#making some of my fandoms interact oops

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That was the post.

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BWAHAHA

WHO WOULD WIN?

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hi guys look ! i am helpful sometimes and not just a common household pest :p

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Fandom: Call of Duty Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Female reader Summary: you accidently call Simon while taking care of yourself. (got inspo from lovi on twitter) Length: Medium Warnings: NSFW 21+ ONLY, strong language, explicit content, porn with very little plot female masturbation, male masturbation, descriptive actions, anal mentions, toy mentions, A LOT of dirty talking, detailed smut. ENJOY!!!

It's not that his phone is ringing in the middle of the night. It's not even the fact he'd just finally drifted off to sleep either. When he fumbled and grumbled, (of course he was grumbling) Simon Riley wrote the book on the Art of the Grumble you were certain, he was just relieved it wasn't Price. He was exhausted and was thisfuckingclose to telling the captain to pound sand if he had to pull another fifteen hour shift on base!

But no, it was not captain Price and it wasn't Johnny either. The screen of his phone stark white, taunting him in the dark of his room, as the time and your name and picture popped up. The one he'd taken of you and König in Vienna.

What was this about now? Simon huffed, dark blonde brows forming together. You better not be calling him from the bar again, needing a ride home, not trusting anyone else to swoop in to the drunken rescue. You saved money on Uber's and he got to look after you.

WIn - win.

" 'ello bird, what is it this time?"

Silence.

"Foxy, come on now, it's late. If you need a ride jus--"

"Oh yeah, oh that feels so good." You said through your teeth, hissing from a bit of a distance. What was that? Were you getting laid? Jesus H. You sounded breathless, out of it until some more rustling and now your voice wasn't so clouded in mystery.

You whined out something fierce which both confused and interested to the masked devil.

"Fox, can you hear me? Bird answer m--"

Another low whine followed by a low and quiet buzzing. "Oh fuck, I wish you were here. Oh fuck that feels so good, bet you would have a fucking ball using this one me. Oh Simon… please!"

He sat up quickly, his ear to the phone burning hot, a blush of discovery rising through his naked body, Ghost ran hot most nights, even in the winter months and said fuck it about four years ago and slept nude. Either you were having a decent fucking shag with another man named Simon, or you were thinking about him.

Well what have we here, you little sly little fox?

"So glad I got that princess plug, this feels amazing. Oh Simon, if you only knew, if you only fucking knew the things I want from you. What I'd let you do to me, what I want -oohhh fuck too much too much--" you cried and the buzzing stopped abruptly. You were panting and humming and without a second thought Simon's hand was stroking his waking cock through his sheets.

And just what did you want him to do? Simon bit his lip as he listened in, pulling his phone away only for a moment, making sure the volume was at it's highest before he put it on speaker.

"O-oh god, yeah. I don't wanna' cum again just yet! Want you to tease me, tie me up and make a mess. Mmmm maybe you'd make me clean it up too. I'd ride your fucking boots if you asked!"

Oh. Simon was not expecting that sentence or the filthy way you moaned, satisfied with saying it out loud.

"Can I? Can I L.T. can I ride your boots, I'll clean up m-my mess, I promise. Mmm, sitting under desk, your personal desk bunny you're," you really started breathing hard then, whimpering as he could now make out a wet, splotching sort of noise. Oh fuck- you were fingering yourself now. "Your fucktoy. Oh god! Yeah, I wanna' be your little fuck toy. Use me. Use my mouth, use my fucking pussy, I am so wet right now, oh shit!" You giggled wetly to yourself, gasping and Simon could only imagine you adding another finger into your spongy hole.

A fucktoy? boot riding? a plug in your asshole with fingers in your cunt? You were a nasty, freaky little thing. Oh this was better than any video he had watched recently! Interactive as he continued to stroke himself with you, the sheet had earned a wet pre-cum spot and had to be pulled away, Simon put his head down and spat on his cock, smearing his saliva around the girthy crown of it.

You were a dirty girl.

He loved it.

You were demure in the halls, paid close attention to detail, slick and sly when you need be, hence your call sign being Fox. You were quiet but funny, witty and no one had a bad word to drop about about you. Your lore on how you ended up with the 141 was something of legend, a myth that one day you just appeared like an apparition and no one questioned why. Just roll with it. You didn't cause trouble, kept your nose down but you knew things about each team member that soldiers could only dream of knowing. A book of secrets. Clearly.

Simon chuckled darkly to himself all the things you could come up with, possibly thing he hadn't even heard of. Simon wasn't into the BDSM scene, he knew a variety of knots of course but to use them on someone, never given the opportunity. As he spat on his cock again, the image of your face appeared. Maybe you liked to be spat on in too. The cute little whimpers and gasps you were doing on your end might suggest you like a lot more than just spit.

"Simon please! Bet you feel good, I know y-you're big, you'd stretch me out. Make me gape for you, oh fuck that's so hot!" You're erratic, your sheets are rubbing together faster and you're now on the verge of squealing like a stuck piglet. "Hold me down, pull my hair, those big fucking hands of yours on me, in me. Oh baby, finger me nice and deep, deeper than I can reach."

You wanted him so desperately and that made the lieutenant fuck his fist faster, slippery and noisy and wet. His hard cock just sloppily going up and down his shaft, he squeezed the mushroom cap like head of it, felt himself jerk and twitch before going hands free. Slapping it against his messy palm.

"Talk me through it baby, tell me what to do, how to do it. How fast, how slo-ow, oh yeah that's nice. Oh fuck I can feel it coming, I'm gonna' cum again. Shit." You grunted and made the most delicious sound Simon had ever heard in his whole damn life.

You were moaning, tapping the gem of the plug if he were correct.

Tap tap, tap tap.

"Oh yeah! Fuck my ass, finger my pussy, make me cum. Make me squirt, shoot your fat fucking load all over my face. I'll be your best girl, I swear it I swear it! I'm gonna' cum if I pull this out now." You cried, panting to your little hearts' desire. Simon was close too, he did his best to match your moans and sobs of pleasure, planting his feet and bucking his defined hips.

"I'd cum just about anywhere on ya', Foxy." Simon grunted quietly to himself. "Foxy fucktoy. Mmmm that does 'ave a bit of a ring to it, aye? Bad fuckin' girl."

You slapped something then. Your face, a tit perhaps, your pussy but you were whining and carrying on and Simon had to shut his eyes, imagining you working the princess plug in and out.

Oh for fucks' sake, he'd sell his left nut to see your pretty face, worn out, fucked out, in bliss and pleasure, sticking your pink tongue out. Eyes rolled back as you continued to fuck your fingers in tandem with his own fist.

"Gonna' cum oh shit, I'm gonna' cum again. For you. Only for you, sir!" He could hear your sloppy fingers plunging in and out of you pussy, faster and faster, louder and louder you became.

"Oh fuck yes, Simon! Yes, sir!"

You came with a shout, groaning and grunting behind your teeth. You sounded absolutely feral, pornographic. He couldn't hold it back any longer either, Simon bit into his cheek and came into his hand, it shot up and onto his stomach, muscles tight as he coaxed the last dribbling bits of cum onto his skin. He gave his palm a 'good game' type slap with his cock, laying back further into his pillows.

God damn.

"Fuck that was good. If only, if only you were here mmmm." You finally huffed out. You rolled over, to whatever side of your bed or maybe just readjusted yourself and your toys but he heard a clank of something and then your voice, clear as day. "What the fuck…oh my god. Oh no! Oh please don't be a voice note!"

Simon had to chuckle at your change in attitude.

"Oh for the love of… please be asleep. Pleasepleaseplease L.T. be asleep. I didn't mean to call --"

"On the contrary love," Simon held up his phone to his mouth, he heard you gasp on the other end. "I heard every last word and you sounded so damn fine. Bet you're glowing after coming so damn hard," you scrambled for words on your line, mumbling out a sorry excuse for an apology. He clicked his teeth at you like one would a horse. "Ah ah, Foxy. If there's a green Post-it on my door when I wake, your wish will be my command. And I am often fond of those aren't, Fox?"

"Very much so, sir."

"That's a girl. Now why don't you go get cleaned up and get some rest. Depending on your answer, soldier, you just might need it."

Simon chuckled to himself when he rose that morning, his entire door was covered with little green Post-its and none were the wiser when you passed each other in the mess hall.

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A little New Year appreciation post!

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I wanna thank everyone who I've befriended (my moots and friends) on this crazy app!

This has actually been my first year actually interacting online with other people, and at first I was a bit scared because it was the UNKNOWN.. But after a while, I finally found my little safe space here! SHOUT OUT TO THE SBG COMMUNITY!!! Y'all have literally been the nicest group of people I've ever befriended, love u!!! ♡♡♡

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Personal thanks below:

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@anonymoosen

You're like the funnest person ever and make some really pretty art! (Your art style literally reminds me of drinking warm cappuccino or hot cocoa in the morning 💖) And I could never forget how we first met in the great booping wars! 😸💖 Thanks for being such an awesome friend and Boop buddy!!

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@youngjusticerulez and @fly-in-amber

Thank y'all for letting me spam you with likes and reblogs all the time! (And vice versa) It literally feels like we have the same fandom interest and tastes for humor. Y'all are awesome! 💖💖

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@thurio-edau

Thanks for always being so relatable when it comes to a lot of thing (weather it's One Piece or really funny reblogs) I will forever spam u with reblogs of your girlfriend Law! 💖💖

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@lee1504

Thanks for being so kind, friendly, and funny! You're like the 1 person that I've chatted with the most this year even though we just met! I love how we somehow have almost the exact same interests and can literally bond over any little silly thing! Your art and short fics are super cool too!! (Your art always has this really nice shine and clarity to it 💖) (shall we forever talk about the silly bbgs of the shows and games we watch and play 💖)

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And shout out to all my other moots too! Y'all are the coolest!

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Happy New Year Everyone!!!

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About My Man - Part 4/5

Fandom / Pairing: Jujutsu Kaisen / Choso x f!reader, Suguru x f!reader

Rating: SFW - Still... MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Content Warning: Fluff, language, hurt/comfort, drama (lots of it), kinda dub-con (can a hug be considered non-consensual)

Chapter Summary: As things between you and Choso start improving, so does your friendship with Suguru – but is it really possible to be just friends with someone you used to love?

Author’s Note: Did I mention I love cliffhangers? Hehehe. Literally took forever but here you go. Leave a comment and let me know how you’re liking it so far! Are you team Choso or team Suguru? ~ Eren’s Birdie

Song Dedication: L’AMOUR DE MA VIE by Billie Eilish

Part 3 | Part 5

Come Saturday morning, you feel no motivation to get out of bed since Choso had already left town last night, so ideally you plan to sleep in as late as humanly possible.

Your dream is short lived, however, when you’re woken up at 9AM due to an alarm you’d forgotten to switch off. You sigh as you sit up in your bed. 

It’s an unspoken rule, sleep will always evade you when you need it the most but will hijack your senses when you least need it.

You check your phone to find 4 new notifications from Choso.

Cho <3: This is NOT what I came home for!

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They’re photos of his mom making him cook, clean and water the plants. You laugh when he sends you another selfie of him fake crying.

You: well, i had offered you a better option Thursday night :p 

Cho <3: Get your head out of the gutter!

yes, that option was way better in hindsight

You: your loss Kamo.

Cho <3: Is it though?… I’ll make up for it when I return.

You: How so??

Seen

You: Hello???

Cho <3: bye😙

You: Hey, explain yourself!

Cho <3: Sorry, the boss lady needs me for some more labour.

You: :( byeee

You find yourself getting happy at every little interaction you’ve been having with Choso in the last two days – the happy feeling of your initial crushing days returning with a feigned sense of normalcy. 

And you’re not the only one who senses it because when you come out of your room, still zooming in to take a good look at ‘your’ man’s handsome face, you hear Luna’s voice from the living room.

“Wow, you look not depressed,” she laughs, a little too energetic this early in the morning.

“When did you get home?” you ask, startled. You hadn’t met her since Thursday morning as she’d called in ‘sick’ yesterday, coincidentally along with Satoru who HR said was ‘horribly down with a bad case of fever.’

“1-ish? Not sure,” she answers, “you were sleeping so I didn’t wanna disturb you.”

“I was sure you’d stay with Satoru last night too,” you giggle, “since you guys were so fucking sick.”

“About that…” she giggles and you crash on the seat next to her, itching for gossip, “We kinda went on a date last night.”

You almost squeal in excitement before your eyebrow furrow, “Wait, then why are you home?”

Before she has a chance to explain, the man himself speaks as he walks out of the kitchen, “Oh hi, you’re awake too!”

He places a hot cup in Luna’s hand oh-so-lovingly before looking at you again, “Mornin’, do you want a coffee too?”

“Thank you,” you smile politely as he hands his cup to you before leaving for the kitchen again.

“That’s blondie? Can you believe this guy? He’s getting action in my house after cockblocking Choso and I a million times!” you whisper and laugh in disbelief.

Luna mouths an ‘oops’ and you wave your hand in dismissal, “Anywayyyy how is he?”

“Oh my god,” she giggles, a hand covering her mouth in disbelief, “He fucks… like really fucks! After last night, I really do believe you are a heavy sleeper.” 

You laugh, still waiting for more details as she blushes while speaking, “I don't know… I think there might be something there!” 

Your eyes widen as you slap her shoulder, almost shaking and swaying her entire torso in excitement.

“My coffee!!!” She squeals as it holds the cup away from her body.

“Sorry!” You giggle as you try to contain your excitement, “You like him? No fucking way this the same Satoru I know???”

She laughs, nodding aggressively. “I’ll tell you everything later,” she whispers when her eyes find Satoru walking out with another cup for himself.

“Sup nerd, what did you do without Lulu?,” he settles down on the chair next to Luna.

“Oh, nothing out of the ordinary,” you answer.

“Sure your neighbour kept you busy, huh?” He wiggles his eyebrows, teasing you.

Right. You and Luna share a silent glance and you know what you must say.

“Satoru, listen to me,” you begin seriously, “Suguru and I never dated…”

His ears perk up as his attention focuses on you.

You continue hesitantly, “Well, there is some history but that's just embarrassing… I was obsessed with him when we were teens and he rejected me, flat-out.”

