#she can't help but look out for weirdo nerds

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Lena: my true strength is reminding ppl that if they can care about and like someone as selfish and unhinged as me, then they should totally be a little bit unhinged too sometimes, as a treat

Dewey and Webby: Our true strength is our confidence and our friendship.

Louie and Violet: Our true strength is our ability to succeed without hiding behind facades.

Huey: my true strength is going straight up rabies-feral while lena cheers me on from the sidelines

[scoops-aboy86]

Steve as a late night radio DJ, with Robin as his producer (because my partner has made me watch so much Frasier lol). He's got the sexy voice and Eddie, frontman of successful metal band Corroded Coffin, still remembers him from Hawkins and, ugh.

But, well, his manager set up the interview and it would cause more of a stir to no-show than it would to turn up and bicker with some washed up former high school bully. It's a different city, a different decade; maybe King Steve won't even remember him.

So Eddie turns up, and he actually beats Steve there. To the point of the show starting and it's just him in the booth, chatting awkwardly with Robin to fill the air. It gets less awkward the more they talk, idly catching up on old small town bullshit and what it's like to go from isolated baby queers ("I thought I was totally alone!" "Really? You didn't clock the black bandana hanging out of my pocket for five of my six years in high school?" "Sorry old timer, I was still in middle school for part of that." "Oh fuck off, Ms. 'I went to Sarah Lawrence and all I got was this awesome girlfriend.'" "Sorry Eddie, we can't all be super late bloomers like you.") to Actually Successful And Functioning Adults. (She's kind enough not to mention his single but unfortunately well known brush with rehab, other than to congratulate him on his seven year chip.)

And then Steve bursts in, huffing and puffing and diving for the headphones and mic to apologize to both them and the audience for being late. He doesn't even try to offer an excuse until Robin asks, "Uh, Steve? Want to share with us why your arm's in a sling and one of your eyebrows looks like it got flambéd right off your face?"

Which turns into a very put-upon but entertaining retelling of Dustin Henderson ("Oh damn, Henderson! I fell outta touch with him ages ago. How is that little shit?" "Married. He didn't end up converting to Mormonism, but they still have enough kids to make up half a basketball team." "Is that... a lot?" "Six, Munson. They have six kids." "Which is funny, because he made soooo much fun of Steve for wanting that many back in the day." "Yeah. Showed him." "Fuck, my condolences to his wife if they all inherited his big head. You gotta give me his number after this. Or—DUSTIN, if you're listening to your babysitter's show, come to my next concert and there'll be two backstage passes with your name on it! Or, well, that embarrassing nickname your radio girlfriend used to call you, since I think I've blurted out your full government name by now." "That girlfriend is actually his wife now." "No shit?! Wow, I can't believe one of my little lost sheepies has managed to keep the same girl for over a decade. Is she really hotter than Phoebe Cates?" "Oh, she is smokin." "Robin, don't make it weird." "Oh it's okay, she already knows. I told her.") ... A very put-upon but entertaining retelling of Dustin Henderson coming over to discuss plans for Ma Henderson's birthday, and bringing a cherries jubilee that Suzie had made so he could literally demonstrate the flambé presentation ("Listeners, I swear I did not know, when I asked Steve about his flambéd eyebrow, that it was a literal flambé accident. Eddie, can you confirm?" "I can confirm, Robin. We received no heads-up calls or messages from Steve before or during the show. It was serendipitous irony, 100% pure.") but poured waaaaay too much brandy on, and then Steve tripped in his mad dash for the fire extinguisher ("He was no help at all, just stopped dropped and rolled right there in the middle of the damn kitchen." "How are his eyebrows?" "Ugh, I have more of them than he does right now but at least his match. Don't worry everyone, he's fine. No nerds were injured in the course of this improv slapstick comedy routine that is my life. I swear to god, I need a girlfriend or a boyfriend or someone reasonable to hang out with besides all you weirdos." "Aw, you love us." "Yeah Stevie, what would you do without your loving nerd squad?" "Yeah, yeah... But don't try to leave yourself out of this Munson, as far as I'm concerned you're still the king of all nerds. And if you're reconnecting with Dustin, you're stuck with us too.") and had to stop by urgent care on the way to work.

