#im adding that tag to attract attention

[mistyycowoa]

Guys what's the definition of a proshipper 😭😭😭

Am I a proshipper for liking a toxic ship because of the angst it gives??

[lucksea]

more mad prince astra trying to figure out the details of his design. it might change more

[hideawaysis]

hello. absolutely hate involving myself in fandom drama, but ifeel this is an important post to make as i have seen a lot of people taking a certain post at face value and believing it.

im referring to this one, made by @/realultimatehater

now, before i say these things, i feel the need to preface this by saying that i do not personally wish to align myself in this fandom debate. i am a tax-paying adult and do not have any energy or time to put into arguing about a tv show on the internet. nonetheless, i have seen people blindly spreading this post around and i feel this needs to be addressed.

this person is lying.

it feels like it should be obvious with the levels of "down with cis bus" energy pulsating off of this, but it's a huge fucking lie.

this person is a known harasser and has targeted children in the past. they will do anything, and i mean ANYTHING to rack up attention and internet points. they have made bold claims like this with little to no evidence in the past all so they can garner more hatred for certain fandoms on the internet. testimonies here and here, and some pretty damning screenshots here.

i advise you all to stop reblogging the post ive shown. it's disinformation, a story fabricated to direct more vitriol towards a fandom with little to no proof that it can somehow make people like this or attract people like this. this person is either a troll or just plain deranged. please stop believing what they say.

tags added for reach.

edit: i received an anonymous ask giving me extra information on this topic, apparently this person is in fact an internet troll who has gone under countless aliases and will often fake identities in order to ruin the reputations of others. more information here and here.

edit 2: another anon ask gave me a preserved version of a post from realultimatehater's first account, showing how they'd crop screenshots of dms in order to make it look like they were being harassed for simply having a negative opinion on hazbin hotel. here's the post, though do know the reblog is from a supporter of them, make of that what you will. here's another version of the post ifound showing how they'd bait people into saying these kinds of things in order to make them look bad. and here's another one! wow!

i also found a few asks showing how this person would literally approach hazbin fans and just blatantly insult them, rather than blocking them. because yeah, when you detest a fandom, you clearly must stir up conflict! that'll keep them away from you! said asks can be viewed here and here

edit 3: the anon i received telling me realultimatehater was an internet troll who'd been trolling people for years apparently was not being truthful, this does not discredit the other evidence ive listed but id really appreciate if people would stop spreading that ask around. ive removed the link to the ask, sincere apologies to anyone affected by that

[sincerelyverena]

⟡⁺ PUPPY PRINCESS TEASER

. . . OLIVER QUICK X FELIX CATTON X FEM!READER ‘hold me, im your bunny."

comment (or dm) to be added

to the felix + oliver + reader tag-list<3

in whichꕀ

✦ ﹒as felix's girlfriend, you've never had a longing for anyone else. except oliver. you bring up the idea of the two of you fucking the meeker male, and surprisingly, felix complies.

tagsꕀ

✦ ﹒smut ﹐threesome ﹐sub!oliver ﹐dom!felix ﹐reader and felix are an established pairing ﹐reader is a freak﹐reader treating oliver like the princess he is ﹐mainly focused on reader and oliver﹐felix is the core of the pairing ﹐mutual pining ﹐public sex﹐pussy worship ﹐tongue-fucking ﹐anal ﹐pet names ﹐implied aftercare

this is a request !! any other reqs go straight to my inbox

Oliver Quick. Your kryptonite. 

Feeble Oliver from Oxford, who would’ve guessed? Over the fragile rim of the porcelain tea cup pressed to your lips, you scrutinised an oblivious Oliver. A particular aura radiated off of him, a glow you had never encountered from your brief acquaintance on campus. 

Was it attractive? Immensely.

You adverted your attention off Oliver as a skyscraper-remanent individual bounded through the doorway. A chorus of greetings rose in the air at the sight of Felix Catton, the contagious energy you esteem to be your boyfriend of six months. The manicured length of your nails tapped along your fragile teacup as Felix made a beeline straight to the vacant seat beside you.

“I told you to go easy with the wine, Fi.” You scolded him playfully, reaching upward to draw your thumbs across the thin, darkened areas illustrating Felix’s under-eyes.

The molten brown of Felix’s eyes twinkle mischievously. “I drank it like any other bottle of alcohol you offered me.”

You inclined your head upwards, heart giving an absentminded flutter as you felt the warmth of his lips encaptured your own. It was more of a peck, rather than a kiss but the searing heat you reciprocated was a welcoming sensation nevertheless.

“Wine makes you sleepy though.”

Felix responded with a joking grumble and a hand to the inner mound of your thigh. The corners of your lips quirk up endearingly. 

As you drew your attention to the lukewarm cup of tea perched before you, you caught sight of Oliver. More specifically, how the coolness of his ocean-dripping eyes bored into you. The fashion in which the thick lashes lined his eyes, which fluttered innocently. How the aquamarine speckles of his hues flickered towards Felix, who rubbed absentminded circles into the base of your thigh. A heat circulated in his surveying gaze, a heat that directly arrowed toward your abdomen. Pooling, molten warmth that dripped down the sleight of your back and ran under your skin.

The edge of your tongue flickers over your suddenly dry lips. All you can think about. All you can even render is the idea of Felix’s girth straining against Oliver’s heat. His best friend’s head smuggled between your thighs.

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[shygirl4991]

BREWING ROMANCE Glowing Stars

THIS IS NOT CANON Since i know i havent worked on BR for a while since im focus on the splits into three i thought i write something to feed you all for now thanks to @lizaluvsthis art of our boys that inspired this! SMG3 and SMG4 design for the AU by Liz!

Summary:SMG3 needs some help testing new paint and who better to help him then his cafe boyfriend SMG4

Tags: fluff, comedy, just two idiots in love, establish relationship, glow in the dark paint, two gays being cute

SMG4 hums as he walks into the cafe, it was exciting coming to work these days. Who would have thought dating his ex rival would make such a huge impact on his mood, he lets out a soft smile as he looks at the night sky before turning around. He pauses, staring at his boyfriend who was glaring at the walls “Stare at that wall anymore and im going to start thinking you rather date the wall,” he giggles as Three turns around startled by the man.  He rolls his eyes as he approaches his partner, gives him a peck on the cheek then smirks at him “You're an idiot, to think i'm stuck with you.” 

Four blushes looking away from his partner, he swears he has gotten too weak to that smirk of his.  “So what's the deal with the glares?” Three walks to the back room and takes out two cans of paint “I was planning on adding new art to the wall, was thinking of testing this new glow in the dark paint!” he flashes a huge smile at Four making the man feel close to passing out from how charming it was. SMG4 takes a deep breath to relax himself “Will the paint dry in time for when we open?”

He nods as he pops the cans open “Please you think I would do something like this and not have a plan?” Once he is done opening the cans he hands a brush to Four. Slowly he takes the brush and watches as Three removes his hat placing it on a table nearby. He then ties his hair into a bun and starts drawing stars on the wall, Four then removes his hat and follows what Three is doing. After a while of painting he turns his head and smiles lovingly at Three, the man had such a relaxed expression on his face as he paints that Four couldn't help sneak up to the man and plant a kiss on his cheek.  Three pauses before turning to face his boyfriend, Four was expecting the man to get flustered over what happened. Instead his blushing partner used his free arm to wrap around Four’s waist bringing him close “Oh uh heh i couldn't help it you looked so relaxed when painting!” it wasn't fair why he was the one getting flustered at the interaction. Three smirks “Idiot, i knew you found me attractive when i draw, after all i have caught you staring before.” 

With that he leans in kissing Four. With a hum Four drops the paintbrush to wrap his arms around his partner's neck, he remembers the time he would daydream about moments like this now here he is on cloud nine kissing the man he loves the most. Three pulls away, his face beat red “That was pretty gay of us, now shall we finish the wall?” Four giggles and nods as they return painting the walls. Once done SMG4 sits on the counter watching his boyfriend clean up the cans, then he releases his hair making Four blush. If anyone asks him what his number one weakness is he would never admit it's his boyfriend with his hair loose. Three smirks as he walks over to the light switch “Alright, ready to see our glow in the dark art?” four gives a thumbs up as Three hit the switch.  The stars they drew on the wall started to glow alongside bits of the pairs uniform, Three giggled as he got close to Four “See told you glow in the dark art is awesome, to think you complained about them being for kids haha!” Four rolls his eyes at the teasing. His partner wasn't wrong about the paint, it made the cafe have a different feel. His eyes then rested on his boyfriend who was glowing with joy at what they did, slowly he scoots closer to him  catching Three’s attention. With a smirk he scoops Four off the counter making the man squeak “While the stars we painted look amazing, i think the best art is the one in my arms right now~”

SMG4's face goes bright red, he hated how Three could get him to be a flustered mess. It should have been the other way around, He thinks, trying to catch his boyfriend off guard. Seeing how Three was carrying him bridle style he wraps his arms around the man's neck leaning close to his face “You're not so bad yourself handsome~” then kisses him.  Three blushes and returns the kiss excitedly, distracted by their love bubble they don't notice Mario was coming over for a late night visit to get some spaghetti. Seeing the pair kiss he chuckles taking a picture of the pair kissing surrounded by glow in the dark stars “Ah the gays so happy they finally got together!” He then posts the photo online and runs off before they notice what he did.

