choose sides. Ok. Retweet. NO. Delete. I love both of you. Yes, good.

sjdfsdfh this makes me think of that post that dissected jackles' birthday post for misha where he used the heart. 'call him bro, that makes it less obvious. nailed it.'

Lol I'm off for a few days and come back to total chaos... God I missed it here

Like the "et tu... #bravo" tweet? Made my day! Frikking hilarious (every time I see it I picture J*red with a pissy frech accent saying it out loud lol) it's just such an incredibly petty hissy fit he threw (I know he tweeted more later on but... Really all that stuff coming afterwards just sounds like damage control)

Missed you Rose

-🐻

LOVE the french accent detail im gonna do this too sdjfhsjfh missed you toooo!!!!

Oh man Misha is really gonna get hate for that I KNOW IT

sigh well. nothing he isnt used to by now, unfortunately

i mean i believe they feel like brothers, but constantly falling back on the “brother” thing to keep up appearances is really starting to feel like “#spnfamily” at this point.

honestly brothers can be very annoying, or so i have heard, so it fits with the fallout theory lmao

They actually said if we’re gonna make this gay we cannot have Jar*d Pad*lecki involved

oh my God this is the funniest timeline to ever exist God bless I’m just waiting to canon bi Mary

king shit tbh

[skzshortcake]

hiii this is a bit of a random request. i’m sorry if it’s bothersome! u can literally ignore it if you want. it’s just,,, i’ve had worst two weeks and my friends are all busy and i just,,, am constantly overworked and stressed bcs of uni (final year of uni fucking sucks) which idk i usually can handle but this whole week has been a disaster. i had 5 meetings. and i missed 2 of them, 2 assignments, 3 presentations and lectures. and on top of that i had to write an article for a magazine. there was just,,, so much due in a week and i got overwhelmed and kinda just,,, shut down. and to top it off, this morning i slipped in the shower (literally full on split on the floor) and my thighs hurt and i can’t walk or even sit without being in pain. and i can’t remember the last time i slept. i think it was two days ago. idk. i still have SO MUCH to do so i can’t sleep yet and i’m super stressed. oh gosh i’m sorry i’m rambling.

to get the point, i was hoping u could write a fluff piece with chan where the reader is stressed af like i am?? i usually read these to escape my head for a bit cause i’m a sucker for cute romance stories :’) it’d help a lottttt. but it’s okay if you can’t! 🥺 i’m sorry for bothering~

of course!! this might seem rushed so i’m sorry if it comes off like that- but i really hope it helps you!! i basically wrote chan into my interpretation of your situation, i hope that’s ok!! stay safe and take care bby! i’m always here if you (or anyone) needs to rant.

comforting surprises  -  bang chan

member: chan

genre: comfort/angst

warnings: anxiety and an overwhelming time, crying, not proofread

note: requests are still open, but it will take me a bit to get to them. i’m doing my best i promise but it’s kinda hard to write happy things for me right now. 

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ring... ring... ring...

chan hoped you would answer his call. he texted you earlier in the week and didn’t get a response, so he knew something must have been up. he anxiously rocked back and forth in the office chair he was sitting in, staring at the wall of his office while he waited for an answer.

a couple more rings in, he was about to hang up, but thankfully, you answered.

he heard you try and calm your breathing through the phone “hey.” you managed to say.

“prince(ss)? what’s wrong?” he immediately sat up, alert.

“it’s nothing,” you cry “i just-i just fell this morning and i’m a little busy.”

“ok, ok, can you tell me what’s going on? i’m on my way right now i’m not sure how long i’ll be.” he stood up and saved his work on the computer, hurrying to pack what was necessary in his black backpack to rush out the door.

“i-i,” you broke down in tears again “i have so much to do and i haven’t slept in days. i’m so behind on work it’s making me sick to my stomach...”

“ok, ok, i’m going to help you... can you breathe for me, baby? here, breathe in on the count of one and out on five, ok? i’ll count to eight for you.” 

he started counting through the phone for you, knowing he probably looked crazy as he loudly breathed and counted on a phone call while speed-walking through the jyp building, but he couldn’t care less.

you were doing your best, truly, and he could tell, but you still couldn’t manage to take deep enough breaths to calm down.

“it’s ok, you’re doing so well for me, y/n... i’m on my way, i’ll be twenty minutes?” he says, waiting for your “ok” before helping you breathe again.

chan managed to get you to calm down a bit by the time he walked out of the building. he suggested that you go get a glass of water and sit down somewhere and wait until he got home. 

