#love to consider Mic. just as a hobby

[black-and-yellow]

Anyone who's read Vigilantes, what do we think Trigger would do to Mic's quirk?

[fluff-n-cookies]

Hey, love! I’m new to this, so sorry if I’m doing this wrong :) You can call me Moon btw. I love your writing and appreciate how it’s all platonic!!!! I was wondering if you could do Aizawa (and maybe Mic or whoever else you want) with an introverted teen he took in asking to braid his hair, and getting lost in thought and humming while listening to him complain about work or something. It’s fine if not <3333

Hi Moon! It's nice to meet you! I am so so so so sorry for replying so late. I was feeling burnt out and just really needed a break. I hope you understand. I was also hoping I could use this prompt for other characters so if you’ll give me permission I’d love to use your idea again for different characters. :)

Aizawa never liked coming home. He never liked the blinding white light bulbs that came with his crappy apartment and was too lazy to change, he didn’t like the smell of coffee and dirty dishes he felt were too overwhelming to do. He used to only have the energy to eat some soggy cereal and pass out on the couch before getting up to do hero work in the morning, or 2 am, or come home at 11 pm but that didn’t matter, it was just the same thing every day. 

But now, he had you. Being the sole survivor of a strange house fire at 1 am and having no memories whatsoever and having been considered shy and introverted. You were one with no guidance, no past and a future unknown and uncharted. And while you had been proven to have the intelligence of a child your age and then some, you had little to no knowledge of much else. You were a young girl in need of love and protection. (at least to him.)

So he took you in, begrudgingly, at first, but he soon felt a sense of comfort in your presence, a sense of happiness even. 

He even decided to pick up a parenting book or two, and found some mommy bloggers as well. I mean, what else is a man to do except try and be a good parent to a child he loves ever so dearly?

He learned he needed to make food for said child, instead of living off take out and what he can find at the convenience store next door. Children also need to live in a clean environment, so that is what he did, he tries to at least do the dishes and laundry regularly now. 

Guess he needs to listen too, because he often finds himself listening to your rants about school and homework, as well as the rants of your hobbies, about what you did today, how you felt today, so many things. And I guess, just a hunch, that his life was finally falling into rhythm. 

But it remained mostly the same.

Tonight was no different.

It goes;come home, take off shoes and coat, check if you’re awake, make some ramen (and some for you too if you are awake.) complain, go to bed. 

So here he is, tiptoeing to your room at the end of the hallway, careful not to wake you if you are asleep. Only to find that you are, in fact, awake. The warm light bulbs he installed in your room peaked through the crack in the door you had left for the cat to come at the ungodly hours of the night. You could also see the various trinkets and hobbies you had picked up over your 4 years of living together and made your room the heart of the whole apartment. Lively and bright. And there you were, hunched over your desk watching a video on your computer, fiddling with a piece of origami paper, attentively following the instructions from the video to try and make an origami frog. 

It took about 10 seconds to recognize he was there, smiling, happily at your antics. You smiled a little, but that smile made it all worth it to do what he does, be a hero and a single parent both at the same time, a smile that could light up even the darkest of nights. You did a little run too, you ran a little run to get to him but still tried to be light on your feet so as not to bother the neighbors.

Always so considerate. He thought. 

It was a regular routine really, for him to get you from your room and make some ramen, but as you two sat on the couch, TV was buzzing with the latest new stories (who needs a dining room table? Just use the couch! Why waste the space? It is the perfect space for your plants so for your plants it will be!) Something different happened today. 

For in the smallest little voice, he heard you squeak out,

 “c-can I braid your hair.” a slight tremble in your voice 

Now that was a surprise,

“What do you mean?” 

“I’m sorry, I meant it as in can I do your hair, I’m sorry I shou-”

“Sure.” he replied nonchalantly.

“What?” 

“You can braid my hair. Go on, the hair ties are in the bathroom.”

“Oh.” there was a pause. “Okay.”

Here he was, out in the dead of night at 12 in the morning, a young girl braiding his black locks of hair while he complained about PresentMic’s antics while eating convenience store ramen. For once in his life he felt at peace, as the world slowed down he felt himself slowly understanding. Understanding that it may be over, the repetitive nights of the never ending loneliness. It’s over.

And it starts here, with you, with tonight where you braid his hair and listen to him rant about the outside world. But here it’s safe, in this crappy apartment with the cool light bulbs and the distant stench of dirty dishes and the coffee he had this morning. It's okay. Life is okay.

Maybe he wasn’t doomed to have the same routine every day over and over again.

[ace-touya]

EraserMic Family Headcanons

Along with his radio show, Mic also has a podcast, and Eri plays this all the time when she’s feeling lonely, because she has no idea what he’s talking about but his voice is comforting

Mic is physically incapable of swearing. Whenever he swears, his quirk censors him, so it’s just a loud beep. This annoys him.

Aizawa can rap. Nobody believes Shinso when he mentions this

They all like styling each other’s hair

Eri considers being gay the default setting. She’s never met a straight couple before.

Eri and Shinso have matching bunny slippers

Shinso and Aizawa have matching sleeping bags

Most of the family are cat people. Then there’s Mic.

Most of the family dress alt. Then there’s Eri.

Mic doesn’t sleep. He says that Aizawa gets enough sleep for both of them

Because Mic is hard of hearing, they all use sign language around the house, so even though Shinso and Eri aren’t fluent, they’re learning quickly

They have a family quotebook

Midnight is like the aunt and she has girls nights with Eri

Eri loves music because of the concert and Mic being her dad. I can see her learning piano, and really liking art. As a kid, she wants to try a bunch of different hobbies to try and figure out what she’s interested in.

Mic doesn’t trust Aizawa driving because he fell asleep at the wheel once

When Eri wants to sleep in Mic and Aizawa’s bed, she asks. Sometimes Shinso wants to sleep in there too, but he doesn’t ask, he just gets in.

Eri has a massive fear of getting sick because Chisaki had hypochondria and likely treated her even worse whenever she was unwell.

Aizawa, Shinso and Mic all wear eyeliner

They all love hugs, but only Mic and Eri admit it

[xoxo-ren-xoxo]

Ari AU - Part Two

This is Part Two of my popstar Grian AU! Part One is is here! Part Three is here! Part Four is here! Part Five is here!

CONTENT WARNINGS for this Part: discussions of past attempted SA, physical assault, hospitals, briefly mentioned drug abuse, suicidal ideation, mental health crisis.

please consider reblogging if you liked this and want others to see it :D feel free to send me asks, comments, etc. about the au!

Martyn’s Radio Show

The response from Grian’s fans is overwhelmingly positive. While some are disappointed that the last shows were cancelled, most are just happy to see Grian okay and alive, even if she looks worse for wear. Online, the fanbase supports Grian’s claims. Online, they feel empowered to share their own experiences. Online, they believe her.

The tabloids continue with the addict line. They claim Grian is unstable and manic. They claim he’s lying about the night out. Pearl suggests Grian go on the radio. Talk more about her experiences, because it really is helping people, and if she makes a professional, live appearance on air, the accusations of her being on drugs will seem less credible.

Grian agrees, so Mumbo and Pearl get him booked in with Martyn, of Faction Isles Radio [a pirates smp reference? In my angst fic?] for a live interview and casual discussion about Grian’s life and career. 

For someone used to live performances, Grian is absolutely terrified. What if he says the wrong thing? What if she messes up her story and people think it’s fake? What if this Martyn guy is mean, or unfair, or things are awkward?

This is where Impulse steps in. He offers Grian a spot on his hobby podcast with his friend, Skizz. A pre-recorded semi-interview with people Grian is more comfortable with, in preparation for the “real thing”. Grian accepts, and they record the episode together. She tries not to freak out every time she stumbles over her words and Impulse says they can cut it. 

(Eventually she snaps that they can’t cut anything when it’s live, so why are they acting like her mistakes are okay? Impulse takes it graciously, helping her calm down. Skizz offers a few words of advice that Grian doesn’t even remember. Something about going for it, even if she’s scared? After the pep talk, she does feel better. More confident...)

Then suddenly, it is time for the “real thing”. To his credit, Martyn is lovely. A natural on-air, well-researched about Grian’s career, asking all the right questions and never seeming judgemental. Grian recounts her rise to fame, her love of music, and then, finally, the tour.

They get to a rather emotional point and Grian thinks he might be about to cry. How embarrassing would that be? But Martyn seems to understand, and there's a break for one of Grian’s songs. Turning off his mic to let the music play, Martyn looks over to Grian with a laid-back but kind smile, and asks if she's okay. 

Grian is not okay, but if she admits that, they’ll never get through the interview, so she lies. Martyn gives him a look like he knows he’s lying, but it isn’t judgemental.

The show is a success. Grian feels a little lighter. 

Downtime

The radio show does not help with the tabloid problem. As the media does, they try to get more out of Grian’s story, spinning it into either support or negativity. Theorising that she lied about why she was in the hospital- wild stories ranging from drug use to secret pregnancy (she is not about to explain why that's impossible). 

With news trucks and paparazzi hanging around outside her house, she has to keep the curtains closed constantly. Every time she steps outside she's hounded again. On the one hand it's good that he's being kept in the public eye, but he wants his privacy more than anything in the world. 

So, Scar offers to open his house to her. Grian accepts, moving in with him in secret. They manage a few blissful weeks with each other before the press finds them again. It’s awful. They're still trying to explore their relationship and what it means, trying to figure it all out. Grian's still trying to come to terms with what happened to him and how Scar saved him. 

The flashing of cameras is starting to give Grian anxiety. More than usual. She has half a mind to make another statement, but knows that'll only make things worse. In the meantime, Grian officially moves in with Scar.

Even Grian’s self-expression is criticised to no end. Suddenly the press is snapping pictures of her, in Scar's home, in jeans and sweaters and no makeup. She cuts her hair short because it’s starting to make her itch with discomfort, and boy does that cause an outcry about her 'mental breakdown'. Grian never had many issues with dysphoria or dysmorphia before, but once the papers picking apart her image start flooding in, looking in the mirror makes her a little nauseous.

Of course, the real fans still support her. She has a good, loyal fanbase who do care about her wellbeing and understand why she's hiding away. But the tabloids can build a story out of anything. Kind stories just don’t sell.

Album Two: ‘Land of the Viscera’

Things calm down a little bit, enough for Grian to master a new album. This time it comes from a place of anger and frustration, at the media and the stalkers and herself. She spends a lot of time working on the tone of the album, not wanting to fully alienate her fans but not wanting to stick with the preppy pop of her biggest successes. 

In the end she goes for a mixture of femininity and something grungier, less pretty, less polished, a little more unhinged and rock-inspired. Think female punk bands, mixed with the warbling parasitic sound of bjork. The album is titled Land of the Viscera and follows the story of a character named Mother Spore as she explores a wonderland of twisted nature and decaying landscapes.

The aesthetic goes hard, basically. It feels blurry in terms of genre and more obviously queer, the Mother Spore metaphor openly criticising the tabloid news cycle and addressing the struggles Grian has faced in hand with fame. Still, her music holds a range of appeal, keeping within a pop-type structure while shifting into gothic, punk and rock. 

The music videos are dark and edgy, full of rot, blood, and decay. They reference the stalking and attempted assault. Grian keeps her feminine costumes, trading the sleek red dresses for dark grey layered gowns. More severe makeup remains stylish, but drifts further away from Grian’s real preferences, as if he’s trying to separate himself from his persona. 

The fans call it an ‘era’, immediately scrambling to figure out the “lore” hidden within the videos and lyrics. While critics suggest Grian will lose some of her audience by adopting a harsher sound, the album is regarded as an overall success.