Throughout all of this, Eddie is not twirling a lock of hair around one finger... but only because it's tied haphazardly back to keep it out of his face for the day. Steve is different from the guy he remembers strutting the halls of Hawkins High. Still all freckles and hair and charismatic grin, but he carries himself differently. More solidly built in his mid-thirties than his late teens, with a layer of softness that suits him. Calmer and settled, with the kind of confidence that comes with growing up. And the girlfriend or boyfriend thing? Holy shit. Holy shit. King Steve? Who knew? But, well, it explains why Steve and Robin are so close, Eddie guesses.

The Steve Harrington that Eddie had known back in the day hadn't exactly been the worst of the bullies, but he'd been friends with them, and they had spouted plenty of homophobic shit. And Steve had been looking right at him as he'd said it, like he's aware that Eddie is terminally single and maybe, just maybe, there was a flicker of a question in his eyes.

Eddie has been publicly out for a while now, and the thing is... Steve is definitely his type. So he leans into it a little, testing the waters. And Steve responds to it like a sunflower greeting the sunrise.

By the end of the show Robin is slapping post-its on the glass partition that read "Get his number dingus" and "Get a room" and Don't make that face at me, yes I do know that he can see these too and I don't care, GET IT or I will recruit Dusty-dun to my cause" and "To clarify, the cause is getting you laid. Eddie, take note, he's allergic to latex."

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[hairmetal666]

By the grace of Robin Buckley, Steve gets into college.

She's his first real friend and it's because he knows her, loves her, learned to be a better person from her, that he's able to smile politely and take the hand of his new roommate. His long-haired, tattooed, dressed in all black roommate, who has already put up dark and menacing posters of bands Steve has never heard of and a bedsheet banner with the words "Corroded Coffin" painted on the fabric.

"Eddie Munson," his roommate says.

"Steve Harrington."

"Good to meet you, roomie." Eddie smiles so big it makes dimples pop. It's a good look. "Parents on the way with the rest of your stuff?"

"Oh, er--just me, actually."

Eddie's smile doesn't waiver. "Need some help?"

Normally, Steve would say no, but he just spent the last hour unloading Robin's stuff. "That would be great, thanks."

So, they work together to get Steve moved in, and as they work, he learns more about his roommate. He is a weirdo, an oddball, fundamentally strange, but Steve can't help but be charmed.

Eddie puts on music, something aggressive with loud guitars and drums, and Steve unpacks. He pulls out a picture of himself with the kids during one of their game nights, displaying it carefully on his desk.

"Wait," his new roommate says. "You? And the dnd children?"

Steve laughs. "They're the kids I babysit. You play that nerd game?"

Eddie's nose wrinkles. Something in the back of Steve's mind notes that it's cute. "Nerd game? Dnd is So. Much. More. It's--it's storytelling and strategy and--" Eddie stops, blinking at Steve. "You're fucking with me, aren't you?"

"Little bit," Steve smiles.

"I can't believe you know dnd. That you babysit nerds. You look like such a jock," Eddie shakes his head in disbelief.

"I am a jock," Steve agrees. "And I love those dorky little shitheads. I tolerate the game."

"Steve Harrington. You're just full of surprises, aren't you?"

"Guess so." The smiles they share are wide and sweet, bringing out Eddie's dimples in way that makes Steve long to touch.

After that, they're inseparable. Robin and Eddie and Steve. They study, eat, go to parties, hangout; anything, as long as they're together.

---

Three weeks into the semester, as Steve gets dressed after swim practice, he pulls a shirt out of his bag that doesn't belong to him. It's a black tee, Metallica logo front and center. He chuckles, puts it on. It's soft from wear and smells of laundry detergent and Eddie--cigarettes and leather and some kind of sweet musk. The scent puts him at immediate ease.