“i’m ok, i’m ok now.” you sniffle, taking another sip of water and breathing heavily into the cup while you drank. “you travel safely please.” you told him.

“don’t worry, i will. are you going to be ok if i hang up now? i’ll be home soon, prince(ss).”

“mhmm.”

“ok, i’ll be fifteen minutes now. go sit down and rest please.”

he said goodbye and hung up, feeling even more worried for you. chan couldn’t help it, you’re his baby and he feels a responsibility to make sure you’re ok. he didn’t care if he had work to do or if he was busy, you were always his first priority.

he picked up some things for you from the downtown, practically checking his phone every thirty seconds to double check you hadn’t texted him again. he left just as soon as he arrived to make sure he wouldn’t make you wait any longer.

chan nearly dropped his keys as he fumbled with the door. he just wanted to see you as soon as possible.

“y/n?”

“hm?” your teary voice answered from the living room. you chose to sit down on the plush couch, only issue is you didn’t know if you’d be able to get back up.

“hey, i’m here now.” he set his bags down next to him while he sat down next to you. “can i hold you?” 

you just nodded, feeling sobs build in your throat again. but you didn’t cry, you didn’t have the energy to cry anymore.

chan pulled you into a hug, knowing that he couldn’t do anything to make your work easier. “i’ve got you. it’s going to be ok.”

he let you stay there for as long as you needed. once you looked up at him with a defeated expression, he knew that it really must have been a difficult time.

“i’m so stuck.” 

“honey, i’m so sorry. i’m sorry that things have been difficult, i’ll help you as much as you need, ok? we will figure it out, together. i promise.” he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead “i have something for you, baby.” 

he leaned down and pulled out a bouquet of flowers and your favorite restaurant’s takeout. chan handed you the bouquet, and you noticed how he bought the flowers in your favorite color and even had the florist wrap them it thin decorative paper with a bow wrapped around it, also in your favorite color. he always excelled at attention to detail.

you felt the tears build again. “i love you so much. thank you.” you looked down to hide your crying from him. you felt so touched that he went to the extent to rush out and get your favorite food and flowers on a whim when he was in the middle of working. 

chan truly had a heart of gold.

“of course, i love you so much too, prince(ss).” he put a hand on your cheek, not forcing you to look him in the eye if you felt overwhelmed, but letting you know he was there. “now, how about we eat some good food and get some good rest, and i will help you with your projects in the morning. it’s the weekend after all, you deserve to rest tonight. i’ll help you get to sleep.” he gave you another kiss and stood up to get some plates and utensils.

when he came back and served up your food, he turned on the tv and put on a show in the background. chan also didn’t forget to prop up your legs and get you an ice pack for your injuries.

“you will not believe what jeongin did today... he lost a bet and had to make breakfast this morning, and you can imagine how that turned out. we even gave him thorough instructions but he still managed to forget some of the ingredients and had to have help from the manager.”

chan joked with you and cheered you up, like he always did. you were pretty sure he was some sort of guardian angel for you, because he always showed you unconditional love and support, even when he was busy.

he was forever grateful for you and you were forever grateful for him.

[yueisyum]

Don’t cross the line

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•pairing• reader x Minghao/The8

•warnings• cringy, sorry. there might be cussing but I can’t remember. Physical contact… yeah that’s it… wait the girlfriends name is Irene. 👌🏽

•genre• idk? Friends to idek to friends again? Idk! 😅

(Your close friend’s girlfriend doesn’t like you one bit, minghao tries to fix things with her, but only making it worse between the too of you. He need to apologize before it’s “too late”! (Idk how to write summaries ok lol))

Authors note: I think that people think that I don’t write smut… do but, I’m not emotionally ready to put that out into the world yet. Also how do I turn on requests? Also not proof read. Also I got The idea from Business proposal!

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“Hm-hM..m” you hum along while practicing a dance move for duet with xu minghao. Moving your hips to the song on the backtrack. He’s standing a couple feet away doing the same move. It’s been quiet the entire 2hours of dance practice. But there is no way you would say a word to him.

You two were close after doing a couple of projects together. You had gotten along pretty quickly, glued at the hip. You were a good listener and you never judged him. So naturally you two became close friends.

His girlfriend didn’t like that. “She obviously just wants to Fuck you minghao” she had told him. “Why do you let her get to close to you!” She complained. He knew that you weren’t like that, you helped him get out of the negative head space he tends to get into when he’s having trouble performing. When he’s stuck over working himself in the practice room, you are always there to drag him away. He felt this comfortable, beautiful felling. He felt safe when you were around.