“Wha– I don't get it,” the confusion on Satoru's face is clear.

“Umm… technically I’ve never actually dated anyone,” you confess, “It never got so serious where I'd call them a boyfriend per se, ya know?”

“And that's okay, right?” his tone softens, different from his usually chirpy one.

“Yes but when Choso asked so suddenly, I panicked… and you didn't really help,” you chuckle awkwardly.

“You got nervous?” He asks, still trying to sort his confusion. You shrug.

“I don’t understand why you get so nervous around Choso…” his sentence trails off as his brain works overtime to figure out the answer.

How can this guy still be so clueless?

You simply shrug again. 

It must be nice being as simple-minded as Satoru. He set his intention on someone he liked, asked her out without thinking about the ‘what if’s and will probably have an amazing girlfriend before the month ends. 

How long have you been crushing over Choso again? Right, a little too long.

“But don't tell Choso… I'll do it myself,” you warn him.

“Hmm…” his face still pensive.

“Aren’t you guys worried about the office policy about dating colleagues?” you ask as you change the topic for good measure.

“They can’t fire me, I’m way too good at my job,” he manspreads on the chair before smirking at Luna, “...among other things.”

“Oh my god, am I going to see this more often now?” you cringe.

“And this too,” he leans over Luna to give her a sloppy kiss. Luna shakes her head at this, yet giggling into the kiss nonetheless.

“Y'all please, this feels like accidentally walking in on your parents,” you bring your hands up to cover your eyes. Luna laughs, pushing Satoru away.

“Anyway, I have some shit to do today,” he checks the time on his phone before sliding it in his pocket, “see ya.”

Satoru rummages through his pockets to fetch his keys before leaning over Luna once again to kiss her goodbye like boyfriends do, making her giggle at the gesture like girlfriends do.

Once you hear him leave, you raise your eyebrows to look at Luna, “Wow. This whole thing is so unexpected and sweet… and maybe I’ve just been an absent friend. I’m so sorry–”

“No, it’s okay,” she smiles as she holds your hands in hers.

“Tell me everything… when did this begin,” you squeeze her hand.

“Yup, but before that, I really wanna take a bath and have breakfast,” she sighs. You nod.

After you both take turns showering, you intently listen to the story of how your best friend started falling for the most unexpected person as you made breakfast.

By the last bite in your plate, the conversation ends up at your interesting love life again.

“Soooo, you had the house to yourself for 2 whole days,” Luna begins, “Why isn't Choso here?”

“Oh he’s gone to his parents home for the weekend,” you inform.

“Well, what about the day before yesterday?” she asks.

How to tell your best friend that your crush had asked you to take it slow?

“Please tell me you at least made out,” she crosses her fingers.

You shake your head, “We… talked.”

“Bleh! Boring!”

“Hey!,” you scold her defensively, “it wasn’t really that kind of a moment, you know?”

“What is that kind of moment? You just grab the guy and kiss him!” she states as she sandwiches your face between her two palms, squishing your cheeks.

“I see now why you and Satoru suit each other,” you chuckle as you remove her hands from your cheeks. You clear your throat before speaking again, “But I’ve decided to tell Choso the truth–”

The doorbell rings interrupting your conversation and you walk out to attend to it. You swing the door open just as the man is about to press the bell for a second time.

Oh.

“Hi,” Suguru smiles at you.

“Hi?” you answer, not expecting him at such an odd hour. 

“What are you doing in the afternoon?” he gets straight to the point.

Well, you weren’t expecting him at all so you look at him with your eyebrows knitted. You don’t remember committing to any plans.

“Well, I was cooking and wanted to invite you over for lunch,” he speaks again to answer the unasked question.

“Uhh,” you think about the offer when you hear Luna’s footsteps as she yells out, “Who is it?”

Suguru is quick to grab your hand before you answer her and you stare at him in confusion.

“Umm– I was hoping it could just be us?” he whispers with hopeful eyes.

You hold his gaze as you inform Luna, “It’s Suguru! He’s inviting us over for lunch.”

“Oh fun!” she yells back.

You give him the most insincere smile that you can produce. He simply sighs, returning your smile without showing his disappointment.

“See you guys soon,” he smiles at Luna who’s now standing behind you, waving at him.

“Yup, see you!” 

As you close the door, you get a text notification from Choso and you find yourself smiling once again.

“Are you actually happy about the invite?” Luna asks curiously.

“What?” you look up, “No…it’s Cho… he’s been texting me since morning.”

“What exactly did you talk about?” she asks, curiously, “Cause from here, this looks kinda confusing...” 

“Umm– just give me 2 days. All you need to know for now is that I'm gonna confess about my feelings and everything else too. I’ll tell you the whole thing then… that is if I don’t die of embarrassment,” you explain.

“Best of luck babe,” she chuckles as she pats your back to show her sincere support.

~~~

When you hear the bell ring in the afternoon, you and Luna both assume it's Suguru as you laze around in the living room.

“Get it,” Luna slides down further into the couch.

“No, you,” you're the same way as you stop scrolling on your phone.

“He's your ex-crush,” Luna pauses the Love Island episode you were watching together.

You get up just as lazily, channelling your inner koala as you attend to the door.

“Hi,” Suguru says and he's visibly surprised at your sleepy state.

“Hi… no, we remember your invite. We were just enjoying the weekend,” you answer the question written on his face as you rub off the sleep from your eyes.

He chuckles at this, “Okay then, ready whenever you guys are. I've set the table.”

He waves at you before heading back to his apartment. You simply wash your hands and face out of habit before leaving your apartment. 

You feel instant relief when you see Luna come out in her pyjamas as well because ‘it's literally next door. We don't need to dress up.’

Any sense of formality fades away when you notice that Suguru also skipped dressing fancy and found him wearing an apron over his clothes instead. 

“Hi, welcome to Suguru’s eatery,” he jokes when you walk in.

“Smells delicious. Have your cooking skills improved?” You compliment him.

“You wouldn’t have to pretend to not be suffering,” he answers before turning to Luna, “I was kind of a bad cook when we were young.”

“Oh,” Luna chuckles as she catches up.

Suguru guides you both to the dining table where he had set up the plates. He makes a show of pulling off the foil off the tray and you’re pretty sure your stomach rumbles at the delicious lasagna and garlic bread platter in front of you.

“Ooo, impressive,” Luna sings.

“Thank you,” he bows down, gesturing at you both to sit down. As you settle down, he brings out a bottle of wine with three glasses, placing it on the table.

“Got a day-drinking habit?” You joke as he pours the wine in the glasses.

“Only when the company's right,” he winks at you. Your cheeks grow hot at his unbridled flirting — yet you remind yourself it's not about who, it’s simply about the audacious openness with which the man is complimenting you in someone else’s presence.

As your internal monologue goes on, Suguru serves the lasagna onto the plates. The aroma is so flavourful that it brings you back to reality. 

“Shall we?” Luna chirps. You nod, ready to dig in. As soon as the first bite of flavour melts on your tongue, you almost feel as if you’d be addicted to the taste by the time you’re through with it.

“Suguru, what the fuck!” you gasp and he looks at you, concerned.

You shake your head in a hurry to clear the confusion, “Sorry… I just– the food is really good!”

“Oh,” he chuckles, relief washing over him, “thank you.”

“I can’t believe you made this!” you express your surprise.

“Come on! He mustn’t have been that bad before!” Luna defends him as she takes another bite.

“No, trust me. When we used to have family dinner together, our moms used to ask me to sit in a corner just to be safe,” he reminisces and you laugh as you nod your head to verify his story.

“Do you remember how you were convinced I pretended to be shitty at cooking to avoid kitchen duties?” Suguru asks you.

“Yeah… well, in hindsight, I got the easier task because you always had to wash the dishes because it was the one thing you couldn’t fuck up,” you tease.

“Wow, you guys really go way back,” Luna wonders as she turns to Suguru, “tell me more about her, I need some dirt.”

He begins with a coy smile, “Well, do you wanna know about before the relationshi–”

“Cut the act, she knows,” you interrupt him, “she’s the one who created the damn lie.”

“Oh… good. Then I can talk freely,” he smiles at you again before turning to Luna.

And that’s how the entire conversation turns into fishing past memories out of your Pandora's box. 

Suguru mostly tells Luna about the you he knew from a different time and Luna is amused at every revelation that unfolds from his anecdotes. As your plates are almost licked clean and you slowly sip from your half-empty glass, you sigh at the bountiful dinner.

“Got room for dessert?” he asks as he looks at you proudly.

“Really?” you ask in surprise, “also made by you?”

“From scratch,” he’s smug about it and rightfully so.

“We’ll always have room for dessert,” Luna perks her lazy head up at the mention of something sweet.

“If there’s one thing I remember as clearly as ever, it’s your love for desserts,” Suguru smiles at you.

“Really? But you usually give me the bigger piece!” Luna looks at you and you blush.

He raises his eyebrows in surprise, “Then know that you’re dearly loved by your roommate… I remember this one time, like a year before we left for college, we attended the town’s fair on the very last day. She was sooo obsessed with the Tiramisu they sold at one of the stalls that she almost cried when they were sold out that day.”

Luna looks at you inquisitively.

“I arrived too late,” you shrug.

“Well, there’s something that never changed,” she sticks her tongue out to tease you, “but did you really cry over Tiramisu?”

“Nope… I got it before I could let the tears flow,” you blush involuntarily. As if on queue, Luna looks at Suguru.

“I went early to get one for her cause I knew it would get crowded later on,” Suguru said calmly, without boasting.

“Oh my– That is soooo rom– cute!” she clears her throat, remembering your pre-dinner warning about not melting at his ‘honey traps’ so easily.

And once again, as a professionally trained best friend, she looks at you before joking, “Are you sure I’m not the one you love instead of Choso?”

You roll your eyes at her but fail to notice the way Suguru’s posture slightly stiffens up at the mention of Choso’s name. He doesn’t let it show but Luna catches it anyway.

“Enough about this one… tell me something about you!” She asks him to keep the conversation from going awkward.

Your phone buzzes and when you read the name, the voices in the room turn into background noise. You open the text, holding your phone under the table in order to be discreet.

Cho <3: You remember this?

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It's a photo from last halloween when you'd accidentally matched costumes with Choso – you're both wearing ‘Vote for Pedro’ t-shirt, side hugging with your cheeks squishing against each other’s. 

You smile at the memory, remembering how Satoru had picked Napoleon Dynamite for movie night the week before Halloween and you'd DIY'd the t-shirt last minute because you were too lazy to pick an elaborate costume. You hadn't known Choso for that long at the time so it was the craziest coincidence, all things considered, and that might as well have been the beginning of your infatuation.

You: yes!

Cho <3: Mom asked me who the girl was cause she’s “pretty”

You: well if your mum thinks so then i must be

Cho <3: Hey i tell you that often!

You: parental approval is on a different level…anyway what did you tell her 👀

Cho <3: What do you want me to tell her?

You: idkkkkk, it's up to you 

Cho <3: I told her that you're someone who makes me really happy

You: haha… now, what did you really tell her?

Cho <3: Only the truth

You: 👀

Cho <3: How about I tell you when I return?

You blush, biting your lip, trying to contain yourself from grinning like an idiot. 

Suguru notices nonetheless.

“Who is it?”

“There's only one person who makes her blush li–” Luna stops mid-sentence when you swat her arm.

“I’ll get dessert,” Suguru excuses himself to go to the kitchen.

Luna mouths an ‘OH MY GOD’ when he’s out of sight.

“Don’t fall for it… I know he’s too charming but it’s a trick, he’s a pro at this!” you whisper a warning.

She’s about to say something when Suguru reappears with a tray. When he sets it down in the centre of the table, your eye almost pop out when you see three tiny plates with big scoops of Tiramisu.

He grins at you, “I know I’m no chef but I still tried for you.” 

For the first time tonight, you genuinely feel that queasy sensation in your heart as you stare at Suguru. You were trying not to lead him on but was being just friends really enough for him? No one makes a full-course meal for just friends… or maybe they do when they have unresolved guilt of having wronged their best friend.

You brush the thought away and instead compliment him for the umpteenth time tonight, “Thank you Suguru. This looks really good.”

“Save it for when you actually taste it,” he serves the plates.

He smiles with his eyes and for a fleeting moment, you feel nauseated at the fact that deep down you appreciate him doing this even when you no longer have any romantic feelings towards him.

“Shall we?” you grin as you dip your spoon into the white creamy layer. The first bite is equivalent to about 5 bites as you stuff your mouth with it, your eyes almost rolling back into your skull in an ungodly manner – but you contain your emotions.

“Oh god! Suguru, this is–” you exclaim and Luna adds a ‘holy shit!’ 

“Thank you,” he blushes at your compliments.

It isn’t another hour later that you say goodbye as you decide to go back to your apartment. As Luna unlocks the door, you feel the need to say what you’d been holding back all afternoon.

“Umm… listen,” you turn to look him in the eyes, “I loved this a lot. It was perfect… but I hope you know that I’m not angry at you for the past… w-what I mean is that you don’t have to do so much for me or feel the need to overcompensate or whatever, ya know?”

He calls your name softly to stop your rambling, “If it’s any consolation, I really do enjoy cooking now and would do it for any other friend as well.”

“Hmm… okay then. Thank you for the meal, Suguru. See you around,” you take your leave.

~~~~

The rest of the day goes by pretty quickly. You collapse on your bed once you’re done with dinner and chores. You’re about to scroll the night away when your phone rings.

It’s Choso.

“Hello, is this a butt dial?” You speak before he answers.

“My ass isn't that fat,” you hear him on the other end.

“It's pretty fat from what I've observed,” you roll over till you're lying face down on the bed, kicking your feet behind you. As lovesick as they come.

“Should I feel violated?” he laughs. 

“Please I've caught you staring at my boobs more times than I can count on my fingers,” you scoff.

“Just a sec– What now mum? Want me to help you out with dinner?” He fake shouts on the other end.

“It's past midnight,” you burst out in a fit of laughter. He waits till your voice dies down before calling out your name, lovingly yet hesitantly.

“Yes?” You ask.

“I'm sorry,” the hesitation fades, his voice as clear as ever.

“What for?” you ask, taken aback.