Taking One For The Team

It takes a while for Grian to feel comfortable going ‘out’ into the world again. After the release of the album, the paparazzi take a moment to calm down, and public appearances seem less scary than before. 

That is, until he starts making public appearances again, and remembers why he tried to go into hiding. Grian starts flipping off cameras or walking straight through the reporters, whenever she goes anywhere. Scar, ever one to do his job, isn’t sure he likes the attention, especially as the tabloids start to shift their reporting back to him. At least it fits Grian’s new image to be snarky and mean towards the cameras, bringing some of her private defence mechanisms from the tour back into the foreground.

New threats start coming in. It was fine, before, when the fans were satiated by the tour and Grian’s relationship with Scar seemed like a crazy fling. Now, with no new tour announced (thank god), the papers focusing more on Scar, and their relationship going public, things look more serious. This upsets all the people who think they are entitled to Grian’s life.

Once online threats start coming in, Scar gets jumpy and nervous. He asks Grian if they can stay at home, get their groceries delivered, etc. Grian appreciates Scars worries, and doesn't mind taking a few lazy days, so she agrees. At least they get to cuddle some more. But they both feel cooped-in. Trapped, within Scar’s house, constantly on the look-out for hidden reporters.

Grian decides she can’t live her life on hold forever. As much as it scares her, she loves performing and she wants to reignite that passion somehow. She agrees to attend a small local gig, an exclusive thing which doesn’t get announced on social media. It’s meant to be her stepping stone back into the world of performing. It’s meant to promote the new album, really. That’s all.

Scar stands backstage, watching from the wings and doing his job keeping Grian safe. Also admiring her with heart-eyes. There are other bouncers in the crowd, but Scar is the closest to Grian, confident in his ability to protect her.

In the middle of the set- and it all seems to happen quite suddenly- Scar feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns to see two young men and a young woman, all dressed in black. He’s about to ask them how they got backstage when one of the men punches him in the face, sending him to the ground.

Now, Scar is a strong guy, and the stranger seems kinda shocked at himself for throwing the punch at all, so Scar has enough time to recover and stand. Instantly, his heart is racing. Adrenaline rushes through him. One thought comes to mind: he has to protect Grian.

Scar assesses the situation. The attackers have no visible weapons. Good. As the second man goes to swing a punch, Scar grabs his wrist. He's much stronger, clearly. Twists the man’s arm around and pushes the guy back until he's tumbling onto the floor. 

The girl goes to scratch him, but Scar dodges at the last second. He can hear another security guard, somewhere nearby. If he screams, Grian will hear. She'll stop the set and come to find him. She will be closer to the danger. She could get hurt.

Scar holds his tongue. The first guy tries to come in again, and again Scar blocks the attack, but he doesn't see the second man getting back up. He’s one against three. It’s a miracle he made it as long as he did.

He's on the floor before the pain of the hit even registers. This time, they're quicker than him. He receives a kick to the chest. Something snaps. For a stunned second, the attackers pause. The breaths catch in his throat painfully.

He thinks they might kill him. It's a horrible thought, but it's not an unrealistic one. The three assailants all land hits and kicks, never giving Scar enough time to stand.

They finish their assault as suddenly as they attacked. With horror, Scar thinks they're going to go onstage. They're going to hurt Grian. But, no. They turn back the way they came. One of them says something. About stealing, or deserving, or... 

Scars ears are ringing. 

As they walk away, he blacks out.

Hospital Visit Two

Grian is the one who finds Scar, coming backstage during a break. Her scream is enough to alert the crew. Obviously, the show is cancelled. An ambulance is called for Scar and a search takes place for the attackers, but no one can find anyone suspicious. Later, more anonymous posts on social media brag vaguely about how they showed that bodyguard that he doesn't deserve Ari. 

When Scar wakes up in hospital, Grian is right there waiting, looking like a mess. The rest of the tour crew are there too, glad to see Scar awake. Grian's hair has been cut even shorter, in messy, jagged clumps. Scar briefly wonders if he did that in the hospital bathroom. 

He asks if Grian is okay, to which Grian breaks down crying. She practically screams at Scar that he should be worried about himself. He broke a rib and has a head injury, for goodness’ sake! Scar says that’s not his job. Grian freezes up. She tells him quietly that his safety should always come before Grian's own. Scar repeats that his job is to keep Grian safe, no matter what. 

Grian realises that Scar would do anything for her, and that's terrifying. He could have died, today, and he didn't call for help. Grian knows she would have heard him if he had called for help. So she asks Scar why. Scar tells the truth: he wanted to make sure Grian wouldn't come running towards the danger, because that's his job. 

He’s so sure of himself, it’s agonising. Grian knows that Scar's contract isn't the only reason he's so willing to get hurt defending her. Still, she fires him. Right there, on the spot. 

The hospital makes Grian feel anxious. The lights flicker, almost like the flashing of cameras. She cut her hair with tiny scissors in the hospital bathroom, to keep herself grounded, and to keep herself from doing anything stupid. She thinks about how she brings pain to everyone around her- how she took Scar away from a normal life.

They are only in the hospital for a few more days. Scar and Grian go home together, and make no announcements to the press. Grian gets Mumbo to call Scar’s boss and make sure he’s fired. Not out of malice- they talk about it, of course, and she has enough money for both of them- but because she isn’t sure if she can handle Scar taking on any more dangerous jobs.

A Break, A Breakdown 

After Scar is out of the hospital, Grian decides to take another indefinite break, pulling back into isolation, even becoming more distant from Scar. Scar obviously knows something is wrong, but chalks it up to Grian being upset with him about his own recklessness. A rift grows between them, despite living together.

Moving house to escape reporters and cameras doesn’t help much with the growing tension, either. Not for the first time, Scar realises just how complicated his life has become.

Grian becomes increasingly closed-off, no matter what Scar says or does. Jokes don't land. Conversation runs dry. She just doesn’t seem happy. Scar starts to grow irritable, too, not enjoying being stuck indoors and left with frequent nightmares surrounding Grian and their various attackers. It all seems rather bleak.

Until, one day, Grian is happy. Carefree. Better. Scar isn’t an idiot. He knows what's happening. He doesn't want to believe it, but he's heard enough stories from friends and family to know what's about to happen. For lack of better words, Grian has been depressed, now suddenly she’s joyful again? Yeah, no, Scar doesn’t buy it.

He calls the crew. It's an emergency. Grian isn't well. As the day goes on, Scar doesn't let Grian out of his sight. Once she starts an argument about needing to use the bathroom in peace, Scar tells her what he thinks is going on. He has reason to believe she's actively suicidal. 

A shocked silence. From the look on Grian’s face, Scar knows he was right. Grian mumbles something about it not being Scar's job to protect her anymore. Scar tells her it is. It's his job as a partner to make sure Grian stays alive. He doesn't expect Grian to break down crying in front of him, but that's been happening a lot lately. Or, Scar has heard it a lot, through closed doors. 

This time Scar is able to offer comfort, to hold her somewhat awkwardly in his arms and whisper that it'll be okay. Even to Scar, it sounds like a lie. He was never really good at emotional things, always more helpful with the physical- sharing honey tea for a sore throat, or putting himself between Grian and the cameras. 

The thing about Grian, is that once he starts speaking, it’s hard to get him to stop. As soon as Scar opens the door, she’s off on a rant. Of course, he listens, but it hurts to hear. Grian’s so sick of it all. His body, his art, his relationships, his life. They’re all objects in the eyes of the press and the fans.  She’s not even safe to just be with Scar- her existence puts them both in so much danger. And she's not perfect anymore. She's corrupted and wrong and they can smell it on her like bloodhounds. Every imperfection is amplified or ignored in favour of viewing her as this untouchable idol that Scar is selfishly taking for himself. Grian just wants it to stop.

[ryuichirou]

I'm back with my GloMas ask. By the way I love the word GloMas: it's like Christmas but more theatrical and angsty, and at the end of all the celebration, instead of getting presents, you end up with less stuff than before (no need to check Ruggie's luggage, officer. I can assure there's nothing interesting there).

On to the question, which is partially about Ruggie. This event has brought to light a new interesting dynamic that I hadn't really considered before, with the Ruggie/Jamil team up. It's nice to see Jamil be himself (i.e. a menace) more unapologetically than usual. I don't really ship them as a "couple", but I definetely see their appeal as potential "acquaintances-with-benefits". And I bet Ruggie would be happy to hear less grumbling when he decides to pay a visit to the rich boys Scarabia dorm. Basically, I'm curious to know if you guys have any thoughts about these two, both related to the event and in general!

Anon!! Sorry for the late reply, and let me go grab that loud mic I used a couple of days ago once again and tell you.

YES. These two. These two are very good together.

For the most part I want to just yell YES at everything you’ve said because you’ve honestly nailed it. Glorious Masquerade (with its Christmas-like Glomas glory..) was the first event we’d seen (even before we watched the main story), so Jamil and Ruggie’s unexpected chemistry is something that we have in mind at all times lol

It really feels like they can be themselves around each other, which is exactly what they said, and honestly these two out of the entire cast really deserved it. What they also deserved is to have someone to complain about the harsh realities of serving to capricious princes (Kalim isn’t a prince but) who are unreasonable and frankly stupid at times. Just imagine THE LEVELS OF PETTY AND TIRED VENTING, their venting sessions could be the best.

I don’t know if you wanted any headcanons with them, but since we’re at it, might as well drop some. These are mostly sfw, but the last one kind of isn’t lol

They knew that they might be a good match even before the Glorious Masquerade but never really had a chance to hang out before that. And during the event, to them it felt like they’ve been having telepathic dialogues for ages, and now finally they get to actually chat. They’re on the same page TO SUCH A DEGREE it’s actually stupid.

Even after the event, even though both Ruggie and Jamil went back to being super busy, they kept in touch. Sometimes they text each other, sometimes they meet simply to VENT. Having another person who is done of everyone’s bullshit in this stupid school is a blessing. They also talk about other stuff, like cooking and hobbies and even scheming and such, but their main topic is still “wow I hate these people”.

What they find the most comforting about each other is the fact that they know they are not really friends, but they also don’t have much to gain from each other, so it’s not like they should expect a backstab at any point. It’s actually pretty rare for Jamil to be this relaxed like he is when he is around Ruggie.

