#lee!present mic

[sleepysheepytea]

Happy Holidays @a-fluffer-nutter !! I'm your squealing santa!! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ

lol i normally have a pretty hard time drawing these two but i def tried my best!!

i hope you have a wonderful holiday and a happy new year!!

[gabe-76]

Tickletober 2024 - Day 28: "The number you have dialed..." (Erasermic)

M/H: "Who are you calling there, Eraserhead?"

E/S: "Mic... Stop that..."

M/H: "No until you answer!!"

With Shinsou:

"The number you have dialed is not available at this time"

S: "Hm... Strange... He always answers my calls"

[fluffyweeby]

Tickletober day 4 - Weak spot

Prompts by @tickletober

I think Aizawa having a ticklish neck is canon at this point and he’s gremlin of a husband would use it all the time against him. Wjajswwjssj I love them too much 🥹

Happy tktober everyone! 💜

[daddyn3xus]

Did he have his age in bio tho /hj

HJGHDSH NO HE DIDNT

[soobnny]

dating him | seo changbin

❝ everyone pay attention…. i love my girlfriend ❞

chan | lee know | CHANGBIN | hyunjin | han | felix | seungmin | jeongin

okay hear me out

hear me out …..

seo changbin biggest kisser 🙁🙁🙁

i can just imagine him kissing u all the time

every chance he gets

forehead, chin, neck, cheeks, forehead, lips, WHEREVER.

nowhere is safe

he just thinks u are so beautiful

also just a hunch but he probably is a big thigh kisser i feel like he loves thighs !!!!!

have fun thinking about that

changbin is giving me best friends to lovers type beat

either that or strangers to lovers with a miscommunication twist

picture him accidentally getting ur food order cos u got the exact same thing

and the waiter’s like .. “are u (name)?”

he’s confused at first bc huh no i’m changbin

and then u come over

AND NOW HE IS SO EMBARRASSED

this is embarrassing

this had to happen to him in front of a pretty girl … you … why

that’s the beginning of ur love story

wait i just suddenly thought of something

OK SO here’s an alternative meet cute

you

well…

you can’t park for the life of u

and he’s next in line to u

so he helps u 😭😭😭

like gets out of his car and parks it for u

u offer coffee as thank you

who was he to say no

ANYWAYS fast forward to the present

i feel like ur dates are either dinner cruises or dollar dates

like either extremely expensive

or cute, fun, and cheap

it depends on his mood or the event

he loves spoiling u tho

mention one thing u want and he probably already bought it for u

he just knows u that well

either that or he’s rushing to buy it immediately

OKAY NOW

here are some of the things he does for u

changbin special #1 —> opens all ur jars for u

having a hard time opening ur bottle of water? no worries

changbin to the rescue

want a pickle out of that jar? he’s already grabbing it and opening it for u

u will never touch a jar in ur life anymore

changbin special #2 —> shares his food w u

i feel like food can be one of his love languages

he just wants to be sure u’re eating well and good when you’re with him

PLUS i just watched their interview where the members say he doesn’t share

but with you he does ok !!!!! with u he does

he’d share anything with u 🥹🥹🥹🥹

changbin special #3 —> “saw this and thought of u” text messages

and it’s the cutest things ever

or the most random things

no in between

it’s a coin on the floor or a little squirrel

speaking of texts

he’s the type to spam u with cute messages and emojis

i miss you baby 🥰🥰🥰💗💓💝💘💖💕💕🩷❤️❤️💞💓💞💗💕💘💝💝💖😍😘😘😘🥰😍🥰🥵

changbin special #4 —> piggyback rides

u will never ever have to worry about being tired bc changbin is there to the rescue

he loves it too bc he gets to have u close and he can also hold ur thighs

changbin thigh obsession agenda

he loves running with u behind him

honestly i can def see him as playful at times

but not too fast

he couldn’t risk making u fall

one time it happened and he doesn’t think he could ever forgive himself after seeing the TINIEST scar on ur knee

cleans it up for you and everything

moving on

now here are some of his favorite things to do WITH you

he loves when u guys r just chilling and he has u on his lap

if he could, he would keep u there 24/7

would be the type to pull u on his lap during movie night with the boys

EVEN THO THE COUCH ISN’T EVEN FULL

cue playful vomit noises by the boys

he couldn’t care less

at the end of the day, it’s HIM who has YOU on his LAP

so who’s rly winning

he also loves doing chores to ur favorite songs

mini dance breaks in between

he’d use the broom as his mic

now you have a personal concert from the boy

loves doing girly pop songs

yes he’s singing that boy is mine by ariana grande

yes he’s also doing the tiktok choreography

and YES HE’S ABSOLUTELY EATING IT UP

yes btw, he would film tiktoks with u

you’d send him a like and he’s just down every single time

you’d even catch him trying to memorize the choreo on his free time

u know that yeah glo tiktok .. yup he’s rapping

just ANYTHING with u

and ofc how could i ever leave out gym dates

the first time u accepted to go to the gym with him, he was convinced he could die right there

he would die a happy man

he’s happy u’re sharing his passion w him

(even more if u aren’t rly a gym person before him so he appreciates it even more)

HEART EYES when he sees u in ur gym fit

buys u everything

all the outfits and whatever u need

becomes protective at the gym

but he does everything for u

cleans the equipment before u use it

spots for u and things like that

anything for u

princess treatment fr

side eye at the guys looking at u

u would suddenly feel a figure behind u

don’t worry, it’s just changbin trying to show everyone that he’s the lucky guy that got u

he’s quite ltrly ur watermark

he also loves that cliche push up thing where u’re underneath him and he kisses u everytime he goes down

oh did i tell u he has one of those ‘i ❤️ my gf” shirts

and he LOVES wearing them in public

he’s so cheeky with it

hmmmmm what else

OH he rly enjoys making silly faces at each other from across the room

he always makes u laugh

and smthn i see happening is him trying to do legos with u but he rage quits

changbin also gives me healthy communicator

but like

u have to give him a bit of space first

he can get angry so the moment he does, he asks u for a moment

cos i feel that he’s easy to upset

when he’s sure he won’t take it out on u

and when he’s sure he’s a bit more level headed

he’ll ask if u two can finally talk abt it

good job changbin

anyways

at the end of the day

the boys are sick of u two

they know everything about u

PLUS he always has a stupid smile on his face whenever he talks about u

I LOVE LOVE !!!!!

note. credits to user @.luvknow for the layout of this post! let me know what you think! please discuss these with me i’m crazy

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

A Guiding Hand 2

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, parental neglect, depression, inference of self harm, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: your online academics are affected by your personal struggles but your professor won’t let you give up so easy.

Characters: Raymond Smith, Lee Bodecker in the background

Note: I think my back is ok now.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

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I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

Tuesday comes too quickly. You don’t sleep the night before. It’s more than just Lee and your mother arguing that keeps you awake. The anxiety of your meeting bears down on you like an open maw, ready to devour you.

You don’t expect it to go well. You’re not even sure why you’re doing it. 

That one thought repeats over and over. You don’t have to. You can cancel. You can make another excuse and stay a loser. That’s easy. Maybe that’s why it’s so scary. Because new things are hard. 

You languish in bed as the time ticks by. You got to get up and get moving. Soon, you’ll do something. Soon. 

You roil in the trepidation. Each move, each little thing, is a gargantuan task. You sneak out to wash your face and make yourself as presentable as you can. You waited too long. You have five minutes to put something on that isn’t wrinkled and stale. 

You put on a black sweatshirt, hoping the little balls of lint aren’t visible. Maybe you can get away with just turning the microphone on. You open the computer and shift in the chair. One minute. 

You find the email and scroll down to the link. You hover over it and stare. Noon on the dot. Your hand falters and you click the Zoom meeting. It opens in the browser and your breath traps in your chest.  

The little box in the corner is black as you leave the red line through the camera icon as the mic catches the rustle of your shirt. There’s a man on screen. He sits before an office backdrop but you can’t tell if its digitally generated or real. His blond hair is combed back and he sports a thick beard and glasses. He wears a wool sweater over a collared shirt and stares down the camera. 