[septimusmoonlight]

hey so like.... how does one start making content like this, especially on an anti-nsfw site like tumblr? how do you minimize nuking? how do you tag your content and make sure only the right people find it? i have light experience writing smut and i think i could do something with it but im scared lol

it sounds stupid as hell, but you literally start with just posting. you gotta build up a backlog first. having a pinned post helps so that you can tag it with common post tags, but perhaps most important is a tag that denotes your original work so that people can sort through your catalogue specifically. what to tag and how specific to get is a matter of personal preference but one thing I like to do is to add notes about who wrote it or where the prompt was from to further delineate my own stuff from others' works (my writing, not mine, anon writing, asks, etc.)

you can attract attention by INTERACTING. this is very important. find blogs you enjoy with similar content to yours and reblog their shit to the blog you want attention on. either they will interact back, or people looking through the notes to find the blogs that reblog similar stuff will see your interaction and go to your blog as well. This is another place where tagging comes in handy - if you tag for specific kinks on that post, then people know they can seek out that specific stuff on your blog, which can be a huge point of appeal: not only does it mean you keep all your kink stuff organized, but it also indicates your interest for it in the first place.

no matter what you post or where you post it, there's always the possibility that the ""wrong people"" will find it. i've had more than a couple of comments on my stuff along the lines of something is wrong with you, you need help, you should be put in jail, etc (on the old nuked version, so I can't give you any specific examples, and also i usually deleted them) but the key is to remember that if they don't like it, then it's not your responsibility to make them like it. write for the audience you WANT, not the audience you're AFRAID OF.

minimize nuking by posting or reblogging minimal nsfw image items. images are more often against tumblr's TOS so they get flagged more often and more easily, and written erotica is TECHNICALLY within the boundaries (depending on the content, of course, but tagging and adding warnings to your blog should keep you mostly in the clear). make frequent backups. they can't kill all of us no matter how hard they try

[nina-ya]

im obsessed with the law that plays guitar 😍😍

UM so like basicslly my idra was so law is users guitar teacher but user is lowk like REALLY nervous around law bc DAMN hes hot 😭…

also js some random shit (because i play guitar and NEED to add this) bro the reader/me idk gets unmotivated easily cause burnout (😓😓) but once she gets some praise or acknowledgment thats motivation for the next MONTH bro

I LOVE READING UR FICS RAAGGHFHGGF 🫶🫶

A/N: Oh my goddddd you are making me remember the various Law as a guitar player art that ive seen and I simply don’t think I can recover from these thougts

Pairing: Guitar teacher!Law x reader CW: Nothing really, gets suggestive at the end. WC: 1313

You had dabbled with the guitar for a while on your own, trying to teach yourself through youtube videos and various apps, but it was clear that you couldn’t do it on your own and you needed some professional guidancel. The idea of having a guitar teacher had always intrigued you, but when you looked into the options available, it quickly became apparent that the established instructors came with a high price tag. That's when you discovered a newer face at the local music shop: Trafalgar Law. His rates were considerably more reasonable, given his limited reputation. It seemed like an excellent opportunity to learn without breaking the bank. You decided to sign up for weekly lessons on the spot.

The first lesson finally arrived, and as you entered the small room where your lessons were to take place, your eyes fell upon Trafalgar Law, and you felt your heartbeat quicken, and an unexplainable wave of flustered nerves washed over you. Was it stage fright, the fear of messing up, or the anticipation of embarrassing yourself in front of your new teacher? These were the excuses you tried to convince yourself with, but deep down, you knew there was something else at play. 

It wasn't just the usual nerves one might experience when meeting a new instructor. No, it was something more. Trafalgar Law was not just any teacher; he was, to put it mildly, extremely good-looking. His charming attitude and striking features made it impossible for you to deny that his presence had left you feeling more than a little flustered. You tried to focus on the task at hand, convincing yourself that it was merely a case of first-day jitters.

As you settled in for your first lesson, you couldn't help but notice the effortless way his fingers moved across the fretboard, coaxing out gorgeous melodies and tunes. You hung on to his every word, absorbing the knowledge he gave to you like a sponge. 

You desperately clung to the hope that your attraction to your guitar teacher was a temporary thing, a mere crush that would dissipate over time. After all, you were there to learn music, not to fall for your instructor. Or so you tried to tell yourself.

The weekly lessons persisted, and to your frustration, the initial infatuation with Law had not dissipated. His presence remained a constant distraction, making it challenging to concentrate on the music. Despite your internal struggles, the two of you gradually developed a small friendship, exchanging stories and getting to know each other beyond the realm of music. While the interactions were enjoyable, the persistent thoughts about Law continued to linger in the back of your mind.

On this particular day, you found yourself in the lesson room, tuning your guitar, running through different chords and riffs as a warm-up while waiting for Law to arrive. The sound of rain tapping against the windowpane outside added a calming ambiance to the room. When Law finally rushed in, apologizing for his tardiness, he swiftly peeled off his rain-soaked hoodie, revealing a sight you hadn't witnessed before. As the fabric caught on his shirt, it rode up just enough to expose an almost teasing glimpse of his well-defined abs and the faint happy trail leading down his stomach, not to mention the v-lines that subtly drew your attention. Typically obscured by his hoodies during lessons, now you were granted an unexpected visual feast, taking in not just the ink decorating his hands but also the tattoos covering his arms and the one teasingly peeking from the collar of his shirt across his chest. The eyeful you had just observed made your face flush with heat and your heart rate quicken. How were you supposed to concentrate on the music now? As Law set his sweater aside, he shot a sly look in your direction, a subtle smirk playing on his lips as he seemed to catch on to your flustered state, evidently aware of the effect his unintentional exposure had on you.

Law continued the lesson, attempting to maintain a semblance of normalcy despite the obvious distraction. However, this time, you couldn't seem to get your act together. It was as though all your prior knowledge of the guitar had simply vanished, leaving you in a constant state of disarray. Frustration and fluster took hold of you as you fumbled through chords and riffs, repeatedly missing the mark. It was a struggle to concentrate, and your attempts to impress your exceptionally attractive teacher were continually ruined, leaving you feeling like a hopeless mess in his presence.

Law's perceptive nature became evident as he sensed your growing frustration. Setting aside his guitar, he rose from his seat and crossed the room to where a piano bench was located. He dragged it closer to both of you, taking a seat on it, his legs straddling each side of the bench. "Come here," he beckoned, tapping the space in front of him. Confusion flickered across your face, but you complied, rising from your seat and making your way over to the piano bench. He gestured for you to sit down, and as you did, he corrected you, "Backwards, sit so that your back is facing me."

Making the adjustment, you settled in, and as you did, you couldn't help but notice Law subtly shifting closer until your back was pressed against his chest. The proximity was closer than you'd ever expected, and as if this lesson couldn't become any more complicated, you found yourself in this incredibly intimate position, your mind racing as the lines between the professional and personal blurred further as the lesson went on.

Your thoughts were abruptly halted as Law's arms wound around you. His took control of your hands, positioning your fingers on the frets and guiding the pick into the correct grip His touch gentle yet firm, as he navigated you through the challenging passages. Yet, amidst the guidance, your focus shifted away from the music, your attention caught by his closeness and the feeling of Law's hands enveloping yours. The overwhelming feelings seemed to dominate your thoughts, distracting you from the task at hand.

Coming back to reality when Law released your hands, he encouraged you to attempt the passage once more. You followed his instructions, albeit with a slightly trembling start, but as you persisted, the notes began to flow more smoothly. A smirk slowly spread across his face, accompanied by an encouraging comment, "Good job, you're improving." The praise raised a surge of confidence within you, a genuine smile gracing your lips as you replayed the passage once again. Law's smirk grew, his words of affirmation continuing to fall from his lips.

A bold idea took root in your mind, and you decided to make a daring move. Pointing to a particular riff, you claimed that you needed help with it. You had played that riff numerous times before without issue, and Law was undoubtedly aware of this, yet, he didn't hesitate to oblige, his arms once again snaking around your body, his chest pressing firmly against your back. As his hands guided yours over the strings, his lips inched closer to your ear, his voice taking on a sultry and intimate tone. He whispered a string of phrases that transitioned from the typical encouragements like 'you've got this' and 'you're doing very well' to something far more provocative, like 'you're doing so well for me,' 'such a good, good student' and ‘you’re so lucky to have me as your teacher.’ The boundary between professionalism and personal attraction blurred even further.

The increasingly intimate moment was interrupted by the chime of an alarm, signaling the end of your lesson and the start of Law's next appointment. As you made your way home, your guitar teacher's presence continued to occupy your mind, leaving you eagerly anticipating next week's lesson.

[miumura]

LOVE NEWS ! — CHAPTER 7

article 7 - eye contact

WARNINGS : mentions of vomiting

WORD COUNT : 0.4K !!NOT PROOFREAD!!

your friends didn’t get it—why do you fall helplessly in love with others? well that’s something you don't have the answer to either. you couldn’t help it, any person you found attractive, they became your crush. it may be hard to keep track but hey, you’re managing.

keep reading. . (was added to prevent cut glitch)

despite you admiring so many people, you were particularly fond of jungwon. he was a cute, sweet guy. everyone looked up to him, he was hardworking. the way his dimples popped up whenever he smiled was one of the reasons that contributed to your likings towards him.

you were drawn to him—your other crushes couldn’t compare to him. if you’re being serious right now, you probably wished jungwon was the person who liked you. i mean, why would an admin confess on a gossip account? that’s pretty stupid. after seeing that tweet made by love news, you started becoming more wary of your surroundings.

with your leads so far, it led you to nothing. nobody seemed to do anything out of the ordinary—unless you didn’t try hard enough. at this point, this whole “crush” thing on you seemed fake. you sighed as you walked with hanni.

“what’s wrong yn?” hanni asked.

“it’s nothing, don’t worry!” you say as you scanned around the cafeteria for an empty table. “hanni can you get me lunch? i’ll save this table for us and the others.” she gives you a nod and heads off.

you plopped down, grabbing your phone our of your pocket immediately. the whole crush situation was making you go crazy—maybe you should stop thinking about it. you scrolled continuously, until you decided to look up. you see a boy from the distance, staring at you maybe? you continued to squint, then your eyes widened.

that boy was jungwon? you weren’t sure why he was looking at you—maybe he just zoned out or something. either way, your cheeks heated up. you waved slightly, grabbing the attention of the guy. he looked behind him and then back to you. he points his finger to himself and mouths “me?”

you just gave him a nod and he waves back. you hated how you embarrassed yourself. maybe he wasn’t looking at you after all. luckily, hanni comes back with the food. you let out a sigh when you saw her walking towards you.

she stares at you in confusion. you look at her back, questioning her stare.

“why are you red?”

“don’t worry.”

“is it jungwon?”

“no!”

“you aren’t a good liar…tell me what happened while i was gone.”

