#im a sucker for alll these

[whump-in-the-closet]

The Small Moments

its the small moments in whump for me, those glimpses right before and after your character loses it all in no chronological order

-- the hitched breath after a blow to the face

-- the sound of footsteps in the hallway, and the flinching when the door opens

-- the soft sound, more animal than human, when whumpee pulls a blood-drenched hand away from their side

-- caretaker leaning over whumpee, whispering assurances that they cant keep

-- when the curses catch in whumpee's throat and all they can manage is a strangled, don't...please

-- when whumpee stumbles and clings to the doorway. better when they look up and meet caretaker's eyes. The slow, dreaded realization. caretaker lunges forward, but not in time to catch whumpee

-- when whumpee's head hits the tiles with a thud

-- the panic they swallow down when they see Whumper for the first time

-- the added details of used knives, splattered with dried blood, faded from crimson to rusty brown

-- the dead, hollowed-out light in whumpee's eyes after they're rescued

-- coughing that turns into whumpee doubling over, and desperately, so desperately trying to hide the fact they coughed up blood

-- a still hand, palm up on the floor, and no semblance of consciousness. The pool of blood around them is growing

-- caretaker pausing-- oh. oh god-- when they rush through the door to rescue whumpee, their eyes widening and stomach dropping, before cutting whumpee down from their restraints

-- Whumper tracing whumpee's jaw with the tip of their finger. "Now, isn't this nice."

-- When Whumper kicks Whumpee when they're already down and all Whumpee can manage is a small curse.

-- When Whumper yanks Whumpee's head up by their hair and Whumpee has to squint because of the sudden, sharp light

-- whumpee clutching a sink for a long moment before turning on the faucet and splashing water in their face to hide the fact they've been crying

anyway.

this.

[seiwas]

omg im scared my tags are gonna get cut out

were he not born to be a hero he must surely be born for this. <- I LOOOOVE THISS my GODD are u KIDDDDINGME i looooove that so much monty :(( how it ties back in to the start!!

and the way!! he uses what he learned on izuku. and izuku really DID burst into a million tears 🥺 poor guy probs needs it THE MOST WAAAH i loooove this lil interaction i am MUSH

and when he realises its different from touching you??? OHHHH. BOYYYYYY.

i love this monty thank u for writing this

STEADY BEGINNINGS ┊ TODOROKI SHOUTO

tags: GN reader, developing relationship (eventual friends to lovers), touch starved shouto, physical affection (hand holding + long hugs), good god the yearning, obliviousness, jealousy, fluff + angst, pro hero shouto, reader works at hero agency

wc: 3.8K

series masterlist: 2/5

Shouto was born to be a hero.

It is a sentiment shared by reporters and fans alike. Todoroki Shouto, the pride of Endeavor, the saving grace of his family name. True, his development had been entirely up to chance—no matter the intent or cruel desperation behind his father’s actions, he had to rely on the probability that the next offspring would win the genetic lottery—but low and behold, he did, and to many people that alone was a sign of destiny at work.

Ultimately, he chose to continue the path of being a hero himself, but no higher being put him there. His father did. At the time of his birth Shouto had not been a son, not even a baby. He was a project. A small, shapeless, squirmy thing. Malleable, like any young mind. It’s a miracle he retained any will and individuality.

Sometimes when alone with his thoughts, Shouto would hypothesise on the whys and the hows. The conclusion he always comes to is this: any sort of reality in which Shouto succumbs to his father’s ideals and manipulation would have to be a world in which his mother does not exist.

While his existence was planned, and wanted, he was to be a hero and as such, wasn’t cut from love—that came after. He loved his mother. So much so that when she hurt, he hurt. When she cried, he cried. She taught him what it meant to be gentle, to have hope, to aspire to be his own person. Years spent amongst the country's finest heroes and Shouto still regarded his mother as the bravest woman he knew, strong because she refused to be hardened by her circumstances; soft so that she can’t be broken again.

You are like his mother in that regard. Those same echoes of reassurance that softness isn’t weakness, and it isn’t earned. You’ve been touching him more as of late, as if determined to prove it. Static between brushed fingertips, words expressed by simply pressing your knees together, the weight of your hand on his bicep to garner his attention. The build up is subtle and cumulative and yet each instance strikes him with the magnitude of a thermodynamic explosion.

Nobody bats an eyelid to this shift in physicality, which makes it all the more difficult to determine whether he is reading into things or not. It could be that he’s noticing those small instances only because it’s you, and you are all he can think about lately.

You’ve given him permission to reciprocate. He merely has to ask for more if he wants it. What Shouto hadn’t accounted for is the unbearability of being vulnerable enough to ask. An innocent “can you hug me?” becomes so much more daunting to voice with all that longing crowded up behind it. He can’t help worrying you’ll see right through to the bottom of his desires.

A hand comes into view. Bakugo’s ash-smudged finger and thumb pinch and snap together in front of his face. “Come back to Earth, dumbass. Your thousand yard stare is scarin’ my new assistant”.

Shouto blinks out of his stupor and the blurred vignette surrounding his vision recedes. He glances at the skittish man sitting outside Bakugo’s office currently sending worried glances over his shoulder. “I think he’s more scared that you’re back,” Shouto intones dryly. “Isn’t he the fourth one this year?”

“Not my fault they’re all wimps,” Bakugo huffs. A slap reverberates around the office as he throws down a manila folder onto his desk and drops heavily into his chair. He regards Shouto with suspicion overtop his computer monitor. “Whatever you were just thinkin’ about—stop”.

“You don’t know what I’m thinking about”.

“I know you always manage to make Olympic level leaps in logic,” Bakugo rolls his eyes and tears open the folder. He slides out what Shouto assumes is a debrief and flips it between his fingers. Shouto keeps quiet. He reclines into the couch cushions and returns to reading the incident report on his lap, counting down from ten in the privacy of his mind. Anytime now.

Three, two, one.

“So what is it?” Bakugo asks, trying too hard to sound flippant but landing squarely on irritation. “Spit it out before you give yourself an aneurysm”.

Shouto opens his mouth and closes it again. A wave of hot embarrassment washes over him. He knows Bakugo will do him the kindness of being blunt and honest but it doesn’t make it any less humiliating to admit.

In their younger years Shouto saw something of a kindred spirit in Bakugo. He too did not like touch and aggressively voiced his distaste for it whenever he got the chance—which was often, because divine intervention sought fit to give him the most tactile, handsy friend group possible.

As they got older though, Shouto began to realise that the protests and threats were hollow. Despite being vehemently against affection, Bakugo would allow it anyway, and sometimes even seek it out. The aggression was bravado. Bakugo liked having his friends draped around his shoulders. He liked when Mina kissed his cheek, or Kaminari played with his hair, or Kirishima gathered him into a too-tight hug, or Sero tangled their ankles together on the couch.

Only, for him to comfortably accept it, Bakugo needed to act as though he were doing them a favour by allowing them into his space. And Bakugo’s friends played along without complaint.

From what he’s observed you are also an affectionate person. You are liberal with your warmth and adapt seamlessly to the boundaries of those around you. But you were also visibly uncomfortable whenever people took that affinity for intimacy as an open invitation, and recoiled if they encroached on your own.