“Hello,” he speaks, “anyone there?” 

You clear your throat and croak, nearly choking on your own spit.  

“Here,” you manage to squeak. 

“Ah, hello there, may I ask you turn your camera on?” His voice is low and lilted, almost smoky in a way. 

You hesitate and scratch your neck, letting your fingers wander up to your scalp. The itch spread, making sitting still unbearable. You wince as you hear someone in the kitchen, the fridge door closes heavily and a dish clinks on the counter. 

“Hello?” The voice comes again. 

You panic and hit the keyboard. You steady your hand and tap the camera, shying away as you slouch in your chair. The dim glow of your bedside lamp leaves you in shadow. Still, you feel exposed. 

“Better,” he says but with little enthusiasm, “well, I suppose we best get to the meat of things,” he adjusts his posture. 

“Okay,” you murmur and cross your arms, looking evasively at the wall. 

“Good to finally meet. I’m Professor Smith,” he introduces himself and calls you by name. 

“You too,” you utter out of courtesy. This is torture to you. 

“Now, you’ve done very well on your completed work,” his eyes scan as he looks at the screen before him, "you’ve shown improvement up until a few weeks ago. You do have a lot of potential to be successful here--” 

You nod and hunch down further. You just feel worse. You’re a lazy slob. You didn’t finish your work just like you never finish the laundry or cleaning your room. 

“Irene!” Lee’s voice booms on the other side of the wall and you wince, looking over your shoulder then back to the computer. You huddle closer, hoping he didn’t hear that. Your mother’s drone responds to the holler. 

“Perhaps it is the format? We could explore another option for your remaining assignments. I can accommodate where necessar--” 

“Fuck off!” Lee shouts and a loud bang hits the hallway wall. You gulp and your lips part. 

“Lee, please, I didn’t-- I wouldn’t--” 

“Should’ve known better than to trust a whore!” Lee barks. 

You cover your face and shrink down. No! Not now. 

“Is everything alright?” He asks and you separate your fingers, looking through them. You drop your hands and nod. 

“Sorry--” 

Another loud thump, this time against your door and your mother sobs loudly as she slides down the other side. You stammer and your lip trembles as you stare mortified at the lens in the frame of the laptop. This is awful. 

“What is happen--” 

You wiggle your fingers on the touchpad and hit End Call. You retract and wrap your arms around your head, folding over your lap as you rock. How humiliating. You can’t believe that happened. Well, you can. It’s what always happens. 

Your mother and Lee continue to argue, their fight just outside your door. You shake your head as you stay curled over. You don’t know why she does this. These men come around, call her names, knock her around, and she lets them come right back. 

A tinkling noise comes from the speaker. Professor Smith is calling you. You decline the call. An email chimes in at the corner. It’s from him as well. You see the preview, a response to his last email. 

‘Please respond or I will call authorities to confirm your saf....’ 

You click on the notification to expand the full message. You sigh and don’t bother reading the rest as you hit reply. 

‘Everything is fine. I will take the fail. Thank you.’ 

Another call comes in. Just leave me alone! You hit the red button again and delete his last email. And he calls again. Ugh. What does he care. You’re sure he has lots of students to worry about. Another email and another call. Back and forth until you accidentally hit the wrong key. 

He appears again, closer to the lens as his forehead lines, “hello, hey, hey,” he sits back, holding up a hand as you scramble, panicking as you fidget and try to figure out what to do, “don’t hang up, alright? Don’t, or I will be obligated to call the police.” 

As he commands you, your mother and Lee continue their sparring in the hall, voices raised though not as clear from the front room. You sniff and rub your cheek, soothing yourself as you bring up your other hand to chew on your sleeve. 

“Are you in danger?” He asked pointedly. You shake your head. “What is all that then?” 

He’s quiet and you are enveloped again in the chaos outside your room. You shrug and tilt your head to one side. You look down. 

“My mom...” 

He sighs, “look, I wouldn’t have taken the time to call if I didn’t think you could do this. Perhaps, this was the wrong avenue. So, is it possible we meet somewhere neutral. In person?” 

You shudder and sit up as much as you can, wringing your hands, “I... I... don’t drive.” 

“That’s alright, is there a library near you, yeah? I can find my way.” 

You frown and flick your lip under your teeth several times. You see yourself in the little box. You look scary as your eyes are pools of shadows. 

“Uh...” you pull your hands apart and open a new tab, happy to have your image off the screen. You type into the search. You think there’s a library close by. “Yes, um, there is...” 

“Send me the location. We’ll reschedule. When are you available? Thursday? I’m afraid tomorrow I’m booked up.” 

You switch back to the video call. You feel tears tightening your throat and ready to spring. You shake your head and paste the URL of the library branch into the chat. His eyes flit down to read it. 

“Thursday,” you repeat but it’s not as much a question as you mean. 

“Thursday is good. Can we do earlier? Ten?” He asks. 

You don’t know. You’re not used to making decisions. You don’t get asked for your preference ever. 

“Sure,” you answer, just wanting to end the call and hide in bed. 

“Alright, I’ll pencil you in,” he says, “shall I stay on the call until that...” he pauses as Lee continues to bluster, “subsides?” 

“No,” you shake your head. 

He stares at you, his forehead lined with disapproval. Why does he care so much? He doesn’t know you. 

“Are you certain?” He intones. 

You nod, “I have to go.” 

You end the call and shut the computer. Your stomach is a jumble and you’re jittering with adrenaline. All your life, you’ve hidden behind these walls; you’ve hidden all that goes on there. To have someone witness it is worse than the yelling and hitting itself. 

You ignore the chirp from the laptop and throw yourself into bed. Thursday. So, another torturous purgatory begins, waiting to face the professor and your incompetence once more. 

📓

Thursday comes too quickly. 

You sit in your room and convince yourself to go. It was easier when it was just a computer screen, though even that was difficult. Only for you because you’re so messed up. Because you can’t do anything. 

What else can you do? The whole night you were awake thinking about how you would tell your mother. If you flunk out, you default on the student loan and you’re even deeper in the pit. The true consequences of your laziness are clearer now and you can’t let your sloth bury you again. If you do, you may as well give up on everything. Even life itself. 

So, you have no choice. You’re being given a last chance. Again. You’d feel even worse for not taking it than you would for failing at it. 

You pull on a hoodie and grab your house key and your knapsack with your computer and notebook tucked inside. That’s all you really have. No phone, no wallet. Just the bare minimum.  

You shuffle to the door, standing just inside as you muster your courage. You check your digital watch, an old Casio you’ve had for years. The numbers are dim and hard to read in the dark. You have to get going. 

You emerge and go down to the kitchen to sneak a sip of water before you go. Your room is always so dry at night. You drain a glass and rinse it out, leaving it beside the sink. As you turn around, you hear your mother’s bedroom door and the slap of her slippers as she slinks in. 

“Ah, honey,” she smiles dopily. You can smell liquor from there. She might even still be drunk as her hangovers usually keep her abed. “There you are! Oh, gosh, are you going somewhere?” 

“Mm, library,” you answer, “for school.” 

“Oh, smart girl,” she slurs. You try to smile but it’s shaky and weak. Your mom tries, you know that, so you can’t hate her. “Can you stop by the shop on your way? I got a twenty. Wouldn’t mind some vodka.” 

You pick at a fingernail, “mom, I don’t... I don’t like buying that stuff.” 

“Mm, I know, but I...” she sways on her feet and belches into her fist, “never mind. I’ll just ask Lee when he comes by.” 

“He’s coming?” You ask warily. 

“Sure, sure,” she turns and staggers to the fridge, “he must be missing me by now.” 

She bends, leaning on the door as she opens it, and peruses the mostly empty shelves. You leave her and go down the hall. You grab your shoes and slip them on, once more stopping at the threshold. Keep going. You made it this far. 

You let yourself out and lock the door behind you. You take the stairs down to the first level and continue out onto the street. You keep to the edge of the pavement as you weave around other pedestrians that pass. 

Your lips move as you recite the directions to yourself. You were sure to memorise the route as best as you could. You get turned around but right yourself and make it to the corner when you can see the grey brick of the library. 