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A/N : yes 🤞😍 also happy new years for the people already in 2023 🫶 im still not in 2023 yet🤗

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[sapphic-muse]

Im just gonna be ficposting here

Babe pt1

tags: yoohankim , modern au, fluff, domestic stuff

"Dokja."

Dokja grunted in his sleep.

"Kim Dokja."

No response.

"Dokja-yah"

Kim Dokja clamped his pillow over his head and turned to face the other side.

Yoo Joonghyuk gently turned him over again, "Han Sooyung came back last night."

Now this got his attention. Dokja released the bent pillow and opened an eye to peer at Yoo Joonghyuk's face leaning over to look at him. Cute. But it was too early for this.

"Oi, I know you're awake now you rat bastard", Joonghyuk poked his face.

Dokja let out a louder groan as he stretched his arms. Why were his quilts and pillows the fluffiest and warmest in the morning? It was light out. Glowy. The room was full of soft mellow sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains that were drawn over the large bay windows.

He yawned and sat up, still contracting and relaxing his muscles and flexing his toes, regaining feeling into his body as he faced the bog man who had climbed onto the bed. A good view to wake up to.

Yoo Joonghyuk's hot pink Kiss The Cook Apron was characteristically spotless, adding some flavour to his bland low strung grey sweats. He looked almost unreadable to an ordinary person, but to Kim Dokja he looked less grumpy today. A good morning was in order. The only thing that could make this better was Han Sooyung. Too bad he had to be the one to bring her over.

"You promised you'd pick her," Yoo Joonghyuk reproached, trying and succeeding in looking stern.

"Fine," Kim Dokja croaked. His voice was hoarse and throaty, which was an extremely attractive quality to Yoo Joonghyuk apparently. However, now was not the time to be sidetracked - he needed to start breakfast for his wife and her husband.

tbc - part two soon <3 theres a plot i swear i just wanted to set an introduction. HSY was on a book tour. She just wrote fanfiction about the three of them in a post apocalyptic world.

[pomellon]

can we get some more funz stuff in the mermaid au? im in love with touchstarved punz and physically affectionate foolish and repressed punz and out and proud foolish they matter to me so much

Absolutely! :D

As mentioned in the tags of the last post, in this au Foolish is openly pan, he cares very little about gender and just finds himself attracted to whoever he finds attractive. Punz on the other hand is more unknowing bi-curious at this point, he definitely likes females and will at times find himself "admiring" other males. I don't think he ever thought of this as a romantic or sexual attraction as that's a concept he's not been introduced to, but the whole situation of Foolish pretty much starting to court him without knowing certainly has Punz thinking.

It kind of helps that from the point of view of Punz's culture Foolish appears very androgynous. He's definitely male, he's the same size as Punz if not slightly bigger, and while his tail is padded with blubber it's clearly pure muscle underneath. But he wears accessories like narwhal females, he got golden coils wrapped around his tail, gem and shell jewellery around his waist and in his ears. Narwhale males do not wear jewellery and when a female does it's often a sign she's being courted or expecting a calf, as the males will cover their mates in rare items to bring them luck and to show off their status and value.

Foolish also don't have any scars, which is very rare for males in Punz's pod who often find themselves in battle or hunting down large sea beasts. Females will usually be the ones without any signs of past injuries, more often bussing themselves with safer tasks like crafting and foraging, just like Foolish often does.

All of this combined with Foolish's increase in physical affection makes Punz really look at him, and the beluga is handsome... beautiful even. His white tail is gorgeous and his muscular physique is definitely something Punz "admire", and on top of that the two really click after they get over their differences. 

They have the same kind of humour and often think alike, making it easy to carry on conversations, joke around, and get to know each other. At one point Punz realises he enjoys Foolish company more than most of the males in his past pod, and underneath that realisation is another sneaking one, one of Punz looking forward to Foolish's attention more than the attention he used to get from the pod's available females.

He's still trying to wrap his head around Foolish's intentions, why he would be trying to court Punz, why he portrays himself so "feminine", and if a mateship between them could even be possible if Punz were to accept his advances.

Meanwhile Foolish has absolutely no fucking clue of what he's put in Punz's head. He just looks and behaves like a normal beluga and has no idea about the possible attraction or feelings he's stirred up. He simply enjoys physical affection and likes having a new friend he can hug and cuddle with!

And this whole situation will keep escalating, with Foolish keeping displaying narwhal-like courting behaviour without knowing, adding fuel to a fire he doesn't even know exists yet.

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

There for the Grace of God goes you

by Zysyss

Tommy is definitely a normal person who works a normal job at a cafe. He definitely doesn’t have a power no one else has! Def not! He definitely doesn’t attract unwanted attention from both villains and heroes!

aka, i’ve read to many Dsmp super aus and decided to make on myself

Words: 1364, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Dream SMP

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur soot (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF), GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF), Niki | Nihachu, Toby Smith | Tubbo, Dream SMP Ensemble, Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Alexis | Quackity

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Technoblade & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit/Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), There are others I just can’t tag

Additional Tags: Sleepy Bois Inc as Found Family, Winged TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Winged Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Touch-Starved TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Suicidal TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Lonely TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Protective Sleepy Bois Inc, Protective Wilbur Soot, Villain Sleepy Bois Inc (Video Blogging RPF), But they’re good villains, Hero Dream Team, They’re actually villains, Special Tommyinnit, Citizen Tommyinnit, no beta we die like wilbur, I need a beta, im bad at tags, Overuse of powers, Triggering things, Kidnapping, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

[ksglobal]

10 Things Every Business Owners Should Know in 2022

As a Digital marketing company owner, I realized many of the business owners thinks, It’s hard enough to keep up with running your business, let alone the best ways to market it. I’m writing this post to help business owners informed and on top of what’s important for your business’s growth and success. im not gonna say its gonna be easy, it requires you to do some work. let’s dive in.

1. Your UVP

Your unique value proposition is what sets you apart from your competitors. It’s the thing(s) you do to help your customers in ways that your competitors don’t (or can’t). Every successful business has a UVP, whether they’ve articulated it or not. If you don’t know your business’s unique value proposition, you need to; and then you need to incorporate it into your content and messaging.

2. Work on Local SEO

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4. Who Your Competitors Are

It is not about focusing on business growth, a business owner should pay attention to their competitors too. It’s important to know your competitors so you can keep tabs on them, and identify gaps that you can fill in

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It’s important to identify what success looks like for your business, which might be organic traffic, the conversion rate on your ads, email open rate, monthly revenue, or inventory growth. Whatever your important metrics are, knowing them gives you a baseline so that you can see how well you’re progressing and where you need to improve your performance. Related post: How to Know if Your Marketing is Working

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[lovelywoos]

then came you | l.jh

genre: opposites attract au, highschool au, strangers to friends to lovers; fluff, comedy, angst!!

pairings: introverted!woozi x extroverted!reader (y/n uses they/them pronouns, but small scene where it mentions that y/n wears a skirt)

word count: 7.9k... jfc

warnings: swearing, a fight scene (not violent, more like a lot of swearing), and the fight scene has a lot of repetitive swear words because i don’t swear that much help :”)

description: in which you, the student council vice president, and lee jihoon, the quiet boy in the back of the class, fell in love despite your differences.

a/n - this was a lot of fun to write but near the end of editing it i was literally pushing SHOVING this out of my drafts to publish im so sick of it now. i rushed the editing so ... forgive me pls. ***fight scene is also inspired by the ep 3 of the kdrama “our beloved summer.”

one. meet cute

well, if it wasn’t for the consequences of your actions smacking you right on the face. yes, you should’ve studied more for that physics test. and studied harder. but also yes, student council duties needed attention. that group project for math was very time-consuming as well in your defense!

all those excuses and yet you still broke down.

sitting and hiding under a table in your school’s music room was becoming familiar. sometimes you wish you weren’t so outspoken or eager because now you’ve bitten off more than you can chew and are suffering the exhaustion from it.

but anyways, thank god for sound-proof music rooms! (your sniffles were beginning to inch their way towards sobs…)

“you okay?”

you jump at the sudden voice, head bumping against the desk with a heavy thud.

you blink up at the voice’s owner, furrowing your brows in annoyance.

the pale boy stammers in shock, struggling to put together his words. he heard you crying while entering the room, but seeing your puffy and bloodshot eyes made him wonder if he should’ve just made a 360 and left the room the first time he heard sniffles.

“s-sorry! i didn’t mean to scare you!” he stutters, rushing to you as you make your way out from under the desk. he quickly puts a hand under the desk, making sure you don’t bonk your head a second time.

you get up, quickly wiping your tears away from your face with the sleeves of your school uniform, the boy could get a good look at your face.

l/n y/n. student council’s vice president and class representative. he knew you very well. everyone did really. you were always all over the place talking to people, socializing, getting things done, and leading the way. you definitely didn’t know him though (he was right).

“it’s fine. don’t worry about it,” you assured, smiling slightly in an attempt to ease his obvious nerves.

you sigh before adding, “just don’t… tell anyone, yeah?” you read his name tag pinned on the chest of his uniform. lee jihoon.

“of course, don’t worry about that.”

“okay well, i have to get going now! see you around!” you send a friendly wave, walking for the door as jihoon interrupts you.

“wait! here, ta-take this,” he hands you a wrinkled napkin he had just pulled from his pockets.

when you stare at his outstretched hand, jihoon explains, “for your tears… although you’re not crying anymore, huh.”

you hold in your smile seeing the napkin most definitely from lunch that was just placed in your hand. so cute.

jihoon watches as you make your way out of the music room, thanking him, making him promise one last time to not tell anyone about today, and saying a goodbye.

so when you close the door behind you, he sighs with a gentle smile on his face. so cute.

two. i hate everyone but you

“lee jihoon!”

before becoming friends with lee jihoon, people should know that jihoon hates five things: people who touch him, annoying people, talkative people, being told what to do, and opening up.

and you haven’t seemed to pick up on these things yet after being friends for about… two months? but for you, it was bearable.

so whenever you march up to his desk, he doesn't complain.

“your group mates just told me how you haven’t attended any of the work meets they planned!” you sighed, pressing your lips together. “and take those damn earbuds out!”