“For ghosting you. That was really stupid. I was being jealous and insecure and I definitely don't wanna lose you over a misunderstanding,” he sighs and you can feel the relief in his voice.

“Cho…” you speak softly – a certain sadness you weren’t aware was hiding inside starts dissipating when you hear his apology.

“I know you, of all people, love talking a lot. So much so that if I keep the call on and let you start a story, I could nap before you eve–”

“Is this an apology or a roast?” you interrupt to scold him.

He clears his throat, “Pardon me. I love your stories, I will never take a nap in between… moving forward.”

“Hey!”

“Kidding! Sorry! What I wanted to say was that I promise to never ghost you ever again. I know it upset you and it was a dick move. Whatever it is, I will talk to you about things from now on. Promise,” his voice is sincere. With every word he speaks you can sense the playful familiarity being restored to his voice. 

You feel the warm feeling in your chest once again, “Okay Kamo. You're forgiven.”

“Thank you. You're the best.”

“Save it. I need 10 more weekly ice cream dates instead.”

“Make it a hundred… my bike could use the regular runs,” he’s smug about it too – you can almost picture the satisfaction on his face each time he makes such declarations.

“Summer won't last that long,” you pout.

“Then we'll go for hot chocolate.”

You nod before realising he can’t see you, “Sounds like a plan.”

Silence hangs in the air before you disrupt it.

“Choso?”

“Yes?”

“I’ve been meaning to tell you something,” you test the waters. 

“What is it?”

“When will you return? I wanna tell you in person,” you announce, hoping that putting it out there would keep you firm on your decision to confess.

“For you, I could come right away.”

You chuckle at the intentional double entendre, “I’m serious!”

“So am I,” you hear him cackle before speaking again, “hmm… Monday morning probably?”

“Alright, see you on Monday,” you smile, “Anyway, did you only call to apologise?”

“And to hear your sweet voice,” he has you blushing once again. 

You talk for another hour or two before the drowsiness takes over. The last thing you remember as you fell asleep while on call with Choso was him laughing and accusing you for dozing off, followed by you jokingly scolding him to tell interesting stories if he didn’t want you to sleep.

In the morning, you woke up to a text from Choso informing you that he was going fishing with his dad and uncle, meaning he won’t have internet connection till the evening.

Your Sunday now seems to be dedicated as missing Choso day – empty and boring.

That was until Luna told you during breakfast that Satoru and Maki were coming over. And then Maki texted that she was bringing her boyfriend over. Until she bailed to go someplace else with him – and then there were three. 

When they say love is in the air, they fail to mention its casualties are usually the lonely side characters withering away in the background. So that’s how the evening begins, with you being the third wheel during Sunday evening hangout at your place.

“Toru! You had one job” Luna shouts at him with her hands on her waist, taking the serious mom stance. After sharing half a bottle of wine, Satoru casually mentioned he forgot to get more bottles as he had promised he would.

“Sorry baby, I was so eager to see you that I forgot to bring it,” he pouts.

“Save it–”

“I can get it,” you volunteer, needing the excuse to catch a break from the lovebirds.

“You sure?” Luna asks.

“It’s not that late. I’ll be right back… just order the food on time, I’m starving” you get up from the sofa, grab your phone and keys, making your way out the door.

As you wait for the elevator, your cheeks feel a bit warm. It’s not enough to make you feel drunk per se but just a little tipsy – at least enough to make the split ends of your hair seem interesting enough to fiddle with. The elevator dings and you look up to find Suguru inside, raising his eyebrows at you.

“Are you drunk?” he questions as he gets out of the elevator, blocking the door for you.

“No,” you scoff as you get in, “maybe just a little?”

He laughs, “Where to?”

“To get more wine cause Satoru forgot to get it,” you roll your eyes.

“Alone?” he questions.

“I’m not a kid.” 

“Let me accompany you,” he walks back into the elevator without waiting for your answer.

You press the G button and watch the door close as you ask him, “Have you had dinner?” 

“Not yet.”

“Wanna join us?” you ask, praying he could be the fourth-wheel. Besides, you felt responsible for treating him to a meal in return.

“Sure.”

You turn your head to look at him and find him already smiling down at you. You nod as you dial Luna and she’s quick to pick up, “Lulu, order more of whatever you’re getting, Suguru is joining us.”

Throughout it all, from your trip to the nearby liquor shop to dinner and drinks, you’re in your own happy state as thoughts of Choso flood your brain from time to time and aimless conversations with Suguru, Luna and Satoru fill the gaps in between.

Around midnight, when there’s a persistent lull in the conversation, Luna and Satoru excuse themselves to retire to her bedroom, and just as you yawn, it’s Suguru’s clue to take his leave as well.

“Thank you for dinner,” he smiles as you walk him out.

“You’re welcome,” your cheeks feel hot due to how drunk you are and you lazily lean against the door for support.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” he smiles at you, finding you a little-too-adorable than friends are supposed to. He brings his hand up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“What’s it to you?” you narrow your eyes at him playfully.

“If you’re free after work, will you go out for dinner with me?” he asks.

“Suguru–” you sigh.

“As friends!”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you try to be firm without seeming rude.

“Why not?”

You clear your throat as you fidget with your hands, “Choso returns tomorrow, I’m gonna tell him the truth and probably confess my feelings to him while I’m at it. If there’s any hope for us, it's probably better if it’s not built on a bunch of lies.”

He doesn’t speak. You look up to see his conflicted face.

“What?” you nudge.

“Don’t.”

You stand up straight as your eyebrows furrow, waiting for an explanation.

“Don’t do it. I’m asking you now. Give me a chance,” he’s serious.

“What?,” you ask, laughing in disbelief, “That’s… what? I’m sorry, am I hearing things? You literally just asked me for dinner ‘as friends’.”

He holds your hands into his, “We have history, we know each other. Yesterday and today, spending time with you has made me realise that we still have a chance. What we have runs much deeper than anything you might have got going with Choso.”

You free your hands out of his hold. Seeing him dismiss your feelings gives you a deja vu, “Why can’t you just accept that my feelings for you have changed. It’s been years, for fucks sake!”

“You know what they say. Being drunk makes you truthful. So, just hear me–”

Pulling yourself out of your drunk daze, you interrupt him and calmly rationalize, “Umm… you should go, you’re pretty drunk.”

“I can hold my liquor just fine,” he defends himself, “You said my name when you had to fake a relationship… you know deep down that has to mean something.”

“No… I used your name because it was familiar. We’d known each other since we were kids! You were the first guy i really lov– liked… but that’s all there is to it!”

“Let me show you I’m worthy of being your first love.”

“I don’t understand you. We haven't spoken for 5 years– and now you’re here begging me for another chance?” The crease in your forehead deepens as your voice starts getting a bit louder.

He groans in frustration, “I thought I had this big adventure laid out for me in college and… I didn’t want to be tied down by a relationship that began even before I got to experience the real world–”

“Right, so that’s what I am to you… a last resort you can choose when others don’t match up to your expectations,” you interrupt him, your voice steadying slowly to avoid a noise complaint.

“No… everything I want to say is coming out wrong– fuck!,” he runs his fingers through his hair in frustration, “I used to like you too. Why else would I still remember such silly little details about what you like and dislike?”

“Oh, I don’t know? Out of habit? We basically grew up together… hell, even I remember things about you just cause I’ve known them forever! But it doesn’t mean shit!” you refute.

He rests his hands on your shoulders, his composure collapsing as his face looks agitated, “I know I realised too late that it was you who I wanted all along – but I want to at least try and see if we really could make it work. I know you called me an idiot who only thought with his dick but now I want to cherish you the way you deserve. I’m a different person now, you’ve seen it yourself.”

“So am I… and I’d be a fool if I let you break my heart again,” you shrug with an indifference that stings him.

“Let me change your mind,” he towers over you, “Let me prove it–”

“Are you not listening? My feelings aren’t so volatil–” you don’t get to complete your sentence as it’s cut off by Suguru hugging you firmly.

“Don’t you remember? You used to call my hugs comforting,” he coos and you realise he’s more drunk than you are as he almost collapses over you. 

You sigh, taking a deep breath to relax as you try to pull his hands away to keep him from crushing you, “You’re drunk. Just go home. You’re not talking sense.”

“Me being drunk doesn't change the truth. I loved you and I think I still do,” he’s still hunching over, resting his chin on your shoulder. His arms wrap around you again and you hear a sniff.

“A-are you crying?” you ask him softly. This does not seem like the old Suguru at all.

“Just let me stay like this for a minute,” he sniffs again. You rub his back to console him as he hugs you tighter. He’s probably going to be embarrassed and sorry tomorrow morning when he sobers up. You decide you could talk sense into him then.

But what he does next surprises you. Suguru pulls back before bringing two fingers under your chin to tilt your face up. You stare into his eyes and remember the last time you’d hugged him like this.

Right, it was when he broke your heart.

In that uncomfortable silence, you wonder if you still held resentment in your heart for him. But that wasn’t the case – you conclude, even if you forgave him, you could never forget the heartbreak. And why would you? It was a good lesson for what it was worth.

What you hated was not him but his blatant audacity to think he could still win you over with a few charming tricks. As if simply being nice could compensate for the way he’d crushed your heart so carelessly – all the shit he tried to brush under the carpet as not being a big deal when it was convenient for him. 

Maybe being intoxicated has given you special powers but you feel like you can read his mind. As if on cue, not even a second after you sense his intention, he proves you right when he leans in closer in a desperate attempt to kiss you. 

~to be continued~

[thatgreyjedi]

So I saw this template somewhere (I forgot who made it but kudos to them!!) and I thought it was a good thing to reflect on this year’s highlights of AO3!

Turns out, I wrote a lot more than I realized. So in addition, I’d like to draw some special attention to some of the accomplishments my fics achieved in my eyes this year!!

I Bet My Life-

After almost two years (including a 6 month hiatus in 2023, oops) I finally concluded my largest fic to date. I think my favorite moments that I wrote in this story was the interaction between Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan. When I first started writing the story, I knew I wanted a moment between Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon that would leave an impact on the narrative of the story and I think the master and apprentice duo meeting in a sort of between-life-and-death world (Kind of like the World between Worlds). I really enjoyed writing this scene because it allowed Obi-Wan to finally overcome his past and move forward on his path of training the future Jedi that will defeat the Sith. I also enjoyed writing the scenes with Reva and Cody because it highlighted their special father-daughter bond that wouldn’t have happened if they never met in the aftermath of Order 66. This fic will always hold a special place in my heart for several reasons, and I am so grateful that I had the opportunity to bring this emotionally heart-wrenching story with a heartwarming ending to so many people!!!

Dennis and Mac Have a Secret-

So my introduction to this fandom was kind of funny, meaning that I started watching this in order to ease my nerves about my upcoming AP tests (and it paid off because I ended up doing pretty well on them). Well, I ended up loving the show so much that I wrote a fic about it. Although it’s not one of my more successful fics I’ve written, this one holds a special place in my heart. I love how the direction of this story went and it truly showed that even some of the most vulgar, self-centered characters can be changed by one person in their life. For me, it’s a beautiful story of love coming in several different forms all tied together to create a bittersweet ending that is how Mac and Dennis finally get together (I won’t spoil too much, but it gets kind of sad at some points).

Lights Will Guide Us Home-

Similarly to IASIP, I fell head first into the 9-1-1 fandom and immediately became infatuated with it. However, this show has quickly became one of my favorite shows of all time and Buddie has became one of my favorite ships of all time! So, when I was waiting for S8 to drop, I decided to write my own sort of post-S7 fix-it story (let’s just say there were certain things about the end of S7 that made me mad and confused). So I combined my favorite trope of trapping characters in a cave together (if I had a nickel for every time I wrote about two characters trapped in a cave in life-threatening circumstances and they confess their feelings to each other, I’d have two nickels, which is really weird that it happened twice…) Regardless, I loved writing this one because it was something new, and I really enjoyed writing for these characters and all their dynamics and small little details. For me, 9-1-1 not only really inspired me in more than just the writing aspect as it gave me a fresh canvas for art pieces (which I’d been struggling to make for a while until now), but it also created memories with some of the most important people in my life (my family would sit down every night to binge episodes and we’d all share our theories/predictions together. Also, my best friend started watching at the same time and we’d talk about everything, including the Buddie moments). This show will hold a permanent spot in my heart for years to come.

Love Like This-

Oh boy, where do I even begin with this one? So, one of the most common questions I had while watching this show is “Why doesn’t Buck have a kid of his own yet?” Sure, he basically co-parents Christopher with Eddie at this point, but like, I want to see Buck actually take care of a baby-baby. Hence, Ellowynn “Elly” Buckley(-Diaz) was born. But, I didn’t just stop at giving Buck his own kid, no no, obviously Eddie would baby trap himself the same way Buck did when he first met Chris about 7 years ago. Either way, I have so many ideas for this fic that I want to turn it into a series, but I needed to lay down the basic groundwork for it before I started adding one shots to it. Also, it has been SO MUCH FUN drawing this family dynamic!!! I’m excited to continue with this series and hopefully you guys will enjoy it too!

I think that my main takeaway from 2024 is to not be afraid to explore outside your comfort zone. If you would have asked me two years ago if I would have written outside the Star Wars fandom, I probably would have said never. However, I’ve learned that the most meaningful pieces that you create, whether it be a drawing or a written work, is something that holds value to what you love. It’s okay to expand out of what you’re known for because you can be defined more that just someone that writes for a specific fandom.

So, my advice to anyone who is new to Tumblr/AO3 going into 2024 and to those who maybe have been members for a while:

Create art that makes you happy.

And:

Don’t be afraid to be yourself.

Have a Happy and Safe Holiday Season (Whether you celebrate Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, or an entirely different celebration!!!) and I hope you all have an awesome New Year!!!

With Love,

ThatGreyJedi

[pigeonxp]

I jjust saw a post of a former big buddie blog who turned pro BT, but now turned back to buddie 🙄 and they're all "oh it's so embarrassing to see notifs from people reblogging my pro bt posts haha oops"

And that just pisses me off. These people wrote pro BT posts about buck dating a known racist misogynist obviously plot device character, they didn't gaf about ditching eddie or buddie, they used their popularity to spread BT fanon to a wide audience and maybe even mocked and vilified buddie fandom, they probably also wrote popular pro BT fic

And now they can just be like "teehee i changed my mind that's all in the past now" and come back to buddie fandom like nothing happened???