You wait at the light before you cross and your heart begins to race the closer you get. Oh no, you don’t know if you can do this. You want to just run away. What if he sees you and changes his mind? I mean, look at you. You’re not some perky coed, you’re... you. 

You stare up at the facade and the large letters over the entrance. You take the first step, then the next. You focus on that. Right foot, left foot. Little things, one at a time. You can do this. You have to. 

[mins-fins]

👻 chapter one . . . we'll die holding hands <3

"no chat, i'm not staring out the window because i'm scared, i saw lee heeseung outside obviously" you rolled your eyes, pointer dormant on your mouse as you squint at your screen. "i actually happen to like ghosts, whose afraid of spirits anyway?"

it isn't feigned superiority, not exactly. if it were, you'd probably appear much more full of yourself, you really aren't. your chat spams variations of "you asshole", drawing a silent snicker as you catch sight of the several insults. "my chat hates me" you sigh, eyes fluttering closed as you begin shaking your head in a dramatic fashion, hand reaching to close your curtain to elevate the spooky ambiance.

you clear your throat, hands coming to clasp in a soft sound. "let's hope sunghoon doesn't interrupt me again.. anyway, today we're playing ghosts! it's an interactive game where you're placed with a random player in a ghost hunting game, like phasmaphobia but lobbies are completely randomized and you have to guess your way through it".

an expression of pleasantry overtakes your features, considering you're the ever so horror fanatic, that isn't exactly a surprise. "pray i don't get paired with a random twelve year old" you cross your fingers, raising an eyebrow.

when you finally click the start button on your home screen, your eyes narrow, a particular sound indicating to you that the voice chat was on, an unrecognizable mutter coming through your headphones.

"hello?" a deep voice calls out, testing the mic.

"hi!" you reply cheerfully, practically hearing him reel back in his seat at the sheer volume of his voice. "are you ready to exorcise some ghosts uh—" your nose scrunches as you squint at the screen. "jisung?"

he appears to contemplate, his responding breath questioning as he clearly thinks his over his words. "not really" he replies, and you opt to snort as you capture the slight fear present in his undertone.

"aww why?" you feel for him, you're acting just the slightest bit condescending. "are you a chicken?"

"i— no! i'm just—" he takes a pause, scoffing, you're unfortunately not making things better for him, because you continuously snicker under your breath as he attempts to defend himself. "i was kinda roped into playing this? i'm not a horror guy".

you take the initiative of pouting for him. "well there's no need to worry jisungie, if you're scared you can hold my hand" you nod along as if he can see you, and he sighs as his reply to that one.

"wow, it seems chivalry isn't dead".

"if we die, we'll die holding hands" you muse. "besides, it's just a few ghosts" is your following statement, consistent clicking meeting your ears as you slowly realize he's unconsciously playing with his mouse.

"a few too many".

"chicken".

his gasp is of disbelief, you're having too much fun with this, you think you could picture the expression painting his face. "is this gonna be your thing?"

"it's my way of showcasing affection for you" you smile at your camera, eyebrows raising in unison.

"how romantic".

"don't worry, i'll protect you".

and he mutters something under his breath, he's the slightest bit hesitant, but you don't mind, there's nothing you love more than a good old scaredy-cat, it gives you a good laugh.

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[collisionevents]

with the winter games wrapped up and the snow still settling, it’s time for the award presentation at the outdoor stage of the luxurious five-star resort. the crowd is buzzing, waiting to see who takes home the grand prize. team superior stands center stage, grinning, bruised, and absolutely exhausted, but victorious.

enter post malone.

posty, dressed in a ridiculously oversized fur coat and holding what appears to be a random mitten, steps up to the mic.

“y’all, i gotta be real with you… i think i forgot the award backstage.”

the crowd gasps. the team stares at him, confused.

“but don’t worry, i called in a favor.”

✨ cue taylor swift. ✨

the crowd erupts as taylor casually strolls out, award in hand, shaking her head at posty.

“you had one job.”

posty shrugs. “i got distracted, there were snacks back there.”

taylor hands the award to team superior, who lose their minds even more over the fact that taylor swift is the one giving it to them.

as team superior walks off stage, the lights shift, and posty grins.

“alright, y’all ready for some music?”

taylor nods. “let’s make some magic.”

🔥 post malone & taylor swift surprise setlist: 🔥

★ psycho (post malone) / look what you made me do (taylor swift) ★ sunflower (post malone w/ swae lee) ★ you belong with me (taylor swift) ★ better now (post malone) / we are never ever getting back together (taylor swift) mash-up ★ cruel summer (taylor swift) ★ i had some help (post malone & taylor swift) ★ congratulations (post malone) ★ love story (taylor swift) ★ rockstar (post malone) ★ blank space (taylor swift) ★ wow (post malone) ★ fortnight (post malone & taylor swift) ★ pour me a drink (post malone) / …ready for it? (taylor swift) mash-up encore together: unreleased song don’t stop believing by journey (cover)

that’s all, folks! see you in spring!

[the-al-chemist]

Before Moonrise

A/N: this was meant to be a sweet, ship-py story for @hphm-ship-week (prompt: Sunset). But then, I handed the mic to Chiara, and she kind of just ran with it. I guess it really is the quiet ones…

Warnings: mention of canon character death, allusions to chronic/stigmatised illness, blink-and-you’ll-miss-them descriptions of injuries.

It was the tiredness that was the worst thing. Not the pain in her muscles or her chest, not the hunger that left her almost shaking between mealtimes, not the constant low-level irritation and short-temperedness that she had to fight to keep under control, not even the taste of the Wolfsbane potion or the niggling fear that this time it might not work. It was the Godric-damned tiredness that got her every month, her fatigue growing with each night the crescent waxed.

By the time the full moon came around, Chiara was always exhausted. Perhaps if that weren’t the case, she would have the energy to fight against her transformations, to stop herself becoming the monster she hid from the rest of the world. But, in all the years she had been dealing with her lycanthropy, she had not had a single month where she had been able to muster the strength to fight it.

At least she had the Wolfsbane potion. Chiara was lucky, as lucky as a werewolf could be. Those few occasions on which she had faced the full moon without it had been horrific, her pain unbearable, her dread and self-loathing all-consuming. She had scars from those transformations that would probably never heal: one up her thigh, one on the side of her ribcage, another curving up and over her shoulder. She hated all of them equally. They were all reminders of how she would never be rid of the monster within her, even when the full moon was not high in the sky.

She would never be rid of the wolf.

But, she could predict when it would rear its ugly head. Even if the growing symptoms in her own body weren’t enough, Chiara had her lunar chart memorised. She knew exactly what time the sun would go down, and when the moon — the dreaded full moon — would go up. As long as she was safely back in her little private room by then, all would be well. Well-ish, anyway.

The only problem with her plan was the lack of predictability that came with volunteering in the Hospital Wing. Granted, Chiara should probably not have been volunteering on the day of the full moon, but with Madam Pomfrey still Medusified, what other choice did she have? Only to tell the Healers from St Mungo’s that she would not be able to work the full moons due to her affliction, and risk ruining her chance at a career in Healing after she left school. Madam Pomfrey took no issues with her lycanthropy, but not everyone was so open-minded. Not everyone would want a werewolf for a Healer. No, she was just going to have to push through the aches and the exhaustion, try not to make any stupid mistakes because of them, and make a swift exit before sundown.

If a swift exit was even possible. She should have known by now that leaving the Hospital Wing was always easier said than done, and today was no exception. Every time Chiara thought that she was done, another student would come in with another ailment. Oliver Wood, a third year Gryffindor, had taken a Bludger to the shoulder during Quidditch practice. As soon as he had walked out the door, in came Barnaby Lee, who had been bitten by Hester, apparently a Murtlap he had been feeding on the shore of the Black Lake. No sooner had she sent Barnaby back to the Slytherin common room with his hand in a bandage than two first-years presented with bloody noses after getting into a physical fight. Normally, Chiara might have spent longer listening to them tell her why they had each been so upset that they had resorted to violence, but by that point, the sun was dangerously close to the eastern horizon. She told them that she didn’t care who had started it, fixed their noses and vanished the blood from their faces, and sent them both packing.