“okay, okay. sorry,” jihoon leans back in his chair with tired eyes before explaining, “i’ve been doing my share of the work anyway, so why does it matter? i can’t be needed that much.”

you pout before sitting at the empty desk in front of him. you also notice how his eyes seem so focused on his hands all of a sudden.

you poke his forehead with your forefinger, making him look up to look at you with wide eyes.

“it’s just me, be honest,” you say in the gentlest tone jihoon’s ever heard from you.

he takes a moment to think before nodding. you smile and lean in, ready to hear his side of the story.

“they’re not the greatest people. i overhear them sometimes and they’re always gossiping. i don’t think i’d be able to stand being in a room with all of them talking for like two hours,” jihoon finally explains, but he’s taken aback as he sees your attentive and genuine expression.

he clears his throat and adds, “in conclusion, they give me a headache, and being with them for hours would drain my social battery for the day, no, week.”

jihoon forgets to mention that being around his group would be unbearable also because you were a common topic amongst their gossip. he remembers the day when one of his partners said you were such a teacher’s pet only for the sake of impressing the student council’s president, choi seungcheol.

he quite literally had to take a step outside before he said something he would regret because l/n y/n doing something for male validation? he would laugh in their faces if he had the courage.

“i see… it’s alright, i’ll see what i can do. don’t worry, jihoon! just focus on your part of the work and let me do the talking!” you grin, standing up abruptly.

jihoon just smiles up at you and nods, not surprised at how you were going to speak in his defense once again (this was becoming the new norm as you two became friends).

before turning to leave, you reach a hand out to ruffle his dark black hair, messing it all up. you quickly dash off, not letting jihoon scold you.

he hides his smile and growing blush as he reaches up to fix his hair.

jihoon still hates five things: people who touch him, annoying people, talkative people, being told what to do, and opening up. but if they come in the form of you, he doesn't seem to mind so much. especially if every time he reluctantly opens up, you always seem to understand him.

three. what was this feeling?

“i swear to god if i don’t beat her, she’ll never let me hear the end of it!”

jihoon was about to lose it. you were pacing back in forth in front of him. every time you had finally stopped moving or talking, he would place the sunscreen in your hand so you could apply some on your face yourself before your race. but every single time he did, you just gave him a look and shoved it right back into his hands, continuing your rant.

“she keeps going on and on about how the class representative should be good at everything including athletics and so sports day should be a breeze for me! why do class representatives have to go last in the relay? it’s so weird! i could be helping student council pass out waters right now or something like…”

your words fade away as his attention diverted to the couple a few feet down the bench from you two. the girl squeezed some sunscreen onto the back of her hand before applying it to her boyfriend’s face.

and to be honest, he couldn’t even remember who you were talking about anymore! yuna was it? or maybe yuri? yura??

so fuck it.

“i think she’s just jealous she’s in a lower class than me! because what other reason could��"

jihoon grabs your hand, pulling you down next to him. as your mouth hangs open in surprise and confusion, he twists the cap off, throwing it to the side and squeezing some onto the back of his hand. he takes a deep intake of breath.

jihoon slaps (not that hard actually) his sunscreen-covered fingers on your forehead making you freeze. unable to form words, sounds even, you just stare at his focused eyes, the slight furrow of his brows as he spreads the sunscreen on your face.

you curse the heat, maybe also your flustered emotions, as your cheeks warm up when you take in the close proximity between you two and also because his cold, pretty hands were on your face!! he was so gentle and cautious with you that you had a feeling he was as panicked as you were right now.

as you were freaking out and praying he couldn't hear the pounding of your heart, jihoon was busy wondering if this was too much. was this weird? was he making you uncomfortable??

jihoon, now much more uncomfortable with the sudden silence, began to change the subject. “you know someone so thoughtful of their skincare shouldn’t forget to put on sunscreen.”

when you responded with a flustered silence, he snorts as you refused to maintain eye contact with him.

he takes your silence as pre-anxiousness for your event, instead of it being because of his bold actions. “you’ll be fine in your race. so beat yuri, get this day over with, and let’s do something after school together, yeah?”

so he did listen to your rants.

it made you think. when was the last time someone paid attention to your rambling? when was the last time someone cared enough to want you to put sunscreen on? when was the last time someone comforted you even when you didn’t show you were troubled?

"anyways!" jihoon yells as he jumps up from the bench, "you still have some sunscreen on your face, but I've done enough so..." (way to ruin the moment, jihoon...)

you felt your heartbeat quicken when jihoon pulled you up from the bench by hand and gave your head a couple pats to calm the anxiety.

“so remember why you wanna win and use that to motivate you. you got this, y/n!” he holds a fist up, truly wishing you the best even though you very well knew he had no care in the world for today’s sports day.

what was this feeling?

four. it's love

the moment you start running, jihoon felt his hands get clammy and heart start pumping though he wasn’t even running. okay, so maybe he was completely listening to your rants even if he didn’t want to. maybe he did want you to beat yuri because he loved seeing you so passionate about something and always rooted for your success.

so as you passed yuri in your relay right before the finish line, maybe he did jump from his seat and start cheering. for once, he ignored all the stares from people around him who were shocked to hear his voice louder than class-speaking volume. he was just so so excited to see you sprint past the finish line with the biggest smile on your face as your classmates rushed over to congratulate their class representative.

he watches as you scan the bleachers, eyes lighting up as you find his eyes and mouthed the words, ‘i won!’

jihoon nods with a smile, sending you two thumbs up as you laugh before turning away to talk to your friends.

despite you being surrounded by so many people and him on the bleachers by himself on sports day, he still can’t help but finally realizes he likes you. he always has despite all the differences. lee jihoon likes you. and his smile never fades away upon processing this fact.

five. the argument

it’s been 11 days, 10 hours, and 34 minutes since jihoon had spoken a word to you. at first, you decided to keep track of the days so you could use it as a point to argue with jihoon. but that was ultimately thrown out of the window when jihoon remained giving you the silent treatment and no argument, not a single word from him was in sight (you did not expect this). he probably just needs some time alone... right?

on the other hand, jihoon could always feel your burning, infuriated stares burning a hole in the back of his head. it came to the point where walking by you in the hallways felt like he was on fire.

lee jihoon was conflicted. he enjoyed being your friend (even if it felt like it should be more sometimes), but at what cost? his mind just kept going back to your friends' conversation that day.

just as jihoon was about to unlock the restroom stall, his hand freezes at the mention of your name from someone's mouth. his name as well.

"you think y/n is actually friends with that loser?"

"who?"

"the nerd who always listens to music in the back of the class!"

"ah, lee jihoon? i mean... i doubt it. they're probably hanging with him to make him feel like he belongs, you know? he has no friends so that's probably why."

"holy shit, that's so depressing."

"right?"

and when jihoon is conflicted, he did what he does best: stay silent. because yes, being your friend made his year. should he keep being your friend even if he knew you were doing it out of pity? would he go that far for his crush?

as jihoon makes his way to the music room after just finishing his lunch, he decides to just stay silent forever! confrontation is difficult... so none of that!!!

he reaches his hand out to turn the knob of the music room, but lets out a pained groan as the door flies into his face unbeknownst to you who just got too excited at his presence because now you could finally talk to him alone!

"jihoon! i knew you'd come here! let's talk," and suddenly all your angry, violent thoughts that said to be angry at lee jihoon for ignoring you for so long flew out of your head. all rational thoughts: gone. you grabbed his hand that wasn't rubbing his now red forehead and pulled him into the room.

jihoon sighs. so much for no confrontation.

when jihoon closes the door behind you both, you take a deep inhale of breath and exhale to calm your nerves. you've been thinking about this moment for ages, don't mess it up now!

you turn swiftly to face jihoon with a bitter expression on his face, making you gulp as the nerves begin crawling back.

"li-listen, whatever i did i'm sorry. i truly didn't mean to hurt you, so please, tell me what i did wrong so we can talk it out and i can apologize properly!"

for the first time since being pulled into that room by you, he looks at you to meet your eyes. how could they be so... genuine?

he looked at you in a way that made you want to sink to the floor. "well? are you gonna say anything?" you frown as he stares at you wordlessly.

"why are you friends with me?"

you blink at him in shock. "w-what?"

jihoon sighs and repeats, "why are you friends with me?"

you struggle to form the right words to say. "well... we kept running into each other and i liked talking to you so i just stuck around.” that could be worded much better, you think.

he didn’t believe you.

“you’re only friends with me because you’re vice president and it’s your job to help your peers, right?”

your jaw went slack.

“where did you get that from??”

this look was different. not mad, but hopeless. “not important. just answer me, is it true?”

“of course not! who told you that? why would you even believe that?” okay, now you were starting to get worked up because that’s such a horrid thing to assume of you! did he have that little faith in you?

his fists tighten because suddenly pin-pointing all the flaws in his friendship with you became easy.

“hey, but to add on to that, why do you baby me?”

your eyebrows knit together because you just got even more lost if possible. “baby you? since when? how? where did any of this come from, jihoon?”

“can you quit being so focused on where this is coming from? it’s coming from me, okay? it makes sense anyways, i am nothing like any of your friends. why me? why be friends with me—“

“why can’t i just be friends with you because i want to?? do all my friends need to be the same?”

he lets out a menacing scoff. “okay, so am i some charity case then? a friendship made out of pity because i can’t seem to ever speak up for myself and you always have to swoop in to save me? i can defend myself, y/n. why do you act like i’m a defenseless loser that needs to be protected and babied?”

“i have never thought about you that way! first of all, whoever told you i was friends with you because it was my job has no idea what you and i are. you’ve never given other people the time of day to listen to their stupid opinions, so why now, huh?”

because it was about you.

“second of all, you always complain about people not understanding you or mistreating you! you always let people walk all over you! i am sick of having to watch you pretend like you’re cool and unbothered at what people say about you, so forgive me if i’m standing up for you because i care. it’s not my job, i’m doing it because i’m your friend. and if you were uncomfortable about it, just tell me! set boundaries! not give me the silent treatment.”