They don’t have sex regularly, but they did it once during the Masquerade event and at least once when they came back to the NRC. Both of them aren’t too into sex, otherwise it probably would have happened more often. Ruggie is actually a much better option to have this “acquaintances-with-benefits” deal than Azul, because with Ruggie Jamil can be sure there won’t be any feelings attached to it: they’ll help each other out and will be on their merry way…

[uummyuu]

orion fc headcanons

no one writes for orion fc i am here to change that <33, also this is severely meda biased im sorry he's so hot :((

considering how little orion actually appears in the show they're probably the type of team to keep out of the media, OR most of the media surrounding their team is around coach black since he's quite the established astronomer + still pretty well revered in the scientific community

the boys probably prefer keeping out of the spotlight cause it's easier for them to just focus on playing and has them feeling free to take up whatever side hobbies they wish without the media sniffing up their ass

but the team definitely goes on those museum field trips whenever a new space concerned exhibit pops up, i would say the entire team is pretty interested in space/astronomy but meda himself wanted to be an astronaut one day which didn't entirely pan out so he lives his dreams vicariously through coach black's training methods

it's because of this that they respect coach black, he's taken years of study on the stars and countless galaxies they couldn't even think of. he's literally adept at launching rockets into space and living in one, who wouldn't admire that? (if only he wasn't a cheater, but they follow him anyways due to them seeing his tactics as "scientific development")

they're deadass just a team of well-built nerds who happen to like playing football. meda does decently well in press conferences but put any other member in front of the mic and they might trail off from the game to actual space facts or something... (call it the coach black influence i suppose).

meda doesn't really understand the seemingly bloodthirsty rivalry some teams have off of the pitch, like yeah he trash talks opponents sometimes (i say sometimes cause orion literally only appears like once/twice a season or never at all, who knows he could be trash talking all the time) but he limits it to ON the pitch only.

all of them are introvert leaning, they just play up the attitude for the cameras. coach black tells them to act competitive and they literally have no idea how so they just resort to shit talking.

the entire team probably has a big gap moe thing going on where during games they aren't afraid to shittalk their opponents but off the pitch they're completely friendly and polite, just average joes with a lovely little french accent peeking through at times. overall very gentle guys!

they think they're so clever by picking their player names after constellations/space related things but off the pitch they call each other by their real names cause it feels a little silly after awhile. (they don't even bother sticking to meda's name it's only adromeda to them during a match)

i swear i knew some of the other players + the goalie's names but i forgot them :((((( im being a fake fan rn

they're definitely the types for late night picnic dates where they drive to a place with no light pollution so they can stargaze. the types to guide your hands making you point at stars while you lay on their chest or something.

the collective casualwear aesthetic for the team is either comfy sweaters/cardigans or business casual polo and khakis no on between, dark academia leaning. some of them need to wear glasses too but they just wear contacts during games despite the risk. (meda in a cardigan and glasses please see my vision of him as a soft library boy...)

all of the players' individual social media accounts are private and the pictures literally only consist of a. practice days, b. pictures of the night sky, and c. if they're married/seeing someone they share pictures of the dates they go on sometimes.

they share the public orion fc natter account and that's about as public as they get. if you manage to get into one of their private accounts it's a literal orion fan's treasure trove like holy shit there's so much good behind the scenes stuff there.

the team is essentially one little fandom of space nerds where they can talk about constellations and are genuinely rather intelligent in regards to astronomy whether it's from self-interest of picked up from coach black. they construct and discuss well thought opinions on new scientific happenings together, they would literally have a discord server and have different channels for the various phenomena they discuss;

[andromeda: hey guys! i know you're discussing the revised black hole picture recently uploaded(super exciting i know!) but this is the star sign channel where d'etoile talks about horoscopes! if you could move over to #space-photography🌌 that would be great!]

yes meda is a discord mod, i do not regret this headcanon at all.

anyways a small throwaway headcanon is that d'etoile phinus (their goalie) is super into horoscopes and gives his teammates concerningly specific but also weirdly accurate readings on what might happen throughout the day, and always carries his horoscopes lucky item around. (probably has a cute boyfriend but i won't get into that)

[diarygirls]

do u have any suggestions on how to . meet people? ive never been approached by anyone/never even gone on a date but im 22 and so lonely and scared of dating apps:(( any suggestions on how i can Put Myself Out There

<3 sending love & a sympathetic ear because i was in a similar situation myself in my early 20s and it felt so lonely even though from talking to others i know it’s actually not so unusual. sometimes i feel like the prevalence of dating apps has made dating this activity that’s entirely separate from the rest of your life / your social circle and it’s actually reduced the amount of casual dating we do in early adulthood. hmm anyway some suggestions:

for making friends in general: in my experience the easiest way to make friends is to pick an interest or activity + regularly show up where people do it. work or university are two obvious examples but there’s also rec sports leagues, online meetup groups for hobbies, trivia or open mic nights at local bars, bouldering/climbing gym or another specialized sports studio, martial arts studio, group art class, knitting circles, book clubs, volunteering … all good ways to expand your social circle + also valuable in themselves! it can feel intimidating to do things solo but people are pretty receptive to chatting especially if they’re also by themselves or maybe just 2 or 3 people. additionally bumble has a BFF mode that’s specifically for platonic connections & i have a very wonderful friend who i met from there so it might be worth a try.

and all of these ^^ situations (except bumble BFF) are good ways to meet people to date too! the only thing is for some reason in my experience, you rarely meet people to date when that’s your only goal from the interaction. like, i’ve been in social situations (outside of like bars/clubs where it’s the norm) where you can just tell that someone is only looking at new people as potential romantic interests or hookups and it just puts more pressure on every interaction. so like get out and do things and meet people, allow yourself to be open to them, if they’re cute + available feel free to flirt but don’t discount the interaction if it doesn’t turn romantic yknow?

oh also tell your friends you want to start dating! you might not want to date your close friends but they probably know someone who knows someone who you’d like to date. i’ve even been on a blind date that a friend set up for me and while it didn’t go anywhere it was still nice + less nerve-wracking than app dates because we at least had a common interest and a single shared connection. tbh in my experience NO ONE will support your dating adventures as much as your friends who have been happily partnered and in love for years, because they want everyone else to be in love, and they need the gossip.

finally ik you said you’re scared of dating apps but they’re not all bad! i think dating apps can be a good option for adults not in a university setting esp if you just want to meet a lot of people with low stakes. i think a lot of people (myself included) considering meeting someone on an app as less “real” than a cute meeting irl but the reality is a lot of single people you meet irl will also be on apps. i had a thing w this guy from an app and we ran into each a year later at a party and realized we had mutual friends and it was this nice realization like oh we would’ve met anyway. and i know a lot of people who are in relationships that started on apps! do what you’re comfy with of course but they’re always an option.

and of course goes without saying that there is so much love and romance to be had in life without a partner, that you can find so much joy and care and growth through friends family passions etc, that timelines are not real and that all experiences will come in time but you’ve probably heard that a lot, i know i did and do. but saying it again in case u need to hear it 🤍

hope some of these ideas resonate w u - ik it’s been a couple months since you asked so maybe it’ll just help someone else in a similar situation. good luck! <3

finally i know you said scared of dating apps but they’re actually not all bad and i think for adults who aren’t in university it’s a great way to just kind of dip your foot in the dating pool. plus i think a lot of us (me included) tend to romanticize irl meetings when the reality is a lot of people you’d meet in a cute way irl will also be on dating apps, i had a thing w someone from an app and a year later we ran into each other at a party and realized we had mutual friends and it was a nice reminder like ok well we would’ve met anyway, just on a later timeline. i know lots of people who are in relationships that started on them too. dating apps are also real life!!!

maybe some these ideas will resonate with you, ik it’s been a couple months since you sent it so maybe it’ll just help someone else in a similar situation. good luck out there 💗

[soft-bellied-tannies]

High Quantity Content

Read here or on AO3! - ⚠️ Alcohol Consumption ⚠️

Jungkook couldn’t help but smile as he listened to Jimin record his intro for the third time. His boyfriend was a perfectionist and his fans would be perfectly fine no matter what he did, but Jimin would happily do fifty takes if he needed to get it right. 

“Welcome back to Mims ASMR, my loves,” Jimin whispered as he fluttered his fingers around the mic. “Today, I am finally going to answer one of the most popular requests in my comment section. We are doing a tour of my jewelry box - specifically my ring collection. There are a lot so let’s get right into it.” 

Jimin clapped his hands, leaned away from his mic, and stopped recording before turning toward Jungkook. “How was that? Better?” 

Jungkook rolled his eyes and crossed the room to sit beside his boyfriend, placing a gentle hand on Jimin’s back. “Baby, all three takes were great. Try not to worry so much, your fans love you no matter what.”

Jimin smiled then formed his lips into a pout, asking for a kiss from his boyfriend. After receiving a chaste peck, he replied, “Thank you, I’m trying to be better about it, but it’s just…I don’t know. I don’t want the quality to go down now that I am getting more popular. No matter how many subscribers I get, I want it to always seem genuine.” 

“You are so cute,” Jungkook said with another kiss on Jimin’s forehead. “I understand and I respect that, but trust yourself. I know it’s hard, but you are good at what you do, Min. You never give less than your best effort.” 

Jimin stood up and hugged Jungkook, squeezing him tight enough to make the other laugh. “I love you so much.” 

“I love you too, baby,” Jungkook replied, holding onto the embrace until Jimin let go. He watched as his boyfriend sat down at his desk and jump right back into his recording. Returning to his spot across the room, Jungkook watched Jimin continue until he finished filming. 

Recording ASMR content had started as a hobby for Jimin to break up the stressful monotony of college academics - doing it mainly for fun until he got a positive response. He put time and money into it during the summer break following his sophomore year and his channel had taken off. At the start of his senior year, Jimin hit half a million subscribers and decided that this may end up being a career instead of a hobby. 

Jungkook had been incredibly supportive, helping him with filming and editing, soothing his worries, and talking him through the less-than-kind comments. That is how he ended up here, sitting beside his boyfriend as the guest in his next video. Jin, one of Jimin’s creator friends, had tagged him in a challenge to do a video of his choice with the creator’s partner. 

Typically, Jungkook would have never agreed to be on camera, however, Jimin always recorded his videos from the mouth down - mostly hidden from the full view to protect his identity. With the ability to remain faceless to the public, Jungkook was more comfortable with the idea. 

Jimin suggested a little Q&A-style video where they would try out different ASMR triggers with each question. It started simply with tapping and whispering before working up to the final one, eating snacks. Jungkook helped Jimin edit the video and watched it over a few times by himself until he came to a realization - he loved the little mukbang segment. 

Jungkook never would have imagined himself considering an ASMR channel of his own, but here he was trying to figure out how to bring it up to Jimin. His thoughts went back and forth between his boyfriend thinking he wasn’t cut out to make content himself to Jimin feeling imposed on and being frustrated with him. All irrational thoughts when Jungkook knew how kindhearted his boyfriend was. 

Within days of Jungkook bringing it up, Jimin had a second backdrop set up in his office and a list of ideas. He ordered another tripod and microphone plus a few decorative trays and cute utensils after doing research on other mukbang creators since it wasn’t his genre. Jimin even asked if Jungkook wanted him there to help with his first video or if he wanted to try recording by himself first to get comfortable in front of the camera. 

His first video was a short little introduction while eating a few snacks, some chips for crunchy sounds and some gummy candy for softer sounds. It was barely ten minutes long, but Jungkook was quite proud of it, especially with Jimin’s constant praise. Thanks to his boyfriend’s generous promotions on his channel and social media accounts, Jungkook’s video had a nice little kickstart behind it - reaching thousands of views within the first week. 

For the next few months, Jungkook explored various foods and started making longer videos. Jimin continued to be incredibly supportive and Jungkook was shocked to find that he had fifty thousand subscribers by the three-month anniversary of his channel. While his videos started as eating sounds only, Jungkook got more comfortable on camera which led to longer storytelling videos accompanied by a regular meal instead of little portions of food. 

His initial upload schedule started as two or three videos per month as he accommodated the lifestyle of filming alongside his academics. He gained an entirely new appreciation for Jimin, who uploaded every Sunday and Thursday, after realizing how skilled his boyfriend’s time management had become and how dedicated he had been over the past two years to maintain that schedule. 

Jimin encouraged him to keep that schedule through their last semester of college, not wanting Jungkook to become overwhelmed with self-imposed expectations and the stress of posting on top of his schoolwork. Both had spent spring break pre-recording content for the last half of their semester knowing the upcoming burden of their last rounds of final exams. 