A wave of her wand, and the Hospital Wing was spick and span and ready for the following day, and she was ready to face the night ahead. She shut the heavy doors behind her as she walked out, and turned the key in the lock. Finally, she was able to leave, and not a moment too soon, for the sky had already turned pink with the setting sun.

But, as the lock clicked, she heard someone say her name.

“Chiara?”

It was Jae Kim. He had his hands in his pockets, and he shifted his weight from foot to foot as he looked at her. Perhaps he had done something to one of his legs?

“I was hoping you’d be here,” said Jae.

“Why, are you not well?” Chiara hoped that he was well. She did not have the time to tend to him if he wasn’t.

“What? No, I’m grand. Fit as a fiddle, me.” Jae grinned, but kept fidgeting. “I just wanted to chat, that’s all. I mean, if that’s alright with you.”

Of all the times to want to chat. Chiara had to stop herself from sighing out loud.

“I’m actually on my way back to my dormitory, Jae.”

“That’s alright, I can walk with you.”

Chiara couldn’t come up with a good reason why he shouldn’t. Not on the spot, anyway. After almost six years of deliberately keeping her distance from her peers, she was running out of excuses. Or, maybe, she just didn’t want to keep her distance anymore.

It had started as a self-preservation mechanism. The closer she got to others, the more likely it would be that they would discover her secret. If they did, the consequences would be disastrous for her and her future. And, as for the rejection she would face, she didn’t think her heart could take the pain. It was far easier to reject everyone first. At least, it had been, until Rowan died and put everything in perspective. Chiara had spent five years living in the same quarters, attending the same lessons, and eating at the same table as Rowan. And yet, they’d barely ever spoken, let alone become friends. Now that she was gone, it was as if something had clicked for Chiara. Now, she’d had enough of being isolated, of isolating herself from everyone around her.

So, she nodded her head, and let Jae accompany her on her walk back to the Hufflepuff common room, the sun getting lower and her stride becoming faster with every brisk step that she took.

“Oi, what’s this?” Jae asked her. His cheeks were pink trying to keep up with her. “I didn’t realise it was going to be a race.”

“It’s not…”

“Or are you just that keen to get away from me?”

“No, I just… Sorry.” Chiara slowed down. It would be more time-efficient to walk less quickly and talk at the same time than to rush back to the basement and stand around chatting for Godric knew how long. “What was it you wanted to talk about, anyway?”

“Oh, I, er…” Jae’s cheeks turned even pinker. He was giving the sky a run for its Sickles. “Well, I just wanted to tell you that I’m really glad you decided to join the Circle of Khanna.”

Was that it? “It was the right thing to do.”

“Yeah, definitely. You’re always doing the right thing,” said Jae. He let out a soft laugh. “What’s it like, being so good all the time?”

“I wouldn’t know,” Chiara told him. “I’m definitely not good all the time.” Before Jae could ask her what she meant by that, she added, “We all have our flaws, don’t we?”

“Some of us have bigger flaws than others though.”

If only Jae knew how true that was. He wouldn’t think her half as good if he did.

“I think you’re probably a better person than you give yourself credit for,” said Chiara, and Jae’s eyes lit up as he smiled.

The walk back from the Hospital Wing to the basement wasn’t short, and Jae had clearly not had that much to say to her, but he kept on walking with her, chatting about nothing consequential and making silly jokes as they went. It was quite nice. It was like having a friend. It was as if she was normal, just like everyone else. She had been tired all week, but now she felt as if she could keep on walking and talking like this all night.

But, of course, Chiara wasn’t just like everyone else. And she couldn’t keep walking all night. She had to get back to her room and lock herself away, before the wolf returned.

“Well, this is me,” she said, once they reached the pile of barrels that hid the entrance to the Hufflepuff common room. “Thank you for walking with me.” A pause. “So, goodnight, then.”

“Yeah. ‘Night,” said Jae, but he didn't leave.

Was he just going to stand and watch her as she tapped the barrel sequence to unlock the door? Had that been his aim all along? Was he planning on breaking in later? Well, if that was the case, so be it. She had to get inside, whether he was watching her or not. She turned around and drew her wand.

“Chiara, wait a minute.”

Did Chiara have a minute left to wait? There was no clock in the corridor, nor any windows down here. She no longer had any way of telling what the sun was doing, nor the moon.

“I didn’t just want to talk about the Circle of Khanna, I wanted to…” Jae cleared his throat. “I just wanted to say that I think that you’re really kind and really pretty, and just… lovely, really.”

Chiara blinked. “Well, that’s nice to hear.”

It was nice to hear. It was lovely to hear. Chiara hadn’t known it before that moment, but she had been longing to hear someone say those things about her. But, Jae wasn’t done.

“Yeah, I kind of fancy you a bit, and I’d like to get to know you better…”

It would be better if she turned away, but she didn’t.

“…and I wanted to know if you’d maybe like to go out with me sometime.”

It was time for her to leave, and yet, she stayed.

“We could go and get some food, or a drink, or something. I don’t know. It might be fun.” Jae paused. “So, er, what do you think?”

Chiara didn’t know what to think. She hadn’t been expecting this. And every moment she spent trying to work out how she felt would be another moment closer to moonrise. She couldn’t do this, not now.

“Can I let you know another time?” she asked. Jae’s face fell. “It’s not that I don’t… I just really have to—”

“No. No, it’s fine.” It clearly was not fine. “Forget I asked. It was stupid. Anyway, I’ll let you get on.”

Finally, Jae turned and walked away, obviously crestfallen. Chiara wanted to call after him, to go after him, but she couldn’t. She had to go to her room, her private, lonely little room. It used to be her safe haven, but now it felt like a prison cell. Even through the window, she couldn’t see another soul, only the grass, silvery in the glow of the rising full moon.

She had only just made it back in time. Thank Merlin she had not gone after Jae. He might have fancied her, and he might have thought she was lovely, but he wouldn’t if he knew the truth. And, as flattered as she was by his interest, as much as she hated that she had hurt his feelings, maybe this was for the best. She was ready to try and make friends, but she wasn’t ready to let someone love her, not yet.

And then the moonlight struck her, and her chest was filled with a pain even worse than that of a broken heart as the wolf took over her once more.

[olderthannetfic]

Haha. Yeah, a lot of these are from similar parts of fandom, so if you don't hang out there, they'd sound very unfamiliar.

Here's a quick attempt at a breakdown. Some of these have multiple media types.

Anime/Manga:

Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku - BNHA

Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic - BNHA

Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou - BNHA

Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku - BNHA

Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku - BNHA

Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto - BNHA

Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks - BNHA

Bakugou Katsuki/Todoroki Shouto - BNHA

Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya - Bungou Stray Dogs

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Nakajima Atsushi - Bungou Stray Dogs

Miya Atsumu/Sakusa Kiyoomi - Haikyuu!!

Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou - Haikyuu!!

Mikage Reo/Nagi Seishirou - Blue Lock

Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru - Jujutsu Kaisen

Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto - Naruto

Roronoa Zoro/Sanji - One Piece

Mitsui Hisashi/Miyagi Ryota - Slam Dunk

Other Animation:

Craig Tucker/Tweek Tweak - South Park

Kyle Broflovski/Stan Marsh - South Park

Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug - Miraculous Ladybug

Amity Blight/Luz Noceda - The Owl House

Donatello & Leonardo & Michelangelo & Raphael - Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Books:

Sirius Black/Remus Lupin - HP

Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter - HP

Regulus Black/James Potter - HP

Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy - HP

James Potter/Lily Evans Potter - HP

Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley - HP

Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley - HP

Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort - HP

Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson - Percy Jackson

Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard - All For The Game - Nora Sakavic

Jesper Fahey/Wylan Van Eck - Six of Crows Series - Leigh Bardugo

Kim Dokja/Yoo Joonghyuk - Omniscient Reader - Sing-Shong

BL/Danmei:

Huā Chéng/Xiè Lián (Tiān Guān Cì Fú) - Heaven Official's Blessing

Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn - MDZS/The Untamed

Porchay Pichaya Kittisawat/Kim Khimhant Theerapanyakun - KinnPorsche

Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham/Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun - KinnPorsche