“well i don’t want to be your friend anymore.” his words were eerily cold. he gave up. he clearly didn’t want to try for this or you anymore.

your gentle pants from your yelling fill the silent and tense atmosphere of the music room where you two first met. silent because his words were still processing in both of your heads and tense because this was probably the end of your friendship. you both couldn't meet each other's eyes.

as jihoon was gauging your troubled expression, a pool of heavy guilt filled his stomach. that sentence was not how he imagined it would go. he always thought it would be said bravely. lovingly. like in a confession. not like friends breaking up!

so you decide to give up too because what’s the point in trying when he doesn’t trust you.

“okay then. i respect that. i have nothing else to say. do you?”

he grimaces at the way your voice shakes. the way your nose scrunches unpleasantly. and his heart regrets the way your eyes shine over with tears. jihoon would never believe that he would one day be the cause of your pain and tears.

“no.” goddammit, that’s not what he wanted to say. why was he such a coward?

“okay.” your voice was just a whisper as you breeze past him, not wanting him to see you cry a second time.

when the door of the room shuts behind him, he cries. for the first time in a long time.

he can’t even remember what he was mad about. he could only remember your broken expression and your broken tone. he messed up something beautiful all because it was hard believing that someone as amazing as you would want to be his friend. and possibly like him.

six. right person, right time

22 days, 12 hours, and 16 minutes. why are you even keeping track anymore at this point? you two are not friends. period.

you weren’t even friends with him for that long! you had your other friends too anyways so why did cutting things off with him hurt so much? (i wonder why).

after not talking to jihoon, you start to realize how being his friend was such a breath of fresh air. a break from life. a good and genuine change. it was great. this was probably because how jihoon had no care for social cliques or no expectations or just no interest in things outside of grades and music!

and so for the first time in a long time, someone wanted to talk to you about something that had nothing to do with student council, clubs, school, volunteering, or community service. meeting jihoon was a quick and sharp realization that all your friends, all the people you surround yourself with, are people from the student council or simply smart-popular people! over-achievers! nerds!

maybe jihoon was right when he said you were the definition of a nerd who also happened to be popular… (which you refused to believe because how could a nerd be popular, jihoon?)

nevertheless! jihoon’s interest in music, critiquing animes, playing instruments for fun (not just in school like what), and best of all his carefree attitude, truly make all these nerds around you so bland and basic.

like finally, someone who busies themself with something, not about school or accomplishing something worthy enough to put on a college application.

and about his carefree attitude, it’s crazy how you never noticed until jihoon mentioned how uptight some of your friends were after hearing a close friend of yours, who was also secretary of the council, talk to you about something school related. all you and your friends talked about was school.

so yes, being friends with lee jihoon was beyond eye-opening and more life-changing, but it also made you view your friends differently. were they even your friends? if you weren't a part of all your extracurriculars, no, if you just weren't smart or outgoing, would they care about you at all?

this epiphany has let you see your friends for the people they are. you indeed saw this for yourself when some dumb boys began picking on him.

"seriously, i get if you don't like us. i respect that even. but failing us just because you think we're inferior to you makes you look like a fucking loser," park junghyung laughed cynically as he pulled a chair next to jihoon's desk, getting all up in his face.

if you don't see it, it doesn’t exist. jihoon has been repeating this sentence for the past five minutes because junghyung and his friends couldn't stand not being carried through group assignments for the first time in their lives.

"i didn't fail you, that's up to ms. lee."

with that, junghyung's tight-lipped smile dropped and his "patience" ran dry. he shot up from his seat and kicked it to the floor, the loud clanging sound making people gasp and begin to watch the situation unfold.

yeah, maybe removing his entire group's names from the presentation before submitting was too bold of a move. well, they should’ve done shit to help if they didn’t want a failing grade, right? after all, you always told him 'be bold and be strong! don't let stupid idiots walk over you! run over them instead!' wait, why as he even thinking about you in this situation?? damn it!

so, cue you walking toward jihoon's classroom, ready to confront some bullies and you’re only doing this because it’s the right thing to do, not that you still like him or anything (lie)! you don’t dare to hope you two might reconcile and maybe even become friends again after this because that’s so dumb (lie). and hopefully, jihoon won’t think you're babying him, you just want to clear his name! (truth).

however, seeing your crush (100% truth) lee jihoon being cornered by park junghyung who was grabbing his collar while everyone was staring and recording was not what you expected! are you seriously about to walk into a fight for your crush… (yes).

"you must think you're all that to pull such a move, huh. in reality, you're just a pathetic shit who can’t even pull bitches because they all pity you.” was he talking about you?

now that he thinks about it, the voice in the restroom that day was him. it was park junghyung.

honest to god, jihoon 100% firmly believes the best choice in this situation would be to run because he cannot fight. he guesses he can try, but unfortunately, junghyung is a fit dude. a big dude. if only he didn’t talk about you and insinuate you were a bitch.

jihoon grabs junghyung’s collar and throws him off. he’s at his limit right now.

“if you didn’t want to fail, maybe stop partying and getting drunk of your ass to get away from your fucked up home life? maybe actually use that empty shit brain of yours and do something with it? maybe then you wouldn’t have to ask your rich dad or student council friends to pull favors so you don’t get pushed down a class or kicked out of school even.” jihoon is suddenly very memorable of all the school gossip you’ve told him before.

junghyung laughs in disbelief. “you’re asking for it, you little fucker.”

well. this was it. this is when jihoon gets sucker punched.

“y-you dickhead!”

woah, was that… you??

everyone, including jihoon and an impatient junghyung turns to see you pushing through crowds, and marching your way in between junghyung and jihoon.

junghyung rolls his eyes when you grab jihoon’s hand reassuringly and glare up at him.

“come on, y/n. quit the charity act. it’s getting annoying now. move aside, yeah?”

a slap resonates through the filled classroom. gasps fill the room as even more phones go up to record the student council vice president slapping it boy park junghyung across the face.

jihoon’s eyes go wide. wide! he instinctively pulls you behind him, shielding you from a fuming, red junghyung.

he side-eyes you who was also very shell-shocked at your own actions.

“y/n, what the hell are you doing?” he whispers as junghyung’s group goes up to him to ask if he was okay.

“to be honest, i don’t know. just know i am not babying you. i’m doing this and have always been doing this because i care about you, now move. i’m not done.”

jihoon’s eyes soften as he caresses his thumb over the back of your hand. he doesn’t deserve you.

junghyung lets out a laugh of disbelief. “you know what, you two deserve each other. you’re both fucking insane.”

“well, you and your friends are all fucking stupid.”

yes, you knew his friends (also your friends) were in the room watching. yes, you knew you would be losing a lot of friends today if you continued talking. yes, it’s worth it if it’s for lee jihoon especially if they all think of him the same way junghyung does.

junghyung clenches his jaw before taunting, “oh really! i wonder what our friends will think about that,” he turns around to the crowd of people with arms wide, “what do you guys think about the genius and model student y/n swearing and assaulting other students? their own friend at that too!”

you scoff and roll your eyes at this boy’s sheer audacity. he was never your friend.

junghyung gets more pissed off at your reaction and says, “since when were you such an annoying bitch?”

you cross your arms across your chest impatiently. did he think he was that intimidating? “i’ll start being a bitch because it’s sickening watching you push everyone around. what? do you think i’m like everyone else?”

jihoon panics when he feels you try to push past his arm as junghyung does the same also while his friends attempt to hold him back.

jihoon laughs awkwardly, trying to calm the situation. still making sure to keep an arm between you an junghyung, he apologizes, “they’re just a bit mad at the unnecessary crowding and recording haha, please understand.”

you whip your head to glare at jihoon, “quit apologizing when you’re not in the wrong. now move.”

you move closer to junghyung staring at you with cursing eyes.

“woah junghyung, you gonna slap me back? punch me? like you do with your classmates and call it messing around?”

“man, this bitch is fucking insane!”

“i’ll show you how insane i can be if you keep taking advantage of jihoon or anyone else just because they’re nice people.” you feel jihoon turn around to face you completely, but refuse to look at him because you knew you would melt instantly. you missed him.

you hold his hand tighter before concluding, “now you’re always gonna be known as an idiot who bullies smart kids because he can’t do shit in school. i really won’t let it slide if you mess with jihoon again,” you turn to scan everyone who was in the room recording, “send that video to the principal if you want i don’t care!“

you pull jihoon away from junghyung who punches the nearest desk before letting out a frustrated yell.

“move. move!” you shove your way through the crowd as your friends, well, maybe not friends anymore after they had just seen you slap and swear at someone… but it didn’t matter you’d see them tomorrow for student council stuff anyways if you still had your position after this.

you and jihoon walk away from everyone who began to disperse, gossiping because how could model student y/n act so aggressively?

but that was the last thing on your mind because you felt like there was a lot to discuss with jihoon.

jihoon who just trails behind you, hands still entwined with yours, was zoning out thinking about what just occurred. you stop abruptly, making him walk into your back.

“s-sorry-“

you pull him into an empty classroom and shut the door behind you, letting go of his hand.

you sigh and put your hands on your knees, trying to catch your breath for a moment. you had so much adrenaline running and you could even hear your heartbeat in your ears.

you still manage to slap jihoon’s hand away when he attempts to turn on the lights, “no lights right now.”

he nods, staring at your tired figure awkwardly.

jihoon scratches the back of his head, not knowing what to say. does he thank you? scold you for nearly getting beat up for him? risking your spot and position in the student council?

his thoughts clear as you begin rambling. he sighs internally hearing your panicked tone. “i know, i know! we’re not friends anymore and you didn’t want me to speak for you or to you anymore, i know. i’m sorry. i just… i care about you so so much, even if we're not friends. i never approached you after you caught me crying because i pitied you and felt it was my duty to be there for you. th-that was never the case. so please don’t be mad at me, we can go our separate ways after today. just know—“

jihoon grabs your arm, pulling you towards him so he could wrap his arms around you. he cups the back of your head and in a hushed tone says, “it’s okay. i’m sorry. i was wrong. it was my fault. i still wanna be with you. i was just lost for a moment, i’m sorry i hurt you. you didn't deserve to be treated like that by me. i hope you can forgive me even if i don’t deserve it.”

tears brim your eyes as you nod, sniffling. you hope he understands what you were trying to say wordlessly when you wrap your arms around his waist tightly, not wanting to be apart from him again.

jihoon never knew what to say to people, especially when it came to comforting someone. but then came you. and the words flowed so easily.

seven. because i like you

your phone buzzes in your pocket, you glance down cautiously, avoiding getting caught by your teacher. back then you would have never check your phone for anyone else, but you had started to for jihoon. you blame him for being a bad influence on you, but he said you were being a bad influence on yourself.

hoon: i’m in the music room rn. can we talk?

you: yes, please. i’ll be there in ten after my council meeting

you sigh. this felt like deja vu. hopefully, it wouldn’t end up too much like last time you both were in here though.

you turn the knob and pull the door open, making eye contact with a lee jihoon who was sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall.

he couldn’t even say a word as you let go of the door, closing it in your face. you were not as mentally prepared as you thought you were.

moments later, the door swings back open and you speed walk over to him, plopping down on the floor in front of him.