When the end of the semester came, there were many things to celebrate. Firstly and most obviously, their successful graduation - Jimin with his degree in public relations and Jungkook’s film and video production degree, both earned with honors. They moved into a beautiful apartment together with enough rooms for them both to have their own office. And most exciting, both reached major subscriber milestones - Jungkook hitting one hundred thousand and Jimin hitting one million. 

With their shared financial success and continued enjoyment of making content, it seemed like the logical choice to work on their personal brands full-time. Jimin maintained his normal upload schedule and started to manage both of their public Instagram accounts. Jungkook established a more frequent upload schedule of Monday and Friday along with a new venture, Saturday live streams which he loved. 

Six months after increasing his recordings and doing full mukbang live streams, the higher intake of food started to make an appearance in Jungkook’s figure. He and Jimin both worked out a few times a week, however, his calorie density and growing appetite had certainly gone up to combat those efforts. 

His videos were standard, mostly being small plates and themed platters like crunchy fruits and vegetables or foods of a certain color and texture. His live streams, on the other hand, were often takeout orders or homemade meals typically accompanied by alcohol. They had invested in a table with a cooktop in it for Jungkook’s live streams that he would barbeque trays of meat on or build a pot of stew on - rarely leaving any morsel of food behind. 

Jimin wasn’t certain if Jungkook had realized it yet, but he definitely had. He thought his boyfriend looked incredible, maybe ten pounds heavier since starting his channel the previous year, and a whole lot cuter in Jimin’s eyes. Seeing Jungkook in his normal wardrobe, someone wouldn’t even notice the change, but Jimin was lucky enough to see much more of his boyfriend than other people. 

The first time he noticed it was a morning when Jimin was doing his hair and makeup at his vanity, getting ready to get lunch with Jin and Taehyung - fellow content creators. As it was Saturday, Jungkook was preparing for his live stream since he was doing an afternoon stream that weekend. He had finished showering and was exiting their bathroom with just a towel around his waist, emphasizing the tiniest bit of softness.

Jimin couldn’t put his finger on why, but he thought that Jungkook held the new weight very handsomely, looking strong and warm. He made an effort after that to check him out more often, his eyes and hands landing on Jungkook’s midsection throughout the day whenever he had the chance. 

Becoming more aware of it, Jimin could easily see where it came from - his boyfriend’s menu has grown in size for his content, but there was a very specific factor that he thought was attributed to the gain. Jungkook was averaging two to three hours for his live streams, usually finishing his meal within the first hour but refilling his drink until the very end. 

Neither of them was into party life during college, however, they both had quite the alcohol tolerance. For his weekend streams, Jungkook had regularly picked up a six-pack of whatever beer sounded interesting - sometimes even trying new brands and reviewing them on stream. 

During the first couple of months of streaming, he would finish one or two beers before switching to water. Then, he gradually started grabbing a third or fourth while he talked and picked at the remaining food. It was now expected for him to finish at least four, occasionally seeing off the entire pack, chugging the first in one go before starting his meal, and enjoying the other five throughout his stream. 

Jungkook was putting away well over a thousand calories in beer alone every weekend on top of his big meals. Even though he was never one to fixate on calorie counting, Jimin knew that his boyfriend was probably averaging one or two pounds per stream which clearly explained his slow but steady gain. 

Jimin waited to see if Jungkook would address it, positively or negatively, rather than bring it up himself. He undeniably enjoyed watching his boyfriend’s midsection grow in tandem with his happiness and success - if the scale climbed with his subscriber count, Jimin wasn’t going to complain about it. 

Almost another six months passed and Jungkook had yet to mention it. The only rationale Jimin could come up with was that his boyfriend didn’t fully realize the change with how slow the progression had been. Because he was, admittedly, a little fixated on it, Jimin tracked the subtle changes and paid attention to things like the fit of his clothes and the feel of his body. 

It finally came up nearly two years after moving into their new place. Jungkook had hit half a million subscribers and went all out on his live stream. He ordered a bunch of his favorite food with quite a few drink options and Jimin even dropped in for a little bit before calling it a night. His celebration stream was nearly six hours long, ending around three in the morning. 

After a drunken clean-up of his office, Jungkook crawled into bed and passed out until nearly noon. Jimin was preparing hangover soup for him when Jungkook managed to climb out of bed. He ambled into the kitchen wearing only sweatpants and his impressive bedhead, one hand scratching his stomach as he yawned. 

The evidence of his indulgence from the previous night was quite prominent. Jimin turned to greet him, but he choked on his words as he stared at Jungkook. His waistband was sitting low on his hips, emphasizing the round swell of his stomach. Although most of it could be blamed on bloating, Jimin felt confident in saying that his boyfriend officially had a little beer belly. 

“Man, I really overdid it last night,” Jungkook said, rubbing both hands over his distended middle. 

Jimin wasn’t certain if his boyfriend was doing it on purpose, but he was struggling to keep his cool, ready to abandon his post at the stove and drag Jungkook back to their bedroom. Testing the waters, he replied, “Think you might have been overdoing it for a little while now, love.” 

Jungkook’s head snapped up, staring at Jimin with a look of faux exasperation. He moved his hands to his hips. “Park Jimin, are you shaming my dad bod right now?” 

“I think we are supposed to have kids before you can claim the dad bod excuse, Ggukie, but you can believe whatever you want,” Jimin quipped, excited to hear his boyfriend leaning into the teasing and hyping up his own body rather than feeling insecure about it.

Jungkook rolled his eyes and walked up behind Jimin who was still dutifully stirring the soup. He moved his hands across his boyfriend’s slim waist and whispered, “Would it help if I said you were a total milf?” 

Jimin threw his head back onto Jungkook’s shoulder laughing loudly, not expecting that response at all. After turning off the heat on the stove, Jimin turned around in his boyfriend’s arms and went up on his toes for a kiss. “Whatever you want to call it, I think you look hot, babe.” 

It seemed like that was exactly what Jungkook needed to hear. Within seconds, he lifted Jimin onto the counter and stepped between his legs. He pulled him into a hungry kiss that quickly developed into a heated make-out session. Jungkook let out a rumbling moan when Jimin’s hands squeezed his sides, emphasizing the fact that there was something to squeeze. 

Finally pulling back for air, Jungkook relished in the feeling of Jimin’s strong thighs wrapped around his softening middle. He would admit later that he was aware of his gain for a while, not mentioning anything to his boyfriend out of embarrassment at first. Jungkook explained to Jimin that it started out as just the enjoyment from feeling full that eventually started to shift into appreciating his changing body. 

Jimin made it clear that whatever it was for Jungkook was very much supported and encouraged as he found his attraction rising with his boyfriend’s size. He also began to tease him a little more often, knowing that it gave them both a sense of intense pleasure. With a new understanding between them, it seemed that whatever hesitation Jungkook had was let go. 

While continuing with his normal video structure, Jungkook did change something with his streams. The standard meals were kept the same, however, he did explain to Jimin that he felt fuller and more satisfied with the liquid portion - the reason behind his longer streams where he continued to drink through the end. His hesitation was adding more and more alcohol than he already set up for his streams. 

Jungkook hated being hungover and didn’t love the idea of getting drunk every Saturday by going beyond the six-pack he normally drank from. A suggestion from Jimin that he somehow had not thought of himself was the best of both worlds. He began to drink non-alcoholic beer. 

Starting the stream with one regular beer on camera, Jungkook spent the rest of the time pouring his non-alcoholic cans into his glass. His fans had always been impressed with his ability to eat and drink, but after the switch, people constantly commented on his incredible tolerance - little did they know that Jungkook wasn’t in it for the buzz, just the full stomach. 

His typical four to six beers over a three-hour stream became at least eight or nine cans of his non-alcoholic beer on top of the one regular beer he kicked off the stream with. Sometimes, the only reason Jungkook stopped drinking was his stomach capacity. Jimin was often fascinated by how much liquid his boyfriend could consume in a single sitting. 

Jimin would usually spend Saturday night and Sunday morning giving him gentle massages as the beer, alcoholic or not, bloated Jungkook’s stomach every time while appreciating the continued change to his midsection. The higher intake had not only affected his full belly but his empty belly as well. 

The term beer belly made a lot more sense to Jimin after seeing how it blossomed on Jungkook’s figure. It seemed that every calorie stuck to his middle from his growing consumption. The little pudge that used to just poke out over his waistband now started bulging out a few inches, his growing belly almost seeming to defy gravity sometimes. 

His shirts now fit snugly over his round belly while every waistband tucked nicely right underneath the swell. Jungkook’s stomach jutted straight out from his middle as the rest of him seemed to stay relatively the same. He had a bit more padding on his thighs and his arms were a little bulkier, but it wasn’t enough to take the attention away from his impressive midsection.

Around Jungkook’s birthday, Jimin came up with an idea after watching an American college movie that Taehyung recommended. A group of guys in the film had something called a case race to see who could drink a 24-pack of beer first and he thought it might be fun to see Jungkook try it. 

That was the first time they initiated something like that together and definitely the first time Jungkook drank more than a few drinks off stream, but his boyfriend was completely on board, loving the idea of doing it solely for their enjoyment. 

Jimin picked up a case of non-alcoholic beer as Jungkook was still a fan of drinking to get full and not get drunk. They set up the living room with dim lighting and a show to play in the background. Jungkook put on a pair of loose sweatpants and a t-shirt that had a bit of room to be comfortable. 

With a mug that held two cans at a time, Jimin poured the first round and brought it to him. Expecting Jungkook to chug it as he typically did with his drink that started his night, Jimin stood next to the couch and watched him, teasing him for the panting breaths that followed. 

Jungkook told him to bring a few cans with him for the next round, clearly enjoying the fast pace in the beginning. Jimin was genuinely impressed by how quickly his boyfriend could down a can, seeing him chug another two within minutes of the first large glass. 

The night continued with quiet belches and a few rounds of hiccups while Jungkook worked through the case. About an hour in, he was halfway through - Jimin slowing him down after slamming the first four to make sure he didn’t throw up. 

After tipping number twelve to drain the last few drops, Jungkook reclined back into the couch to take a short break. Jimin’s gentle touch had been easing any cramps or discomfort that came up from going too fast, but Jungkook was starting to feel the effects of all the liquid. 

He wasn’t challenging his stomach capacity quite yet due to the meals that usually accompanied his liquid intake before, however, Jungkook realized that a stomach full of beer felt much different without the food alongside it. As his belly distended little by little to accommodate it, he noticed a sloshing sensation that was admittedly growing more enjoyable. 

Jungkook also tried to hide the bubbles of gas that traveled up his chest whenever Jimin pushed or prodded in certain spots. Obviously, his boyfriend had heard him burp before, but something about the situation made it feel embarrassing. While he couldn’t hold them all back, Jungkook made sure to let it out quietly into his hand and was thankful that Jimin seemed to let him do whatever he needed to remain comfortable. 

Although, Jimin did not let him simply go on without any teasing or taunting. Just as Jungkook felt ready to pick up another can, his boyfriend placed his hands on his shoulders and straddled Jungkook’s lap. Jimin moved his hands down Jungkook’s chest, caressing him slowly before stopping on either side of his belly. 

Expecting a tender massage that Jimin had become skilled at providing, Jungkook was stunned when his boyfriend shook his belly back and forth. The liquid in his stomach felt like it was splashing against his insides and it forced him to let out a pocket of air that developed at the crest of his belly with a wet belch. 

Jungkook let out a deep moan involuntarily as he threw his head back against the cushion, hands finding Jimin’s waist as his boyfriend’s touch became much more gentle. Letting Jungkook have more time to breathe through his overwhelmed state, Jimin started raining kisses onto his face - sweet and coy compared to what he had just done. 