RPF:

k-pop:

Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V - BTS

Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin - BTS

Min Yoongi | Suga/Park Jimin - BTS

Kim Namjoon | RM/Kim Seokjin | Jin - BTS

Han Jisung | Han/Lee Minho | Lee Know - Stray Kids

Bang Chan/Lee Felix (Stray Kids) - Stray Kids

Choi Soobin/Choi Yeonjun - TXT

other music:

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson - 1D

minecraft streamers:

Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit

Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson | Philza

Clay | Dream/GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF)

Technoblade & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF)

Toby Smith | Tubbo & TommyInnit

Technoblade & Phil Watson | Philza

Video games:

John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley - CoD

Simon "Ghost" Riley/Reader - CoD

Sans/Sans (Undertale) - Undertale

Astarion/Tav (Baldur's Gate) - Baldur's Gate 3

Alhaitham/Kaveh (Genshin Impact) - Genshin Impact

Tartaglia | Childe/Zhongli (Genshin Impact) - Genshin Impact

Cyno/Tighnari (Genshin Impact) - Genshin Impact

Blade/Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail) - Honkai: Star Rail

Link/Zelda (Legend of Zelda) - Legend of Zelda

Akechi Goro/Persona 5 Protagonist - Persona 5

Kamishiro Rui/Tenma Tsukasa - Project SEKAI COLORFUL STAGE!

Western superheroes:

Dick Grayson & Jason Todd - Batman

Tim Drake & Jason Todd - Batman

Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne - Batman

James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers - MCU

Peter Parker & Tony Stark - MCU

Steve Rogers/Tony Stark - MCU

James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader - MCU

Miguel O'Hara/Reader - Spiderverse movies

Western live action:

Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) - 9-1-1

Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) - Good Omens

Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens) - Good Omens

Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter - Hannibal

Nicholas "Nick" Nelson/Charles "Charlie" Spring - Heartstopper

Daemon Targaryen/Rhaenyra Targaryen - House of the Dragon

Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen/Lucerys Velaryon (Son of Rhaenyra) - House of the Dragon

Lucy Carlyle/Anthony Lockwood - Lockwood & Co.

Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin) - Merlin

Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet - Our Flag Means Death

Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Israel Hands - Our Flag Means Death

Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor - Red, White & Royal Blue

Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling - The Sandman

Sherlock Holmes/John Watson - Sherlock

Castiel/Dean Winchester - Supernatural

Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester - Supernatural

Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester - Supernatural

Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren - Star Wars

Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker - Star Wars

Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson - Stranger Things

Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler - Stranger Things

Will Byers/Mike Wheeler - Stranger Things

Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington - Stranger Things

Olivia Benson/Elliot Stabler - Law & Order: SVU

Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski - Teen Wolf

Ellie & Joel (The Last of Us) - The Last of Us

Tim Bradford/Lucy Chen - The Rookie

Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair - Wednesday

Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion - The Witcher

[staryinghao]

starlight boys ep 1 thoughts!

comments on the system: ok i get it you're trying to be star themed but (a) it just feels like boys planet and (b) where are my iqiyi letter grades :( the coloured shirts? hello? the SPIRIT of idol producer/youth with you?

also zero star is HARSH harsh.

all that aside the trainees voting makes it interesting ngl

blood sweat & tears: calling yourself bts is just setting yourself up for failure i'm sorry

breathe: i do like syo's spirit but i do also think ryou kaito did better.. i hope syo gets his groove back bc he feels so refreshing

darari: KIM SEONGJU IS SO CUTE genuinely!! he reminds me of chen linong from ip :] the enthusiasm and the joy he sparks. star material. i was so happy when he was voted first at the start

crazy form: AYEEEE crazy form. ateez my GOATS. i think the guy who got all star wasn't really at the same standard as the other all stars. they still did pretty good though

black suit: SHAO ZIHENG MY GOAT. no words. phenomenal. slayed the house down. he feels so humble too. if i were him my ego would be through the ROOF

beautiful: THESE FIVE LOOK LIKE LITERAL CHILDREN they deserve better but at the same time they absolutely deserved the zero stars. i hope the show helps them do better. but they're so young

my house: bae173 omg.. the part with yoon saying she debuted at the same time as them was. something. i am rooting for them

fantastic baby: i cringed. the rapper guy (rex) annoys me idk why people voted him. 短剧哥 (zhang jijun) should stick to his 短剧s and his acting and his 600k followers. yang yan was bad singaporean representation and i am ashamed on our behalf HE WAS LITERALLY. SO NOT PRESENT

really really: oh man lee daeul and hui.. i never watched boys planet but. those two. rooting for him sort of

love 119: mic guy (zhang jinghe) screwed up ngl. i do like wang kun bc i watched him on asia super young but like. does he deserve all that hype

rush hour: YEAHHH this one was a banger. go lee junhyuk. he handled the mic thing so well too

good guy: also great. pentor is fun. kinda sad that they completely glossed over kris though

answer: oh boy. first, hell yeah ateez!! second, hell yeah ixform!!! neil did super well and duan xingxing really does have it all huh. i felt that sun yinghao was a bit weaker/didn't stand out but like. by god can these guys perform.

what the fuck happens in the next episode for sun yinghao to break down on camera "we're people not machines" HELLO??? MY GUY????

why only once a week.

i will be voting for shao ziheng, sun yinghao and lee junhyuk :]

[tickly-giggles]

Could u do prompts 22 and/or 24 with aizawa and present mic? If u do x reader could you do with the reader otherwise I would enjoy reading it with eachother! ❤️

Yes yes yes, so cute!! I ship EraserMic so hard so yes! Also, for future reference, I don't do x reader fics. Sorry bout that

BUT onto the fic~!

Warning: Tickle fic ahead! Also very light bondage

Prompt: "When I find you, you're dead!" / "Please be gentle~!"

Characters: Mic, Aizawa, very short amount of Shinso

Shipping: EraserMic

Lee: Mic

Ler: Aizawa

Word Count: 1,343

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“When I find you, you’re dead!”

The words rang throughout the house like an explosion. Mic giggled childishly, diving into the closet in his and his husband’s bedroom. It may have been an obvious hiding spot, but Mic would be lying if he said he didn’t want Aizawa to find him. The circumstances that led up to him hiding in a closet played back in his head, and he couldn’t help but giggle again at the memory.

“Come on, it’ll be fun~,” Mic grinned at Shinso, who was currently doing his best to ignore his honorary father by distracting himself with a video game.

“No offense, but that doesn’t sound fun, it just sounds like we’d annoy him,” 

the purple haired boy paused his game and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly,

“I’d personally rather not get in the middle of it.”

“Aww, but it’s not permanent! It’ll wash off, c’mon!”

Shinso couldn’t stop the small smile that tugged at his lips from Mic’s childlike excitement over something so silly, though he rolled his eyes and shook his head in response,

“It’s still a no. Sorry, Yamada-sensei.”

Mic smiled softly at him and playfully ruffled Shinso’s hair,

“Fine, I’ll do it myself. And you don’t need to be so formal with me, Hitoshi.”

Shinso blushed and nodded, smiling wider and starting his game back up as Mic exited his bedroom.

From there, the prank was set in motion. Mic had snuck back into his and Aizawa’s bedroom with a black marker, knelt down beside him while he was curled up under the covers, and hesitated. His husband looked so peaceful. Strands of his disheveled, black hair spilled over his content face in a way that perfectly framed his gorgeous features. His lips were slightly parted, rhythmic breaths escaped his nose with the occasional, gentle snore, and his eyelashes rested against his cheeks.

Mic smiled. How did he get so lucky? His eyes twinkled with pure joy and love for his partner. Joy was quickly replaced with mischief, and a smirk spread across his face as he popped the cap off of the marker.

“Hizashi!” 

Aizawa’s sudden, angry voice snapped Mic out of his reminiscing, and he grinned nervously as he listened to his footsteps gradually get closer.