He meets Robin and Eddie for lunch. They were early, already have their food and seats, so he walks over to drop off his backpack. Eddie gives him a bright, dimpled smile, but within seconds his mouth is falling open a little, the tips of his ears turning bright red.

"You alright, man?" Steve asks.

Eddie startles, grabs his cup, jamming the straw into his mouth to chew at the plastic."You're--my shirt?" he says.

"Oh, shit. Sorry. Grabbed it by accident. I'll wash it for you."

His roommate flushes pink. "N--no, you don't have to worry about it."

He wants to question Eddie further--he's being so weird--but Robin interrupts. "Dingus! Go get food. Hurry up!"

He does as he's told, but when he comes back, Eddie is even redder than before, and Robin has a wide smirk across her face.

"What is going on with you two?" He asks as he puts his tray down.

Neither of them answer, andEddie launches into a passionate re-telling of some music student drama, so Steve let's himself be distracted.

---

It's mid-October and Steve's coming home from the gym, the one place that Robin and Eddie refuse to accompany him. As he nears his room, he hears music. It's not heavy metal, but something soft and slow and acoustic.

He tries to be quiet as he unlocks the door and enters, doesn't want to disturb Eddie, doesn't want him to stop playing. He never practices when Steve is home, says he doesn't want to be a bother with the noise.

Eddie's sitting on his bed, guitar in hand. There's a battered notebook open next to him, a pencil held between his teeth. He hums a bit, pauses to jot something down, and goes back to playing.

He looks beautiful, Steve thinks, bent over his guitar.

Steve is just about to announce himself when Eddie stops playing again. He writes something in the notebook before resting his head in his head. "Pathetic, Munson. Get it together," he mutters.

"Hi!" Steve says. It startles Eddie, who jumps and almost drops the guitar.

"Stevie!" Eddie stumbles to his feet. "I--uh--you're home!" His face is crimson.

"You're really good, man," Steve says. "I'd love to hear more sometime."

"Uh-huh, uh-huh," Eddie nods his head, grabbing for the notebook and slamming it closed. "Sure thing." He stuffs his feet into his Reeboks. "I gotta--I gotta go. Back soon."

Eddie stumbles out their door, notebook clenched firmly in hand.

He is so weird.

---

In mid-November, Robin gets invited to a party by a cute girl. They all go.

Steve isn't trying to hook up. He hasn't slept with anyone since they started school, too caught up with Robin and Eddie. But there's a girl, wavy brown curls and wide green eyes (he has the fleeting thought that they should be deep brown, that it's wrong that they aren't), and she's smiling at him.

Flirting with her is easy.

He doesn't know what breaks his concentration, but he turns to face the rest of the room, eyes falling on Eddie. Eddie who is watching him, his deep brown eyes swimming with hurt, with anger.

It sends a shock of pure panic up his spine. "Eddie!"

Eddie turns on his heel, disappearing in the crowd. Steve follows, but by the time he navigates through the partygoers, his roommate is nowhere to be found. He hurries back to their dorm, heart pounding in his ears, mouth dry.

It's dark in the room, though, and for a second he thinks Eddie isn't home, after all. But he turns on the light, illuminates the rigid lump under Eddie's quilt.

"Eddie?" Steve says, voice soft.

He doesn't respond, though Steve can tell he's awake. He tries again, but Eddie curls deeper under his covers.

Steve spends the night wondering what he did to hurt Eddie so bad.

---

They're back to normal after Thanksgiving. Steve is so relieved he doesn't even ask.

They stay up all night every night studying for finals. By the time Steve's last test rolls around, he's giddy and frantic. He grabs his textbook, shoves a notebook into his backpack, gets to the English building with just enough time to take a last look at his notes.

Only, he flips the notebook open and it's not his English notes. It's song lyrics.