Shouto has imagined reaching out only for your body to flinch away from him more times than he can count. It’s a battle staged in his head, ingrown fears. The possibility alone was enough to keep him from reciprocating, set in a state of fawn-like inertia.

“There’s somebody I want to get closer to. A friend,” he begins. Bakugo makes an inquisitive noise, props his cheek against his fist and narrows his eyes as he listens. Shouto retells the story in part, deciding to omit your name, and by the tail-end of it Bakugo’s forehead is deeply creased in dissatisfaction.

“You make all your own problems, Halfie. Y’know that?” he mutters, rubbing at the bridge of his nose and sinking back into his chair. “Fine, you don’t want to make this person uncomfortable, or whatever. If you need a hug so damn badly, why not ask Deku? Not like he’d say no”.

Knowing Bakugo would make his dilemma sound ridiculous is one thing, actually hearing it is another. “How do you know it isn’t about Midoriya,” Shouto returns petulantly.

“It ain’t Izuku or anyone else from your nerd squad,” Bakugo says, dropping his hand to drum on the desk. “I would’ve heard about it”.

“Why?”

“Because you don’t touch people. And that’s fuckin’ fine, yeah? But if you had, I know for a fact any one of them would’ve burst into tears and told everyone in a five mile radius”.

“Oh,” it leaves him a little off-kilter to hear. Shouto leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees, setting the report on the dark wood coffee table. The corner of the page is curled, and the spine is creased, and the ink annotation has smudged under his thumb. He details these things as he deliberates, the excuses cloying in his throat and thick like he might cry too.

Bakugo was right—if he craved close contact so badly, why couldn’t he go to Midoriya? He knows he would likely be met with enthusiasm.

“You don't have to tell me who. I don’t care. But you’re overthinking it,” Bakugo grunts at his lack of response, in a way that very much suggests that he cares. “Go ask. If they say ‘no’ it’s tough shit, but the world isn’t gonna end. From what you’ve told me they wouldn’t say ‘no’ anyway. Dumbass”.

Shouto nods and gives up the pretense of reading the paperwork. He feels coltish as he stands and brushes down his front, straightening the creases.

“You’re right”.

“I know”.

“Thank you, Bakugo,” he says. A small smile unfurls across his anxiety-bitten mouth. “You’re a good friend”.

“Shut up,” Bakugo grumbles. It’s a testament to his concern that he hadn’t cursed Shouto there and then. “Now get out of my office. What are you doing here in the first place? You got your own!”

“Yours gets all the sunlight. And it’s always quiet because nobody comes in here,” Shouto ignores the baleful slit of an eye Bakugo turns on him. “I’m going to take my lunch now”.

“Do what you want,” Bakugo dismisses haughtily, and Shouto smiles while thinking, not for the first time, that he’s very lucky to have friends like these.

The fidgety assistant bows as he exits and turns into the sun-drenched hallway. Warmth drapes around Shouto’s shoulders, lingering at his nape while he descends the dark stairwell where the light doesn’t reach. His boots thud against the linoleum, and he counts each footfall to keep his face neutral as his legs carry him toward your department.

Somewhere between one and one hundred and thirteen, a fraction of Shouto’s courage starts to dwindle. He grits his teeth. A hundred steps can’t be enough to dissuade him after decades of denying himself any kind of indulgence.

The further he goes into the support wing the more elaborate the layout becomes. You’re in research and development, assigned a workshop close to the quirk analysts. Heads turn as Shouto rolls through. Heroes didn’t often make personal visits to this area. If he thinks hard enough he could count a grand number of two past visits and neither of them were for you.

His stride falters when he catches sight of your nameplate. It is fixed to the wall outside your door, polished and gleaming proudly. Shouto traces the characters of your name engraved into steel before raising his hand to knock.

Your voice rings out from inside, “Come in!”

A pitched beeping sound comes from overhead. The workshop doors begin to open in a theatrical fashion, receding like curtains to reveal your space. The floor is mapped out with tape. Clear boundaries drawn between the work benches, the fume cupboards, the vault and your personal office, in an attempt at organised chaos. He might have been more interested in poking around for the first time if he had not felt on the edge of intrusion.

You’re tucked behind your curved desk surrounded by numerous monitors that dwarf your frame. Shouto furtively takes in your cute, rumpled appearance. The upper half of your coveralls have been undone to reveal an undervest, sleeves tied tight around and accentuating your waist.

“Take a seat, I’ll be with you in…” the dull tapping of practiced keystrokes comes to a stop as you notice him in the doorway. The professional veneer disappears. “Shouto?” you say, mostly to yourself. Your gaze slides beyond his shoulder, looking for whoever might be accompanying him. “Is everything okay?”

There’s a worried twist in your mouth that he wants to smudge away. A look in your eyes—a combination of warmth and weight that tugged at his being. Shouto rolls his shoulders, shaking off the tension, and moving deeper into your office. The doors close automatically behind him. “I’m okay,” he assures, taking the seat across from you.

Your expression gentles, and he likes how your gaze follows him. “I was wondering if you wanted to have lunch with me,” he continues. “But if you’re working I can head back”.

“Lunch?” you repeated. Your eyes darted to the corner of the monitor closest to you and promptly widened. “Oh, shit. When did that happen?”

An upswing of fondness catches him like a blow to the chest. His mouth quirks into a smirk. “How long have you been here?”

“Too long. I got lumped with a new project a few days ago and it’s almost done,” the monitors shut off one by one as you sheepishly press each button. Then you gave him a soft, apologetic look, “I’m sorry I’ve been so busy. Must’ve missed me if you came all the way down here”.

Dread shriked through him. The low whirring from the equipment scattered around your workspace is suddenly inordinately loud. Was he that obvious?

You, however, fail to notice Shouto’s anxiety and grab him around the wrist as you pivot the desk. “C’mon. Let’s go before the good stuff is gone,” you tell him.

Shouto had absolutely no clue what the ‘good stuff’ entailed—maybe he should’ve bothered to ask. Atleast it would take his mind off your hand. It’s wrapped around his sleeve, right where the fabric ends, loose enough for him to unshackle from if he wants. When he doesn’t protest the contact you stroke your thumb in an arc over the heel of his hand and squeeze.

Shouto falls into step, too caught up to realise you’ve taken him to the cafeteria. He expects you’ll drop his wrist in the presence of your colleagues, yet you adjust your grip and glance back at him with an encouraging tilt of your head.

“I’m starving. I think I’ll get a rice bowl. Smells pretty good today, don’t you think?”

Shouto hummed his agreement. He felt out of his depth, and he didn’t trust his voice. The spark of giddiness was doing embarrassing things to his throat. The line is mercifully short and before long he has a warm bowl of food held against his front.

“Did you want to sit in here? I can take us to one of the senior staff lounges instead if you want,” you cast a nervous look across the sparse crowd. “I mean, support engineers aren’t really gossiping types but…”

A petty part of him hoped the whispers would escalate. To have your name linked with his, to be known as a person that you cared about—he found that deeply satisfying, for reasons he couldn’t yet put his finger on.

Then again, being alone with you far eclipsed the appeal of flaunting your friendship. “The senior staff lounge sounds best,” he answers after a minute of feigned consideration. You nod, regretfully having dropped his hand, and motion for him to follow once more.