“I’m going to find you, hiding from me is irrational,”

Aizawa huffed, looking under the bed, then mentally smacking himself for thinking Mic could fit under it. He stood and glared around the room, his eyes eventually falling on the closet. He grumbled and made to open the door, but stopped. He steadied his breathing as he thought for a moment, then grinned slightly,

“I suppose he’s not here. Oh well.”

Finally, he started tapping his feet against the floor, gradually slowing his movements to mimic the sound of him leaving the room.

Mic smirked and rolled his eyes. Like he would fall for the oldest trick in the book. Aizawa was smart, there was no way he would leave without checking the most obvious hiding spot. About a minute passed and there was no sound coming from the other side of the closet door. Mic felt his confidence sinking. Maybe Aizawa did leave? It couldn’t hurt to check, right? 

He swallowed nervously, his hand shaking as he reached for the door handle. Slowly, the door slid open, and he peeked into the room. A triumphant grin replaced his previously anxious expression. The room was empty.

Mic chuckled airily, stepping further into the room,

“I don’t know why I was so nervous. He had no idea I was– WAAHH-!!”

The boisterous pro hero shrieked as he was tackled to the bed. He craned his neck to see Aizawa sitting on his lower back, eyes glowing red, hair defying gravity, and his scarf held tightly in his hands. Most importantly, his face was decorated with random drawings and words in black marker. He smirked and let his hair fall majestically,

“I’m surprised you didn’t hear me hooking myself to the ceiling.”

Mic blushed slightly in embarrassment, and smiled shyly,

“You know my hearing isn’t what it used to be.”

Suddenly, he couldn’t stop the amused giggles that bubbled from his throat at Aizawa’s face. The quirk erasing pro smirked back at his husband and grabbed his wrists, tying them to his ankles with his scarf in a swift motion,

“I’ll give you something to laugh about.”

“W-Wait wha–” 

Mic’s face erupted in even more red, and he experimentally tugged at his bindings, to no avail,

“Shota, what are you doing? Let me go!”

“I don’t think so. In fact,”

Aizawa leaned down and pressed his lips against Mic’s ear, making him shiver,

“I think you wanted me to catch you~.”

Mic swallowed nervously, panic and excitement filling his mind. He didn’t bother replying as Aizawa got to work, carefully taking off his husband’s socks. Aizawa grinned at the way Mic curled his toes when the cool air in the room hit his feet. 

“Something wrong, Hizashi~? You seem nervous.”

Mic bit his lip at Aizawa’s teasing tone, wishing he could bite back with a snarky remark of his own, but he knew that would only get him into more trouble. Aizawa could be quite merciless when he wanted to be. So, he simply replied,

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? Is it the fact that I’m going to tickle you, no matter what you do?”

The teasing tone in Aizawa’s voice only worsened how vulnerable Mic felt. He shook his head, trying to fight off the anticipatory tingles that danced across his bare soles. A sigh of resignation escaped his lips, a small, nervous smile creeping onto his face as he addressed his husband once more,

“Just… Please be gentle.”

Aizawa smirked, remaining silent as he started slowly dragging his nails up and down Mic’s soles. The touch was so sudden that he squealed in surprise, then soft giggles escaped his quivering lips.

“Here’s how things are going to go, Hizashi,”

the quirk erasing pro hero started, pulling Mic’s toes back and lightly scratching at a spot just below his big toe,

“You’re going to apologize for playing such a juvenile prank on me. But before that, you’re going to laugh to your heart’s content,”

Aizawa grinned at Mic’s whimpering at his teasing words and light strokes on his ticklish soles. He began running his index finger underneath every single toe while his other hand held them back, causing his ticklish victim to whine and squeak with each new touch,

“That’s why you pulled such a stunt, isn’t it? Because you wanted me to punish you?”

“S-Shuhuhut up, Shohohota!”

“Oh? Is that any way to speak to someone who has you in such a position?”

“Wait, noho I’m sorry! I’m sohohorry, Shota, please, nohohot THAHAHAHAT!! SHOTAHAHAHAHA!! NOHOHONONONO PLEHEHEHEASE~!”

Mic thrashed frantically as his husband began mercilessly raking his nails up and down his helpless soles. Aizawa knew exactly what to do to drive him up the wall, and this was one of them. He also knew what Mic could and couldn’t take and, while he couldn’t take being tickle tortured like this, he knew he loved it regardless. 

The two had their session well into the afternoon, much later than either of them had expected to go. Mic’s soles were on fire with ticklish electricity coursing through each and every nerve by the time Aizawa was finished with him. The stoic pro hero never skipped aftercare, and he made sure Mic didn’t protest as he rubbed a cool lotion on his sensitive soles. Mic had, indeed, ended up apologizing far before the tickle session was finished, but Aizawa only stopped once he yelled out their safe word. As the two cuddled in bed by nightfall, Mic looked up at his calm husband. They were both freshly cleaned from a warm shower, and Aizawa’s face was finally rid of the marker doodles. With a slight grin, Mic closed his eyes and cuddled into his husband’s warm chest, unable to stop thinking about what his next prank would be.

[ohfools-a]

SHIP BIAS LIST. UNDER THE CUT IS A LIST OF MY MUSES AND THE ROMANTIC SHIPS I LIKE FOR THEM. SHIPPING IS NOT LIMITED TO THIS LIST.

ALEX BENEDETTO: nicolas brown, worick arcangelo.

ANAN KUROSE: shouta aizawa, hizashi yamada, nemuri kayama, emi fukukado, ectoplasm, snipe, mr. compress, twice, hound dog, vlad king, tensei iida, all might

BIG SIS MAGNE: giran, twice, dabi, mr. compress, kurogiri

BOA HANCOCK: buggy, mihawk, shanks, jimbei, franky, crocodile, nico robin

BUGGY: shanks, mihawk, boa hancock, crocodile

EMI FUKUKADO: shouta aizawa, hizashi yamada, nemuri kayama, rumi usagiyama, all might, mr. compress, mt lady, kamui woods, twice, hawks, tensei iida, hound dog, vlad king

HIMIKO TOGA: ochako uraraka

JUVIA LOCKSER: grey fullbuster, lucy heartfilia, gajeel redfox, natsu dragneel, lyon vastia

KALIFA: nami, sanji, paulie, kaku, iceburg, franky

LADY TAMAYO: yushiro, muzan

LUCY HEARTFILIA: natsu dragneel, grey fullbuster, erza scarlet, juvia lockser, levy mcgarden, laxus dreyar, leo/loke, cana alberona

LUST: roy mustang, riza hawkeye, jean havoc, scar, olivier armstrong

MITSURI KANROJI: obanai iguro, giyuu tomioka, shinobu kocho, sanemi shinazugawa, gyomei himejima, tengen uzui, rengoku kyojuro

MIRAJANE STRAUSS: laxus dreyar, freed justine, erza scarlet, gray fullbuster, natsu dragneel, cana alberona, gajeel redfox, bickslow, evergreen

NEMURI KAYAMA: shouta aizawa, hizashi yamada, rumi usagiyama, all might, mt lady, kamui woods, tensei iida, emi fukukado, kurogiri, stain, hound dog, vlad king

NICO ROBIN: franky, zoro, sanji, nami, boa, rob lucci

REIJU VINSMOKE: tashigi, zoro, franky

SHEGO: hawks, dabi, shigaraki, spinner, twice, mr compress, giran

SHURA KIRIGAKURE: mephisto, arthur a angel

TASHIGI: zoro, smoker, reiju, sanji

TOMURA SHIGARAKI: spinner, dabi, natsuo

UTAHIME IORI: gojo, geto, yuki, shoko, nanami

VIOLA: corazon, doflamingo, crocodile, shanks, sanji

YAMATO: zoro, sanji, ace, robin, nami, usopp, franky

YUKI TSUKUMO: choso, gojo, geto, toji, nanami, shoko, utahime

TEST MUSES.