Pisses me off. I hope some people have kept a list of buddies turned bts and don't refollow or interact with them. They can go make their own fandom, where eddie is just buck's LI who's apparently interchangeable with any dude who kisses buck 😑🙄

no fr i also be getting so upset when my fav buddie fic writers write a bunch of bt fics and switch it up back to buddie eventually like 😐 and like im not gonna lie and say i dont care that ppl r switching up and jumping ship after being die hard buddies (bc i do think its fucking weird!!!) but it wouldnt bother me as much if the majority of the ppl who switched to bt werent actively hostile to the buddie community yk? like thats so weird to me bc u literally used to be one of us and now ur calling us delusional?? idk its just weird weird behavior.

[thewritingginger]

;) Alphabet - Ares pt. 2

Some steamy Ares HCs to start off your week :3

Fandom: Blood of Zeus Letters: G, M, N, R, Z Warnings: 18+ Talks of sex

Enjoy ~

[Part 1]

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

I think Ares can be a bit playful

Not every intimate moment has to be super serious, it just depends on the day 

His playfulness definitely comes out as teasing which may lead to edging and taunting and making you beg oops

But he can be very serious when he’s making love—deep kisses, gentle caresses, slow-deep pumps, whispering sweet nothings in your ear etc.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Be a brat &/or fight back at him 

Boy is the God of War and he gets revved up when you get feisty 

OR if he sees you go off on someone / stand up for yourself—he thinks that shit is hot

 If you’re training/working out with him, he doesn’t wait till you’ve cleaned up to get down with you, he likes it when you’re sweaty and your blood is already pumping

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sharing

You are is and his only 

He may say he’ll “pass you around” or “throw you away for someone else to use you” to degrade you in the moment but he doesn’t mean it literally—bb boi is v possessive of his partner

Same goes for ppl actually seeing you having sex, you’re for his eyes only

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Yes

Ares strikes me as a guy that enjoys a bit of danger 

Restraining/suspension, impact play (whips, paddles, crops, etc.)—this applies to his partner doing this to him as well 😏

He doesn’t mind getting down with his partner in public/semi-public places but not if you’re in a position that ppl can see you (as stated above) but the idea of getting caught/ being heard is kinda hot to him and another way he may tease/degrade you

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I think Ares has pretty good stamina but once it’s completely spent he’ll pass out not too long after 

He’ll make sure you’re comfortable but he can be like a log after a good night of fucking oops

He likes it when you’re on him or he’ll spoon you in his big body

I hope you enjoyed that

Interaction & Feedback is always appreciated!

💛 ~

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[eddiediazismyhusband]

Hi! A bit of a weird ask here, hope you don't mind. (I swear it's not meant in bad faith)

So, I'm new to the fandom. I'd wanted to watch the show for a while and I finally found time. I did like it, and all the characters, esp Hen and Buck.

Even previous to watching it, I had seen many posts about Buddie. I didn't think much of it until I watched the show. And now I can say... I don't see it. Like, from Buck's side? Sure. But from Eddie's? Not so much.

They both clearly act like Christopher's co-parents a lot, and that's where I'm like "oh, maybe there IS something". But outside of that, I actually see their interactions as mostly platonic. And when I see people talk about it, I see mostly about how Eddie completely trusts Buck with his son (which I agree with and makes a good point), but not much else.

So, what am I missing? Sometimes some characters are harder for me to "read", so I know there could be stuff that I'm missing. What interactions do you see from them that are so clearly romantic (at least more so than they are platonic)? In which ways do you see Eddie showing feelings for Buck?

Sorry about such a long ask. This might be more of a rant (oops). I just really want to understand, bc everyone's so sure... and I'm not. (Also, thanks for reading if you got this far)

So i’m obviously not going to tell you thst your interpretation is wrong- art is subjective and your interpretation of things is completely valid.

that being said, to me i see myself in eddie in a lot of ways:

- only son in the family, so i had unrealistic expectations fixed on me about what my life as a “man” should look like (im not a man, im nonbinary but i was still amab so to my parents i’ve always been a ‘man’)

- raised in a very religious household where there were certain expectations on who i would one day marry and have a family with (because not getting married at all and never having kids was out of the question)

- i was repressed for years emotionally (and sexually) due to pressure from my parents/church and thought there was something “wrong” with me for the feelings i felt

- i often revert to anger as my default defense mechanism because i have repressed my emotions for so long (which is something i am working through in therapy)

so seeing those things i relate to reflected in eddie, it is easy for me to pick up on subtext (whether intentional or not) when it comes to his sexuality/feelings for Buck.

you mentioned eddie trusting buck with christopher— to me this is one of the clearest examples of eddie’s true feelings for buck because he completely trusts the most precious thing in his life with Buck, but he has never even come close to that same kind of trust with any of his romantic partners… even shannon he was apprehensive about letting her back into chris’s life. this means he trusts buck on a level he has never trusted anyone else before— and not to get into psychology, but often when people are repressed emotionally, they find ways to feed those feelings without overtly feeding them if that makes sense. so eddie giving chris (who is practically his whole heart) to buck is essentially eddie offering up his heart on a platter.

so that gets that one out of the way.

as for other examples… i am going to state again that eddie is more repressed than buck and doesn’t show emotion as easily as buck does so Buck’s attraction/feelings are going to be more clear-cut and obvious.

but i am constantly seeing examples of eddie’s feelings for buck interwoven subtly through things:

- crying over buck after the lightning strike when we had only ever seen him cry twice before

- the hurt in his face when buck said natalia was the only person who “saw” him

- the way that he gets overly jealous and acts petty around buck’s romantic partners (the most egregious being Taylor, but we have seen it happen in his other relationships as well)

- the fact that he has never been able to fully allow himself to have feelings for the women he’s dated

- he is looking for a mother figure (second parental unit for chris) but has already effectively filled that role with buck

- he is constantly looking at buck like he hung the stars and the sun and the moon

- he has only started going off the deep end of this fixation with shannon after buck came out to him, and he is onyl actively remembering their relationship as what he wished it had been rather than what it was— something i used to do back when i was still in denial about my sexuality was imagining this dream life where i was happily married to a woman because that is what i was supposed to want, not because it’s what i actually wanted

- eddie is the only one who has shown he understands buck’s recklessness is less him being reckless/thinking he’s unbreakable, but that it’s actually buck seeing himself as invaluable enough that getting hurt wouldn’t affect anyone around him

- one of my favorite scenes is post lightning-strike when eddie climbed the ladder and instead of trying to lower buck to the ground immediately, he initially tries to pull buck closer to him while screaming for him

the list could go on and on and if anyone else wants to leave their observations on eddie’s feelings for buck in the replies by all means please do! but these are just a few ways in which i have personally seen eddie’s devotion to buck portrayed in a light that is much deeper than a platonic level.

i hope this made sense and offers a new perspective for you, and i’m glad that even though you haven’t seen enough evidence in your own interpretation, your first instinct isn’t to jump down people’s throats to tell them they are wrong, but instead reaching out and asking for other opinions to better contextualize why us buddie shippers are so invested in these two!

(and never apologize for a long ask to me… if there’s one thing about me i love to yap lmao)

i hope you have a lovely day, anon!! 💕💕

[darkhymns-fic]

Can I get a tiny umbrella to go with that?

So, a Princess of Hell walks into a bar…and the bartender isn't prepared for what she's asking. Luckily, Husk is a softie at heart.

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Characters: Husk, Charlie Morningstar, Alastor Rating: T Word Count: 4342 Mirror: AO3 Notes: This is a nicer HH fic for once! Wanted to write both mine and @ms-notebook's favorite characters interacting. (There's also lovely art by her for this story!) Please forgive me for the dumb humor in this.

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Husk heard the princess slump against the bar counter behind him. A small groan, followed by a thud. Then, followed by a plaintive “Oww…”

He sighed, turning around from setting up the shelves with new stock. “Tripped?”

Charlie had a hand pressed against her forehead, a little pout forming on her face. “No…I just wanted to lay my head down here.”

“Yeah, well, don’t exactly got pillows.” Husk gestured to the lobby. “The couch is right there if you want to relax.”

But he already guessed that was not what she came for. Still, he wasn’t going to pry unless she opened herself up. And he knew behind that usual bright, and sometimes manic smile of hers, there was a lot weighing on the girl’s mind.

Charlie took a deep breath, finally ignoring the little bump on her scalp. “Um, actually I wanted a different way to relax… You know?”

Husk raised a large eyebrow. “Do I know?”

“Y-yeah! Of course you do! Oops, sorry… I shouldn’t just assume.” Charlie brushed away a lock of her hair. She shifted nervously on the bar stool, her other hand tapping away the counter. “You just usually seem to know things…”

Yeah, he did. And he had a pretty good suspicion right now. “You here for a drink?”

Charlie looked left and right, now using her hands to twiddle her thumbs. Then, she nodded vigorously.

“Heh. Does Vaggie know you’re ‘partaking’ in some sin?”

“I mean! I just want a little sip! Or… unless you think I shouldn’t.” Charlie gave a small whine, hanging her head. “It’s just been so stressful lately with the Extermination being pushed up and we still haven’t gotten any new guests since Sir Pentious…”

Probably because they had Mr. Smiles as their marketing manager and a drunk manning the front desk/bar, but Husk wasn’t really about to point that out now.

“Hey, kid. No worries. I’ll fix you up something real nice then.” He leaned towards her, wings tucked in, feeling more awake than usual. “So, what do ya want? This your first drink?”

Charlie giggled nervously. “Ah, I’ve had champagne at this fancy dinner once… Like half a glass.”

Husk smirked. “So, you’re saying we should start you off strong. Got a couple of shots of vodka here in the back if you’re daring.”

Charlie’s eyes brightened in wonder. “Vodka… I always was curious…” Then shook her head. “Um, maybe not yet! It might be too strong for me…”

At that, Husk had to laugh a bit. His shoulders shook slightly, half-covering his mouth with his hand. “I was mostly joking. Look, we can start off small. You seem like you’d be into cocktails, so I can fix you up a dry martini, tequila sunrise, whatever sounds nice to you.”

Somehow, just listing off basic drink names was enough to get the princess’ face glowing, like she was a kid in a candy store. It was almost adorable, the way her already-blushed cheeks seemed to blush even more. “Tequila sunrise…that sounds so beautiful! You can make that?”

“Been making it for years. Known plenty of ladies who were into those. Though…” He tapped a finger against his chin, giving her another smile. “If I made you a piña colada instead, I can give it to you with a special garnish.” A pause, seeing Charlie wonder just what he meant before he finally said, “A tiny umbrella.”

Charlie stared open-mouthed. “No one ever told me drinks had tiny umbrellas in them!” She brought her hands to her face, awed by this knowledge. “That’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Husk literally could not remember the last time someone got this excited over him making them a drink. (Well, maybe except Mimzy, and those weren’t pleasant memories). But Charlie’s excitement was infectious, and Husk had gotten a little soft for the princess. Even if he thought her redemption ideas were half-baked at best.

“You never knew what you were missing, huh?” he teased. “Just sit tight and I can whip you something up here—”

“Oh wait, I forgot!” Charlie straightened, hands pressed flat on the counter. “Alastor recommended me to get a certain drink from you!”

And suddenly, all the good mood in Husk’s heart went sinking right into the damn floor. Oh. So that’s why she was here.

“…The boss?” Husk blinked. “Recommended?”

Charlie nodded, still beaming her innocent smile. “I told him I’d been feeling a bit stressed lately and… that’s when he mentioned you! And your bar! And your special drink!”

Husk didn’t have a ‘special drink,’ unless one counted the cheap booze he kept underneath the counter for his own imbibing, but he didn’t deny it just yet.

“What did he say exactly?” Husk asked, trying to keep his tone normal. Maybe his boss was just actually being considerate of Charlie. For once. It’s not like Alastor didn’t come by and ask for a few fingers of rye on the rocks himself. And he and Charlie were basically business partners, in a sense.

Charlie clasped her hands together, smiling at Husk as if she was being the most perfect student, all attentive and eager. “Well, he said… Oh, actually he even instructed me on how I should say it! Since it’s a secret menu item and all!”

This was the first he ever heard of any secret menu item. Husk was waiting for the moment all hell would break loose, but he played along. “Okay, uh… go ahead?”

The princess’ expression then turned all serious. She cleared her throat, clenched one hand, and then slammed it on the bar counter. Or, at least her version of slamming a fist. The force of it was barely able to rattle one of the whiskey glasses that Husk was still in the middle of cleaning.

“Husk,” she started, her tone low, her eyes narrowed. “Give me your tallest glass of milk.”

He had to take a moment to be sure he heard that right. Charlie still gave her hard-set stare, which wavered to softness by each passing second.

Yeah, okay, she did just say that.

“…Are you asking me for regular milk?” He paused. “Or like a milk brandy?” There was no way she even knew what that was.

Charlie blinked. She shook the hand that she had slammed with, waving away the aches she must have given herself. “Uh, Alastor didn’t mention? He just said you had some very special milk! And that I should go and try it! Because I also like milk!”

“Special milk? The fuck did he—” Husk blinked. Then, he realized.

Then, he winced. Oh, that disgusting bastard.

Charlie was still in the dark and just kept talking, oblivious to the implications. “Alastor was really raving about your milk, too! How it’s the best out there, but that it’s rare to get? And that you only serve it when you’re in a good mood! He told me that even he can barely get it that much from you himself—”  

Husk pressed a hand to his face. He wanted to be buried alive, right now. “Charlie, please stop talking.”

“Oh.” Charlie hunched a little, noticing now the changed atmosphere in the room. “Did…did I say something wrong?”

That was such a loaded question but Husk didn’t have the energy to explain it all, nor did he think explaining would do any good except make Charlie give out a string of apologies that he would barely be able to handle. So instead, he gave another deep sigh and placed a hand on the princess’ shoulder.

“Here, just a piece of advice. If Alastor seems too excited about something, I’d take it with a big fuckton grain of salt. The guy does stuff for shits and giggles and you’re prime entertainment for that.”