Steve should close it. Put it back in his backpack. It's private. But he's already reading the lyrics written there. They're sexy. The song's about a guy, one Eddie seems to be totally gone for.

A line catches his eye, "need you on every surface in our room." He reads it again and again until the only thing he can see is the phrase, "our room." His whole body is warm, heat pooling, and he's chubbing up in his jeans in the middle of his English class.

Steve flips the pages, anything to get his mind off of that song, and that's when it hits him like a ton of bricks. All those weird moments--the t-shirt, the song, Steve flirting with a girl-- Eddie likes him.

Steve wants to rush to the dorm, wants to confess everything, even starts to stand, but--he has a final to take.

He makes himself close the notebook, but catches sight of another song as he does. It's a love song. It's plaintive and yearning and wanting. And every lyric is for him, about him, about things they did together. It's also unfinished, breaking off mid-way through the second verse.

He doesn't know how he missed it before, but as the professor hands out the test paper, Eddie is all he can think of.

---

When he finally gets back to the room, he finds Eddie's frantic, hair frizzed around his skull. All his bedding is on the floor, the drawers of his wardrobe pulled open.

"Eddie?" Steve asks.

"Have you seen my notebook?"

"What?" Steve's heart drops.

"The black one? It's kind of beaten up?"

"I--uh, yeah. Sorry, Eds. Accidentally grabbed it on my way to class." He pulls his backpack from his shoulder, unzipping it.

"Did you--did you read it?" Eddie's voice shakes, his face painfully red.

Steve doesn't know what to say, what to do. He wants Eddie. Has for a long time, just hadn't been able to put it together. And he doesn't know how to fix what's spiraling out between them.

"Eddie," he says. Can think of nothing else, hopes his desperation is clear in his voice. "Please." He closes the distance between them, slowly, carefully. Cups Eddie's chin in his hand.

They stare at each other, Eddie's eyes wide with shock. Steve can feel the other man's breath on his face, smell the tobacco and sweet musk scent of him.

"Every surface of our room, huh?" Steve asks.

Eddie's cheeks flush. He turns away, bashful. "Something like that."

"And if I want it too?" Steve whispers.

The words hang between them for several beats, before they both move to close the lingering distance between them. Their mouths slip together, like it's nothing, like they do this all the time. Steve grasps at Eddie's curls, fists a hand into his t-shirt, totally lost to the rhythm of the kiss, the easy slip of Eddie's tongue in his mouth.

Eventually, the come up for air, both pink cheeked and panting.

"You're full of surprises, Steve Harrington." Eddie breathes.

"Just wait," Steve smirks, moves in to nip at Eddie's bottom lip. "We have so many surfaces."

[f4iry-bell]

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄 | 2

pairing: jameson hawthorne x nerd/good girl reader

summary: summary: who would have guessed taking an unwanted picture of her could lead to that tense moment? more than that, who would have thought it would get his attention to make a deal? and guys like him drain a person inside out when are interested in you.

series taglist: @clarissaweasley-10 @whatsamongus @sheisntyou @emelia07 @elysianwayy77 @lyra-kane @bewitchingkisses @zenikswaffleshop @off-to-the-r4ces @jamcarven

permanent taglist (for jameson): @clarissaweasley-10 @whatsamongus @sheisntyou @emelia07 @elysianwayy77

warning: edges????

word count: 1.5k

a/n: I'm so sorry, i wrote half of it during my exam week. next part will be better!!!😞

masterlist | series masterlist

← part 1

After making their deal official by shaking their hands, Jameson immediately asked for her number. She was hesitant to give it to him, even suggesting that he'd accept her email address instead. Jameson made fun of her, and convinced her to give her number. She felt insulted when he made fun of her. She knows people do make fun of her behind her back but none of them really did it in front of her face.

“Is that what you're going to save me?” She rolled her eyes, and pushed back her glasses.

It read; Front Row Princess.