EMPORIO IVANKOV: monkey d. dragon, inazuma

ERZA SCARLET: jellal fernandes, mirajane strauss, gray fullbuster, laxus dreyar, evergreen, freed justine

FUYUMI TODOROKI: hawks, mirko, mt. lady, fatgum

INKO MIDORIYA: all might, aizawa

KANAE KOCHO: sanemi, gyomei

LADY TSUNADE: jiraiya, orochimaru

MANAMI AIBA: gentle criminal

MANAMI SUDA: geto

MISA AMANE: L

RYUKO TSUCHIKAWA: ragdoll, mandalay, tiger, ms. joke, fatgum, mirko, present mic

SAKURA HARUNO: sasuke, naruto, hinata, gaara, rock lee

SHINO SOSAKI: ragdoll, pixie bob, tiger, aizawa

TAISHIRO TOYOMITSU: mirko, hawks, ms. joke, midnight, thirteen, rappa, tiger, ragdoll, pixie bob

TOMOKO SHIRETOKO: pixie bob, mandalay, tiger, tensei iida, fatgum, mirko, hawks, present mic

YAWARA CHATORA: ragdoll, mandalay, pixie bob, aizawa, vlad king, hound dog, fatgum, present mic

[kyeomssant]

aftermath ○ lee dokyeom

series masterlist.

three. first time

Lee Dokyeom was a mess of contradictions.

She knew that the image one presented to the media was never an accurate representation of what actually was there once the cameras were turned off and mics were taken away. Francesca herself had a PR curated image she had to maintain━ luckily one quite similar to what she actually was, just a little quieter.

But Dokyeom Lee had left her confused, had left a heaviness in her chest each time she had to interact with him. And she knew, she knew that not everything about him was an image━ after all, it took far too much energy and resources to keep your record pristine, to not sleep up while inebriated or annoyed or angry and yet.

And yet.

There wasn’t anything about the man that Cesa could put together. One moment, he was smiling, a bright grin on his lips that took over his face, making her stomach clench, eyes twinkling as if shining with the happiness within━ only for it to drop the moment she step in.

It was the same for conversation and laughs and it━ it drove her crazy.

Cesa felt as if she were a grey cloud, blocking the bright and warm shine of the sun every time she stepped into a room, every time she opened her mouth. It sat bitter on her tongue, years of practice the only reason why she was able to hold back what she wanted to say, ask━ demand why the man treated her as if she weren’t worth his breathe. 

But Cesa stayed quiet, not only would it look bad if anyone were to catch her arguing with the world of motorsports golden boy, but it would also be painted as her being arrogant, acting as if she knew more than the three times world champion when she was nothing but a placeholder for Choi.

And so, she did the thing she was best at━ hide.

Whenever Francesca wasn’t needed, she holed up in her apartment or at sim, all wishes of meeting and talking with the rest of the grid gone with the wind due to the fact that if the kindest driver in the grid treated her like━ well, crap, she knew for a fact she wouldn’t be able to take what the other’s had to offer. 

Luckily, Majority of Media day had been handed off to Dokyeom and his sunshine smiles, leaving her with just a few PR videos for the team’s social media, a handful of interviews with the commentators and then she had hightailed it back to her━ Choi’s driver room, staying there until she had to head to the garage to be briefed and set up.

“So, home race, how do you feel,” Karina’s kind voice came from the radio and Francesca didn’t have to look at the woman’s direction to know there was a smile on her face.

“Is it normal to feel like I’m about to throw up?” Cesa joked with a breathless laugh, her fingers curling tighter around the steering wheel. She took in a deep breath to calm her erratic heart, eyes looking through the tinted visor to spot the rest of the cars in their positions.

She was lucky she hadn’t botched up her first Qualifying at Formula One, getting herself a solid position at p5 while Dokyeom had━ obviously gotten pole. She just hoped that she would be able to keep up her pace, finishing somewhere in the points, if not at top3.

“Wonwoo looks like he’s about to pop a vein,” Karina’s voice came through radio after a minute, her words tinged with amusement but Francesca had learned to recognise the tenseness that came with anything Lee Dokyeom━ particularly anything Lee Dokyeom connected to her.

Cesa cleared her throat, trying to keep the mood light, “You can tell him I won’t actually throw up.”

Karina’s laugh echoed through the radio, slightly distorted but no less warm, “I’ll tell him that. Good luck on the race, let’s aim for p2 okay?”

Francesca hummed, stretching her neck and rolling her shoulders as she got as comfortable as she could in her seat, hearing the countdown to start in her ears. A deep breath and she stepped on the accelerator━ her brain shutting off as she let her instincts take over.

━━

“━ And, I’d say Singh is doing quite well for herself,” Jensen Button comments, watching the Red Bull’s second driver manoeuvre herself from where she was stuck between the McLaren and Mercedes, using the DRS to shift and overstake the Mercedes at a curve, seruring herself a podium at P3. 

“First race and a home race at that,” He let the words linger, letting the gravity of the situation sink in to those watching or listening, “Plus, the expectations of her predecessor as well as driving alongside the Dokyeom Lee?” He let out a wince, “Nasty circumstances but seems as if she’s making the best of it.”

“You’d be right there,” Susie Wolff, the director of F1 Academy and today’s guests commented. “The data posted by Red Bull as well as the Qualifications yesterday proved her to be a competent driver but we all know that nothing compares to the real thing.”

Jensen hummed before letting out a chuckle at the radio message that just came from Dokyeom,  “Well, it seems as if Seokmin is having a swell time as well, 23 seconds ahead of Mingyu Kim of Ferrari, he’s taking a stroll!!” He finished with a laugh. “Truly astounding as reports from  Qualifications yesterday showed that there were issues with the car.”

“How he does it,” Susie trailed off with a laugh, the smile immediately dropping from her lips as she spotted the Red Bull car closing into to the Ferrari, “It seems as if Singh is about to challenge Kim for P2.”

“A risky move at her part,” Jenson mused, fingers drumming against the counter as he watched Francesca’s Red Bull gain on Mingyu’s Ferrari, “There is a very sharp turn ahead━ and if she were to do what I believe she will, it will put both herself and Kim at risk.”

“Seems like she will,” Susie pursed her lips, “She’s gaining on Kim, one fourth of a second difference between them as they approach the curve.”

“Kim’s putting up a great defence,” Jensen started narrating the whole thing, “He’s not letting Singh through, moving to block her each time she gains and it feels eerily familiar━ a move we had seen pulled off by Lee in Monaco with McLaren but will Kim be successful? And━ message coming in from Singh.”

“I have an idea,” Francesca’s voice was muffled due to the helmet as well as shaky due to how fast she was driving. The words wrote themselves on the screen, “It might look stupid but I swear it will work. We have two laps left and I’m willing to risk it.”

A beat later, Karina’s voice came through, “Are you sure of it?”

Francesca hummed, “Very.”

“Wonwoo gave the green light.” Karina repeated.

“Wonder what she’s planning,” Jensen asked rhetorically, going over the exchange between the new driver and her engineer, “And ideas?” He asked his co-host for the day, eyes still fixed on the screen that played out the chase between the Ferrari and the Red Bull.

“Somthi━ Is she speeding up?” Susie’s voice was baffled as she looked at the acceleration of the second Red Bull, eyes furrowed and leaning forward to make sure what she saw was right. “With the track wet and the narrow curve ahead, it’s dangerous, very dangerous.”

“What the hell is she doing?” Dokyeom’s radio message pops up on the screen, unseen by the two commentators as they keep an eye on the situation with the Ferrari and the second Red Bull.

“Well, she was right for calling it stupid,” Jensen muttered, eye narrowed and frown on his lips as he watched Mingyu speed up to keep Francesca from overtaking, “Very stupi━ and she slows down just at the curve, the car almost halting for a second and Kim goes out the barrier, losing control of his car due to the lack of friction and Sing takes over!” 

“Kim regains control of the car but he has now lost his position to Singh,” Jensen narrated. A laugh rings out in the room, a grin stretching on both their lips as they see the Red Bull take over the position of P2. “Was it stupid or daring, we’ll leave it up to subjectivity but it was certainly a successful plan as Singh is in P2, right behind her teammate Dokyeom Lee at P1! A great day for Red Bull, not so great one for Ferrari━ particularly Kim, who is now having to fight Mercedes for P3 standing.”

Francesca’s radio message pops up again, “So, what do we think?” She breathed out with a laugh.