The entire time, Jimin had been keeping a steady stream of praise flowing that let Jungkook know his boyfriend was happy to try out the new endeavor. However, after that moment, he realized that Jimin was as equally into it which somehow made it even more satisfying. His boyfriend was currently whispering in his ear about a next time thinking that they would be done soon, but Jungkook was now more determined than ever. 

“Can you open the next one, baby?” Jungkook asked, happy to keep his boyfriend in his lap while they continued. 

Jimin smiled and kissed him hard, seemingly excited by his boyfriend’s renewed sense of effort. “Of course, love.” 

Jungkook held out his hand to accept the drink, but Jimin simply took his hand and pecked the back of it while bringing the can to his boyfriend’s lips. He tilted it slowly, making it clear that he wanted him to take it in one breath. They did that with the next one - Jungkook stopped him halfway through number fifteen in need of a break from the way his stomach started to cramp up. 

At that point, Jimin definitely thought they were going to call it, but Jungkook assured him that he just needed to take it slow, not ready to throw in the towel yet. With the reminder of being able to try again, possibly in a month for Jimin’s birthday, he did consider agreeing and letting his boyfriend take him to the bedroom until he ultimately decided that he had enough space for two more. 

Finishing the second half of the one he paused on, Jungkook asked Jimin to fill the glass with two final cans and he would tap out at seventeen. Thoroughly impressed with his performance, Jimin did just that and then crawled back into his lap while he gradually down his last round. His boyfriend’s hands worked through any pinches and aches while he finished. 

Jungkook fell back into the couch once again, grateful for Jimin helping him through. His stomach felt tighter than it ever had having drank over a gallon of liquid over the course of the night. Needing Jimin’s help to get off the couch, Jungkook felt the full weight of his belly once he stood up. 

His shirt was stretched across his bloated middle, emphasizing just how much he had managed to get down over the past few hours. Jimin poked fun the entire walk back to their bedroom, commenting on Jungkook’s slow waddle and the sloshing sounds coming from his stomach. Although, he was also gentle and appreciative in helping Jungkook climb up into bed - removing his shirt to survey the final result. 

Leaning back against the headboard, Jungkook rested his hands on his stomach, noting the tight pull at the top while the area below his belly button was still pleasantly soft. He saw the sparkle in Jimin’s eye and knew that his partner was ready to pounce on him, but the idea of moving anymore genuinely made Jungkook feel nauseous.

As if he could read Jungkook’s mind, Jimin snuck his hand below the waistband of his sweatpants and said, “Don’t you worry, my love. I will do all the work. I think you deserve a reward for your performance.” 

By the next morning, the evidence of their previous night’s activity was quite clear. Jimin woke up first curled around Jungkook’s back, feeling very grateful for last night Jimin who decided to clean them up before falling asleep. He kissed his boyfriend’s shoulder and sat up to stretch when he was caught off guard by Jungkook’s still-bloated stomach. 

The beer-induced swell had shifted down lower as he digested the hefty amount, his belly distending out in front of him on the bed. Jimin lightly traced his fingers across Jungkook’s skin, applying some pressure on the small love bites he had left behind during his thorough treatment the night before. 

Rousing Jungkook with his caressing touch, Jimin decided two things. His boyfriend deserved a loving wake-up call to continue his well-earned reward and they would most certainly be having a nice repeat of last night for Jimin’s birthday next month.

—

The following summer, Jungkook finally hit one million subscribers after a few changes to his channel. Quickly learning how much he enjoyed gaming on stream, he stopped his ASMR uploads and became a full streamer - keeping his Saturday mukbang and adding a Tuesday and Thursday gaming stream. 

During those streams, Jungkook often added drinking games or at least enjoyed a few beverages while playing with Jin and Taehyung or some new gamer friends he had made over time. His Saturday stream was still fueled by his non-alcoholic beer, needing a little more to achieve that full feeling he loved. 

His little beer belly had certainly outgrown the description of little, filling out into a decent potbelly that protruded over his waistband while empty and looked like Jungkook was hiding a basketball under his shirt after every Saturday live stream. 

Jimin’s teasing had only grown alongside his belly, often wrapping his hands around Jungkook’s back to jiggle his stomach or squeeze his sides. His favorite comments to make were about how their fans were none the wiser to Jungkook’s round middle hiding below his desk during every stream - especially by the end of a Saturday night when he packed away drink after drink. 

The thing Jungkook treasured most by far, however, was his boyfriend’s consistent love and appreciation because for every taunting jab Jimin threw at him, three compliments followed behind it. Jimin was his ultimate hype man - encouraging the change in his content, supporting his streaming career, and contributing to his full belly whenever he could. 

Setting up for his Thursday stream, Jungkook sipped on some water while he prepared his recording area. He had been both looking forward to this stream and dreading it as Jimin and their friends were joining him for a Mario Kart night. The terms had already been determined and Jungkook knew he was going to be stuffed to the brim by the end of his stream. 

For each race he lost, Jungkook had to down his drink and between Jimin and Jin, he did not stand a chance at winning - of course, having been his lovely boyfriend’s idea. Moving on to Jimin’s setup, Jungkook heard the distant sound of their front door closing. 

“Love! I’m back!” Jimin called out from the kitchen.

Jungkook left his office, making his way down the hall to greet his boyfriend. He sent Jimin a little grimace when he saw the two packs of his favorite beer on the counter. “Hey, baby.” 

Jimin smirked and walked over to Jungkook, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s neck and going up on his toes for a welcome-home kiss. “Don’t look so happy to see me, Ggukie.” 

“Don’t look so smug to get me drunk tonight, Minnie,” Jungkook replied after returning the kiss before lifting Jimin up onto the counter. 

“At least you are prepared to lose,” Jimin quipped, devolving into squeaky giggles as Jungkook’s fingers dug into his sides in retaliation. 

Jungkook finally eased up and felt Jimin’s hands spread across his belly, giving it a little tap on both sides that sent a ripple through his soft abdomen. He was now the one smirking and said, “Am I really the one losing if I get rewarded either way?” 

Jimin smiled and leaned back in for another kiss, completely agreeing with his boyfriend’s question. His hands continued their gentle caress of Jungkook’s belly as he whispered, “Of course, you get rewarded, my love. Look at how all your hard work pays off.”

They both knew that there was not enough time to take this show to the bedroom so Jimin did the next best thing before they had to log into their streams. He reached over to one of the cases and tore the box open, grabbing the first beer and cracking the can open. Taking a small sip for himself first, a suggestive expression sent in Jungkook’s direction while he did. 

“How about a little head start, Gguk?”

Jungkook let out a low groan as Jimin turned the can toward him, bringing it to his lips. He instinctively started to drink, knowing his boyfriend would control the pace well. Ten seconds later, Jungkook already had a hot sensation running through his stomach against the cold froth of beer in his belly. Seeing that familiar sparkle in Jimin’s eye, he knew it was going to be an interesting night.

[secondspookyseason]

what my practice looks like (March 2023)

Hestia: A spirit I saw in a fire one time. Offerings made in my grandmother's teacups. Work in the kitchen, where my household works and loves and connects. Lighting a candle almost every night. Eternally grateful that I have a safe and stable home, from which everything else can flourish.

Hermes: The one it makes sense to devote to, considering my work and hobbies (all writing and language). Kissing my fingers for luck as I drive through a yellow light is a devotional act. A bowl of crystals for luck disguised as work decor. Journaling and silly little rhymes. Someone you can ask for help getting your written work quick-n-dirty done on time. Dice. Jewelry with wings. Artemis: Indirect, but I did this thing where I named myself after a woodland animal and I could see that connecting to something deeper. Visions on the full moon. Thinking of acquiring more art that depicts moons and antlers.

Dionysus: Oh my god. oh my god. You ever have something click all at once? Like I heard queer people were into Dionysus. but once I did just enough research to know there was more than a jolly little grape-wearing cartoon, this has been my main thing. A god of joy in physical experience! A god of heightened states! A genderqueer god who is so easy for me to envision in my (personal, queer, realistic) own idea of sexiness. Also a tree god at some point! I have always loved theater. I have always enjoyed purple. I already have the amethyst and the pinecones and colorful snake art and I see resonances everywhere. I consider whimsy a survival strategy. Trying out a mini-altar by my voice-acting mic. Saying 'I'll go write this sex scene and then look up devotional acts to Dionysus' and then realizing the sex scene is the devotional act. (This rules.) An internal joy (queer joy!!!) keeping me afloat when the outside is too much. Cups showing up in tarot readings in different decks. The Nine of Cups asks: what if we were enjoying ourselves right now? What would that look like? Can you imagine it? Ace of cups, my life overflowing.

[fluffykitteninabox]

My favourite Kurogiri/Shirakumo headcanons

⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆

His mood can affect the weather: I've seen this in a couple of fics and I love it so much even if it doesn't make a lot of sense. It's a creative way for other characters to notice his emotions as well, since he doesn't show his face most of the time

His hair matches the sky: I just think that's cool. I've seen art of his puffy cloud hair with sunset colours and it looked cool and i loved it

His hair can thunder: this is a bit of an extension to the first two. I haven't seen it anywhere but I'm certain someone else must have also thought of this before. Imagine him getting upset/angry and his hair suddenly turns dark gray and lowers down like heavy rain clouds due to gravity and then his hair starts thundering like there's a storm. I just think that would be cool

He's the reason Tomura is an Eraserhead fan: I feel like this should just be considered canon. I mean Eraser is supposed to be an underground hero, people aren't supposed to know about him. So where else would Tomura learn about this?

He listens to Mic's radio show: I like this purely for the angst factor. Kurogiri being completely enamoured by Mic's voice and not knowing why. It just sounds familiar for some unexplainable reason.

Bartending is a hobby he picked up in order to try and create more of a sense of self since his identity as Shirakumo was erased from his memory: I like the idea of Kurogiri having a little identity crisis when he was first "created" because of the whole having no memories thing. So he would try to find something that's completely his that he likes to do that has no ties to his work for AFO or his role as Tomura's caretaker.

He feeds all the stray cats around the bar: that mostly comes from how he couldn't let Sushi on the street. I like to think that he's still really fond of cats and he has a habit of picking up strays anyway. I mean look at the league! Anyway I just think this would be cute

He's the one that cut Tomura's hair: I saw this here on tumblr from someone but I don't remember who. They basically said that Kurogiri cut Tomura's hair in a similar style that young Aizawa had. And then they added that Tomura's hair grew longer after Kurogiri got captured because he wouldn't let anyone else cut his hair. I think that's a great headcanon. Angsty and cute at the same time. (if anyone knows who wrote this please tell me so i can put a link. If I remember correctly the post had art related to the headcanon as well)

Kurogiri wasn't the "perfect nomu" immediately, he had to be modified several times: I just love reading fics where this happens. The angst potential is so good with this. In fact here's the perfect fic that explores this exact idea: Somewhere in the Between by admirari

I'll keep promoting this fic because it's a masterpiece and EVERYONE should read it!

I'll stop the headcanons here because tumblr did that thing again where it posts my drafts while I'm still working on them

Great feature btw tumblr, you should definitely keep it!! ヽ༼ ಠ益ಠ ༽ﾉ

[castironpride]

Mandatory bio!

This space is under construction, but I desperately need some fandom mutuals and I also need to separate some of my fandom stuff from my more professional account. <3 Like, reblog, or follow if you're interested!

So, that aside, here's a fandom list and a little about myself!