“I’m not wrong, am I?” She wished she took boxing lessons so she knew how to throw an actual punch. Because his smirk was annoying to the point she actually wanted to punch him.

“Well then, I'll save you as The Most Privileged White Boy of the Century.” She raised both her eyebrows, and added. “I'm late for my next class, so bye.”

Jameson just laughed at her comment. “Wait. Talk to me.”

“I just said I'm late. Are you deaf?” She looked pissed, she hates it when people act like one's words matter nothing.

“No. I did hear you. That's why I'm asking you to talk to me. Let's start from now, you go late to class. It'll be a different experience to enter a room full of students, or walking in the hallway with barely any students.” Instead of smirking he gave her a friendly smile this time.

“No, I'll start tomorrow.”

“You won't. Start today. Right now.”

“I don't want to be late to class. Everybody will stare at me, and God the whispers. I don't want my professor to be disappointed.” She blinked rapidly when she was talking.

“Your professor won't be disappointed. You still have time, just be 5 minutes late. Won't hurt a fly. And who cares what those whispers say? Don't you have a project you have to work on?”

She was quiet, Jameson had a victory smile. She can't accept that she is wrong, especially when she's with him.

“Let's chat. I'll go first. I like insane rides and speed because of the adrenaline rush. It gives me pure joy.” Jameson sat down on the floor.

“Uh…cool.” What she really wanted to say was ‘freak’ or ‘weirdo’.

“Now tell me something about you.”

“Uh…I don't like heights.” She confessed. “Ironic, I know.” She pointed at the edge of the rooftop.

“No wonder you got so scared when I came. You probably thought you were about to fall.” He chuckled at the memory of her jerking up.

“I could have fallen. Don't do that to me or anyone, it's not safe.”

“Okay, miss right.” He rolled his eyes.

“I’m serious.”

“Alright, change of topic, what's your favourite pizza topping!?” He asked.

She sighed, this boy can never take anything seriously, why did she let him help her? Maybe it's his face, and how pervasive he was, or his charm. She wonders how she is going to keep up with him, because they are two different species.

“I don't like this.” She said on the other side of the call while sitting on her dorm bed. “I could get in serious trouble if I sneak out. New rule; you help me but without getting me into trouble.” She told him.

“You’re not sneaking out, just get a gate pass saying you have to meet a family member for dinner and you'll be late tonight.”

“I’m not good at lying.”

“Then I'll lie for you.”

“How will you do that, genius?”

“I'll tell the dormitory incharge that I'm your boyfriend, and we both are meeting your parents so my dear girlfriend might be late by just half an hour.”

“No! You're not saying that.”

“Then the first option is.”

“Fine. But will you at least tell me ‘Out of the Bubble Experience’ am I going to have?” She asked.

“Why? So you can either be mentally prepared or say ‘I’m not going to do it’? No way. Second lesson; Live in the moment.”

“I- I wasn't going to do either of those.” She frowned at how he was quick to read her mind from kilometres away.

“Sure. I'll meet you outside where I told you at 8:30PM. Don't be late, princess.”

“Now what?” She asked. She was wearing a normal red shirt, and a cardigan over it paired with flared jeans.

“We're going on a mini drive, mini that will only take an hour.”

“An hour?!”

“Just an hour.”

Most of the car ride was “where are we going?”, “are we there yet?”, “just tell me where!” and some music, Jameson asked her if she wanted to play any music of her choice but she knows that he'll judge her music taste so she listens to his stupid fuckboy music.

After an hour exactly he stopped a little away from their destination, he got out of the car to open the door for her but she was already out, and neither of them commented on it. Jameson thought she wasn't aware that he came to her side to open the door, and just let it be.

“What now?” She asked him, raising her shoulders.

“This is the part where you say “Is this the part where you kill me?”” She can see his cheeky smile through the moonlight, and just glared at him. “Alright, so we're walking half a kilometre, is that okay?”

“Yeah, but why?”