But… that’s his girlfriend. If Irene didn’t like how close you were, he had to do something. He wanted to just tell you nicely and quickly, just mention it without to much thought. He know you would understand. but he couldn’t find it in himself to tell you to keep your distance-

Eventually… when you went to hug him goodbye after venting about your week, almost on the verge of tears, he saw his girlfriend standing there, upset, mad? Outraged? Jealous? Whatever. She walked away. He was desperate to fix things and kinda blurred out what he know his girlfriend would want him to say. it came out. “Hey y/n stop” he pushed you back, you almost fell back. “You are getting really touchy! It’s annoying- and weird. We are friends ok?” He paused to look at you. Ripping his eyes away from you, to stop the aching feeling. It felt as if he couldn’t keep either of you happy. He felt overwhelmed “Do not cross this line” he slide his foot in front of you, making a makeshift line. you looked down then looked at him in shock. “What?” “I said stay away from me, you are so clingy… I have a girlfriend” he looked back at his girlfriend who had stopped to catch what he was going to say. He looked back at you with a desperate look hoping you would understand after seeing his girlfriend there, you didn’t, you were already walki- jogging away.

I doubt he knew that you two were going to be doing a dance together 5 days later.

did you like him? Yes, but would you EVER try to take him away from his girlfriend? No! You were content with your one sided love. But.. were you coming across to touchy? No NO way. How could he say that to you? Or at least how could he say that to you like… THAT?!

“Hey?” You whipped you head to look at him. “Your doing it wrong” you realized how deep in thought you were. Forgetting your stuck in a dance studio with the same person who told you to stay away from him. After that night, you avoided him like the plague. He was at the cafe? You were in the bathroom. He was using the treadmill? That’s fine you’ll just go for a run in 26° weather. That was until you manager put you two together….

“Lemme show you” he walked towards you . As he moved closer you shuffled away. He paused and you looked at the ground. Uncomfortably looking at everything but him. “Sh-show me from there” you gestured to him. He was confused. Did he forget already!? He put his hands a feet into position and you followed. He began moving his hips and you.. tried to follow. “No, not like that…” he move to help you once more, in which you responded by shuffling away…. Once more. He sighs closing his eyes in disbelief and frustration. “Fine let me just get the laptop from the cabinet and show you the demo. Where are the keys To the cabinet?”

You are not usually petty, but today felt like and exception. “In my pocket. here” you grab the keys from your Jacket pocket and put your hand out. He went to grab it when…”oh wait!” You snatch you hand way and gestured your finger for him to wait. You walk over to the counter and grab a wipe to wipe off the keys. Minghao laughs- but doesn’t not look amused at all. finally realizing your point. He pokes the side of his cheek with his tongue, looking away in annoyance. You walk back to him (but not to close) drawing a line with you feet, the same line he made the other night. And toss the keys across on the floor. “Gotta make sure I don’t cross the line” you give him a smile. He stared at you attentively. “Your upset.” It was more of a statement then an question. “Really?” you sarcastically ask avoiding his obvious evaluation.

When he walks back with the laptop you back away again. pointing to the ‘very real line’ on the floor. He rolls his eyes and scoffs. “Are you really doing this right now?” He Voiced “You hurt my feelings hao, and you haven’t even apologized. I understand you have a girlfriend, if she feels uncomfortable with me- I mean if she doesn’t like us bein- you could have told me to-“ you stopped yourself you realize you are just stammering over your words, and it’s making you look weak. “-you have to deal with the consequences” you muttered the last bit. he stares at you for a good minute. Eyes drilling holes into yours as you do everything in your power to avoid his harsh murderous gaze.

He placed the laptop on the line and stand back up. You squat down to pick it up, but he joined you, grabbing into your hands. You try to pull away but he refuses to let go, until you look up at him. You are silent and flushed. His hands were warm and… big. You didn’t realized you were holding your breath. “I’m sorry y/n, i was wrong. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like I did, you are my friend and I don’t want to lose you. I shouldn’t have let Irene effect me like that. I was an asshole.” … “forgive me.” Again it wasn’t much of a question but more of a statement. Panicking for a moment You nod while you mind catches up with you and you finally register the distance between you. “Hao your girlfriend-“ you start, she would have his head for this. “-we broke up” interrupting. he smiles at your reaction. Your shocked face became more prominent. You were paralyzed. He could see the horror in your eyes.

Did they break up because of you? You felt guilty, responsible. Like you just committed a crime. Maybe if you weren’t so dramatic in the first plac- “It wasn’t because if you” he lies, patting your head. He stands up pulling you with him. “Now that we are back on good terms put the laptop back and let me help you with this move.”