“sorry. i just needed a moment,” you mutter, looking down at your shoes.

he chuckles at your cute antics, “that’s okay.”

jihoon then pulls out a wrapped triangle gimbap in one hand and a yakult in the other, hands both outstretched to you.

you blink owlishly at the two snacks in his pretty hands as he sighs with a slight smile, “it’s for you. i know you didn’t get to buy lunch because your student council meeting just ended.”

when you still didn’t move after his explanation, jihoon just places it down in front of your legs.

“a-ah! thank you, jihoon! you didn’t have to…” you clear your throat, realizing how affected you sounded by his actions.

“i wanted to,” jihoon replies nonchalantly, taking off his jacket at the same time.

you peel back the wrapper of the gimbap with a throbbing heart and smile, also trying to change the subject before you combust, “is it hot in here?”

without a response, jihoon drapes his jacket over your legs, which were also sitting uncomfortably because of your skirt.

you look up at jihoon looking off to the side with timid eyes, “sorry, i shouldn’t have sat on the ground. you can use my jacket for now.”

you punch his shoulder with a giggle, thanking him as he groans.

“since when were you such a gentleman, gosh jihoon.”

he rolls his eyes in a joking manner, “since always, you just never notice.”

“sure sure. anyways, what…. did you want to talk about?”

the light and comfortable atmosphere and banter between the two of you just now had made you completely forget this was the first time you talked to jihoon after the junghyung incident. though it was only two days ago, you were busy talking to the principal and dealing with the whole situation, which left you no time until now to talk to him. which still wasn’t even enough time!

“oh yeah,” jihoon looks up from his lap to make eye contact with you, suddenly in a serious mood, “i just wanted to see how you were. did you get in trouble?”

“mm, yes and no? like principal han was pretty mad, but all those years of sucking up to her did me good because she said she still thinks i’m a good student, i just handled the situation wrong,” you say while trying to peel off the lid of the yakult.

jihoon notices, taking the drink from your hands and poking a straw through it for you…….

was he hiding the straw from you just so he could do that….cheeky idiot. anyways!

“continue?” jihoon inquires softly, handing the drink back to you.

“t-thanks. uhh, i have to make a formal apology to several classes tomorrow morning! i think just the classes in our hallway because those were the ones that gathered to watch us the most, which was so rude by the way?? why would they just stare and record? couldn’t someone get a teacher? ugh, but i also have to do a buuunch of community service this weekend with everyone who hates me now after the whole thing.”

jihoon frowns. he forgot that you defending him that day ended up making your friends distance themselves from you. he can’t help but feel at blame. at fault. did you even have friends anymore?

your eyebrows furrow when jihoon’s expression began to get cloudy and disturbed all of a sudden.

“jihoon? what’s up?”

“i’m sorry,” he replies almost instantly, making you blink in shock.

“i’m sorry that helping me that day made you get on bad terms with everyone. god, they’re your friends and fellow members… you’ll have to see them everyday a-and i made them all turn on you. i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have said anything to junghyung that day. i shouldn’t have let you talk to him. i shouldn’t have—“

you lean forward on your hands, landing a peck on jihoon’s cheek, successfully shutting him up from his intrusive thoughts.

“geez, jihoon… i thought you said you have trouble expressing your feelings! why are you only expressing the negative ones to me??”

jihoon’s cheeks grow and feel fiery as his hand goes up to his cheek, fingers ghosting over where your lips were just a moment ago. the feeling was still there.

not noticing his blushing state, you continue ranting, “even if i knew the outcome of that fight, i still would do it all again in a heartbeat. a heartbeat! i did it because i like you, okay? i wanted to. it’s not your fault, so why would you apologize?”

jihoon’s eyes shoot up to meet yours. “you like me?”

now it was your turn to become shy. did you really say that…?

your heartbeat pounds against your rib age, not knowing what to say. “do you?”

“yes. and i have for a while.”

you nod, managing to calm your heart. you suddenly find your gimbap very interesting now. “good. we’re on the same terms then.” but then you thought about how jihoon remembered you had meetings on wednesdays and never got the chance to eat lunch.

your heartbeat goes wild again. (gosh, him and his acts of service!!!)

jihoon shakes his head with a quiet laugh at your response, “i guess we are.”

sensing how you seemed very overwhelmed with the unexpected confession, which was not how he imagined you would react if he ever confessed (not that he imagined it or anything…..), he decided maybe making another move or establishing anymore between you two would be for another day. for now, he likes you and you like him. that’s enough for the both of you to be on cloud nine.

eight. closest to the heart

today was the day. lee jihoon will be giving you his nametag today because even though you kissed him that day, nothing has been established since you two refuse to talk about it! although you both can tell the other has some sort of interest or feelings for the other, that was all. nothing more, which was enough for a few days. then jihoon got sick of it and wanted to officially be yours.

hoon: music room after school?

you: yes but buy a cola for me this time too please

hoon: of course :)

you: last time you forgot

hoon: no i ran out of money and offered you mine anyways

you: you’re a bad liar

hoon: i’m sorry

you walk into the music room with a bright smile. any bad memories of this room were quickly replaced with fun, heart-aching memories of him. memories of spending all of lunch eating in here, gossiping away at your now ex-friends. memories of watching him in amazement as he composes a beautiful melody with the several instruments in this room just with the talent of his mind. memories of your feelings only growing more and stronger for him.

waiting for jihoon to arrive, you walk around the room, smiling at all the instruments jihoon has played for you. he was so different from you in such a good way. you who only took up extracurriculars for the sake of having something to put on a college application versus jihoon who did non-academic activities just because he genuinely found peace and joy in them. he was so amazing in your eyes. you wish he could see himself the way you saw him.

while scanning around the room, your eyes land on a piece of paper with writing on a table. you raise an eyebrow. barely anyone else comes here and jihoon always comes here with you? or so you thought?

you walk towards the paper, picking it up to read it. instantly, you recognized it to be jihoon’s writing. you have never met a boy with such nice handwriting before until him.

he had made a short bullet point list.

don’t stutter. look them in the eyes. don’t ramble and be straight to the point. be honest. finally, give them the—

a high-pitched yell interrupts your reading. “Y/N!!”

you yelp as jihoon comes speeding at you, swiping the paper off your hands and into his pocket.

he pants, a hand gripping the table as you look at him bewildered.

“jihoon, what the heck?”

“s-sorry, just boy stuff, you know?”

you stare at him with a blank expression, not believing his lie for a moment. “no, i don’t know.”

jihoon laughs awkwardly with gritted teeth, desperate to move on to another topic.

“oh! i have something to tell you! that’s why i asked you to come here today.”

you nod, gesturing for him to continue.

he clears his throat, fixes his posture, and takes a breath.

“y/n. i already told you this, but i want to tell you again. i like you. i’ve liked you since the early days of our friendship when you kept following me around and i tried to make you leave me alone by constantly saying that you talk too much. that was a lie. well, you do ramble, but i didn’t mind because i do too. i just didn’t know how to deal with such a pretty person wanting to talk to me every day.”

he smiles unconsciously because even the thought of you made him smile. just the thought of you alone.

“i began to like you more when you would come to the music room with me during lunch even when you said your friends wouldn’t stop complaining about it. i liked you more when you texted me good morning and goodnight, when you asked me if i ate, when you wanted to listen to my music, and when you were just you. i don’t think i’ve ever shown my music to someone before, but you’re a special person to me. you will always be a special person to me. and… i hope to be a special person to you as well…”

with a shaky hand, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his nametag. jihoon grabs your hand and places it in your palm, closing your hand around it.

your confused expression sends jihoon into a whirlwind of panic.

“i like you too, jihoon. you’ve always been a special person to me, though.” jihoon falters when you undo the pin of his name tag and attempt to pin it back on his uniform.

“are you rejecting me?”

the absolute seriousness but also slight wavering of his voice makes you nearly drop the name tag.

“what?” you shriek, “of course not! i thought we were making this official!”

jihoon thinks, trying to connect the dots together... nothing’s connecting.

“we are. and i wanna be your boyfriend…but why are you giving me back my name tag?”

you glance down at the his name tag in your hands puzzled.

“i thought you wanted me to pin it back for you. as in like ‘i like you so much here’s the honor of letting you pin my name tag on me,’” when you take in the horrified look on your now boyfriend’s face, you laugh awkwardly, “isn’t that what you wanted me to do?”

“no! oh my gosh, i would never confess to you in such a douchey way. ever. i just…” his words trail off when he realizes maybe you didn’t know what giving a name tag to someone meant. that never occurred as a possible situation in his head. and trust when i say he thought he mapped all the possible situations that would result from him confessing.

“wait, don’t you know what giving you my name tag means?”

you blink twice.

jihoon lets out a sigh of relief and then laughs at your adorable, lost state.

he collects himself, but one look at you makes him melt and throw his arms around you in a hug.

your breath halts when jihoon practically puts all his weight on you, snuggling his head into your neck.

his soft voice makes your body shiver.

“there’s basically this … tradition where a boy gives his name tag to his crush as a way to confess his love because name tags sit close to the heart.”

the wheels in your head begin turning again.