Charlie’s eyes lowered, her perky energy from before looking all sapped away. “Oh, so he was just playing a prank on me…” She then looked to Husk again, with what little hope she had left. “You don’t have any milk at all?”

Husk really wished he could fucking kill Alastor this very second. Or at least kick him in the teeth if doing so wasn’t going to get his stomach sliced open for the Radio Demon’s buffet.

“I don’t got milk, kid,” he finalized with a pat on her shoulder. Then he looked to the side, muttering to himself. “At least, not as much anymore.”

“Huh?”

It almost physically hurt hearing his own slip-up coupled with Charlie’s curiosity. God dammit, this whole stupid thing from Alastor was now messing with his head! Husk stepped back. “Just— Don’t worry about it.” 

Ugh. He was already exhausted. It didn’t even make any sense to Husk. This wasn’t his boss’ usual style of humor. Did he pick it up from Angel? But he also remembered how Alastor didn’t even like Angel that much anyway, so that wasn’t it. Whatever. This wasn’t a mystery he needed to solve and didn’t fucking want to anyway.

By now though, Charlie looked deeply sadder than before—and also guilty. She knew she had made the air between them awkward, even as Husk tried to get past it. It's not like it was her fault that she was as naive as they come.

“Look, let me just make you something. Still want the umbrellas?”

But Charlie no longer looked as enthused, and shook her head. “Maybe…maybe another time. I should probably get back to work. I forgot, I have to set up the Pilates schedule for everyone! All, um, two of them..”

Ah, man. Husk mentally kicked himself for getting so worked up before. “Hey, Charlie, it’s–”

“No, no, don’t worry! I shouldn’t have bothered you while you were working anyway. I’ll just get out of your way!” And with that, she quickly got up from the stool, put on her great smile that was stretched just a little too wide, and looked a little too tight.

She wasn't as good at hiding things like his boss was, but he could see the similarities.

“I’ll see ya later okay bye!!” And then she hoofed it out of there, even before Husk could say another word. 

He leaned on the bar counter, chin placed in his hand and sighed. So much for always bitching to the bartender. Because Charlie just took up all her hurt and swallowed it away instead.

--

“Alright, everyone! Great job today!” Charlie gave a double-thumbs up, panting heavily as she wound down from the routine–and kept doing so, still wearing her long-sleeved coat and pants while doing stretches and jumping jacks just a few minutes ago. “We’ll pick it back up tomorrow with some pictionary later, alright? Oh, and, uh, sorry about before, Sir Pentious.”

He didn’t really hear her, because he was too busy crying into Vaggie’s shoulder, who had resigned to carrying him to his room. She struggled a bit, occasionally tripping over his long tail/body that kept wriggling in her hold.

Angel, meanwhile, was wiping away some yellow goop off his boots as he followed them out. “Ugh, I told him to not let his little Egg Boiz get near me! I can’t really pay attention to stuff when I’m in the zone!”

Eventually, all left the hotel lobby, leaving Charlie by her lonesome. She finally put down that smile of hers, and sighed, letting herself fall against the couch cushions.

She must have been really out of it, to not notice he was still around.

A quick tap on her left shoulder, and Charlie turned to her left, seeing no one there. Then a quick tap on her right shoulder, and she turned to her right, again seeing no one there. “Huh? Whuh?”

Husk was right in front of her, giving a small wave. “Hey.”

“WHOA WHAT THE HELL?!”

The yell was unexpected, making Husk lower his ears. The girl really did have a pair of lungs on her.

“Ah! Sorry, sorry! I, uh, just didn’t see you there!”

“I mean, I’ve been standing here for like ten minutes,” Husk explained, feeling awkward as he stood plainly right in the middle of the room, wings half-extended. “Watched the whole pilates exercise. And the death of Egg Boi number… four? Two?” He shrugged.

“Oh, right… I’m sorry, again. It’s just I’ve been… um…”

Trying to avoid him, he suspected. He could already see the guilt come back to her face, her fidgety hands playing in her lap, the flush of shame on her cheeks. The tension between them was already back.

Well, looks like he’d have to make the first move.

Husk then stepped over to the couch, sitting right next to Charlie, his wings folded in to avoid them bumping into her. He placed a hand into his pocket. “Hey Charlie,” he started to ask, eyes shifting to her. “You like magic tricks?”

Immediately, that got her.

Husk had never actually seen anyone vibrate from excitement before, but he swore he could feel it through the couch they both shared. Charlie had turned to him, eyes shining in wonder, her body thrumming like some sort of machinery. She was no longer just a kid at a candy store, she was a kid that got brought to the circus for the very first time.

“You mean the magic they do on Earth that looks like real magic but isn’t actually at all?! I love those!” Charlie had her feet tapping in excitement. “I didn’t know you did that type of magic!”

“Heh… yeah, it was a thing of mine back in the day.” Before all the real magic came into his afterlife, but he can’t help but love the classics. After a quick shuffling of his deck, he then held out several cards in his hand, their black foil surfaces gleaming in the lobby’s lamplight. “Pick a card. Any card.”

“Ooo, I know this one!” Charlie kept bouncing in her seat as she quickly picked the left-most card. “And then I memorize it, right? Oh, and I can’t tell you!”

Husk nodded. “Yep, you already know the rules. Now you know what happens next?”

Charlie, grasping the card in both hands, looked at Husk with that same wonder. Stars were literally in her eyes, making Husk blink at the brightness. “I give it back to you?”

Husk shook his head. He then took off his hat, revealing a bit of fur tuft that he never bothered to comb back anymore, and held the open end of it to Charlie. “Put the card in here.”

Charlie blinked, then blinked again. Then she vibrated again. “This is different!!”

“The key to magic is to keep them guessing,” Husk said with a proud smile. “Or would you rather hold onto that card as a keepsake?”

“Ah, no I want to see the trick!” Charlie then quickly deposited the card into the black abyss of the hat’s opening. It was so dark inside that no light seemed to be able to penetrate it.

Husk then lifted the hat to eye level, turning it over a few times for Charlie. Then he reached in and pulled it inside out. There was felt and lint, but no card to be found. “Nothing to see here.”

Charlie gasped loudly. “Where did it go?” Then, a haunted look in her eyes. “Wait, does this mean I lost your card? Oh no… I didn’t mean to…”

“Huh? No, this is fine!” Husk quickly answered her, already seeing the guilt come back again. Damn, she was the kind of girl to get weepy over stepping on a blade of grass too hard. He’d have to be careful. “This is how it goes. Relax, kid. We’re still not done with the trick.” 

“Oh, okay!” Charlie smiled brightly again, then clapped her hands. “This is so exciting!”

Husk couldn’t remember the last time he had a great audience like Charlie. It kinda made his chest feel warm at the thought. Clearing his throat, he pushed back the inside of the hat so that it was normal again. Then held it out to her. “Now go and get your card back.”

She blinked, looking at the hat, then pointed to herself. “But, I don’t see it in there?”

“Just humor an old man, why don’t ya?” Husk said, making sure his tone was as easy as they come.

Charlie only hesitated a second before putting her hand inside the hat. Husk had to do all he could to suppress the grin he was feeling at the edges of his mouth.

Because then he saw the look on Charlie, saw her mouth gape open as she pulled in her arm, and was now holding a certain cocktail drink in her hand, in a tall highball glass with orange and red colors, complete with a matching orange slice and–

“Oh my gosh there's even a little umbrella!! ” She gasped, looking at the drink even more. “How was it even in there!? You were moving your hat around and, and, oh wow is that fruit? I love fruit!”

“Yeah, figured you had a sweet tooth.” Husk chuckled, plopping the hat right back on his head. “Now, if you want something with a bit more kick to it, you can try the sunset version, but I think tequila sunrise suits you more.” 

The cocktail was one of the easiest he could make. It only took him a few minutes to make, and the presentation was worth the effort, giving a simple drink that little flair that Husk used to enjoy more before he became a certain Overlord’s minion.

Charlie kept looking at it like it was a piece of art, admiring the colors and poking at the umbrella that stuck to the orange slice, and had a pierced cherry right in the middle. “Can I, um, eat this? Or is that frowned upon?”

Husk snickered a bit. This princess was good to have around. “You can eat the cherry. The orange slice is for flavor, but if you wanna gobble that up too, feel free. I don’t suggest eating the umbrella unless you have a specific taste for it.”

With a happy squeal, Charlie picked up the umbrella to gulp the cherry. She was kicking her feet in excitement, once again looking to the drink, then back to Husk. Then back to the drink.

“Charlie, if you think you need my permission to take a sip, you don’t.” Still, he gestured to her with a furry hand, and that was apparently the last barrier for the princess to get through.

“Okay, well… bottoms up!” She took a sip–a big one, which maybe Husk should have warned her about. Because right after, Charlie coughed, the ice clinking together with her motion.

“Whoa, slow down,” Husk said. His wing had instinctively moved, the tip placed against her back as he helped her clear her throat. “Unless you’re having shots, drinking doesn’t have to be a race.”

Charlie straightened then, blinked at Husk. What followed was a wide grin, coupled with starry eyes that were even more radiant than before. “It’s…good! I mean, it’s a little burney in my throat, but I can deal with that. It’s really good!” She took another sip, only coughing a little bit this time. 

Damn, at this rate, he wondered if she’d get tipsy already. But nah, surely the Princess of Hell could handle it, even if she never drank before. It was in her makeup, wasn’t it?

But before she had her third sip, she stopped just in mid-tip to her mouth. She then lowered the glass, her brow furrowing.

Husk would have been lying to himself if he said he wasn’t worried. “What’s wrong? Something about it not agreeing with you?” He’d known people who got tired of a drink just a few sips in.

“Hm? Oh no! It’s great! But I’m just remembering the card… Where did it go? I saw it go in your hat…”

Ah. Charlie didn’t like leaving loose ends, he noticed.

Husk held out one finger, then pointed at the umbrella held between her fingers. “May I have that?”

“Uh, okay.” She did so, laying it gently in his palm. The little pink and violet colors that made up its tiny canopy was bright against his fur.

He then rolled the umbrella to hold between his claws by its wooden stem. Then, he closed the umbrella so it was thin, balancing it on his knuckles for a bit. Suddenly, with a flourish that was hard for the eye to catch, he was now holding the missing card in his hand. “Two of hearts, right, princess?”

If Charlie was already drunk by this point, maybe it would have explained a few things. How she gasped loudly, eyes getting so wide that he wondered just how she was able to do so without transforming into some demonic entity. “That’s amazing! It was the little umbrella this whole time!?” 

Or, maybe that was just how Charlie was. He flipped around the card in his hands once more before it vanished into thin air. “Can’t tell you all my secrets. Now come on, you still got a lot to chug down.”

Charlie, with a little giggle, went back to nursing her drink, now taking her time to enjoy it. Husk relaxed then. Maybe after this, he could have her try another mix, if she’d be up to it.

--

It really shouldn’t have been a surprise to Husk that Charlie would be a lightweight when it came to alcohol.

The fact that after her fourth sip and numerous giggles, she then promptly fell asleep on his shoulder, snoring loudly, was a bit of a dead giveaway.

Husk had to, carefully, take the half-empty glass from her hands in case she spilled it. Seriously, four sips? And then lights out just like that?

Occasionally, she giggled in her sleep, rubbing her face into his body with no shame. “Hehe, this pillow is furry…”

“...Kid, you’re lucky you’re cute,” Husk muttered. It wasn’t the first time he’d have a drunk fall asleep on him (or get angry with him, or flirt with him. There were many kinds of drunks in Hell), but he’d fight back or throw off the drunk for invading his personal space.

He could let it slide for Charlie.

But when a familiar shadow slid over them, he felt his fur stand on end. The result had Charlie giggling more, saying something about being ticklish.

“Well, Husker! Truly a compromising position I find you in.”

Husk rolled his eyes. In reflex, he started drinking Charlie’s cocktail for the familiar, pleasant buzz. It was the only way to deal with the constant buzzing that was Alastor’s voice. “I’m on break, so don’t get all uptight.”

With both hands on the top of his mic cane, the demon raised an eyebrow as looked over at Husk and Charlie. He then leaned forward, eyeing Husk in particular as Charlie snored open-mouthed, and a bit loudly.

“Now, my good man, I hope you’re not doing anything untoward to her. It certainly wouldn’t do any good for this hotel’s reputation.”

Husk could physically feel a vein pop in his forehead, as well as a growl leaving his throat.

“I’m gonna rip that mouth of yours if you don’t quit it with these stupid fucking jokes.”

“Jokes? I’m simply voicing a concern.”

“Bull shit. You just–” Husk tried to stand, then felt Charlie’s weight, which kept him locked in place. “Ah, fuck.” He didn’t want her to wake up to an argument.

Alastor placed a hand on his chin, his textured chuckles sounding even more obnoxious than before. “Are you now the princess’ pet as well?”

Husk made sure to keep his voice low, but he put all the annoyance right into his inflections. “I’m no one’s pet. And you know this isn’t actually anything. First you tell Charlie some weird fucking joke because you knew it would piss me off and now you try to make it sound like I’m being a creep. What is your damn problem? You’re the one that forced me to work at this hotel in the first place. Worried I’ll make friends here or something?”

And with that, he realized it. It was quick, but the twitch in Alastor’s right eye and the sharp little static that fizzed, Husk had been able to learn his boss’ tells.

Maybe Alastor just hadn’t expected Husk to change his ways.

But the Radio Demon simply shrugged, turning away as if he was suddenly bored with the situation. “I was brought here to keep an eye on the hotel, and all of its residents. I only want to make sure everything is in working order. Also,” he turned his neck completely around, the crack making Husk wince. Ugh. He always did that to weird him out. “I just like to have a bit of fun once in a while.”

His boss’ exits were the same as his entrances–quick and full of shadows, but this time leaving the lights in the lobby brighter than before. Husk sighed once he saw Alastor was gone. He didn’t know if that was another weird temper thing with his boss, another prank of his, or what. 

Charlie started to murmur in his sleep, sounding a little upset. “It’s dark…”

“Hey, it’s alright.” Husk wrapped his wing around her like a blanket, and Charlie instantly snuggled into it. She breathed more evenly, and the lines on her face were gone. “No more nightmares, ok?”