About me

Name: Raz/Raziel/Cherubic (any is fine~) Pronouns: he/they Fandoms: Hypnosis Mic (+Rule the Stage), Handead Anthem, Hi-Drivers, Paradox Live, Technoroid Unison Heart (+Overmind), V-Kei Sentai Executioner Fav Units: Matenrou (Hypmic), Shura Jodo (Handead Anthem), Djungarian (Hi-Drivers), The Cat’s Whiskers (Paradox Live), D.M.A. (Technoroid), North Bastard (Rule the Stage), Asta (Executioner)

I’m a biro-ace transmasc guy living in the American South and outside of this my main hobbies are tabletop gaming, costuming/fashion, and writing. I am also a religious studies/philosophy major and I love my field! So that bit in my blog description about how I'm a professional overthinker is not an exaggeration, that is literally what I do.

I’ve been an otomuke fan for...longer than I like to think about lmao. I started in the otome game fandom and branched out from there. I never considered myself someone who liked idols until someone showed me the Hypnosis Mic MVs wayyyyyy back pre-DRB1 and I was obsessed. I haven’t turned back since and idol battle franchises have taken over my brain, as you can see from my fandoms list. Turns out I vibe with idols when there’s some misery and bloodshed involved!

This is a sideblog, I follow from huntunderironskies!

I write fanfic! It’s mostly just monster AUs for Hypmic and, uh, eventually Paradox Live once I'm free of finals and can proof what I've written but check me out on AO3 as LepersBell! Other than that, I give back to the fandom through character essays and analyses mostly. Writing is my only artistic talent, for better or worse.

[ofunknwn]

MY WAY , SOON by greta van fleet is something that resonates with RIAN JHA . the music teacher at glen ellen elementary is glen ellen's very own STARVING ARTIST , who has been in town for ten years . while they are only thirty five , they can be very SHIFTLESS but if their friends mentioned them , you'd think they were more GENUINE . in a town where every one knows everyone , it's hard to keep a secret , but i think the killer knows that [ redacted ] , and it's bound to get out sometime soon . i wonder if the killer also thinks of the chill in the air of an early morning before the sun rises , travel mugs full of terrible coffee , tape around the hinge of a broken pair of glasses , the distant sound of acoustic guitar like i do, when i think of them.

name : rian jha

nicknames : rj

age : 35

gender : cis man , he / him

orientation : bisexual

relationship status : single

occupation : music teacher , freelance musician on the side

hobbies : performing in local bars , collecting posters and other band memorabilia , playing video games

EVERYONE ALWAYS SAID he would never make it in life , that his dreams were too big compared to his lack of ambition — and honestly , they were probably right. it is easy enough to say you want to be a star , and even to have a natural inclination for music , but without the drive to back it up , that's when you end up stuck as a teacher in a small town and playing the open mic night on the weekend.

that isn't to say rian doesn't love his life. in reality , he wouldn't change a thing — even considering his lack of expendable income , he's still indulging in his passion which is all that is important to him. of course there are still moments , however , when he can hear the voices of his parents urging him to get his degree in something more useful , or the voice of his younger self excitedly claiming he's going to grow up to be a ROCK STAR , that make him reconsider his life choices.

some wanted connections :

THE ONE WHO GOT AWAY ; it didn't work out but rian still writes sappy songs about them every now and again.

THE RIDE OR DIE best friend ; his go-to , someone that rian just doesn't know how to function without.

AN ENEMY ; it's hard for rian to really dislike anyone , he's a very easy-going person , but I think it would be fun to have someone he really hates for whatever reason.

[hotcheetohatredwastaken]

How many languages do you speak?

English with a *passing* understanding of spoken Spanish, my reading/writing skills are much better. I was obsessed with ASL as a kid (think 7 years old) but I haven't touched it in like a decade. It's something I would like to go back and learn.

Now if you're talking understanding written... turns out knowing English (a very derivative language) and knowing Latin means that you can read most Romantic languages with some degree of understanding. Fun stuff.

What’s your favorite fantasy creature?

Is it bad to say that I don't know? I've never really hyper focused in on one specific creature. That said, the fae are fun. I think that a singular fae should be a fa but that's a discussion for another day

•If you could be any DND class, what would you be and why?

Idk whatever Strider is from Lord of the Rings. I wanna lurk and be hot. And also shoot a bow. And also brood and be hot

Song currently stuck in your head?

Half Life by Livingston. Still listening to @wanderlustmagician 's playlist XD

Dream job (can be anything, no matter how outlandish)

Gah, I would love to be a Bonafide fantasy writer, but it's not something my family really smiles upon (which, fair), so I'm going to college right now. In my downtime I'm trying to get a lot of writing experience and get a few things published even, so I'm trying to get through undergrad without debt (took the ACT six times ftw, get paid to go to college XD) and hopefully that leaves my options open.

•What’s your main hobby?

Writing and gaming. Hit me up if any of ya'll ever wanna play Minecraft (I am a GOD amongst mortals) or R6 (I am definitely not a god, but you'll hear some creative insults when I speak in the mic, and I consider that a plus. We'll be locked in copper as long as you play with me though). I'm trying to get into TitanFall XD

Do you collect anything? If so, what?

Notebooks, which is unsurprising for anyone that has seen my posts about BDOR XD. Also, I unintentionally collect old headphones for some reason? It's honestly a bad hoarder habit, but it feels like betraying my old pair of headphones to get rid of them, even when they no longer work. I have 6? pair sitting around right now, and one of those is my new Beats. Two are completely dead, one has the volume broken, and two (I bought the same brand twice for some reason, even after this issue) flake paint and leatherish material onto my face every time I wear them, they're so old. I also do this with keyboards DX.

Zodiac sign? (I don’t believe in them, I just think they’re neat)

Pisces, apparently (I just googled it)

MBTI?

INTJ, which I remember was rare from the time they made me take it in high school? I should probably retake, but I don't wanna XD

@vivalaplutothedachshund (hope you're okay with being tagged, feel free to ignore) @nazunaisaturhouse

Tag this for people you wanna learn more about! Woooo!

•How many languages do you speak?

•What’s your favorite fantasy creature?

•If you could be any DND class, what would you be and why?

•Song currently stuck in your head?

•Dream job (can be anything, no matter how outlandish)

•What’s your main hobby?

•Do you collect anything? If so, what?

•Zodiac sign? (I don’t believe in them, I just think they’re neat)

•MBTI?

@morganas-simp @david-goldrock @shinekocreator @mikewheelerfan2022 @rainy-sel @oliviartist

Even if I didn’t tag you, feel free to reply!!

[wordsinhaled]

Also. I gotta say. In my opinion, if you are born (even in the most eldritch sense of the word) and love and desire and cause problems because you had an emotion too hard, you count as a person. And I have Feelings, as someone in a "helping profession," about how utterly subsumed the Endless are in their duties. Like, sheesh, maybe it's what they were born to do, but what about hobbies? Work-life balance? Maybe they DO need a good lawyer.

yessss, hello fellow helping professional! high five! o/ we need a “helping professionals in sandman fandom” network, clearly! paging @dancinbutterfly for the vibes :D

i mean, if any of the endless have got it figured out it’s death. she knows how to be in the moment, live in the world, and experience things beyond her duty - even if it is tied to coping with the reality of doing her duty. she has the most Been to Therapy unconditional positive regard energy about her and it’s lovely.

and, like, how much of that comes from the overwhelm of perpetually holding space for the super existential experience of mortality? from the crushing realization of the transience of all beings? from being parentified because of how time and night totally fumbled their parenting? it would be an absolute mindfuck if she didn’t take her shoes off once in a while and touch grass, meet some people, understand what it’s all for.

death finds space for her emotionality and makes meaning of it within her purpose, which is ultimately to bear witness to the emotionality of others while allowing it to be in harmony with her own empathy.

*cough* death’s basically already a therapist in spirit, i’m just saying.

and yeah, dream is the opposite example—so consumed by his work and using his perception of his “purpose” and the laws of the universe as shields. because to allow himself to exist outside of that purpose means to admit vulnerability to extremes of emotion which are scary and uncomfortable. but dream’s purpose by definition, as it were, to steward the dreaming and guide all dreamers, isn’t necessarily a directive for him to be unemotional—this is something he imposes on himself to avoid big hurty feelings like rejection, heartbreak, loss.

he must understand emotions to fulfill his purpose, he feels them and knows them in the dreams of mortals, but keeps himself one step removed because Big Emotions are scary!!! and so he approaches them with this massive amount of squeamishness because how can he Be In The World and not become overwhelmed?

but the good emotions are so tempting! experiencing passion, love, being wanted; and then on a basic level, feeling acceptance, finding belongingness. things he has not had consistently in his hierarchy of needs. they feel good! there’s this part of him that surely thinks, could this not be for me, too? and stifles it with, no, my self-denial is a fitting punishment for the selfish nature i’ve been taught i possess. and he is so starved of these positive emotional experiences that when he allows himself to feel them he feels them with world-breaking intensity.

but is it selfish to want to feel? is it really? who taught you that? why do you not deserve the same care you show the dreaming? what does it mean about your entire self-concept if people actually care about you? if it isn’t true you’re alone in the world? how do you grapple with that? with the total upending of the entire worldview that keeps you safe from pain?

a mindfuck.

he needs a lawyer. he needs a therapy session (or a thousand of them). he needs to hang out with his sister more. he needs lots of hugs from hob. and he needs to feed the pigeons in the park, and watch shakespeare performances, and go down the pub with his very mortal immortal friend, and go to open mics, and look at street art, and live in the world, and be happy, and do more things “it g[ives] him pleasure so to do”

(also yes, this journey is What It Looks Like and i’ll just say i’d seriously consider crisis planning if he were a client)

[queenofsantacarla]

hide (when the sun gets higher). chapter 1

A/N: at long last it's finally here. beta'd by my lovely besties @darling-disastrous and the tlg group chat.

Warnings: gender neutral reader, angst, discussion of missing peoples

Missing.

You supposed a great deal was missing from your life, when you truly considered it. Things both big and small had notable absences. You’d never had a grand feeling of purpose or life’s meaning, so you switched college majors like outfits and as a result only found yourself working crappy service jobs to pay the rent as months droned on monotonously. Working for minimum wage meant hobbies went to the wayside, along with your social life, keeping your circle of ‘friends’ - if you could call work and college acquaintances that - shamefully small. And romance? Needless to say, you weren’t exactly swept away by any of the potential suitors in your life. You’d had your fair share of disappointment, but you always assumed these were things every broke, mildly depressed, former gifted kid burnout dealt with. You assumed most people were missing these things.

Then you got the call from Lucy, and you were wishing that you could be “most people” again.

You had apparently been the Emersons’ last hope, the last good memory linking Michael to Phoenix despite how much time had passed. Mr. Emerson had taken everything he could from Lucy in the divorce and buzzed off to God-knows-where, not that Michael was ever going to go looking for him anyway. You stayed up all night, just in case, hoping and praying he came knocking on your door.

Nothing.

You called out of work, citing a "family emergency." The Emersons were your other family, after all, and how sleep-deprived you were was in the back of your mind as you drove up the California coast. You tried to appreciate the beauty, the waves crashing against the rocks, the sunsets on the horizon, but each sight made you wonder if Mike had sought comfort in them. Then you'd remember Lucy's hiccups as she held back sobs and Sam's dashed hope that you had seen his brother alive, and you'd have to pull over and cry, the tears too intense to safely see the road.

When you weren't considering worst-case-scenarios, you remembered the good times: Halloweens with coordinated costumes, playing pirates and secret agents in kindergarten, slumber parties where you stayed up all night gorging yourself on Lucy's baking and Michael telling Sam to leave the big kids alone, climbing that giant tree in your yard so you could be on top of the whole world.