The lounge is a modest room with a kitchenette, a breakfast nook and a few bean bag chairs. It smells faintly like peeled oranges. There are post it notes and blueprints haphazardly stuck to the pinboard, covering an out of date calendar filled out in illegible scrawl. This is no shop awning. There is no rainfall to lend to the ambiance. But you are together in an enclosed space, and that is enough to make his heart beat in anticipation.

You scoot into the breakfast nook. He sits on the same side of the table and tries to subtly spread his knees enough to nudge your thigh. You side-glance in surprise but choose not to mention it. Instead you smile through your first mouthful and ask, “How've things been since I last saw you?”

Achy, like he’s used an atrophied muscle. Lonely, and frustrating beyond words. But he doesn’t say any of that. He digs crescents into his thigh through his pant leg and says, “Boring”.

“Figured that might be the case. I saw the livestream of you fighting Haywire,” you bump your shoulder against his. “The Commission probably dumped a whole load of paperwork on you, huh?”

Shouto wrinkles his nose. He hoped you hadn’t caught that fight. The pursuit of Haywire—an eco terrorist with an electrical quirk—managed to cause an unprecedented amount of damage to the city infrastructure.

“You handled it as best you could. The power grid can be fixed. What’s important is people are alive because of you,” a warm weight covers the fingers restlessly whittling at his pant leg. You pet his hand, “I’m glad you weren’t hurt”.

Guided solely by his impulses, the instant you start to draw back he envelops the top of your hand and sandwiches it between his own. He goes hot and cold all over in quick succession. Boundaries, he reminds himself. But you’re not pulling away. You’re studying him with a knowing gleam in your eye.

Shouto clears his throat. Heat pricks across his skin, concentrated in his cheekbones. “Sorry,” he says. You can ask, a memory echoes. “Is this okay?”

“You don’t have to apologise. I told you it’s fine,” you reply firmly. “I’m happy to remind you if you need to hear it”.

“No, I…” his brow furrows. “I’ve been thinking”.

“That’s not good”.

Shouto snorts and shakes his head, his amusement petering out into a shallow breath. “I want to ask. I’ve wanted to ask like you said I could,” he explains vaguely. “I’m not very good at it, I think”.

You make a soft, understanding sound that immediately sets him at ease. “I guess, after denying yourself something for so long it can be scary to let yourself have it again,” you murmur, a faraway look in your eyes. After a pensive moment the sheen fades and your laughter lines deepen, “I’ll do what I did before, then. If you look like you need a hug I’ll ask you instead”.

“In what way do I ‘look like’ I need a hug?”

“You get this—I don’t know how to explain it,” you gesture vaguely at him. “This blankness about you, but not your normal resting face, I mean you don’t seem all there. I don’t like it. I like it best when you’re happy”.

“Ah,” comes his eloquent response. Shouto drops his gaze to where your hands knot together. Every quark in his body is urging him to get closer, and remain close. “Bakugo thinks I should try to hug Midoriya, too,” he adds, oddly flustered.

“Huh. You talked to Bakugo about—? That’s a surprise. A nice surprise, I mean! Well, Midoriya does give great hugs. It would be good for you to…”

Shouto’s thoughts grow louder and he frowns down at his rice. You’re saying something about physical touch and wellness and friends. Dopamine and serotonin. It barely registers. Two truths are pinging around his skull.

You have hugged Midoriya. Of course you have. You’re friends.

You think he’s great at it.

Why is that so unsettling? Teenagers think like this. Single minded and overly emotional.

He feels the shifting of your knuckles under his palm. “Hey. You’ll need one of these back if you’re going to eat,” you say.

“Right,” he lifts his left hand and picks up his chopsticks to take a pinch of rice from his bowl. He chews until the clamouring in his mind has settled, and you patiently accept his stoic silence without explanation. Shouto hasn’t been this awkward since highschool, and even then he was too wrapped up in his familial problems to be aware of it.

“What’s the project you’ve been working on?” he eventually asks.

You take the change of topic in your stride, leaning closer and lowering your voice to an excited whisper, “I’m not supposed to tell you but—it’s for Deku’s new costume”.

“Midoriya is getting a new costume?” Shouto replies. You playfully shush him and he pouts a little.

“Don’t sulk. He doesn’t know yet either,” you poke a chopstick at the corner of his jutted mouth. “It’s my job to prepare a design portfolio and talk through everything next week. You’ll get a new one too, when you break the top five”.

“If,” he amends.

“You don’t think you’ll move up?”

“Reaching the top was never really a priority for me,” Shouto’s attention splinters, half of his focus on the conversation and the other on the sensation of your skin. He considers overturning his hand to entwine your fingers. “I just want to be the best hero I can be”.

You hum, and as if plucking the desire right from his mind, absentmindedly slip into the gaps between his fingers. Shouto steadies his breathing and takes another mouthful.

The rest of the hour passes, syrupy and slow like molasses. By the final minute Shouto’s palm is sticky and reluctant to part from yours. You usher him out from the breakfast nook first, stacking the empty bowls before directing him back toward the emptied cafeteria.

You slide the bowls along the counter for the kitchen staff to take. Then you wipe your hands down your front as you pivot to face him, thrusting out both arms as he stands frozen.

“Can I hug you?”

Shouto touches his face and you laugh.

“This is because I want one,” you clarify with a warm grin, beckoning him closer.

Shouto inhales steps into the embrace, his arms instinctively wrapping around your back. There are less layers this time—the heat of your body is overwhelming, alongside the gentle rise of goosebumps across your bare shoulders. Your breath fell gently on his collarbone, his head lowering to curl into you. He thinks, were he not born to be a hero, he must surely be born for this.

“Thank you,” you mumble, squeezing his waste a final time as you retreat. “I’ll talk to you later, yeah?”

Shouto nods. Your presence moves away like the sun being blocked out and he watches you go, departing words caught in his teeth, an incessant buzz in his fingertips. The walk back to his office is a gauzy yellow haze. Every physiological response in his body told him that he was in a free fall, despite his feet being firmly on the ground.

“Shouto!”

Shouto halts mid-step at the familiar voice. He turns to look at Izuku, at the tentative beginnings of his smile. “Izuku,” he says.

“We missed you at lunch—are you feeling alright?” Izuku asks, slightly bemused. “You look kinda… floaty,” his eyes are dark, softened in the afternoon light as they sweep over Shouto’s figure and his face.

"Izuku," Shouto said before he could convince himself otherwise, “Do you want a hug?”

The innocent question appeared to crash into Izuku with the levity of a bullet train in motion. Tears sprang to his eyes, brighter now. Shouto tenses as he is swept into a solid hug. Izuku smells like fresh air, sweat and sweet-salty broth. He holds Shouto as though trying to keep his seams from bursting; thick arms are secure around his shoulders, and a rough palm rubs broad strokes down his back, smoothing the tension until Shouto is relaxed.

You were right. Izuku does give great hugs. Shouto came away doughy, and fuller, and with the stark realisation that while touching Izuku soothed the ache, it still felt completely different to touching you.

Later, as he leaned his head against the desk surface, he sluggishly contemplated the implications of that.