Huh, he wasn’t sure when he became a softie, but the princess did say how she wanted to redeem everyone…

Husk looked at the tequila sunrise in his hand, the ice mostly melted, the orange slice nearly slipping off the rim. Huh, what a weird hotel, he thought, before taking another sip. He’d stay here for as long as Charlie needed. He could use the rest, too.

“Sleep tight, princess,” he said, watching as she gently curled more into his wing to keep warm.

[karuframe]

Hi hello how are you just found you o ao3 and then realise youre here on tumblrdotcom and THEN i see we both have quincy/arthur brainrot good good good

HAVE YOU SEEN THE LATEST KIM REVEALS ABOUT HOW QUINCY FOLLOWED ARTHUR FROM THE ARMY TO ICR AND THEN INTO FRAMES ALL CUZ ARTHUR SAVED HIS ASS AND NOW "i owe him forever" THE COMPLEXITIES OF THESE TWO, MAN, LIKE ARTHUR WHO WONT SPEAK OF HIS OWN ISH AND QUINCY WHOS LIKE WHAT ISH I AINT GOT ISH YOU THE ISH FAM

AHEM I MEAN IM NORMAL ABOUT THIS

(Also going anon cuz slightly shy about how unhinged this ask became ajdjkd anyways thank you for the quincy love <3)

haha definitely don't be shy about this ask, I love your energy! My brainworms regarding the Hex change all the time, it's insane how much joy and inspiration I can draw out of those little words appearing on my screen every 24 hours (on top of me actively seeking out other people's chats oops). They give us so much little side food that almost every shipper has something and I LOVE that. Eleanor/Aoi, Quincy/Amir, Lettie/Aoi, Amir/Aoi, Quincy/Arthur are the ones I so far saw some canonical interactions about and they are all so good!! I so so wish I got to draw an official comic about their beginnings rather than a random mission 😭or that I knew all this (with references too) before I got to work on the comic, I feel like I could have done so much better even with the limitations of what I was allowed to do. little background moments, different gazes, different poses...But that's okay, because I still have art and can always portray these little moments for the community ♥ As for Arthur/Quincy it at first started quite visual, them both being rugged hunks that have issues with each other (one mouthy about it, one not very aware there's issues about it cause his headspace is elsewhere lol) but there were few reveals later down the line that solidified this choice into more than just visuals and it makes me so happy I get to explore more of them! I'd love them to be right-hand men for each other at the end of their character growth (in canon) and teammates with benefits in fanon of course 🫡 Also while Quincy used to be my favorite little guy, Arthur grew on me so quick, I'm now using any little portion of time i have (while not drawing or playing games or touching grass with family) to write pwp arthur-centric smut with the hex, viktor and mostly quincy/arthur 😭i'm here to provide good art and writing cringe but boi am I free while doing it!! (also if you care, I want to stream the "true ending" for the Hex some day soon+play some more of it, and I like talking ships and other fandom stuff in every game I stream on twitch (/tbgkaru) as I don't often encounter people like that and wanted to share that space with my fandom brethren. so if you'd like to hang out and talk some more, here is always good, but we can also goof on stream :) )

[queenimmadolla]

Ok not to kick this up again, but a few of the people that rbed your post/ask answer about how it’s not just about the art/fics white people create, but also poc artists need to step up and draw poc people, are white people/white artists and i really can’t help but feel some type of way about it. Esp bc they didn’t like or rb your other posts speaking up about racism FROM white creators in this fandom AND some had also recently supported a friend of theirs that had attacked a poc person after they pointed out how white centric this fandom is. This is the type of coded behavior in this fandom that makes me so uncomfortable. I see what people support and don’t support. Like ma’am you won’t rb posts about racism and inclusion that’s addressing the white people like yourself but you’ll rb a post saying poc people in this fandom need to do better to make it inclusive? I see you. And this isn’t at ALL about what you said, I understand your point entirely, it’s about THEM and how they move.

What you said does have validity to it and I think itss something that should be addressed, though I am gonna hit more on things I’ve noticed, because there’s a lot that goes on behind the scenes. As in interactions with my account people think I don’t see because they try to undo it quickly or hope I don’t notice.

Also, if you’re referring to the stuff that happened the week before last, it was amongst two POCs. Both are people of color which is why I stressed in my previous heavy hitter that we have to try understanding each others’—once again talking about within the POC demographic—viewpoints and where we’re coming from because it was a misunderstanding that seemed to spiral. Most of it occurred when I was not active on tumblr, so I can’t say much about it, but I do think that needs to be cleared up, because it wasn’t a white creator attacking a POC person. Misunderstanding. I’m not ignorant enough to say all POCs get along in the world, but people seemed to think it was a white person vs POC and that’s not the case. Onto the rest of it:

I noticed a couple people liking and then unliking my posts about the racial issues, though my last post received more engagement. I’m happy my point was made, because it is a serious issue within the POC community but so is the blatant racism and ignorance (as in actively ignoring it) when I talk about white creators purposely excluding people of color, and this is obviously not just amongst POCs.

It didn’t get a lot of reblogs or traction, but it got more than those other posts (this one will also follow in the lack of interaction), and POC readers see that. We see everyone agreeing with that point, being like YES!! POCs need to be more involved if they want representation, preach!! and then we see even more people being like OOP, she’s talking about white creators needing to not exclude people of color? Let me pretend I didn’t see it, scrolllll. Or even unfollow (which yes, I notice)💀

if you can reblog me saying not to hate on artists for drawing themselves in their fanart as the race they are, then you can easily reblog me telling white creators not to intentionally leave POC out of something that is meant to be a Reader (as in ANYONE reading it, including people of color) insert. same applies to other white creators who speak up about it, I notice their other posts get interacted with a lot more than the one in which they speak about the issue. and clearly, I’m not the only one who notices. it’s telling.

I’m not implicating everyone who reblogged that post, I’m aware some of you didn’t even follow me until then and some of you did reblog my other posts and some of you simply agreed with my point right then (I’m talking to the POCs specifically with that last post—that wasn’t a Dear White People post, it was to other POCs, but again, that got more interaction than anytime I address white creators—and yes, I am aware it’s not all of you—which shouldn’t be the case given how the majority of the fandom is white).

if this post makes you feel guilty, makes you wanna scroll past it and not think about how you wanna stay mum on the subject, you may want to think about why and how privileged you are to even be able to do so in the first place. we should all feel welcome here and there’s always a chance to right our wrongs (or in this case write our wrongs, heh :D ) 🩵

your POC friends and followers see you. they know what you’re doing. they do talk about it amongst each other, where they feel safe. don’t exclude them and let them down. make them feel safe with you. let them know they are. we don’t expect you to write black!reader, or Latinx!Reader, etc. because you’re not part of our groups so you can’t accurately depict us. we just want to read about reader. and not how they can’t step outside without getting a sunburn or tanning their pale skin. if you don’t wanna reblog my long ass posts then do something else. a simple “hey POC followers, you’re safe here” is a good start.

if for some reason, we’re not safe on your blog so you can’t say it, that’s uh, that’s real unfortunate. but also, maybe let everyone know that.

And to my friends who make sure their work is inclusive, KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK MY BELOVED FRIENDS, thanks for letting me and a ton of other people who are scared and scarred from previous interactions over the years see ourselves in your fics 🥹❤️‍🔥

[bloggingboutburgers]

In my experience the people who tag the romantic stuff and are really accommodating for romance-repulsion have been other sex-repulsed aces (one gave me a personal blacklist tag and the other tags "ship" for every ship so I don't have to block them all and reach the limit for filtered tags yet again). But even some fellow aspecs make it hard to avoid the romance and sex discussions. There's been so many people I've followed for fandom and then been repulsed and some of them are mutuals and I have to spend ages contemplating unfollowing because I feel like I'm betraying them if we've interacted.

Sorry for venting so much. I'm glad that I get to feel seen here. I'm glad you're making me feel seen, but I wish we didn't have to have these experiences of fandom being so unaccommodating. I hope things get better. I was trying to share a positive experience to give some hope then it got a bit sad, oops

You're all good, to be honest right now I think I prefer a "no but look how good people can be to us... until they inevitably ain't" to a "no but look how good people can be to us" just left at that. Looking at things for what they really are is doing me good. You're valid for being sad. This shit IS sad.

[hymenoptera07]

[first and foremost, i will not be answering/reblogging any donation posts/asks. i cannot mentally handle that kind of stuff. don't like it? then feel free to leave, i don't really care what you think about it]

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-> hi hello, im cyrus, but i also have a slowly growing list of other names, including pebbles, wasp, tera, and joltik. this list is subject to change lmao (also would be appreciated if you use these names interchangeably i really like that :3) OH YEAH. im dragonkin too teehee

fun fact. median system, but i dont talk abt that a whole ton on here, feel free to ask about it though i can't promise i'll have an answer </3

-> pronouns are he/it/they mainly, but i also use neos, (xe/buzz/zip/star)

-> im chronically ill and my energy and activity levels fluctuate a lot, if you send me an ask or tag me in a post and i take a while to get to it, that's probably why lol

-> i have a LOT of fandoms im in, but some i should probably mention are epic the musical, rain world, in stars and time, and ultrakill. i also play roblox too i guess. i also definitely have a bunch more fandoms im in, feel free to ask if i like a certain thing idm.

^ ALSO. i love arthropods, amphibians, and reptiles a LOT. if you find a post you think i'd like feel free to tag me. or even just send me pics of bugs n stuff in asks it makes me so happy (ESPECIALLY IF THEYRE HYMENOPTERANS. hence the username LMAO)

-> feel free to send me asks, especially for ask games and if you're a mutual. i like interacting w people even if i kinda suck with responses sometimes </3 sorrgy

(extra thing here. sometimes i get anxious abt accidentally making someone uncomfortable with posts. mutuals, PLEASE feel free to send an ask or dm or anything like that if you want to ask me to tag something for you, i am a chronic forgetter)

note: a lot of this is subject to change i am the most autistic guy ever (/j) and my interests n stuff change a lot. oops i think /silly

-> oh yeah. i do not have an actual dni i just kinda block people i dont like. but ily endos and contradictory labels you're welcome here <3

ANYWAYS this post is long enough ill stop yapping. goot bye /silly

[phannieconfessions]

ive never seen a fandom so collectively wracked by guilt lmao. after i learned The Lore recently im truly shocked that they didn't quit or make a huge pivot in content. obviously amassing exuberant wealth is a great motivator but they both seem to have, to some extent, genuinely moved past what the 2010s was for them. especially considering quite a significant portion of their phanbase (sigh) is just barely placated from acting out their worst impulses. if it were me i would hate and resent my audience so deeply it would bleed through whatever interaction i have with them, and i think most of their fans (phans? what is happening to me) know that. that's why they (phannies) constantly check eachother on how they speak and are in a continual low level state of repentance (healing, claiming back what was taken, demon days, whatever). phan and their phannies it's like a salvaged abusive (parasocial) relationship. they're forever bonded one way or another. it's far more interesting than phan (pretty obvious what's going on guys you don't have to whip yourselves like puritans over it. the horseshoeing of homophobia) itself honestly. they're embarking on a tour that examines the past and evolving present of their relationship with their audience - which is dependent on their relationship with eachother - and how the output affects it in real time, emblematic of the post-comeback era, if not the entirety, of dnp? one of them was a kanye fan? you don't say....

ps. this isn't meant to be condescending (maybe it doesn't fit the criteria for confession either? oops). im the one who's too vain to post this on main it's not like im any better

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[whitefoxgirl]

🦊Culture Shock🐰 A Jungkook Series - Episode 5: Television/Shows (Ft. Yoongi) (+ mini scenario)

Summary: Jungkook starts a podcast with his best friend who is a foreigner to discuss different topics they were shocked culturally about.

Author's Note: Hello my beautiful readers! I GOT A JOB! WOOOOOO!!! I manifested this!

Author's Note PS: If you'd like to be tagged, interact with this. I am tagging people who reblog, but if you wish to be tagged comment or simply reblog and I will add you! If you see your name in red, I was unable to tag you for some reason, so for that I do apologize.

Pairing: Jungkook x BFF!Reader (not dating, just two best friends)

Fandom: BTS

Warnings: Mentions of sex, cringy, full of crack moments.

Genre: Fluff, crack.

Word Count: 5.3k

Taglist: @7ndipity; @yoongimentita7; @ancoraesisto; @lovemeforeternity; @hrtss4jk; @ellelabelle; @fullpaperperfection; @minpdrecs; @chaconnelatte; @myemmap; @4ev3rdarkarti5t; @hushbabesblog; @drop-dead-yulisa; @bubbletae-1e; @alylista; @jarenpolitovari

🡸 Previous episode

[PODCAST INTRO/THEME]

🦊: *bumps into the mic* Oop! *in between chuckles* Sorry guys!~

Jungkook: Get it together!

🦊: Oh my god~ HEY, King!

Jungkook: Hello peasant.

Yoongi: *snickers*

🦊: O- You know what? That's mean~

Jungkook: *trying not to laugh* Okay

🦊: He's just pouty because he lost in a 1-v-1 on Splatoon against me. Jungkook: It's a stupid game~ Why is it in third person?~ And, why can you see my snipper laser?

🦊: Just get over it!~

Jungkook: Okay!~ Fine! *long pause* For our listeners~

🦊: Exactly. For our listeners~

Jungkook: Before we begin, we do have a millennial in our sights.

🦊: *snickers*

Jungkook: *in between chuckles* This is our second guest! Min Yoongi!~

🦊: *claps their hands*

Yoongi: Hello everyone! I'm Suga from BTS.

Jungkook: Hyung, don't be so formal~ Our listeners don't care.

🦊: Legit, they like that we're relatable.

Yoongi: Okay, okay

🦊: Just like Suchwita.

Yoongi: Without the alcohol.

Jungkook: *gasps* Should we?!~

🦊: *gasps* Daehyun?

*long pause* *muffled voice*

🦊: *gasps* Okay! I'll get it! *in a distant voice* Whiskey?

Yoongi: Yes, please

Jungkook: Get us a beer, please!~

[Spongebob Narrator: Five minutes later]

🦊: We all have our alcohol!~

Yoongi: Thank you, Y/N.

Jungkook: Thank you!