“What's the point of coming out on a night like this if not to take a walk?” He said as he started walking in reverse.

They were at the top of a hill, it was high, and the side Jameson was walking in reverse had an edge. He took slow steps towards the edge, there was a foot tall cement railing that was there at the edge, which he could easily trip over. It was about a foot thick as well.

“Stop.” She demanded but he kept going.

“I won't fall, princess. Relax, there's a railing.”

“You could trip over it.”

“Nah, my plan was to walk on it but seeing the fear in your eyes I think only I'll be doing it.”

“You what?!” She rushed over to him to make him stop walking backwards. Her hands reached for him to stop, as soon as they made physical contact, Jameson paused for a moment, and only a moment because he knew if he stopped she'd stop touching him. Like he predicted she tried to stop him by tugging his arms. Although there was a barrier of fabrics between them, Jameson still felt the electric touch that they write about. He finally stopped once he reached the railing, he turned away, and then sat on it then put his legs to the other side where they were dangling down.

“Jameson!” She let go of his hand once he stopped but boy did she not expect him to do that.

“Join me, we are about 90 feet high.”

“90? No way I'm sitting there! God, can you just get off of it please?” When Jameson looked at her she was genuinely worried.

“Are you worried that I'm going to fall?”

“Yes!”

“I won't. Now join me. You're missing out, seriously. If you want I'll hold your hands.” He was teasing her about holding her hand but a part of him actually wanted to hold her hand. “Come on. YOLO, right?”

She rolled her eyes but took a step forward, and hesitated to say something. “Will you actually hold my hand?”

He paused. “To keep you safe.”

She nodded, and sat. He put his hands behind her back to make her feel safe. She didn't put her legs to the other side, she was sitting close to him, he turned to her to see that she was looking down on her thighs but with her eyes closed. When he spoke the hair at the back of her neck rose as his breath fanned over her neck.

“If you're scared to face your fear, you'll never outgrow it. I won't let you fall.” He promised. “Just put your legs over, or not. But at least turn and look at the view. You are seriously missing out. And I really want you to see this.” It was true, Jameson was so excited to show her this small view from this high. He is actually a bit sad that she's not experiencing it like he wanted her to.

She sighed with a nod, and turned back to look, her eyes sparked.

“Woah.”

Jameson smiled at her reaction although it was just whisper he heard it crystal clear, maybe it's the distance but a part of him told him that he would hear her from kilometres away as well. He didn't want to call it infatuation, because he knew that they are binary opposites.

And would never work.

So he called it an experiment, a challenge, anything but infatuation. He was determined to make it stay that way, even if felt a little tug on his heart the way her eyes twinkled, and when she smiled looking at the view.

It doesn't matter, they'll never work.

part 3 →

[neonscandal]

What are your bakudeku fav moments? And what are your fav personal headcanons about them?

Okie, so I may have done a few head canons like this (and forgot to link the last five in the SatoSugu ask just like this... also the alternating colors was admittedly gratuitous but I'm not changing it now. Just know that I have regrets.). Maybe even drafted some moments like this but let's light this BBQ anyway. 💥

Horikoshi truly doesn't get enough credit for how perfect this panel and subsequent animation was. It's actually hysterical? Earnest Deku and Little Shit Kacchan. It's so them, I can't even.

HEAD CANONS

The Bakugo's are the Have's and the Midoriya's are the Have Not's but Mitsuki and Inko are so close that the boys never really knew the difference. Mitsuki helps Inko out where she can which is why Deku is a staple in their house growing up (free childcare for Inko and necessary socialization for her brat, Katsuki). You should see their childhood photo albums, they are both equally as embedded in one anothers' family histories.

When the boys first came to understand their economic differences, it was because of the disparity between their All Might merch collections and Bakugo realized it long before Midoriya. Subsequently, he staved off this epiphany by making it a point to always ask for "one for Izuku" until they fell out which Mitsuki obliged generously and proudly, knowing their relationship was precious but also a good influence on her gremlin.