That New Year's night freshman year…

It was hard to believe that was almost half a decade ago. If you thought really hard, you could still remember how the blanket felt under your legs, how good his jacket smelled and how warm it was around your shoulders against the chill in the winter air, and how shyly he had asked with hope in those sky-blue eyes if he could kiss you as the clock struck midnight.

It was a chaste kiss, being both of yours first, but it did confirm something you'd always known but had trouble admitting.

Without a doubt. Michael Emerson was the first person you had ever loved. And he hadn't been seen in weeks.

~

The "murder capital of the world" wasn't as impressive as it sounded, despite the title blazoned on the back of the billboard. It was little more than a kitschy beach town. You'd never been to the beach, but you weren't necessarily eager to visit this one. But as the sun began to dip on the horizon your protesting stomach demanded a stop before heading to the Emersons' home.

A hole-in-the-wall Chinese place on the boardwalk was bustling with customers, and happened to be the only food not deep fried multiple times and sweating grease. Unfortunately, the way to the entrance took you right past a fence covered end to end with missing persons' posters. Most of the people walked right by without pausing, not even a glimpse at the sea of faces. You walked by with your head hung in shame, every pair of eyes feeling like Michael's gaze boring into your head, demanding to know why you weren't out looking for him yet. A sudden gust of wind had you pulling your arms around yourself as it ripped an old posting off the fence, settling right at your feet.

It was ancient by the looks of it, the paper having long yellowed and wrinkled in the damp sea air. An impossibly young looking boy stared miserably at you, not even a smile on the memory’s features.

“Laddie” Thompson, it read, the lovingly given nickname apparently much more important than the boy’s true one. Who’s missing you, Laddie? you wondered as a wrench pulled at your heart. Are they still looking, or did they have to give up? Are you still out there, somewhere, waiting for someone to find you?

You had to blink away tears as you stepped inside the restaurant. Everyone seemed to be buzzing, barely able to stay in one place, as if they all had somewhere very important to be.

Despite how crowded and noisy it was, you felt more alone than you did driving down the deserted highways. Anyone of these people could have glimpsed Michael, even just for a second, but might never know the wonderful being behind his baby blues and boyish curls.

But you knew. And it ached like an aggravated old wound that never healed properly.

You were snapped back from the brink of another sobbing breakdown when you heard your order number finally called. The smell of dumplings and spicy sauce were calling your name as you reached out, only to see the bag snatched away before you could grab it.

“Hey!” you tried to shout to the gossiping pair escaping with your food, but the restaurant was so loud they were out the door before you could get your dinner back. If this were a normal night, it would’ve been a funny circumstance, something to laugh off, but your frayed nerves and empty stomach had you trembling all over again. Please, don’t let me have a breakdown in public, please please…

“...and whatever this babe had, add that on.”

A leather-clad hand landed on your shoulder as you heard a silky voice caress your ears. You turned to see a young punk with angelic features and curly mullet. Topaz brown eyes drew you in, sparkling from the smirk that seemed all too natural to the guy’s features.

"You don't have to-" you began to say. Suddenly your voice felt very loud and it was then you realized the whole dining room had gone quiet. Everyone stared at you- or rather, they stared at your generous new friend, who had yet to take his hand off your shoulder.

"Not a problem, angel," he winked at you. You felt yourself turn red, as if he was repeating your thoughts about him. “But that pretty blush is thanks enough.”

The heat of your face and the prickling feeling of jealous eyes on your skin made you look down. It wasn’t like you didn’t get flirted with back home, but it had been a while since it really affected you. Maybe it was your already heightened emotions, or the audience your paramour had amassed…

You swiped your takeout as soon as it touched the counter. “Thanks, but it really wasn’t necessary. It’s not like it was your fault.”

“Well…” he drawled out, playfully biting the leather knuckle of his glove with a devil-may-care smirk. “It might be my fault, in a way.”

“Oh?”

“They’re all trying to get out of here and catch the show,” he explained, grabbing a ridiculously large carton of boxes. “Aren’t you?”

“Uh, no, I-I just got into town. I’m…” you hesitated, not wanting to kill his good mood. “I’m visiting some old friends.”

He suddenly pouted, looking quite like a kicked puppy despite his badass exterior. "Aw, and here I was hoping I'd see you in the audience. I could always use a lovely volunteer."

Oh. Definitely wasn't just the setting that phased you. You were definitely enjoying his flirtations.

No, no, bad brain, you chastised yourself. You're just weak from the grief. Red flags all around.

"Well, if you need something to take that sad look in your eyes away…" he produced what looked like a theater ticket from his chaps. "Come see me."

The ticket was red and gold with fanciful black lettering, proclaiming it belonged to a VIP visitor for a one-night showing of...

"'Cirque de Praeteritus?'" You read aloud. Soft gasps sounded around you, clearly envious of what you'd been given. Whispers and hisses passed amongst the crowd, and it didn't take a genius to realize what they were about. "I can't accept this, it's very generous and I don't think I can-"

"Bring your friends, if you want," he said over his shoulder as he made his way out of the restaurant, clearly ignoring your words. But he paused and looked back at you with a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Just don't bring a date."

"But I- I don't-" you fumbled for some excuse, "I don't even know your name."

He laughed, throwing back his head and showing off his dazzling smile. "It's Marko, angel."

And with another wink, he was gone.

~

The boardwalk gleamed in your rearview mirror as you drove up the winding hills, all the while mentally bracing yourself for reuniting with the Emersons. They had been your second family your entire childhood, before…

You couldn't bring yourself back to that day. It was too horrible to remember, and it made guilt eat away at you like a parasite. The way Lucy had called you with such hope… you weren't even sure she knew the entire story of what happened.

It wouldn't surprise you if Michael never told her or Sam. He was always like that, carrying the heavy things on his own, refusing to let anyone else help. Even you… especially you.

Horses grazed the field surrounding the house, and various windchimes decorated the porch. It was peaceful, deceptively so, being so close to the chaos and bright lights of the boardwalk.

You stepped out of your car and shivered at the surprisingly cold sea air. In the slight night breeze the chimes of the house danced, but the sound was… strange. You could have sworn it was like someone laughing on the wind. Looking around, there was nothing around but the trees that surrounded the home… and the giant wooden spikes. Huh.

You took a step up on the porch, but a sudden strong gust put you off-balance. Your hair whipped around your head, blinding you for just a moment.

Angel...

The window shutters rattled as you got back on your feet, gripping the railing for dear life. Had you really just heard…?

Wind pushed at you again, and you swore the laughing was right at your ear.

Hey, angel!

You jerked around to see who was there and… nothing. Just leaves tumbling their way down the drive. Your heart drummed against your chest as the wind died.

Maybe I do need to do something fun… you thought to yourself.

The door crashed open with a bang and you held back a yelp as you faced an old man in a leather apron and a headlamp.

"Waitin' on an invitation?" He asked with a strange, suspicious scowl.

"Um… no- I-"

"Hey, Grandpa, who's-" a familiar voice called your name with a squeak, and a hurricane of brightly colored clothes ambushed you in a hug.

"Sammy?" You laughed, unable to help yourself from being sucked into his cheerful energy. "When'd you get so tall?"

Sam pulled back with a great big grin. "Knew you wouldn't even recognize me."

"How could I not, Sambo?" you joked, punching him lightly on the arm. "You're still the same old Sammy whose diapers I helped change."

"No you didn't!" He snorted as he pulled you inside. "I, um… see you met Grandpa."

The old Emerson's eyes still appraised you as he retreated into a room off the den, completely lit with red lights.

"Texas Chainsaw Massacre, much?" You whispered to Sam.

"That's what I said!"

The two of you dissolved into laughter as he dragged you towards the kitchen, where an amazing smell was emanating. "Wow, what's cooking-"

A soft voice said your name, like a blanket wrapping around you. You turned, melancholy sweeping the room. "Hi, Lucy."

She glided to you, embracing you tightly. She hadn't changed a bit, even the scent of her favorite perfume clinging to her was wonderfully familiar. You could feel her trembling just a bit, a slight sob caught in her throat.

"It's gonna be okay, Lucy," you whispered to her despite how hopelessness also nipped at your heels. "I promise, we'll be okay."

~

Dinner was delicious, making you completely forget about the Chinese food still sitting forgotten in your car. Catching up with Sammy, it was like no time had passed at all. It even brought a smile to Lucy's face, seeing the two of you catch up. You did notice that Grandpa Emerson, however, never came out from his strange red room again.

Though Sammy did explain the room was for taxidermy. The horror movie comparisons continued thusly.

Eventually you did address the elephant in the room as Lucy brought out ice cream for you all to dig into. She swore up and down that nothing strange had happened, nothing odd that Michael spoke of.

"He knows about… about my runaway days. Both of the boys know, even you know. He knew- knows he could always come to me with troubles like that…"

"He was… having troubles?"

Lucy paused, settling a shaky hand over her mouth. "I mean he was… a little off. I just assumed with the move, and the divorce, he needed time to adjust and I…" she stopped, as if realizing something important. "He told me I wouldn't understand. Oh, God… I should've pressed harder, I should have…"

You restlessly paced in the living room, wondering what Michael kept from Lucy. Your own guilt kept you from saying anything, unable to help from wondering if this was all your fault, and you wished you could tell Lucy that without being terrified she'd throw you out of the house. You would, after all.

I can't do this. You were going insane walking and worrying in circles, the walls were closing in. Maybe a distraction would be good.

You trekked up the stairs, knowing Sam would have some comics you could get lost in until you could sleep. Luckily the door was already slightly ajar.

"Hey, Sammy, could I-" you began as you stepped in, only to see a perfectly made bed in a spotless room. In the corner stood a set of weights, and a motorcycle care magazine sat on the nightstand.

Oh… this was Michael's room.

You didn't want to disturb what was clearly set up in expectation for him to return, but despite all the time that had passed between you everything about this space screamed the Michael you knew and… loved.

A leather jacket hung from the door. Since when did Mike wear leather jackets, you wondered. You couldn't help but run your fingers over it. It was still brand-new, barely worn at all. Without thinking about it too much, you slipped it from the hook and held it close. Tears sprung to your ears when you realized it carried his scent: motor oil and cologne.

Knees gave out and you sank to the floor, wrapping the jacket around yourself as you cried, cried until there was nothing else inside of you.

As your sobs finally subsided, you trembled from the emotional exhaustion. You slipped your hands in the pockets to pull the jacket, the closest thing you had to Mike's embrace, even closer.

And your hand brushed against something… paper. A note, maybe?

You quickly yanked it out, only to find a strangely familiar ticket.

One VIP guest, for Cirque de Praeteritus.

Maybe you could make the show tonight.

[thefanficmonster]

Bouquet

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None

Genre: FLUFF, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having come clean about being single for a very long time now and considering herself completely out of the dating scene, Y/N’s confession is taken and responded to with a ton of kindness, especially from a special someone...

Requested by Anon. Hi hun! Thank you so much for your lovely request, it was such a joy to write! I’m so sorry for the long wait you had to go through but the fic is finally here and I hope you enjoy reading it! Love, Vy ❤

I roll out of bed with little to no desire to start my day. We haven’t got a scheduled stream for today and the clouds glooming in the sky seem to be promising rain so really what do I have to get up for except that it’s a rule society installed?

Just kidding, I’m basically stalling and that’s all.