🦊: I would just like to say, we saw Barbie~

Jungkook: We saw Barbie.

Yoongi: Oh! I haven't seen it.

🦊: *gasps* Oh my god~ You know, it's okay. I'll take you.

Jungkook: Y/N cried!

Yoongi: Really?~ Why?

Both: Well-

🦊: Okay! First off, I did NOT expect that Billie Eilish song to hit me so hard!

Jungkook: And not to give spoilers but, it was everything good.

🦊: It's a TRUE feminist icon. It's not misandry, which is what basically every publication is saying it is-

Jungkook: Oh! Absolutely not.

🦊: And it's not misogyny. It's true feminism. Wh-

Jungkook: Without spoiling anything, it had all three-

🦊: Yeah!

Jungkook: It had misandry, misogyny, AND feminism. And it showed how both misandry and misogyny can just be downright ugly and hurtful for the people who are being disliked, and prejudiced while feminism is genuinely something we should all aspire to do.

Yoongi: Oh! I'll give it a shot.

🦊: I saw that in East Asia, a lot of women are taking their partners, especially their cis-male partners, to see Barbie. And basically, they're testing how much of a green flag they are depending on how they feel before the movie, how long they last during the movie and what is their thoughts after the movie.

Jungkook: Oh! Wait, am I a green flag?

🦊: *long pause* Well-

Jungkook: *in between laughs* WHY'RE YOU THINKING ABOUT IT?!

Yoongi: *laughs*

🦊: *in between laughs* Okay! You're the type of green that is making its way toward yellow, but it's not completely yellow.

Jungkook: Okay, at least I'm not completely yellow or orange OR RED!

Yoongi: Be grateful.

🦊: Exa- Thank you, Yoongi!~

Jungkook: Definitely watch it, hyung.

Yoongi: Would you have watched it if Y/N hadn't taken you to the movies?

Jungkook: *silence*

*Yoongi and 🦊 laugh loudly*

Jungkook: Okay! Okay! I would have, but I would not have dressed up!

🦊: I was SO surprised we were the only ones dressed up!

Jungkook: Obviously, I was Ken!

🦊: I dressed up as Barbie!

Yoongi: Y/N when we go, do you wanna dress up too?

🦊: *gasps* Really?!

Yoongi: Yeah, I'll be K-

🦊: No~ Be Allan~ Because you're one of a kind~

Jungkook: *gasps* OH! Okay RIZZGOD!

Yoongi: *snickers then laughs*

Jungkook: You trying to rizz up Yoongi-hyung?

🦊: No~ *long pause* Okay, yeah~

*All laugh*

🦊: Before we begin! I would just like to say that this topic was thought up by Jungkook.

Yoongi: I would have liked to participate in the music one.

🦊: Oh! We can have your opinion on that!

Yoongi: *long pause* Well, I would but honestly Jungkook basically said what I thought about reggaetón.

🦊: Fair enough. I know you have some... *chuckles* Opinions on dembow and phonk.

Yoongi: *chuckles* They're just not for me, but you and Jungkook look like you have fun while dancing to it.

Jungkook: And not like... perreando!

🦊: OH! HE ROLLED HIS R'S!~

Jungkook: Rrrrr~ *laughs* We just goof around.

🦊: We meme dance.

Yoongi: *chuckles*

🦊: Like... You know how there's the stereotype that white people can't dance? We dance like that stereotype.

Jungkook: Just for fun. Not to make fun of anyone.

🦊: Mmno

Yoongi: They look cute together.

Jungkook: We're not dating.

🦊: So, in this episode we're gonna talk about television shows.

Jungkook: Y/N wanted to bring Yoongi on because he's about to head to th-

🦊: Oh my god! Please don't remind me!

Yoongi: *snickers then laughs*

Jungkook: Y/N is really close to all seven of us, but they're especially close to Hobi-hyung, Yoongi-hyung, and me. And since Hobi-hyung is already there~

🦊: I'm suffering...

Jungkook: They have- Okay, they have not taken it well!

Yoongi: Really?

🦊: Yeah... I think that's why in the last episode I cried. You told us- Or, rather, told your close friends when you were leaving, and it was no joke, the day before we decided to record.

Yoongi: Oh!~ I'm sorry!

🦊: I really tried to hold it in, but like thinking about Hobi already being there, and you leaving, just made me think, you know-

Yoongi: It's inevitable...

🦊: Yeah... Jungkook is gonna leave too, and that made me really sad because Hobi and you are my close friends, and that hurts. And I have cried. But Jungkook is my BEST friend... So...

Jungkook: But it's not like you're NOT gonna see us for a year and a half. We saw Hobi-hyung and Jin-hyung!

🦊: Oh my god, I hugged Hobi SO HARD! You guys have no idea. I lowkey cried too.

Jungkook: Both of them had tears in their eyes.

Yoongi: It was so beautiful to see.

🦊: *singing* When did it end?~ All the enjoyment?~

Jungkook: *singing* I'm sad again!~

Both: *singing* Don't tell my boyfriend~

Jungkook: *singing* It's not what he's made for~

Yoongi: *chuckles*

Jungkook: Going back to it.

Yoongi: Mhm.

Jungkook: Y/N wanted you here to get a perspective of shows you watched as a kid since when you were in first grade, we were both just about to be born.

🦊: *snickers*

Yoongi: *hums* Interesting.

🦊: Which, okay, let's be honest. You at the age of 12 were already a professional producer, so...-

Jungkook: Ballin' with a dollar in his pocket.

Yoongi: I was making money but it wasn't like-

🦊: A lot.

Yoongi: Exactly.

Jungkook: Funny how we brought a guest who didn't watch-

Yoongi: *laughs*

Jungkook: *in between chuckles* A lot of television as a kid.

🦊: But he wasn't ostracized, right?

Yoongi: *in between chuckles* No~ no... I did see it here and there, I just didn't dedicate my time to it since I was focused on music.

🦊: We love an ambitious person.

Jungkook: I didn't watch a lot of television either, but, Y/N introduced me to a lot of shows.

🦊: And he doesn't have time for a lot of them but-

Jungkook: The ones that I really like, I invest A LOT of time. I poop with my phone on my lap-

*Yoongi and 🦊 laugh*

Jungkook: *in between laughs* Everywhere! I try not to lose sleep, but when I'm invested. I am in. ves. ted!

🦊: I remember when I was obsessed with "House of Dragons" and I wanted to gatekeep it from Kookie because~

Jungkook: Wh-!

🦊: BECAUSE! It's such like... Okay, it's the prequel to "Game of Thrones" and the television series is over, but the BOOK series is not over! So I didn't want you to get invested so that afterward you get disappointed!

Jungkook: I didn't know that the "Game of Thrones" ending in the series is not canon!

Yoongi: It's not canon and in the book, Jon is still asleep or in a comma.

🦊: Iconic.

Yoongi: Y/N got me into it because they know that I would get invested but I don't make it my personality, like Jungkook and them.

🦊: Yoongi is an observer~

Jungkook: He is.

🦊: Slytherin energy~

Yoongi: *imitates a snake*

*Jungkook and 🦊 laugh*

🦊: First things first, my first exposure to East Asian shows was anime. And I don't remember which one came first because they all kind of merged together in my head, and it was "Inuyasha", "Naruto", "Pokémon", and "Yu-gi-oh!"

Yoongi: Interesting, because all those shows are from the 90's.

Jungkook: Yeah, when I was born those were already long running.

🦊: Well, I think it's because getting them to the western side, especially to the U.S. and Latin America, took some time.

Yoongi: In Korea, Pokémon first aired in 1999, and I was 6~

🦊: Oh! Puerto Rico, it was also 1999 too

Yoongi: You watched it from the womb?

🦊: *snickers* *in between laughs* Okay! Okay! I remember watching the first episode but I GENIUNELY don't remember how old I was.

Jungkook: I didn't watch ANY western shows as a kid other than Spongebob.

🦊: The icon himself!

Yoongi: Jungkook and Y/N watch Spongebob for fun.

Jungkook: But the first seasons, you know?

🦊: It's the most fun, you can tell when the creator walked away and when it because just not fun.

Jungkook: Mhm.

Yoongi: So, what's your culture shock?

🦊: Oh! Okay! Sorry! Okay, so, I did get exposed to shows, but it was interesting when I grew up I started watching dramas. And with dramas, there's like reality shows and stuff like that.

Yoongi: Right, for promo.

🦊: Exactly. Especially if you wanna be *in between chuckles* Delulu~ And you fall in love with the actor's looks~ And~ *laughs*

*Yoongi and Jungkook laugh*

🦊: Wanna get to know them?~

Yoongi: Right, right.

🦊: One of the things that I picked up on quickly was, the plots were all the same. Poor girl meets asshole rich dude. The rich dude has either a cousin, brother, friend, like someone close to him who is just the nicest person ever and THAT'S the love rival. She still chooses the rich asshole because he changed for her, but then something happens. The most common one is that the mom of the rich asshole finds out and pays her to leave, then one of them has an accident and somehow they make it work and boom. Happily ever after.

Yoongi: That's pretty much the jist of them.

🦊: But, my biggest culture shock is the variety shows.

Jungkook: Really?

🦊: Yeah, I just... Okay. It was- I had a weird feeling, like, I didn't know how to feel.

Jungkook: Why, what happened?

🦊: Okay, so, I remember the first one I watched was Weekly Idol, or Doni and Coni which... EW! They're... I remember when I watched you guys' episode, like the first time you were there and I loved it because I was a child. But watching it as an adult? I was like... Oh my god-

Jungkook: *chuckles* Your ARMY is showing.

🦊: I just! Okay... I just don't understand how someone can harass and be so mean to their guests and get away with it because it's "comedy"... Like... How is saying that Yoongi's song was "shit" comedy?

Jungkook: Ugh...

Yoongi: People have their own opinions, I guess.

🦊: Well, their opinion is WRONG. Like... Side eye. You could have just said it wasn't your taste without saying that it was bad and shit, you know?

Yoongi: I agree.

🦊: But, going back to it, the variety shows took me aback because everything is over-edited.

Jungkook: What do you mean?

🦊: Like... They put colorful subtitles on almost every sentence and these subtitles could be what the person is saying, what the person is doing, or what the editors think the person's inner thoughts are.

Jungkook: Ooooh! I hadn't noticed that. But, it's true~

🦊: And then replaying something shocking multiple times in *in between chuckles* multiple angles

Yoongi: *chuckles* 맞아~

🦊: Which, if you think about it, it's very stimulating and lowkey catering to the deaf community, since closed captions and interpreters are in scarcity on the Western side.

Jungkook: I hadn't really thought about it that way, but it's true~

🦊: That was my biggest culture shock. I got used to it after a while but, you know?

Yoongi: Were you shocked about the games?

🦊: *hums* Okay, so, I was but at the same time I wasn't? I don't know how to explain it.

Jungkook: Says as they're about to explain *chuckles*

🦊: *chuckles* So, I wasn't shocked because variety shows on the Western side also have games, but I was shocked at how queerbait-y the games are.

Yoongi: Like passing a paper member to member with our lips

🦊: It's so obvious fan service, but fan service can be very queerbait-y.

Yoongi: That's true.

🦊: Like, shipping friends with each other is... *groans* Not good~

Jungkook: Yeah.

🦊: But, yeah, I don't have any negative culture shock. Except for me being a Doni and Coni lowkey-highkey hater.

*all laugh*

Yoongi: Y/N introduced me to a lot of 90's shows. And, even though this wraps into the music category, I was shocked at how rock-inspired a lot of shows' intro was.

🦊: Which shows do you have in mind?

Yoongi: "Total Drama Island", "Teen Titans" from the 2000s. "American Dragon: Jake Long", and "Ben 10".

🦊: Okay but the other ones~

Yoongi: We saw "Wizards of Waverly Place", "Hannah Montana", "Sonny with a Chance" and a couple others with real people. And some of those also had inspiration in pop-rock.

🦊: Which is so 2000s if you think about it.

Yoongi: Was pop-rock popular in the 2000s?

🦊: In the western side, ESPECIALLY in the U.S. it was very popular.

Yoongi: I was just listening to hip-hop.

Jungkook: Yes he was~ Hip-hop classes were real.

Yoongi: You loved them

Jungkook: I did!~

🦊: As you can hear, Yoongi truly is an observer.

Jungkook: That was your culture shock?

Yoongi: Yeah!~ I was exposed to U.S. culture fairly young since I really like hip-hop culture.

🦊: What was your culture shock, Galletita?

Jungkook: Mine was... I guess the pipeline?

Yoongi: Pipeline?

🦊: Ooh~

Jungkook: So, Y/N basically explained that there's a pipeline of television, especially if you grew up in the 2000s.

🦊: Yep.

Jungkook: Basically, every kid in the U.S. watched either Disney channel with sitcoms or watched cartoons, but all of them came together to watch the hot new show-

JK and 🦊: "Total Drama Island"!

Jungkook: And basically "Total Drama Island" was-

Yoongi: It was a cartoon reality show.

Jungkook: Exactly. So it didn't take long for a lot of kids to get into real reality shows like "Next", "Cribs", and basically any reality show on MTV.

🦊: The pipeline gets split though. If you continued to watch cartoons, you get into anime. The pipeline goes EVEN DEEPER because if you watched anime, and listened to the openings, you probably got into Vocaloids, which are synthesized voca- I don't know why I'm telling you, yo-

Yoongi: I know about Vocaloids, yeah. I danced with one.

🦊: I. CO. NIC! I was genuinely SO jealous when I found out you were dancing with her. SeeU was SUCH an icon.

Yoongi: *laughs* Really?

🦊: I- Well, I fell in BOTH pipelines, but, I definitely fell more into the anime one.

Yoongi: Right.

🦊: But like, the vocaloid pipeline somehow brings you to the kpop pipeline. Which WEIRDLY the heavy metal rock or even rock music pipeline ALSO brings you to the kpop pipeline.

Yoongi: Interesting.

Jungkook: So, one day Y/N got nostalgic and we kind of watched a show that they were into as a child and I, unknowingly, also followed Y/N's pipeline.

Yoongi: Do we have a pipeline?

Jungkook: *long pause* I guess one of the biggest pipeline is that a lot of men in Korea want to be in either entertainment OR sports just to avoid military duty.