“That was risky Cesa!” Karina’s voice came through and only Francesca was able to note the tense tinge of her words, the tenseness not off worry but off whatever her teammate had said. “But good job, one last lap and it’s P2.”

“Her race engineer sounds━” Jensen laughed, letting the sound fill in the rest of the sentence. “And Lee crosses the finish line! Winning the Silverstone Grand Prix, his fourth in a row and Singh follows! Scoring her first ever points in Formula One and with a 1-2 finish, Red Bull solidified its position in World’s Constructors Championships as did Lee at World’s Drivers Championships!”

━━

Francesca stepped out of the car, her head spinning as the cheers of her crew rang through her ears. A hysterical laugh fell from her lips as she raised her hands, leaning against the car to regain her balance, a grin stretching across her lips as the realisation sank in, she had gotten P2 at F1. 

There was a warmth swirling in her chest, a lightness she hadn’t felt in years settling in her bones as she slumped against her car. Her eyes wandered over to Dokyeom, to congratulate him on his win only to be met with narrowed eyes and a clenched jaw.

It felt as if the air was knocked out of her lungs as she watched the man stalk off away from her, throwing a glare and muttering words in Korean at her direction as he walked behind her,  where the Ferrari was parked.

Oh fuck.

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1 and 20 about your blormo :3

so quick!!💕💕💕💕 Blorbo ask game

1. who’s the Blorbo that you’ve never posted about on your blog?

Probably David Wong from John Dies at the End- mostly because there's basically no fandom for it on here, book fandoms are already pretty obscure but hey shoutout to the like 3 whole jdate blogs out there ily

20. if you have more than one Blorbo, do you love them all equally?

I have... many blorbos (eraserhead, present mic, law, luffy, hinata, lee, gaara, mob, dtk, joseph joestar, inuyasha, blackstar, charlie kelly, tweek, craig, I could go on and on and on-)

But I do love them all equally- it's just more like I have one or two at the front of my mind at any given time and then I check in on the others when the inspo arises, rn I am pretty clearly boiling Gaara and Rock Lee on the front burner and they will remain there for awhile (my fixations can last multiple years lmao)

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Welcome to the Show!

Hey there! You can call me Ophelia! Not my real name, however it’s a name that I think is extremely pretty and don’t mind going by! This blog is for writing ‘x reader’ requests! I don’t normally write x reader, however I’m willing to learn and think that it could be something fun for me to do in my free time.

If there's a character you want to see and you don't see them in any of the lists, feel free to ask if it's at all possible for me to write that character, but also make sure that you have a character from the list just in case I am not able to!

I thought I should edit and add, fic's can and will be posted on Ao3, and since I use my actual account, all fic's are also posted anonymously. I do however have a series in which you can subscribe and or bookmark: Anonymous Tumblr xReader Requests!

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- To make it easier for if I make a post asking clarifying questions, if you'd like to sign off with an emoji, feel free! -

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- I do not tolerate hate on any character, you will be blocked! -

- I am 100 percent willing to write poly characters! -

- New Boundary on NSFW / Smut -

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- Like above, Characters can and Will change, just like Fandoms will be added! -

- I’m new to writing most characters from X-Men/Avengers, please be patient while I learn! -

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Fandoms/Characters I write for:

|| X-Men

- Remy LeBeau / Gambit

- Rogue

- Logan Howlett / Wolverine

- Jean Grey / The Phoenix

- Scott Summers / Cyclops

- Ororo Munroe / Storm

- Jubilation Lee / Jubilee

- Erik Lensherr / Magneto (I go with the Movie version for name typically, please add in your request if you prefer his other name(s) from the comics, as I’m not familiar with the comics yet!)

- Peter Maximoff / Quicksilver (reason as above)

|| Avengers

- Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier

- Steve Rogers / Captain America

- Tony Stark / Iron man

- Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow

- Peter Parker / Spiderman

- Bruce Banner / Hulk

- Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver (MCU version)

- Wanda Maximoff / Scarlet Witch

- Thor

- Loki

|| Percy Jackson

- Percy Jackson

- Annabeth Chase

- Leo Valdez

- Hazel Levesque

- Frank Zhang

- Leo Valdez

- Jason Grace

- Piper McLean

- Nico DI Angelo (if male/masc reader)

- Will Solace

|| My Hero Academia

- Midoriya Izuku

- Bakugou Katsuki

- Todoroki Shoto

- Uraraka Ochako

- Shinso Hitoshi

- Yaoyorozu Momo

- Kaminari Denki

- Ashido Mina

- Kirishima Eijirou

- Jiro Kyoka

- Asui Tsuyu

- Tokoyami Fumikage

- Shoji Mezo

- Aizawa Shouta / Eraserhead

- Hizashi Yamada / Present Mic

- Kayama Nemuri / Midnight

- Todoroki Touya / Dabi

- Tomura Shigaraki

- Toga Himiko

- Togata Mirio

- Tamaki Amajiki

- Hado Nejire

- Sero Hanta

|| Dream SMP (Non-Romantic Requests Only)

These are Characters I Know How to Write, you can request more than one in a story.

- Philza

- Technoblade

- Wilbur Soot

- TommyInnit

- Tubbo

- Ranboo

- Purpled

- DreamWasTaken

- GeorgeNotFound

- Sapnap

- Punz

To Request a Story:

- Female, Male, Enby, or Fluid Reader?

- if you would like neo pronouns of any kind, please know that it’s not something i’m familiar with, however I’m willing to learn and am willing to adjust accordingly!

- Important information about reader character (hair color, any piercings, tattoos, height, personality, typical clothing, ect… Please know everything you want about your character, I am unable to communicate with you to clarify or ask anything! Anything left unanswered will be left for me to decide!)

- What Character?

- Romantic or Platonic?

- Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Angst,

- if there is something specific you would like to see, add it here!

- Any Headcanons you want added?

- What is the situation you would like written? (i.e. what’s the prompt/rest of your request)

- Which Style of Reader Fic? (Examples below)

Style of Reader Fic - First Person

I shook my head slightly, watching Remy make a fool of himself trying to impress Rogue again. Logan was trying to encourage him, a glint of feral satisfaction as Morph and Jubilee talked with Storm and Jean. I never quite understood his fascination with the southern woman, though I could admit that she was pretty.

A startled laugh escaped my chest as I watched Bakugou realize that Midoriya had beaten him today, the race to the dorms now over. Kirishima was trying not to laugh, though Denki and Mina were giggling quietly. I rolled my eyes as anger eventually overtook the blond’s face. I had homework to do before meeting with Shinso to train with the capture weapon again.

I groaned softly, turning over and feeling my breath catch in my throat, Natasha was curled up on the other hotel bed just across the room, with an arm under her head. In her arms was the stuffed animal I had gifted her the day before.

There was a sense of dread filling my head as I tried to spot any of my questmates. Percy was missing, again, and worry filled my being as I spotted Nico disappear into the shadows, looking much paler than he had that morning. A startled scream escaped me as something crashed into my side, a glance and I was relieved to see that it was just Mrs. O’Leary.

Style of Reader Fic - Second Person

You were surprised to find that Jean had waited for you instead of heading off with the other girls. Training had been strenuous today, and your back was sore and your hair a tangled mess. A flush appeared when you noticed that she was holding a brush, and was giving you a quiet smile of reassurance.

You sighed as you followed after Tony. The two of you were once again sent out despite the very obvious hate and dislike the two of you held for each other. He was listening to AC/DC on headphones and ignoring your general existence, which was fine by you. By all means he could ignore you.

You were giggling hysterically as you followed after Toga, music running through your head as you tried to decide on what ‘radio station’ you wanted to listen to for the night. You were smiling as Toga glanced back at you, excitement in her eyes. Ahead of her, just barely so, Dabi was ignoring the both of you.

You couldn’t find Annabeth, which would normally be worrisome, however you also knew that she had probably holed herself up in the Athena cabin to study for the exam she would have to take to go to New Rome. You were proud of your girlfriend, just like you knew your boyfriend was. Unfortunately, or fortunately, Percy wouldn’t be joining Annabeth for the first year of collage, instead, he was staying at camp with you to help train the flood of younger campers that had made their way to camp.