[lils-of-the-valley]

Better late than never! I've been avoiding social media since it came out because I didn't have time to watch it until now. Here are my thoughts and reactions while watching Mr. Pigeon 72! Also, disclaimer, I watch the French dub, so if there's a difference between that and the English version, well, oops?

Alya just watching Maribug looking like a mad scientist as she rambles is a mood

Poor Mr. Pigeon. He just loves his birds

Do Tom and Sabine not question the explosions from their daughter's room? Also how many times has this happened before?

There's something beautiful about Alya calling LB Marinette

I love Alya if yall didn't already know that! She's Mari's common sense when she spirals and I love that in a friend. Because I'm Mari and my best friend is my Alya

Alya, bb, how are you so wise? "When I'm fixated on a thing and I think of nothing else, that's when I find myself stuck. You know what you need right now? A break!"

Mari is so stubborn, baby, please, take a break

So she said it was a science project

Idk Tom, if my kid was blowing things up, I might want to check

"Life isn't waiting until the storm has passed; it's learning to dance in the rain" Alya's grandmother is quite the wise woman. I see where she gets it from

Mari, baby, it's not something to be taken literally.....

Wait, Trixx and Alya together 🥺🥺

Alya, you sly fox

KAGAMINETTE????

Ok, I know Mari is repressing her feelings because she feels like she can't be with anyone, but baby girl is growing up. I know she still loves him and all, but she also knows that with how she's acting, she won't get anywhere with it

Mari is so sweet and such a good friend to Kagami

And Alya is an amazing friend I love her so so much

MARI'S OUTFIT AAAAHHHHH

Oh, those are pjs. Still cute

Mari has no shame when it comes to her friends

Mari is trying so hard to do the right thing for Kagami, trying to make her happy, but she's forgetting to listen

Plagg is Adrien's Alya (or Chat Noir's Alya, because Nino can't do it, not yet)

I just want to know how Adrien got a hold of a duffle bag of cheese and managed to sneak it in, like, doesn't that smell?

Ok, but what's Bob Roth's job, seriously?

What can Adrien not do, seriously?

What the fuck this Mari type? That's not french, that's... Idk what language that is

Wait, is Adrien only allergic to pigeons? I thought it was all birds

Mari owns Dora's backpack's cousin, the duffle bag

What's the use of the bathing caps if your hair is out (I am aware that for aesthetics, hair is necessary. No shade to Aspik, but)

Mari, I think you're projecting onto Kagami, trying to live through her because you can't be with him

Ok, but the girls are actually adorable, even if Mari is going a little overboard here

ouch, Adrien....

THE BIRD! NO!!!

Why am I surprised that Bob Roth's name is Robert? Bob is a nickname for Robert

I hate Hawkmoth (Shadowmoth?) and Bob Roth so so much

Oh no, Kitty noir...

RENA TIMEEEEEE

Oh, that's how they communicate through the flute

Alya controlling the fake Ladybug and Chat Noir is like he writing a fanfic of her own, but live

Rando civilians that look nothing like Kitty and Buginette, nice touch Alya

I hate Hawkmoth so much.....

Bug is just.... NEW OUTFIT????? OH I LOVE

And a safety charm!!

Also, is Mr. Ramier just really tall or is Mari tiny? Because he's like 1.5x her height and at age 14, she's not growing for much longer.....

Kagami saying the real things to Mari. Calling her out for her projecting. I kinda wanna see Kagami tag-teaming with Alya to put sense through Mari's head when she's spiraling

IS THAT IN THE RAIN????

REVERSE RAIN SCENE!!! OH ITS SO CUTE!!!

ADRIEN WHAT WAS THAT LOOK?? Also, is Adrien getting clumsy a sign that he's falling for Mari? And Mari being able to talk to him is a sign of her maturing!

And she's talking Alya's advice literally with the dancing in the rain thing!

FINAL THOUGHTS! As usual, I loved this episode! The Alya/Mari dynamic was amazing and I hope we get to see the girls working together some more! And I love Alya's firmness with Mari, it's what she needs. Also more Kagami/Mari moments! Kagami is also firm with Mari and I'd love to see her integrated in the girl squad, or at least become friends with Alya, so they can get through to Mari together. Adrien was cute this episode but I'm really curious about the clumsy moment of his. We know that the first rain scene is the moment Mari fell, so is this reversed one the moment Adrien falls? Oh! I cant wait for more!!!!!