[shellxrls]

okay let’s talk about how John b fucks. because ohmyfuckinggod

he has such and incredible, immaculate, crazy, aneurism inducing stroke game I cannot even begin to describe it. he just gets it. like ughhh.

he’s so thick and girthy and his VEINS!!! ugh. like I swear it just makes it even better. he has this one vein that runs alll the way down the underside of his cock NMFJFJDH. perfection.

okay I’m going off topic. when John b fucks. he takes it seriously. he will never, and I mean never intentionally neglect someone that he loves. and he is very very firm about that rule in the bedroom.

he always takes it slow at the beginning. he is amazing with the foreplay. sloppy kisses and HEAD!!! AMAZING HEAD!!!! and fingering. oh the fingering.

he knows he’s big, and he knows that it’s nearly impossible to get used to like ughhgh. has to spend minutes jst using his fingers to get me stretched out and ready.

and yall already know HE TALKS THROUGH IT!!! he uses the nickname ‘dolly’ which honestly I wasn’t expecting but I did not complain I can tell you that.

he lovessss pretty noises, and honestly acts like he’s not expecting it and maybe he isn’t but like.. ?? you really expect me not to whimper when ur four fingers knuckles deep inside??

but genuinely, he’s so soothing and lovely. comforting works and always coaxing sweetly.

the foreplay varies by instance but the sex is almost always the same. medium paced, gentle but rough, and soooo just ugh. makes the brain go to mush on autopilot.

he’s just so daddy. like omg. omg. ugh. daddy. he is daddy. daddy is him. I cannot exaggerate this enough.

he is dick is so perfect literally every time he goes in he hits that spot. you know the spot.

he makes these little grunting noises every time he thrusts in it’s so hawt like omg.

he LOVES a good mating press.

he’s also a titty sucker. and. he is. a. TOTAL. munch. he’s so sloppy when he’s suckin on the clit all perfect.

and you bet he does not EVER struggle to find the clit either. this man has experience.

he is also HEAVY. like his whole person he jst pins me down so effortlessly ugh. he literally radiates dominance.

he’s also a chronic clit rubber 🤞🏻always had a thumb on my clit over my shorts or under my skirt.

and he reeks of casual dominance. if I’m being bratty or just whiny he’ll just cup my pussy like it’s nothing. talking in that low voice like SLUT ME OUT.

he lovesss receiving head. normally he’ll be sitting down, me on my knees infront of him. he holds my hair back and guides me <333 ugh he is just SO daddy.

he also loves dry humping <3 ugh like if we’re outside the chateau at sunset n ill just hump on him for ages like YESSS.

also this surprised me but he has a mild choking kink, not like hardcore but he’ll wrap a hand round the throat definitely, even if he doesn’t apply too much pressure.

he’s also a pretty moaner <3

massive breeding kink too!!!! like ugh mhh ohh I love it. he shoots BIG loads so those creampies are immaculate.

when it’s all finished he’ll dip and hand down and scoop some of his cum up and feed it to me <333 mhh

and he is the KING!!! of aftercare. the absolute sweetest. has a checklist in his mind of things to make sure we both keep up our personal hygiene during and after sex. always wiped me up and is very avid that I don’t do too much very physical stuff after cause he fucks for a long time and he fucks deep so bet I’ll be tired af.

lots of cuddles and kisses <33 ugh love him.

okay I think that’s all the points but if I’ve missed anything out or if there’s anything else yall wanna know lmk!!

- rafe shifter

CRYING SCREAMING THIS IS MY BIBLE. this is my holy text oh my god.

PLSS i know that one vein must jut out and feel so fucking GOOD ohmygosksjsjdk.

i can’t even function him just being casually dominant and so daddy mode is making me SICK . clenching my thighs i knew he wld be like this <33.

‘dolly’ IS SO CUTE IM SICK PLEASE. it’s def the grandpa in him and i’d say it to his face no shame 🙏🏼.

i can imagine the grunts i know they’re practically punched outta him with every grind and thrust AGH !!

love that he uses your clit like a little fidget toy that so cute !! i’d never stop wearing shorts and skirts around him tbh bcuz that’s daddy wdym !!

also jeez i need to write a breath play drabble with him now bcuz i’d never though ab it before but i bet those biceps are perfect for choking someone out <3.

i love him so much and once again THANK YOU BABES !! cannot ever say it enough honestly this has been the highlight of my week and i love talking ab it with you <3.

[enhaflixer]

hi so i just finished reading cherry trees and let me tell u… best bit of my night 😭 it just appeared on my feed cos one of my moots reblogged it and i’ve been needing some emotional turmoil lately (cus im a sucker for angst meheh) aaaaaahh immaculate writingggg wonderful workkk chefs kiss !!! ✨

thank you!!! i really wasn't expecting the love i got on that fic at alll but i really really appreciate it!

[osarina]

I must confess that I think about your writing a lot. Like even the ideas that you put out and haven't fully fleshed out, I'll find myself thinking about it and I can see it so clearly in my head. Anytime I read something, depending on how it's written, I can very clearly see like a movie happening in my head and your writing accomplishes that very well.

All that is to say, I love your writing and the ideas that you have! I especially love how one way or another the universes connect to one another (I'm a sucker for multiverses)!

nonnie just go ahead and steal my heart already. thank you so much i am literaly going to burst into tears </333 no but truly this ask means the whole world to me i literally wanna frame it bc sometimes i post all my ideas on here as i get them and its like i KNOW u guys are reading it ofc but at the same time its just like i never really think it sticks with people so altho i know im not screaming to the void, it feels like screaming to the void bc im just blurting alll of my thoughts out here kafhaisudfh and sometimes im like worried if i get annoying about it HAHAH so pls it is so nice to hear i love u dearly <33

AND YESSS OMGGGG MY FELLOW MULTIVERSE LOVER <333 every time i can add a parallel to one of my fics, or i can add a new universe to pmreader it literally makes my wholel day HAHAHAH i literaly love it so much i love that u guys love it too

[libraryfag]

feel free to pick & choose if this is too many, but merrily (as well), trc, and hamlet for the ask game!!

holy trinity of media that makes me insane about tragedy!

Merrily:

Favorite character: a tie between Charly and Mary.... i literally cannot chose between them Second favorite character: Frank, to complete the trio, he's such an asshole but i do love him

Least favorite character: Not a proper answer because I really don't have a least favorite character but gussie was honestly done a little bit dirty by the show.i understand that it's a very easy way of showing how the friendship collapsed overtime but the show makes it seem like it was all gussies fault and i feel so bad for her because it wasn't as if she was deliberately doing it it just sorta happened but whatever.

The character I’m most like: hm. i think maybe Act Two Frank specifically just bc im so so in love with theatre. merrily is so so special to me bc it really captures that magic. not a character but i really really relate to Opening Doors bc thats just what writing a show is like or making any art reallly.

Favorite pairing: Frank/Charly/Mary not just platonic not romantic not sexual but a secret fourth thing (including all the above) they loved each other so much!

Least favorite pairing: theo I totally agree with everything you said about frank and meg. i cant think of anyone else i could say so i might as welll copy your answer

Favorite moment: Opening Doors which has grown on me since i heard that Sondheim said it was his only autobiographic song. as well as the previously discussed reliability of it, it's such an earworm, like ive had it stuck in my head basically alll year its crazy. Also it shows how close they were together which makes it incredibly heartbreaking also

Rating out of 10: 9/10. its one of my favourite musicals ever! obligatory point reduction for whatever was wrong with the original production (Hal Prince wtf were you doing casting children??)