Yoongi: Which is not common, but happens a LOT!

🦊: Did you follow that pipeline?

Yoongi: No, hell no. I wanted to be a producer from a very young age not because I wanted to avoid military duty, but because I genuinely love music.

🦊: You did say it was your first love.

Yoongi: It was.

🦊: *sighs smiling*

Jungkook: If we had a camera recording us, I would look at it as if I was Jim from "The Office"

🦊: *snickers then laughs* Why?~

Jungkook: If you know, you know.

Yoongi: *long pause* I feel like I'm out of the loop for the first time.

🦊: You and I both.

Jungkook: You're ALWAYS out of the loop.

🦊: Okay! If I was out of the loop, how did I find out about the aliens BEFORE you?

Jungkook: Oh god~

Yoongi: What kind of aliens would you like? Ones that can transform like Ben 10? Aliens that look human but have superpowers? Or shapesh-

🦊: SHAPESHIFTING!

*Jungkook and Yoongi laughs*

🦊: You guys DON'T understand! If the aliens could shapeshift, I have a LIST!

Jungkook: *in between laughs* A LIST?!?!

🦊: *in between laughs* I have a list that the alien MUST follow!

Yoongi: Who's on top of the list?

🦊: Okay, right now, Toji Fushiguro~

Yoongi: Mmmm~

🦊: I have a lot of people, mainly anime men, because... I can bag a human.

Jungkook: You can't BAG YOUR CRUSH!

🦊: *gasps*

Yoongi: Jungkook-ah!~ *chuckles* Be nice to Y/N!

🦊: I can bag him, I'm just being respectful.

Yoongi: Exactly... Y/N just respects people's boundaries. Wait... So... Who's on the bottom?

🦊: Sukuna. Ryomen Sukuna. But, not because he's not hot, it's just tha- *muffled giggles*

Yoongi: Oh! They're covering their face!

Jungkook: *groans* Here we go

🦊: He has four arms~

Yoongi: *long pause* Right...

🦊: Two mouths~

Yoongi: *long pause* Okay...

🦊: *long pause* And one of those mouths can move anywhere.

Yoongi: Wait... *snickers* Are you...? *laughs* Are you sayin- I don't even wanna say it!

🦊: I'll say it for you!

Jungkook: *laughs* Stop!

🦊: Please let me say it!

Jungkook: Okay!~

🦊: I want an alien to shapeshift into Ryomen Sukuna because he has four arms, so, he can touch my chest with one hand, guide me with the other hand, stimulate my *clears throats* south with the other hand, and grab the back of my head and pull my hair with the other.

Jungkook: You're forgetting something.

🦊: Oh! Because one of the mouths can move, while he's kissing me, he can lick ANYWHERE he wants with the OTHER tongue~

Yoongi: 세상에!

Jungkook: Tell him about-

🦊: OH MY GOD! Okay... So, he- Okay, he... has two... *long pause*

Yoongi: *gasps* TWO?!

🦊: TWO!

Yoongi: Are they side by side? Up and down?

🦊: We actually DON'T have ANY confirmation. But my headcanon is that they're up and down.

Yoongi: How many balls does he have? Two or four? Are they ALSO up and down or side to side?

🦊: Hmm... I hadn't thought about it.

Yoongi: If it's four, there's more.. um... Milk *giggles*

*Jungkook and 🦊 laughs*

🦊: Yeah... And I wanna be filled by Sukuna.

Jungkook: WHY Sukuna, he's LEGIT EVIL!

🦊: Okay~ He's not EVIL!~ He's just... Umm... He's ju-

Jungkook: *deadpan* Y/N, his first lines were "Where are the people? The women? What a wonderful era to be in. Women and children are crawling everywhere like maggots. It's marvelous. It'll be a massacre."

🦊: I can fix him.

Yoongi: *laughs* Can you?!

🦊: I can!~

Jungkook: I mean-

🦊: Well, I-

Yoongi: I have no doubt about that.

🦊: *silent*

Jungkook: I'm looking at the invisible camera.

🦊: Guys?

Yoongi: Hmm?

🦊: Let's pause for a minute. I need to use the bathroom. *muffled movement sounds*

Jungkook: They have a small bladder when it comes to alcohol *chuckles*

🦊: *in a distant voice* You can edit it out, right Dae?

*muffled voice*

🦊: Purr, be right back.

[silence]

Jungkook: *whispering* Are you gonna do it today?

Yoongi: I don't see a point...

Jungkook: Why?~

Yoongi: Well... They JUST called me their "close friend" just now, and I'm about to leave for the mi-

Jungkook: *scoffs* Okay. YOU get to go home because you're going to go to a government office because of your shoulder

Yoongi: Yeah, but I can't do an-

Jungkook: Hyung... Why can't you trust me? I'm their best friend! I know better!

Yoongi: *sighs* *mumbles* You don't get it...

Jungkook: *sighs* *long pause* I'll leave the episode early, so you can close with them. They listen to the podcast, so, if you don't do anything, I'll post it unedited.

Yoongi: Why would y-

Jungkook: Because I know you, and I know them... You two need a little push and this is it.

Yoongi: *gulps* *sighs softly* fine...

🦊: *from a distance* I'm back!~ Sorry I took so long *giggles*

🦊: What else is there to talk about?

Jungkook: How was your first time at HYBE?

🦊: Oh! It was awesome! I was so happy I get to teach the trainees~ Though I wouldn't have minded if I got you!

Yoongi: It would have been fun for you to teach me Spanish...

🦊: Right?! But, I don't need a job to teach you! We're friends, right?

Yoongi: *hums agreeing*

Jungkook: Plus, he's just learning to impress you!

🦊: *scoffs then giggles* Stop! He already impresses me with his music. 28 is my ANTHEM!

Jungkook: You switch the lyrics to Spanish!

🦊: It's fun!~ *singing* Me 'stoy volviendo un adulto~ No me acueLdo 'e na'~ Mis sueños y ambiciones donde estan? Estan lejanas~ Ya no veo ni donde esta la meta!~

Yoongi: *chuckles* 재밌네~

🦊: 그죠~ Jungkook doesn't like it when I do it, but it's SO fun~

Jungkook: Guys... Do the closing without me, I have to go somewhere.

🦊: Wha~ *pouty* But your schedule is free! I got it right here...

Jungkook: It's something with Bam... I'm sorry! It's an emergency!

🦊: OH MY GOD! GO GO! Take care of my nephew! HURRY!

Jungkook: *muffles movements* *in a slightly distant voice* *chuckles* I will! *long pause* Hyung...

Yoongi: 어... 할게...

🦊: 뭐가 할거예요?

Jungkook: Don't worry about it.

🦊: Well! Kookie had an emergency! But Yoongi and I can finish up, right?

Yoongi: Yeah. Thank you for having me here today.

🦊: Thank you for being here!

Yoongi: *gulps* What if I came back to the podcast, would that be okay?

🦊: Oh! That'll be so dope! I'd love to hear your opinion on more things.

Yoongi: I'm an avid listener, so, it's gonna be weird listening to today's podcast once it goes live.

🦊: You'll love it. Daehyun does aMAZING editing.

Yoongi: *long pause* You never reveal your crush, do you?

🦊: *in between chuckles* No... I just- *long pause* *mumbles shyly* I know he listens, his friends have told me...

Yoongi: *hums*... *long pause* Do I know him?

🦊: Mmmm... Maybe!~ *chuckles*

Yoongi: *hums*

🦊: *in between chuckles* Why are you staring at me?

Yoongi: I just noticed how long your lashes are...

🦊: What?~ That was so sudden!

Yoongi: Well... *chuckles* I don't know, it's- I find it kinda cute..

🦊: W-WELP! That's all the time we have! Our producer is telling us to wrap it up!

Yoongi: Leave suggestions for Jungkook and Y/N in the comments and what you would like for them to talk about in the future.

🦊: Yep. And don't forget to stream the D-Day trilogy but Agust D!

Yoongi: Again, thank you so much for having me.

🦊: *mumbles shyly* You're welcome anytime...

Yoongi: 여러분 안녕히게세요

🦊: Hasta el proximo episodio!

Daehyun gives you a thumbs up, indicating that the recording is done for Yoongi and you. You look at him and bow slightly as he smiles softly. You take off your headphones and look back at him smiling slightly then said

"You did great, our listeners are gonna like it!"

"You think so?" He responded. A bit shyly, but not enough to be shown.

You nod and then stand up, a bit too enthusiastically. Daehyun signals you to come to him to inspect the track and what needs to be edited out. You nod at him and then look back at Yoongi, asking him if he would like to be shown out. He shakes his head and then tells Daehyun that he would like to help edit the episode, something that surprised you.

"I thought you had a schedule to-"

"It's okay. I can stay for a little longer" He interrupted.

"I don't want you to get in trouble..."

"I won't. Daehyun can you play it back at exactly minute 49?"

You furrow your eyebrows and look at his empty whiskey glass, thinking to yourself how he couldn't be drunk, since nobody got refills, as per Daehyun's request. Then you put on your headphones to listen back to the audio, pushing the microphone slightly away and taking off your notebook to take notes. You hear yourself stumbling away from the microphone and telling Yoongi and Jungkook that you would be right back. There's a long pause, and you weren't there, but you could feel the air thickening, just as it is at the moment you and Yoongi are playing back the audio. You gulp writing down that this part should definitely be taken away. Then, you hear it. Yoongi and Jungkook talking about how he should do something today, by the sounds of it, a confession. A love confession. You pause your writing, keeping your face as neutral as possible. Looking at the notebook, rather than the eyes that are definitely looking for your reaction. You feel your eyes begin to twitch as if they're about to sprout water, your nose begin to flare, and your cheeks begin to redden as you puzzle that they're talking about you.

Jungkook knew about your crush on Yoongi. He also knew that you didn't want to do anything because you thought it was only a simple crush, but that came to a crash when he called you and told you when he was leaving for the military. You faked your nonchalantness and told him that you would miss him as much as you missed Hobi, but that was the day that the snow melted and spring came when it came to your feelings. You cried to Jungkook that day, and coming into the studio he rented to record was hard. Especially because you had to fake being enthusiastic and happy. In the end, you couldn't hold it in. You were gonna miss Jungkook, he was your best friend. But missing Yoongi was gonna tear your heart apart. When recording that episode ended, Jungkook said to not give up hope and that something for sure was gonna happen. Something happy.

You looked at Daehyun nonchalantly and told him to keep it as it is without any editing, the excuse being that the listeners would like the authenticity. Then, you quickly took off your headphones and gathered your things. Fearing that you wouldn't make it to the door, you rushed your steps. It's not you... You don't wanna get your hopes up. You know he wouldn't like you in a romantic sense. You two are vastly different, another reason why you never spoke your feelings to him. You were bubbly, outgoing, a bit extroverted, loud, and talked with anybody and anything. Complete opposite of him. When you stepped out the door, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and let your tears fall. Silently crying.

"Y/N? You okay?" You heard Jungkook's voice, but that was quickly dismissed as a hand grabbed yours.

You looked up and saw Yoongi, motioning you to follow him. You nodded and followed him to an empty studio.

"You don't like me?" He asked, a bit unsure and insecure.

You shook your head, disagreeing with him, something he understood. You felt tears staining your cheeks, your breath shorten, and your cheeks reddened as you said

"I like you..." In a shaky voice. "I like you a lot. I just didn't think that you'd like me. I'm not tall, I'm loud, I'm- I don't have any qualities that you'd like..."

His face softened as he got closer. He cupped your cheeks and wiped your tears with his thumbs. You continued by saying

"I stumble in my Korean. I'm not even Korean! Why would you like me?"

"Why wouldn't I?" He responded in a soft, slightly hushed voice, taking you by surprise.

"I like that you're extroverted." He continued "If we eat out, I know I can count on you helping me with my social anxiety. So what if you're not tall? I think you'd fit nicely in my arms."

He pulled you into a hug, smiling softly. He then nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck and slowly took in your scent. He leaned back a little.

"I was right." He said smiling gently. "You have other qualities that I like... Like... How excited you get talking about anime and video games is so beautiful to me. Your eyes sparkle, your tone of voice gets higher, your body language gets more expressive, you use your hands more."

He gently pushed a strand of hair away and looked into your eyes while saying "So what if you stumble in your Korean? At least you know Korean! Which is more than I can say when it comes to Spanish."

You chuckled, smiling while wiping your tears.

"And so what if you're not Korean?... I fell in love with YOU, not your nationality or ethnicity"

You gasped softly and looked into his eyes whispering "Love?" He chuckled and nodded then sighed.

"I know it's a big word, but it's how I feel... And I don't wanna leave for the military without telling you how I feel."

You cupped his cheek and studied his face. He has gotten chubbier in the cheeks, his skin paler than usual, and his hair was shorter, probably to prepare it to get cut. You got on your tippy toes slightly and pecked his lips first to see if it was okay. This took him by surprise but it didn't last long for him to hug your waist and kiss you back.

You pulled away and smiled then hugged him. His arms hugged you back as you leaned your head on his right shoulder, sniffling slightly and apologizing for crying, something he dismissed quickly. Your moment was quickly ruined when you and Yoongi almost fell from Jungkook jump-hugging you.

"AY! YA! Don't be stupid!" You said as you pushed Jungkook away. Yoongi already taking the liberty of letting go of you so that you and Jungkook could push each other around.

"You got your love confession! Thanks to ME~ The BEST wingman EVER!" Jungkook exclaimed as he wrapped his tattooed arm around your shoulder and neck. You groaned playfully and pushed him off you, but that didn't stop him from doing it again.

"Say I'm the best, and I'll let you go~" Jungkook said smiling from ear to ear.

"You're the WORST! Estupido, how could you force a confession out of Yoongles!~"

"Hey! He wasn't planning on doing it, and you were all mopy. I had to do something!"

You sighed and hugged him, burying your face in his chest, and said in a mumbled voice

"You're the best..." which came out in a slightly muffled sound.

"AH! Did you hear that, hyung?! THE. BEST! I gotta tell Jimin!" Jungkook said as he pushed you off of him and took off his phone.

You and Yoongi looked at each other and smiled. Promising to talk to each other more in his apartment.