“so … in way, i’m giving you my heart.”

when you respond with a sniffle, jihoon pulls back from the hug immediately.

“are you crying??” he looks at you with wide eyes, cradling your head.

you pout, “no, but i might. that’s so cute, jihoon. i love it so much.”

your hand grasps his name tag tighter. he just gave you his heart.

you pull his hand, closing the distance between you two once again.

you lean your head on his shoulder, whispering out five words so quiet so only he could hear, “i love you so much.”

“i love you too,” he responds almost immediately.

you hold in a giggle when you feel his pounding heart as he holds back a quip when he also hears your heart beating erratically in the silence and comfort of the music room.

nine. a love that lasts

“highschool love never lasts.” okay tell that to you and jihoon then.

“are you… crying??”

when those words slip from jihoon’s mouth, a sob escapes your throat.

you hid your face with your sleeve, tears falling nonstop and crying, “you wrote a song for me!”

jihoon gawks at you because he was baffled. were these good tears? bad tears? shocked tears? angry tears??? he should be good at reading your emotions by now! he’s been dating you for seven years now. eight years as of today because it was your relationship’s anniversary! and he's written you several songs before??

he stumbles out of his chair to you as you continue to cry (sob).

“y/n, what-what’s wrong? whatever i did, i’m sorry. it's my fault,” he sits beside you on the couch of this recording studio, rubbing your back comfortingly.

“no, you did nothing wrong at all,” you sniffle, “i just love the song so much. i love you so much.”

jihoon bites his lip, holding back a chuckle. he turns your face toward him with both of his hands, cupping your face so he could wipe your falling tears away with his thumbs.

his hands pause as he squeezes your cheeks. “i love you too. i’m glad you like the song so much. happy 8th anniversary, y/n. thank you for loving me all these years even though i was so difficult and still am.”

you close your eyes, more cries erupting as jihoon dares to laugh at you and pulls you in for a warm, but crushing hug.

you sometimes wonder how you would’ve survived high school without jihoon. then and now, he has been someone who helped you breathe when things began to get overwhelming. he was your anchor. for jihoon, he was speeding through life, wanting to grow up as soon as possible. that was until he fell in love with you. you made him feel want to cherish his days and live happily. his life had meaning again. his days had the motivation to do more. you brought out the best in him.

he now begins to wonder how you’ll react when he pulls out the rings and asks the biggest question of his and your lives. however, he has a feeling it’ll be a good cry as well.

[theworldofotps]

Did You Buy Out The Store?

(Monthly Flow Series)

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Reader Word Count: 652 Description The drip gawd is more then willing to buy anything his baby needs when the time of the month rolls around.

Huge thank you to @auburnwrites for the idea, this one is for you! __________ Tag list @omg-im-such-a-masochist @damnnhausen @writtingrose @sjwrites22 @sassymox @new-zealand-chic @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex @biforrollynch @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @xbreezymeadowsx @rebellious-desires @thiccc-rider-mcintyre @letsgivethisonemoreshot @alination @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal @thatnerdwriter @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37 @cuzimacomedian @aews-four-pillars @elevennbloom @melblacc @whenimakeitshine1234 @alliwant456

 If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. _________ Seth💧👑‘Hello gorgeous just finished the interview is there anything I can get you at the store?’

Babydoll🥵😏: A new uterus please

😩Seth💧👑: That bad this month? 

Babydoll🥵😏: Yes I’m cramping, too hot but yet too cold I have a massive headache and I just feel like shit 

Seth💧👑: Don’t worry baby, the drip god is on the way 

Pocketing his phone Seth backs out of his parking space and starts for the nearest store. He knew that you really struggled sometimes when your period came, and for once he was home to take care of you. Not exceeding the speed limit by too much Seth soon parks the car and pulls a cap on and his sunglasses. He was hoping he could get through this trip without attracting too much attention. 

“Hello.” 

Waving to the door greeter Seth grabs a cart and starts wandering through aisles. 

“Okay period products, let’s see pads, tampons, liners?”Looking over what seemed like hundreds of options he decides to just grab one of all three. But now there are different flows? 

Blowing out a puff of air he grabs a few more in different colors then continues down the aisle. 

“Okay, I know my baby uses this one for headaches.” 

Grabbing two bottles of your preferred medicine he continues walking around the store. His cart slowly filled as he tried to think of anything you may need. New comfy pajamas, although you’d probably just wear his shirt most of the time. A new blanket. Your favorite snacks, drinks, and flowers. A cute card he thought you would get a laugh out of and just some random shit. He even tossed in a few romance movies, he knew from rooming with Finn that they were decent selections. 

When he finally finishes Seth pushes his cart to checkout and begins scanning everything. Okay maybe he bought a little too much but when it came to you there was no such thing as too much. Taking all of his bags Seth makes his way to the car and places everything in the backseat. Sending you a text that he would be home soon, Seth starts the car and heads for your house. “I’m hooome!”

Hearing your boyfriend’s voice ring through your house made you smile and wince. Setting your phone down you call out from the living room.

“Hello baby, sorry it took so long.”

“Jeez Seth look at all those bags! Did you buy out the whole store?”

“Noooo and in my defense I wanted to be sure you had everything you would need.”

“And then some thank you for picking it all up. I really appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome, now I see you already have one of my shirts on. So I’ll wash these pajamas and maybe you can wear them tomorrow.”

Sorting through the bags, Seth places the clothing in the wash along with the blanket. Going back to the living room he sits next to you placing your legs on his lap.

“I wasn’t exactly sure which box I was supposed to get so I got all of these. The wrong ones I can just have one of the girls pick up and they can keep them in the locker room.”

“That’s very sweet of you.”

Kissing his hand you smile as he brings out your favorite drinks and snacks. Then put a movie in, Seth knew that sometimes you just really enjoyed having a physical copy of movies.

“Okay beautiful let me cuddle you.”

Scooping you up, Seth lays down and places you in front of him, his hands automatically rubbing your stomach in light circles. You were so thankful you didn’t have to go through this one alone, Seth always did everything he could to make the time easier for you. He truly was the best.

[aestheticsuwu]

⛓Ladies first, baby, I insist [I could be a better boyfriend than him ]⛓

Sam LaRusso x Tory Nichols

I will be posting all my work soon, since I might stop writing and making moodboards .

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The universe works so many ways ,and outcomes are all different, She wouldn’t have expected it to go her way tonight.

The night was like any other night at a club. Packed with people dancing to the rhythm of the music and drinking to fulfill one’s enjoyment . It’s not a club without random strangers or couples who are practically had their tongue down their throats and grinding against each other.

Lust lingering in the crowded air. It seem people were inhaling desperately .

She had two of her close friends doing the exact same thing . She wish she had bleach for her eyes for every time it happened. Tory honesty thought they were 10 times worse than any sex deprived stranger , She really regrets introducing those two.

But nothing could ruin her night . She sat against comfortably in her booth , a half-empty glass in her hand , and her eyes focused on her .

The dim-light against her skin and the low cut dress made her look like the greatest sin and well Tory was up for adding her to her list.

It had been a month that the blonde made a choice to keep coming to the same overpriced club where the drinks were far from cheap and had a snobby-rich crowd. ‘Swayze force her to tag along, and she was not impressed until her eyes landed on her.

She is not usually like this. But something captivated her attention and there’s no going back ,and by now Tory doesn’t want it to. The girl wasn’t her type, far from it .

The petite brunette held her self like a princess , all soft and delicate . A sugary smile that would nauseate Tory if it was anyone else . Curly hair that framed her face perfectly .Blue eyes that made her want to take a leap and make a move, she would’ve but the beau has a boyfriend.

Every night she watches the couple order drinks , the guy would grab her to harshly and let her dance by herself and at the end ,the idiot would get all winded up and ruin her night and the brunette always runs after him with a prominent scowl .

You can tell the guy didn’t care about her, but himself . Tory would know how to treat her right. Having her around her arm , Showing her off to the world because that’s what the brunette deserved. She would treat her like a real princess and not like a side piece like the turd that she calls boyfriend.

Plus, My clothes would fit her. Bet she would look hot.

“ You know, Stalking isn’t attractive not even if it’s you.” Robby says breathless like he ran a marathon and all sweaty . He wipes his face with a towel from his bag and plops down beside her.

She pushes him away with a spare napkin making him laugh . Flickering her hair away with a bit of attitude, a habit she picked up on from her, ,” It’s not stalking. Im here with my best friend who has spent all night grinding up on his boyfriend while I sit here comfortably drinking and saving myself from the embarrassing sight and if it’s conveniently where I can -“

“Stare at Sam .” Robby cuts her off with raised eyebrows . It turns out they knew each other . She was like his step sister , Tory didn’t get to meet her when they were younger . At the time maybe Tory wouldn’t give her time of day since she was dating Aisha , who also knew Sam. Everyone knew her even Rickenberger ,but to be fair the guy knows everyone.

I’m I really the only one ? That can’t be . She been single multiple times and nobody even introduced her to Sam. And here she was introducing Robby to his boyfriend. ughhh .

“ She’s going to break up with the guy. She told me . I heard because Brian has a small dick or maybe because he treats her like shit , I don’t remember.” Robby finishes with a fit of giggles and topples over the table.

No more drinks for this little guy.

“No more drinks for you , Robby.” Doug helps Robby move off from the table and fixes him to lay back against the leather cushions . She watch how her friend stops giggling and gets a sad look.

He pokes his boyfriend chest with his finger .”I’m not Robby. I’m Baby !”

“Of course. You’re my baby. And I think is time to head back home.” Doug smiles fondly at his drunk boyfriend . Robby covers his face bashfully. He turns to look a her for confirmation , she agrees immediately .

“Give me your card so I can pay the tab.” She helps out her hand out .

“I pay all the time .”

“I introduce you to the best thing in your life .That’s a debt you will pay me for life.” She smirk triumphantly when she’s handed the credit card. It always work. Although right now Robby is not proving her statement right now . Acting like a kid trying to get out of showering.

She helps her short friend out of the booth and until she makes sure he’s glued to Doug hip like a koala ,she heads the other way to pay .