The Raven Cycle

Favorite character: Ronan Lynch <3 Second favorite character: oh god. im just going to say chainsaw bc i love her so much and i don't want to single out any of the other protagonists bc then i feel bad.

Least favorite character: Maggie Steifvater is such a great author I cannot name a single character I'm not 100% invested in, even ones that would be so easy to get bored by, like Mr Gray or Greenmantle I need to learn everything about them ever.

The character I’m most like: gansey tbh. to the point where i try not to think about it

Favorite pairing: all of the guys (aka blue, gansey, adam, ronan, noah and maybe henry, i don't know him so well yet). basically the same as my merrily answer, labels don't really matter: what matters is they all love each other so so much its insaneeeeeee. im also a big sucker for whatever ronan and adam have going on

Least favorite pairing: tbh i wasn't so invested in maura and the gray man at first.

Favorite moment: i love it when ronan is protective of chainsaw.. he loves that bird so much

Rating out of 10: 11/10 aka so good its literally having a detrimental impact on my school results and mental health/sleep :)

Hamlet

Favorite character: Hamlet Thee Dane. truly the character of all time

Second favorite character: i think about ophelia every single day

Least favorite character: depends on the production tbh. like i used to not care about laertes and polonius, but i became obsessed with the former either last year or the year before, and the version i read this year (Nicki Greenberg's graphic novel which i would recommend) had a really engaging interpretation of the latter which was so good i got sad when he died.

The character I’m most like: hamlet is literally me btw.

Favorite pairing: tragic danish boyfriends is a classic and brilliant but hamlet and laertes also upsets me so so much. like they are literally perfect foils

Least favorite pairing: ugh. gertrude and hamlet sexually. freud suck my dick

Favorite moment: yes ive seen/read it 5 times now. no, i've never not been emotionally destroyed by the ending

Rating out of 10: 10/10. one of the best pieces of fiction ever. which is a totally subjective statement but also im right.

[voidrantss]

TYSM @caprart1 for tagging me WOOO! 🫂⭐️

Last Song: CALNE CA: Bacterial Contamination. SUCH A BANGER RAAA! Kinda wanna draw CALNE CA …my beloved….

Favorite Color: I love black {of course I’m alternative lol} but I’m a huge sucker for neon blue!!!!

Last Book: GRRR It’s been a while since I’ve touched a book for fun outside of school reading. I don’t really remember :( I did start reading a Traces of Two Pasts though!

Last Movie: Wise guys with my family, it was okay I guess just NOT my sense of humour.

Last TV Show: IM BLANKING HOW DO I NOT REMEMBER?! With my family I watch Seinfeld all the time at dinner lol.

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: ALLL OF THEMMM. Here’s some of my favorite foods! Spicy chicken wings, cheddar and sour cream chips, and for dessert I am so down bad for coffee cake!

Last Online Search: Uuuuu I think it was “Starbucks Menu” lol. I google pretty frequently art videos on YouTube though.

Current Obsession: FINAL FANTASY 7 DUUUUUUUH…AND CHAOS; HEAD/ CHAOS; CHILD.

Looking Forward To: FF7 REBIRTH PART 3 AND RE-FUELING MY FF7 HYPERFIXATION! I’m also hoping to start working on an sefikura storyline in the form of a comic? And with the comic I also want to write certain parts of it hehe. {don’t count on it anytime soon. I need to plunge head deep in my ff7 hyperfixation to be motivated too lol}. I also have to get the true ending of Chaos; Head soOOOOOOO.

If you’re feeling up to it moots! :) {you guys are all so amazing AAAA} @blondedingdong @chaosandriotcrew @dusk-bun

10 people I’d like to know better

Yayyy! This is fun! Thank you @tea-kettle-tea-kettle AND @faery-berry-blast for including me! Loved y’all’s stuff :3

Last song: NUEVAYoL by Bad Bunny! This song is definitely outside of my regular comfort zone but it is a BANGER.

Favorite color: I’m in favorite color limbo right now!! I love wearing red but I think pink might be the next big contender.

Last book: Recently finished Qualityland by Marc-Uwe Kling. For a crushing Amazon-based dystopia, this was surprisingly so playful and fun. And I’m currently reading Joan of Arc by Mark Twain. What a Girlboss.

Last movie: Finally. FINALLY. Lord of the Rings: Return of the King. Oh god. I get it now.

Last TV show: I thiinnnk… Elena of Avalor? With my younger siblings? But let’s be real, the choice of show was solely for my benefit ;)

Spicy/sweet/savory: Sweet AND Spicy. I miss my habanero pineapple jam so much.

Last online search: “how does dry cleaning work” Girlies. I was shocked to find. It’s wet

Current obsession: subtly back on my us states bullshit

Looking forward to: I’ve got some very exciting classes this semester with some cool professors :D

Tagging @foreststarflaime @fridgefanatic @hibiscuslynx @the-phoenix-heart @wanderingnightingale @halcyonlauren @mur-art @s-e-v-e-n-24 @dailymothanon @hamletthedane

It’s fun to see what yall are up to! But no pressure

[scourge-sympathiser]

twirlz my hair heyy anybody got any good firegrey songz.. pref firestar POV but not required teehee

[storge]

Wait for me. When i get ranked, I’ll look for you.

[overrated-sheep]

alll so valid i love me a slow burn too and the domestic bunker bros are so cute

totally get the appeal of weirdcest, i really enjoy the idea of “ no, they’re not together they’re just like THAT” lol

i myself am more into wincest and i like to view their relationship as a monster in and of itself, i LOVE angst, i love when they’re being tortured by they’re feelings etc and im a sucker for cannibalism imagery

to me those two would live inside the other if they could or maybe split themselves in half and sew them together

more people should talk to me about their wincest hcs please and thanks

and maybe some fic ideas/ scenarios 👀👀👀👀

please…🩷

[viper-menae]

Late night Knightsona! Cheza, the dark knight guards an enchanted forest. She uses her sacred flames to guide those lost in her woods.

[itsallavengers]

(Mis)adventures of Cop!Tony & Thief!Steve

The police officer was almost bent double, regarding the picked lock and open safe as if it was having a conversation with him. There was no-one else in the room; the resident of the home had long since left the place- too upset to stay. They had just been burgled, after all.

“Safe appears to have been forced open,” the cop spoke into his walkie-talkie that was almost certainly not actually transmitting to anyone in particular, “no fingerprints or evidence of any sort, except for a footprint left by a size twelve foot. Probably looking for a tall man in the late thirties-”

“You’re looking for Rogers,” Tony said with a sigh, pushing open the door and regarding the scene of the crime with a raised eyebrow, “and no- he’s none of those things. He only puts the footprint down to fuck with you- thinks it’s funny, the little prick.”

The police officer- some recruit they’d hired a few weeks back that Tony couldn’t remember the name of- stared at him in surprise. “I- what are you doing here? And how the hell do you know that? This is a fresh crime and you just walked in.”