So what happened was the streamer gang and I were playing Among Us last night and our conversation during the pause between rounds somehow swerved into relationship territory. I stayed quiet the majority of if not all the time because I had no valid input to offer. 

If you know me you know I’m not one of the performers on the dating scene. I have never really confirmed it with my fans - well, until last night, that is - but I bet they have picked up on that fact considering I’ve been on YouTube for around a decade and have never had a partner. That being said, I’d have to also mention that I have in fact dated but someone but it was before my YouTube era started. Me choosing this career path, which back then was just a hobby, had nothing to do with the relationship ending but it still motivated me to not to actively look for a relationship while I’m still focused on my career. It’s too much work, too much stress and requires a lot of balance I most certainly either don’t have or I don’t have the energy to put in balancing my romantic and professional lives. Luckily, no one’s ever pressured me into finding a significant other, not yet at least, so no societal pressure for me!

But I gotta admit I felt real awkward admitting all this last night.

“Hey Y/N what do you think? You’ve been awfully quiet?“ Rae asks, causing me to jolt in my seat from where I’ve been reading my chat for the past five minutes, my mic muted.

I quickly unmute to reply, blushing ever so slightly, “Um, sorry I was reading my chat. What do I think about what?”

“The gesture of giving flowers to your significant other, is it romantic or a waste of money and plant murder?“ Rae explains, still managing to catch me off-guard with her question.

I ponder what my response should be for a little bit before deciding to level it to a neutral level where I almost sound indifferent, “It is in fact plant murder basically and artificial flowers would definitely be a better gift - plus they’ll last longer.”

“Mhmm yeah that’s true.“ Poki agrees with me, “But there’s still the question of whether it’s a romantic gesture or not. I personally don’t think it’s overrated or cheesy, I actually quite like it. What about you, Y/N?“

And now she’s got me in a real trap that I can’t wiggle out of without speaking my truth. I don’t know where this sudden anxiety around the subject came from but it now resides within me rent free and makes me feel self-conscious and embarrassed of the confession I’m inevitably make.

“Um, I wouldn’t know for certain, I’ve never received flowers myself...“ I say sheepishly, cringing at the sound of my own voice, “It’s not like I’ve dated plenty of people and the one guy I did date wasn’t really romantic or anything, I mean - we were teenagers, after all. But when I think about it in theory I think I’d like the gesture: it’s thoughtful, plus you get a temporary but beautiful piece of décor out of it.“

I’m gonna hope I didn’t sound too pitiful or desperate. Of course I’m not gonna check afterward on the stream cause I’d rather live in the illusion of having sounded humorous rather than be given the confirmation that I didn’t.

“Wait, wait, wait, did you date your last boyfriend like a decade ago?“ Corpse is now the one talking and that makes me feel even more anxious. This is not the impression one would want to give to their crush, is it? Oh well, no turning back now.

“Correct.“ I reply with a laugh that I hope didn’t sound as nervous as it was.

“And you’ve never, like in your whole life, received flowers from someone?“ He sounds astonished which sort of makes me want to shrink up in my shell like a turtle. Too bad I don’t have a shell though. I’m genuinely thinking of the option to rip the router out of the outlet right now to save me the troubles but I’m not that immature. I’m surprised I’m even reacting this way - this topic doesn’t usually bother me at all but now for some reason I’m red as a tomato and shrinking in my chair. 

I know what the obvious answer is but I’d rather die than admit to it.

“Yeah, yeah, I know it sounds bad but I really don’t care.“ I make an attempt at changing the subject, swerving it back to the main topic rather than my lack of a love life, “I do, in fact, find the gesture sweet - it adds vibrancy to the relationship just like the flowers would add vibrancy and color to the space they’re put in.“

“Oh my gosh, that’s such a cool analogy!“ Rae gushes, “You’re totally right, it might be an old trick, but it’s aged like fine wine.“

Phew, God bless you Rae.

“Exactly, exactly.“ Corpse agrees as well but I don’t think he’s fully heard what Rae said since he sounds to have fallen in deep thought.

At least I got away with it with only making a SLIGHT nervous wreck of myself.

Yikes, was that horrible, though I don’t people will remember it for long. Sure, my fans have sent me thousands of lovely messages and pictures of bouquets and will maybe continue sending them for another day or two - which I highly appreciate, don’t get me wrong. I’m severely touched by this gesture of theirs and it almost makes me glad I finally ‘came clean’ about my romance-less life - however, it’ll fade overtime. I mean, who the heck cares if I’m single or not?

As I pour the milk over my cheerios which I’ve been snacking on dry for the past half hour as I rifled through the many notifications clogging up my lock screen, I hear the doorbell ring. I’m understandably puzzled by this, seeing as how I never get visitors so that doorbell rings only when I’ve ordered something, be it takeout or a random item off Amazon. However, I can’t remember ordering anything, at least not anything that should be arriving at the moment or even anytime soon - that glow-in-the dark curtain isn’t supposed to arrive until next week.  I make my way to the door, unbothered by the fact I’m still in my pajamas, and take a look through the peephole.

It’s a delivery guy...and he happens to be holding a huge-ass bouquet.

“What the...“ I mutter to myself as I unlock and swing open the door in the blink of an eye, “Hi?“

“Hi there, are you Y/N L/N?“ The delivery guy, who I’ve seen many times before and who I’m on pretty friendly terms with, asks me jokingly, sending a wink my way.

“I sure am.“ I reply, my gaze fixated on the breathtaking flowers he’s holding, “But those can’t be for me, that’s for sure.“

He fishes looks at his clipboard one more time, nodding before he looks back at me, “I double and triple checked, Y/N, they’re for you. Here, have a look if you don’t believe me.” He turns the clipboard  for me to see and he is actually telling the truth. I mean, I doubt he’d have any reason to lie to me but mix-ups happen all the time.

“Um, ok thanks. Sorry for the halt, it’s just...I’d hate to be the recipient of the flowers meant for another girl.” I apologize as I take the bouquet for him, still in awe of the fact I’m the one it was made and meant for and sent to.

I say a quick ‘bye’ to the delivery guy before practically running inside to inspect this bouquet for a card from the sender. I have my guesses: it has to be someone who was present during the stream last night and someone who knows my address. Hopefully it’s someone from my friend group and not a fan who watched the stream and just happens to know my address. I’d still appreciate the gesture, but I’d also install security cameras if that was the case.

Something about the color scheme of the flowers - pink and black - gives me Rae vibes since she constantly teases me about my aesthetics contradicting each other. But then again, Poki does it too so it could be her as well....

Oh...OH GOD IT’S NEITHER OF THEM

                                                               ~ ~ ~

I’ve been sitting here, keeping myself a safe distance from my phone so I’m not the first one to send her a text. So I don’t ask if she got what I sent her. So I don’t ask what she thought of it, how the bouquet looks in her living room, how it smells, how it makes her feel. I have so many questions so that phone is best off at a major distance from me. I’m the one who’s better off with such a huge distance between me and the device, to be perfectly honest.

Was it a bad idea? Should I have slept on it - or just thought about it longer cause sleep and I don’t get along? Should I have at least waited a day or two? Should I-

My phone vibrates with a notification and I practically fly to it from across the room, grabbing it and unlocking it asap. My heart sinks and takes off like a rocket simultaneously when I see I’ve been tagged in Y/N’s Instagram story. I nervously tap the notification that sends me to the picture of the bouquet I sent her with some text written over it.

“Thank you, Romeo ;)“

Somehow that one sentence answers all those aforementioned questions.

Is this what people refer to as butterflies in one’s stomach? Cause it feels significantly more like a crush...oh wait.

@maat-the-prescriptive  @simonsbluee  @save-the-sky  @itsminniekat  @hacker-ghost  @bi-andready-tocry  @imtiredaffff  @jazzkaurtheglorious  @hereforbeebo  @fandomgirl17  @chrysanthykios  @maehemscorpyus  @loraleiix  @letsloveimagines  @annshit  @i-cant-choose-a-username-help  @enigmaticmaze  @divine-artemis  @waterlilypat  @idontknowwhatthisisfam  @evi-ka  @classyandfabulous00  @redperson58  @lilysdaydreams @solowheein  @mythicalamphitrite  @axen-gers  @luckygirl144  @nj01  @buddyemily   @the-albino-lioness  @stardream14  @gdhdkfnn  @nomadicgypsyy  @preciousskye  @fluffysuicideunicornsworld  @o-kaelin  @manacharlotte  @awkward-youtube-trash  @lolalee24  @bonky-beerns  @meme-lord-and-savior-sebastian  @strawbrinkofdeath  @teenloves  @tams0527  @browneyespinkhair  @starstruckllamapuppy  @daisychains012  @y0ulooked  @tinytacosuitcaseflap @supernatural-is-my-only-life  @jula-pauline  @melodykitty  @just-that-bi-girl  @crazybutconfidentaf  @lowellshade @alphakees  @bellero  @weallneednamjesus  @starryhanji  @boiled-onionrings  @husherstan  @fockingwhore  @melaningoddessthings  @prettypastelpetals  @haleypearce  @godwhyamiawkward  @y-napotat  @daisychainyoonmin  @little-miss-rebel3  @free-wheelin-bi-sexual  @redmoon261 @darkacademic2  @wiseflamingoqueen  @into-the-end  @namikhai-i  @nastiablr  @thelittleplantlover  @mirktuan  @dont-hyuck @jjk-bunny  @vintagegothlover  @easygoingtheatre  @itsrandombooklover  @miiaivi  @emmybaybee  @befourgolden  @jjk-is-my-shit  @eternalteaaars  @spacebadgerx  @princesslunalight  @acequinn14  @samm48  @misselsbells06 @simp-lykawa  @fo-love  @marishimomura-blog  @therealglenncoco  @cinnamonbun332  @killtherandomness  @sanshinexxxsan  @fee-btheweeb  @press-lay  @cathleenpotgieter16  @jazzydoesstuff  @moonlxghtbay  @forestrain2000  @hyunjinhugs  @blood-of-fandoms  @lovellylies  @ukiyolixx  @simpforhpcharacters  @chrisdylan17  @parkerjisung  @pedernille  @theodonyous  @wineandionysus  @malfoystilinskii05  @morbid-x  @coryisagee  @jessewa26  @scoobydooluver97 @mindintheskies365  @raeanneinwonderland  @indecisive-empanada  @gluttonypalace  @loriane2503  @btsiguess-kpop  @khaoticbunny  @lucidlycactus  @smiithys  @rottenroyalebooks  @kpopgirlbtssvt  @fangirl-tc27  @fr0z3n-1  @notmesimpingfortechno  @shotarosleftpinky  @kunoi-chan  @idk-whats-wrong-with-me  @yikeroonie  @goldenstarofthunderclan  @poetry-and-tea  @ama-do-writing-stuff  @wishbonewolf  @emeraldxhope  @t0xick1tty  @kusuinko  @speakyourselfloveyourself  @sophia902103  @lo-manburg  @classsykittykat  @dmgama  @depressedpuppythatneedscoffee  @btsiguess-kpop  @akaashi-baby  @gun-jong-simp  @geschichtenfee  @yerapotato-wp  @browneyedgirl365  @thysagclub  @sparklycloudnight  @helloatomicshadow  @queentorresstuff @vtte @val-gal  @lucy-bunny17  @aaliyahh0  @katluckybear  @boyleanti  @straybids  @franchesca-791  @cosmicstorm19  @averyisbackinthetrashcan  @aomi-nabi  @xlanawriter  @allensimpsforcorpse  @sunnyrae-cessh  @ladykxxx08  @meowiemari  @renupf  @booklover76