Finish dealing with the bill , she pockets the card and makes a turn to leave when she halts . She was five inches away from the brunette , all alone but a empty drink in her hand . Robby drunk words echoed in her brain . Everyone kept dancing all in their own world while Tory felt time stopped.

Take Swayze home. I have business to take care of.

She puts her phone away and heads towards her. Taking through her brain to come up with the right way to approach her . The female looked bothered, her usual bright smile and her stupid boyfriend didn’t make any appearance tonight . Maybe the new red dress that hugged her right , her hair straighten and red painted lips were the signs she ditched the loser.

Tory walked up to the bar , standing near her, her hand sought out to her wrist to grab attention and reluctantly letting it go to not scare her away.

“Can I buy you a drink .” For the first time , Tory is making eye contact with her and it felt thrilling .She hoped she wouldn’t get rejected but even if she did , Tory won’t give up. She would try next time .

“ No Thank you.” Sam stands up smoothly and her dress down her pale thighs and pushes back her hair away from her face. Tory pulls out her poker face to not show her disappointment , she nods and bites her lips but keeps her eyes on the shorter female .

She makes a move to leave but to her surprise Sam continues, “ But you can invite me to dance .”

The invitation sounded enticingly to Tory’s ears. She stands in front of her , she notice quickly their height difference , and Sam notice too . Tory pulls her by the wrist and she feels her smooth skin against hers , leading her to the dance floor .

Pulling her body closer , enough to feel her but not that close to make her feel uncomfortable but she is surprise when Sam pulls her in closer and wraps her arms around her neck.

“ I warn you I might not let you go tonight.” She whispers to the shorter female ear . Fixing a stray hair behind the same ear.

“ Then this might be your lucky night , Tory.” Sam grins with a gleam of mischief in her blue innocent eyes. Maybe Tory hadn’t been to subtle about her intrest but she didn’t give a fuck since now she had her in her arms .

She will show LaRusso what a better boyfriend she can be ,not like any other guy she had in her life. She will start with tonight. Making her regret not dumping the guy quicker .

[andypantsx3]

shoto and 'when i find out who is responsible for this...' IM A SUCKER FOR OVERPROTECTIVE SHO LMAO

This one was one of my faves to write, I really hope you like it!

Damage | Todoroki/Reader

Prompt: “When I find out who is responsible for this...” Word Count: 1600 words Tags/Warnings: SFW, ye olde quirk accident trope Notes: Special thanks again to my lady love @bobawithpomegranate for beta-ing me!! Also, for anyone who hasn’t suffered a corporate job: KPIs = key performance indicators, which are a set of business metrics used to measure success in certain areas.

The first sign that something was wrong should have been in line for security. 

Ayako—your favorite member of the Todoroki Agency security team—was waving a detector wand over your clothes when she asked casually, “How’s it going?”

Any other morning, your response was something along the lines of, “Oh, it’s going. How are you?” This morning, however, you blurted, “Good! Except that I bumped someone on the train and spent ten minutes trying to get a coffee stain out of this shirt, and I feel a little sick when I think about leading the KPIs review because Shouto’s property damage numbers are up again which doesn’t look great, so I skipped breakfast but honestly I’m super hungry right now, that was a bad choice, and—”

You cut yourself off, utterly bewildered. Ayako looked similarly nonplussed, raising a slim brow. 

“Uh, nevermind. I’ll just be going,” you said, and hared off to the rest of the security checkpoints before she could give commentary.

So you might have known that something was wrong even before you let yourself into Shouto’s manager’s office, armed with your monthly spreadsheets and performance slide decks. But you hadn’t given it more thought since then, a move which proved to be a complete mistake.

Shouto was already there, lounging in the set of chairs in front of his manager’s desk, looking less like a hero waiting for a meeting and more like some airbrushed ad for his dark turtleneck or his close-fit grey slacks. Your heart shot into your throat at the sight of him, like it usually did, and you had to remind yourself to relax.

Though he was unbearably handsome to the point of distraction, Shouto was relatively easy to get along with, something that should have made you calmer in his presence. He was straightforward, possessed of very little ego, thoughtful, and a very linear and strategic thinker—you’d worked extremely well with him the past couple of years, and Shouto, though he had less to do with the daily operations of the agency, had helped push your promotion last year to Director of Public Relations. It should have added up to an easy and uncomplicated work partnership, but his personality only made your unfortunate crush on him even worse.

He was so horribly, horribly perfect. And you were an awful little metrics gremlin, called in to roast him over the open flame of public opinion once a month. Really not something Shouto might be interested in.

“Y/N,” he said, looking up from his phone and fixing you with an intent look. Your heart stuttered under those heterochromatic eyes.

“Hi, Shouto,” you said, setting down your bag and digging out your laptop for something to take your attention off of him. “How are you?”

“I’m well,” he answered in his deep tone. “How are you?”

And that was it. The damning question that sent it all to hell.

“My heart feels like it could explode any second, and I feel kind of faint, weirdly weak, and incredibly distracted,” you answered, naming the symptoms of his very presence.

There was a beat of silence. You froze, crouched over your bag, laptop halfway out of it. Then it hit you what had just been said, and you slapped a hand over your mouth in horror. 

Shouto was up out of his chair in the blink of an eye, kneeling in front of you with cool fingers on your face, angling it towards him.

“You’re not well?” he asked, those eyes locking on you with an alarming intensity.

His attention only made things worse. “I feel like I might pass out,” you said, cringing even as the words left your mouth.

Fuck, what the hell were you saying? You were making it sound like you were some Victorian maiden, ready to swoon in the mere company of a gentleman. And why were you saying this shit? You’d worked with him for years and you’d never let slip the effect he had on you—what was wrong with you this morning?

You thought back to the coffee incident on the train this morning, the way the girl whose drink you had spilled had startled, the way she had weirdly apologized to you even as you were in the midst of your own apology.

A sense of foreboding settled over you. 

Oh.

Oh fuck.

“I think I’ve been hit with a quirk,” you blabbed.

Shouto’s features shuttered, a hard look you’d never really seen before entering his eye. He went over to his manager’s desk, dialing a number on her office phone, and then he was talking in low tones, asking someone from medical to come up to her office immediately.

Then he was back at your side, easing you carefully to the floor like you actually were in danger of passing out, and not just a huge idiot with an incredibly fat crush that made you say the world’s most ridiculous things.

“When I find out who’s responsible for this,” he uttered, low and dangerous, “they might never be able to use a quirk again.”

For some reason, the threat warmed you, even as it sent a little shiver down your spine. Was it weird to find him hot when he was angry?

You clamped your mouth firmly shut, lest you tell him exactly what illness prevailed you, but your silence was all for naught.

Because when one of the medical staff made it up to the office, pressing a quirk testing strip to your skin, she pronounced, “A truth quirk.”

Shouto caught your hand before it could smack into your forehead, looking surprised that he had done so. And then even more surprised at the pronouncement.

“A truth quirk,” he echoed, looking down at you curiously. His fingers were gentle where they held your wrist.

You squirmed uncomfortably under his scrutiny.

“But then, you’re still not well,” he said. He looked up at the medical staffer. “She’s feeling faint, and having problems with her heart.”

“She’s fine,” the staffer confirmed, holding up a scanner with your vital readings. They were embarrassingly perfect—incredibly, perfectly, damnably normal.

You could have died. You literally could have died.

Shouto looked down at you with a little wrinkle on his perfect brow, obviously wondering how you could admit symptoms like that given a truth quirk, only for there to be no physical sign of them. You tried to hold down the truth, but another question from him doomed you.

“But how?” he asked, clearly concerned, cool fingers smoothing over your cheekbone.

“I have an insanely huge crush on you,” you blurted. Then you unleashed a string of colorful swears, flushing so hot you thought you might catch fire.

Those heterochromatic eyes went a little round at the edges.

The medical staffer looked like she was trying very hard not to laugh as she bade a quick farewell. She was out the door before you could catch her sleeve and hold her like a shield against Shouto’s incredibly penetrating stare.

“I’m. Um. You know, sorry and everything,” you added. “I won’t let it interfere with work. I mean, I haven’t, any of the past couple years—fuck, oh my god, I just said that—”

Shouto was watching your mouth like he couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of it.

“Say it again,” he said.

You paused, staring at him. “What?”

“Tell me how you’re feeling.”

“My heart feels like it could explode any second, and I feel kind of faint, weirdly weak, and incredibly distracted,” you answered obediently.

“Because of me,” he said, like it was a wonder.

You gave him an annoyed look. Obviously because of him, who the fuck else did he think wielded that combination of attractiveness and straightforward appeal like an S-class quirk of its own?

Shouto choked on a laugh, and you realized with some horror that you’d said all of that out loud. 

Damn the fucking truth quirk.

“I don’t know,” Shouto said, sounding amused. “I think I rather like it. When I find out who is responsible for this, I might have to thank them instead.”

This stopped you short.

He what now?

“I’m sorry, what?”

Something a little like a smirk curled the corner of Shouto’s mouth. “It is generally gratifying to know one’s feelings are returned, wouldn’t you agree?”

“I wouldn’t know—” you started, feeling annoyed with him again. Then you choked when the implication of his words sank in.

Shouto’s fingers slid down to cup your chin, and suddenly it felt like every nerve ending in your body was concentrated there, the touch magnified a thousand-fold into an all-consuming sensation. 

“Would you like me to kiss you?” he asked lightly, looking smug.

“Oh my god yes—” The answer was out of your mouth before he’d even finished the question.

Shouto laughed, and then he was leaning in. You could feel the smile still on his mouth when it met yours. Shouto’s kiss was careful and attentive, but you could sense something deeper beneath, the same kind of restrained sort of passion that underlaid his quirk. Having that kind of controlled intensity turned on you was something you could have never prepared for.

The kiss became deeper and more heated, and Shouto was just easing you backwards again, still pressed firmly to you, when the door opened and his manager blew in.

“This is a fucking office,” she said, stepping over the two of you like you were a grimy puddle in the street. “Now hurry the fuck up, we have KPIs to review. Shouto—don’t think this will derail me from your property damage numbers increasing.”

Shouto huffed into your mouth, slumping against you.

You couldn’t do anything but laugh.

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