Tony kneaded his forehead and sighed. He was always sighing, these days. He was pretty sure exhalations had increased by at least 54% in the past year since Stupid Steve had arrived on the scene. “Because the perpetrator just sent me a selfie of him with the stolen item.”

The rookie gasped, stepping forward immediately. “You’re in contact with the perp?” He asked.

Tony just rolled his eyes, stepping forward and peering into the safe, checking the locks. Yep- that was definitely Steve’s style- he could fucking smell the guy on a crime scene at this point. “If I did- you think I’d be here? He sent it on a burner- been doing it for months now, every single time he makes a case. Is the home owner still here?”

The rookie stumbled a little, trying to process the surge of information. “I… so you’re saying a dangerous criminal has managed to obtain your number? Are you- are we safe?”

“He’s not-” Tony stopped, and pointedly did not sigh this time, “he’s not dangerous. Just an asshole.”

Yeah. Asshole indeed. Ever since the beginning of the year the guy had been making it his personal goal to try and annoy and irritate Tony as much as possible. 29 cases- all unsolved, all involving cat-burglary, theft, extortion or blackmail, and most importantly, all involving Steve Fucking Rogers.

Asshole. 

“Anyway,” Tony said, shaking his head and trying not to think about the mountain of paperwork that skinny law-dodging son of a bitch was going to have made for him that evening, “are the owners still here?”

“Can I see the picture?” Rookie asked, puffing his chest, “for evidence, you know.”

“No no no no, me first, then you,” Tony pointed to himself and clicked his tongue irritably. He was not in a good enough mood to be dealing with Rookies who wanted him to do perfectly reasonable things. “Are the owners still in the damn house?”

Rookie looked a little taken aback, but he shook his head. “Guy said he was too spooked to stay. Took an early vacation for a little while.”

Okay. See, now Tony was going to sigh again, dammit- next time he was going to catch Steve Rogers and make sure he never caused Tony any fucking hassle again- just see if he fucking didn’t. “Don’t they teach you kids about letting suspects just wander off? I’m sure they teach that. If they don’t, I suggest you learn it.”

Tony pulled a disc out of his folder and shoved it at the guy’s chest before turning on his heel. “That’s what was in the safe,” he said, waving a hand, “don’t watch it. It’s a ton of child porn.”

The Rookie reeled back in horror. “But- but- this house belongs to the mayor of the-”

“I’m aware,” Tony said dryly, “but not for much longer, if I can get ahold of him. I do have a nice pair of cuffs that would go well with his eyes, though. Any idea where he was headed?”

Rookie shook his head, and then looked back down at the disc. “How the fuck did you get this?” He asked, before catching on a second later and widening his eyes. “Did- the perp gave this to you, too?”

 Well, see, that just made Tony sound like a bad cop. He wasn’t a bad cop. He was one of the fucking best cops in New York. Just so happened that Rogers was a really, really good crook.

“It was in my mail this morning,” Tony bit out, “crime happened, what, 8 hours ago? Mail arrived 40 minutes ago, with that.”

He left out the letter Rogers had sent along with it- that one was still tucked away in his pocket, the string of numbers and the’call me if you fancy a real challenge ;) x’ still replaying in his mind like a broken record.

Stupid criminal. Stupid Criminal Steve who was just getting cocky, that’s all he was. 

“Go back to the precinct, kid,” Tony ran a hand through his hair, feeling the too-long strands and wondering when he was gonna have the time to cut it after all the goddamn paperwork he was going to have to fill out, “you’re not gonna get anything else from this. I’ll make the arrest- he won’t have gotten far.”

“Who- Rogers?”

“No, the fucking Mayor who owns a shit-ton of child porn,” Tony snapped, “Rogers is none of your concern, just forget about him. He’s my criminal, alright, and I’ll deal with him.”

With that, he turned on his heel and walked back to his car. A long drive across the tri-state area was really not something he fancied at that moment, but hey- at least it would be another bad guy down. 

He supposed he could thank Rogers for that much, at least. And… maybe a few of the others, too.  Okay, maybe all 29 others. But whatever. Still a criminal.

He built up a sigh in his lungs, readying to release it once he slid into the driver’s seat, but the air was promptly removed from his chest when he noticed that the backseat of the car had somehow become occupied in the space it had taken for Tony to go in an patronise the rookie. Which was very odd, and definitely a sign of something. Possibly dangerous, but somehow, Tony doubted it.

He stopped, glaring through the window and to the thoroughly tied and gagged mayor, now sporting the word ‘SCUM’ written across his forehead in what appeared to be permanent marker.

“I hate you,” Tony declared to the empty street, folding his arms, “I really, really do.”

“You were being slow,” Steve shrugged, popping up from the other side of the car, his blonde hair flopping over his eyes for a second before he tucked it away behind his ears, “and I had a free morning. Thought I’d save you the journey.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t appreciate it,” Tony said grumpily, “I should just shoot you in the knee and bring you in, you know. You’re a menace to society and I would be fired on the spot if they knew that I was stood here talking to you rather than arresting your ass.”

Steve laughed. “By all means, do your worst. I’d like to see how that would go down.”

Tony, unsurprisingly, did not. He’d seen what Steve could do- knew how slippery the bastard was. Quite frankly, he’d rather just save himself the embarrassment. “I should still shoot you.”

Steve raised an eyebrow. “You enjoy my company too much to do that.”

“Want a fucking bet, Rogers?”

“I bet my left kneecap.”

Tony pulled out his gun with brisk and brutal efficiency, but Steve just laughed.

Bastard.

“So- you get my letter?” Steve leaned across the side of the car, linking his fingers together and looking up toward Tony, who folded his arms defiantly, “what do you think? I’m always available for consulting- love to lend a hand when the cops can’t quite do it themselves. Or, you know, it could just be you and me. I’d prefer that, to be honest, and I’m not wrong when I say it would certainly be an exciting challenge-”

“You have the right to remain silent,” Tony interrupted him with stubbornly, starting to walk around to the other side of the car whilst Steve just chuckled and backed up, “anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law-”

“Aw, shucks, Tony, I thought I was getting myself a date, not an arrest,” Steve shook his head, but he was still smiling as he drew up his hood.

“You have the right to an attorney,” Tony called out, beginning to speed up as Steve started jogging backwards, “If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be-”

At that moment, Steve pressed a button in his hand- Tony’s fucking car keys- and unlocked the doors of his car. The guy in the back, seeing this development, wasted no time in starting to scramble out, falling on the street and onto all fours. “Me or him, Tony!” Steve called out in glee, tossing over the keys as he continued to jog away.

Tony turned in surprise, looking over to the man as he stumbled down he street. When he turned back, the skinny blond was nowhere to be seen. Fucking Rogers- he’d been trying to for a god damn year now and the little bastard was still slipping through his fucking fingers each time.

“-Provided for you DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE RIGHTS I HAVE JUST READ YOU!” Tony yelled, kicking a can in the middle of the road and then groaning irritably.

It was only eight in the fucking morning, and he was already yelling at nobody in the middle of the street.  He should have just become a fucking game designer. That sounded nice. Hassle free. No deceptively beautiful perps with infuriating tendencies to disappear into thin air in that line of work.

Grinding his teeth, he marched after the mayor and grabbed him back by the ties Steve had made around his wrists. A knee to the back of his leg and then Tony was repeating the same Miranda Rights all over again whilst the other 99% of his brain thought pleasantly about the next gallon of coffee he was about to pour directly into his central nervous system.

“I like it longer,” and then a hand brushed through his hair, soft and delicate and with bony fingers that made the top of his head feel tingly and warm.

Tony’s head jerked up, and he caught sight of Steve as he ran down the street, having stopped only to ruffle Tony’s hair before moving on again. He’d put a hand out to catch the wrist instinctively, but of course, by that point Steve was long gone.

The other man made a phone gesture and winked, before slipping around the corner again. Tony just watched him, hands still gripping on to the perp.

His hair felt warm. Maybe it wasn’t so bad a little longer, after all.

He groaned, but couldn’t help the tiny (teeny tiny- barely even there, really) laugh that escaped him.

Fucking Rogers.

[tvgals]

chubby chasers kirishima, bakugo, and aizawa ☑︎

❦Chubby chaser Kirishima.

THIGHS THIGHS THIGHS RAH RAH RAH

this man loves your thighs. he will go around and just place his hands on them all the time.

“kiri, you gotta move ya’ hand so i can go to my next class”

He loves your cute lil fingers. He just thinks they’re adorable. He loves twiddling and messing with them.

“Your fingers are so perfect with mine! It’s like a lil key!”

he loves when you show off your lil outfits with skirts and long socks, he thinks you look so cute!

“ooo..you’re so pretty baby..”

❥chubby chaser bakugo

he loves how sweet u r <3

“you need help? sure!”

“you don’t understand the homework? lemme help!”

“you need answers?dont tell anyone..”

he hates when you poke and pull on your chub

“what’re you doin’? you look adorable now cmon.”

he loves when you do your natural hair or just your natural in general

i hc that he has looked up products for your hair and how to care for it so he can help

he loves i mean loves when you wear shorts or sweatpants or anything of the sort 💪

he enjoys when you wear jewelry like earrings, rings, necklaces etc.

especially when it’s gold since your skin just goes so well with it

then he eats it up when you wear skirts, crop tops, etc. since you can see all the parts he loves and shit

btw he’s blasian 😴

❦chubby chaser aizawa

this nigga is a sucker for chubby women my god

he loves it when you give him any type of affection

he also loves your natural hair and you always take him to the hair store

also he likes to buy lil knickknacks like all the rings and jewelry, hair ties, etc.

he loves when you wear your natural hair out in like an afro or puffs even just after you take it out

your hair is basically his hair he will literally tell you to wash your hair and do it

“cmon i’ll help you wash your hair.”

“you needs get up and do your hair tonight. i’ll help you and we can watch a movie after.”

buys you snacks idc idc

“yeah i’m at the gas station, i’ll buy you snacks.”

no matter how big you are or how big you feel he loves to pick you up

if u have piercings he just thinks you’re even more beautiful, he loves piercings omfg

“you wanna get your nose pierced? sure what time”

you nd him have a whole hair box and he has his own lil bag with hair ties and stuff he’s bought from the hair store

when you comb your hair out and you’re struggling he’ll pull the comb out and do it himself 😴

if you like cutesy stuff and you wear pink n shit he will buy you whatever you want

it would be so cute to see a chubby lil black girl in all pink with an aizawa who only wears dull colors

if you’re more alternative n shit he’ll also buy you whatever you want

you and him will eat all day and night no matter what

if you wanna lose weight? he’d help you for sure

wake you up at the asscrack of dawn and help you exercise

I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS ONE IT TOOK ME A MIN BC I DIDNT HAVE MANY IDEAS BUT HEY IM SO HAPPY I GOT IT DONE AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE SUPPORT OMG OMG ITS MAKING ME CRY I LOVE YOU ALLL <333333333

[artiiistyxoo]

helloo !! i’ve been reading alll of ur works since last night and i love all of them ♡ im a sucker for angsttt and urs are so well written ! ik, someone already requested a hee. so im not sure if u’ll still write him (but can i request) a heeseung angst ? hm, idk rlly how to be specific much on this, but if possible, something between where he treats his significant terribly. and she always hears her friends talk about their happy relationship, while hers is just a complete downfall and ig what her last straw is, when heeseung forgets their 3 year anniversary >:(

hello lovely!! i can do that for sure. thank you so much for reading my works too :D

forgotten.

pairing: non!idolheeseung x fem!reader

non!idol jake is besties with you -3-

genre: angst

warnings: toxic relationships, mentions of alcohol, manipulation, mild cursing and break ups.

!! i do not condone toxic relationships nor do i think heeseung acts this way!!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

letting out a loud huff, you glanced at your phone. 1:13am.. heeseung should be home by now but instead he was out with his friends. he had promised that he would be home by 10 but of course, he had gotten carried away and forgotten about the time. that was his exuse of course.

letting your phone drop out of your hand and into the bed next to you and closed your eyes, waiting for the small buzz that would come out of your phone, hopefully notifying you that heeseung was on his way back. for the past few weeks, heeseung had been disregarding your feelings and may more distant that usual.

at least remember our anniversary..

next to you layed heeseung who had stains all over his shirt that you had bought for him on your previous anniversary. he stenches of alcohol, making you cringe at the thought of having to wash your sheets due to the smell. you tapped your phone, the screen flickering on while allowed you to see the date. your 3 year anniversary together.

next to you layed heeseung who had stains all over his shirt that you had bought for him on your previous anniversary. he stenches of alcohol, making you cringe at the thought of having to wash your sheets due to the smell. you tapped your phone, the screen flickering on while allowed you to see the date. your 3 year anniversary together.

next to you layed heeseung who had stains all over his shirt that you had bought for him on your previous anniversary. he stenches of alcohol, making you cringe at the thought of having to wash your sheets due to the smell. you tapped your phone, the screen flickering on while allowed you to see the date. your 3 year anniversary together.

heeseung had always promise that he would make the next year more special and has done that so far. considering the state he was in, you came to the conclusion that the most you would get is a movie night with him. you weren’t spoiled. you just expected more, especially when he always promises to outdo himself.

placing your hand on his shoulder, you shook him carefully as you didn’t want to startle him. “ heeseung? you need to get up love” you said, his eyes flickering open slowly. making eye contact with him almost make you forget about the events of last night. almost…

“ why did you come home so late?” you pouted, earning a small sigh from heeseung. “ i lost track of time y/n.” he stated bluntly, shrugging your hand off his shoulder gently before sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

you stared at him for a brief moment, admiring how the sun shined on his face. “ come on, let’s get up.. you should take a shower” you mumbled, finally pulling yourself out of your thoughts before swinging your legs over the end of the bed and standing up.

hearing the covers rustling behind you, you took it as a sign that he was getting up and without turning back, you shuffled towards the door and stepping out. sucking in a breath of somewhat fresher air, you released a breath that you didn’t notice you had been holding. man did he stink..

not usually did you make proper breakfast for you or heeseung but since it was a special day, you decided it would be nice to do atleast something small. pouring some oil into a frying pan, your phone rang out from the bedroom. running down the hallway and into your room, you picked up your phone from the nightstand and answered it.

“ hello..? oh hi jake!” you answered, a smile making its way onto your face almost instantly. you and jake had been friends since elementary school and have only grown stronger over time. “ hey y/n! how are you and heeseung?” he asked mindlessly, waiting patiently for your response that took almost an eternity to come out.

“ oh, we’ve been good!” you replied, jake clearing his voice bringing you back to reality. “ that’s good. me and ____ are going out for dinner tonight and she asked to invite you and heeseung for a double date?” jake asked you, who simply hummed as if you were taking it into consideration. “ it’s our anniversary jake, i don’t think we can” you told him, earning a small ‘mm’ in return.

“ okay well i’m going to go get dressed, ____ and i are going to a museum!” he says cheerfully, smiling down at the phone. “ alrighttt jake, have fun~” you responded, trying to sound as enthusiastic as possible. he says goodbye to you and hangs up while you placed your phone back down on the nightstand.

is that what a relationship was supposed to be like? how come they are always so happy.. do they not fight? rolling your eyes, you slouched back to the kitchen to continue making the breakfast.

——

heeseung got dressed after his excessively long shower which had left the food you had cooked for him to grow cold. “ y/n did you make food?” he called out, his voice already irritating you who was scrolling through jakes instagram page. he had so many photos with her.. why didn’t heeseung have any of you?

“ make your own food, it’s cold now” you grumbled, pointing to the dining table that had cold eggs on dry toast without lifting your eyes off your screen.

“ somebodies moody.” he commented, causing you to scoff and roll your eyes again. “ i wouldn’t be if you had remembered or treated me better.” you mumbled to yourself, shutting off your phone and dropping it down on the pillow that rested on your lap.

“ remembered what?” heeseung asked mindlessly, biting into the stale bread before spitting it out and back into his plate. “ this tastes like shit.” he complained, dropping the toast down onto the plate.

“ a thank you would be nice heeseung.” you retorted, a very clear tone of annoyance laced with your words. he turned around to look at you with a small scoff. “ what’s your problem today y/n?” he questioned you, stepping closer to the couch you were sitting on.

“ no, what’s your deal? you don’t do shit for me heeseung and you couldn’t even make an effort to be home before midnight yesterday. 1 hour is fine but seriously? 4 hours late? do i seriously have to mom you?” you spat out, scoffing and picking up your phone and pointing to the date.

“ our anniversary? i’m sick of this bullshit heeseung, you always say you’ll do better but you never have.” you muttered, creasing your eyebrows as you spoke. he stood there and stared at you blankly , listening to your rant before rolling his eyes.

“ why would i remember something that means nothing to me?”

a/n! i left this with an empty ending because i’m not too sure how to wrap it up :) i hope it was okay and met your standards. a special thank you to everybody who requested! 🤍 ( aslo not edited )

[cognitosclowns]

We love AB brain rot here, I'm currently sick so I was wondering if I could get HC's for AB tasting classic feel good foods for the first time. Like chicken noodle soup.

GUH <333 I ALREADY DID SOME SICKFIC STUFF HERE BUT <333 IM A SUCKER FOR THIS KIND OF STUFF + FOOD HCS SO,,,, EEE <33

SFW BELOW,

Tw for food and cooking!! Illness, medicine!!

GUH <3333 THERES SO MUCH CUTE SHIT HERE

I already did one where he's a Worried Mess (tm) so how about when he's maybe,, 80% less anxiety and 40% more competent??

AS MUCH AS YOU BEING SICK SUCKS ASS <333 YOU CAN ABSOLUTELY MAKE HIM TRY SOME COMFORT FOODS <33

because,, its YOU and you’re SICK and >:(((( if you two sharing a meal is gonna make you feel better, than goddammit fine he’ll swallow his pretension for 30 minutes.

 in all honesty

he doesnt eat that often, even after he gets his tongue upgraded bc it feels like more of a hassle than its worth

when he does eat its,, usually ungodly combinations of ingredients and/or things that absolutely should not be consumed (the mental image of him eating a bowl of Dried Herbs like cereal will never leave my head)

SO,,, <333 THERE IS A LOTTA STUFF HE HASN'T TRIED?? LIGHTNING ROUND SMDNSDM

He doesn't get the whole Chicken Noodle Soup thing and why that's your go-to when,, there's much better combinations of foods to assist immune system function?? But he doesn't say anything bc <333 he has learned not to be a brat when you're sick.

IT DOES TASTE GOOD THOUGH <3333 he understand a bit better when he notices how much it,, warms him up on the inside <333

Applesauce???? is,,, fine??? He's a very textural eater and its too soft for his liking. He'll stick to Just Apples!!

Oatmeal feels like he's chewing on paper. Horrible texture and absolutely flavorless. He doesn't understand why people eat this. You're adding at least 7 different things to make it palatable. Oatmeal isn't a food that's a test of endurance smnsmds.

TEA <3333 he'll insist on you having at least one or two, and ofc he's gonna have one with you because,, <3 tea <3

>:( he will complain if you ask him to make you a cocoa because the sugar isn't gonna help >:((((( its gonna irritate your throat, it isn't worth it (he will still make u one if you want it smdnsmd just with a lot of whinging. also i HC this man having a Massive Sweet Tooth But Refuses To Admit It...... so instead of making himself one, he steals a few sips from yours when youre distracted lmao sorry)

You suggest garlic bread and because he is a Weak Willed Man Who Cannot Resist How Cute You Look, he absolutely makes some <333 he has 7 slices and then insists 'its nothing special' while reaching to munch on another one. Stubborn bastard can't just admit he likes things smdnsmd

NSBDNSD OKAY THIS ISN'T COMFORT FOOD BUT LIKE,, BUT <333 

he keeps insisting on giving you some Cough Syrup and,,, eventually you get fed up and say that 'youll only try it if he has some too'....

OKAY HE HOLDS IT TOGETHER FOR LIKE 5 SECONDS BUT THEN HE TRIES TO SWALLOW AND,,, yeah he's pulling out alll the expressions, lunging to Inhale Water to dilute the taste, Wiggly Fingers (tm), slams his fist on his thigh hard enough to dent it-

 MSNDSMD ONCE HE HAS IT DOWN HE WONT STOP SWEARING AND PACING AROUND THE ROOM???

<333 on the plus side, he'll never insist on you taking it again. In fact he may just throw it out when you aren't looking smdnsd what a horrible substance

THIS WAS SUPER CUTE <333 TYSM ANON, TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOURSELF!!!

[timothylawrence]

Hi!!! 16, 19 and 24? ☺️

EMILE!!!!! HI!!!!!!! <3 <3 <3 16. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)?extra funny you send this one considering you've read ALLL my shit and i wrote....50+ chapter multifics but. One-Shots for all eternity. I've burn out on multi-chapter stuff :,))

UMMMM. anything sweet and genuinely loving. I'm sure you've figured i love redemption arcs (ben paul my beloved :,)) and i love found famiilyyyyy <3 im a sucker for all forms of love idk 19. Do you prefer canon-compliant, AUs, or something in-between?

Usually in between. I pick apart canon and take the things i like and throw out the things I don't :) 24. One-shots or multi-chaptered works? extra funny you send this one considering you've read ALLL my shit and i wrote....50+ chapter multifics over the course of 2 years but. One-Shots for all eternity. I've burnt out on multi-chapter stuff :,))