I say they fell out but.. they didn't. Not in the ways that mattered. Bakugo is as big a nerd as Midoriya, he just has the sense to be more lowkey about it. Even when Bakugo was being a bully, he'd begrudgingly ask Midoriya (if Midoriya didn't ask first) to any midnight releases of All Might/hero movies and merch drops. They absolutely are the kind of dorks to camp out for limited release stuff. It's a lifelong tradition. Even if things went back to normal at school the next day, they still had that in common and both knew not to bring it up otherwise to maintain the balance of their twisted relationship otherwise. It's why, even after all this time, they're still so in sync. Also, by that point, the "one for Izuku" custom is so deeply ingrained that Mitsuki does it anyway. The turnover between Bakugo to Midoriya is so begrudging and awkward. All unspoken but a deeply rooted fact of their relationship.

Bakugo absolutely got them lost in the forest once. I think he took that fear and pivoted it into a refusal to ever be scared in nature again which is why he persistently enjoys the outdoors so much. It feels like revenge every time he comes back from a hike.

They made a blood oath to never tell anyone about how Mitsuki used them as drop in models for the Bakugo child clothing line because there was at least one season where they both modeled girls' clothes (Midoriya doesn't really care but Bakugo does). It's not that Bakugo cares or takes issue with a persons' gender, orientation or expression. He knows clothes don't define a person, he's confident and masculine either way and he knows he'd be the best looking person in a dress. He does, however, take issue with the fact that the hag likes to coo and lord the pictures over him because he was incredibly and disarmingly cute (which he acknowledges as "damn right" but despises the principle of the matter wherein his mom has anything over him).

Class 1A all notice the weird tension between the fire kid and the brittle boned dude who looks like he's never slept but just... awkwardly avoid it because they're just as emotionally underdeveloped as these two idiots. I also kinda think the confrontation between the two isn't always as bad as Midoriya's narration suggests because, I would hope in a class of hero students, someone would have intervened? But everyone picked up, day one, that they're just little weirdos and let them do their own thing.

In fact, no one finds Bakugo as intimidating as Midoriya does. Literally, no one. He's loud but compliant with a self-imposed bed time. His words are violent but his hands are skilled and intentional, never reflecting the carnage he threatens. Plus, he's a big ole dork! They know he's all bark and that's why people don't react to his rampaging (based in canon if you look at the provisional license exam, culture festival, Christmas, and Deku's secret training with Tsu, Ochaco and Sero). He used to be really bothered by Class 1A's lack of reaction to his yelling. They just kinda manhandle him to put him in his place and keep it pushing (again, see also Christmas episode and culture festival arcs). But now he accepts it as they accept him and he doesn't feel the need to be so abrasive and put up as many walls.

Midoriya, of course, notices this transition. Hyper fixated on it in fact. While he's super happy that Kacchan is settling in and finding his peace, he resents (but only a teeeeny tiny little bit) Kirishima in particular thinking this change is because of their friendship which he covets. He doesn't comprehend his own impact on or inspiration for this change, however. He never gives himself enough credit.

When Midoriya went all Dark Deku, Bakugo spent exactly one day a la Bella in Twilight sitting forlorn and waiting in the dark for the idiot to return. After the first 24, he pulled his Hermione pants on and got to work on the plan of recapturing the nerd by any means necessary.

Without spoilers, Bakugo's prized possession is the All Might card they both have because AM remains to be the pinnacle for everything Bakugo hopes to accomplish. But Midoriya's prized possession and the thing he hid before everyone did room tours at Heights Alliance is a picture of him and Bakugo. No fanfare, no merch, just a picture of the two of them with a smile that goes cheek to cheek. It's what gives him strength and resolve to keep moving forward. Aoyama's totally seen it.

Midoriya knows why Bakugo goes to bed at 8:30PM. Yes, he's a sleepy little guy. But also yes, this is his private time to read his shojo romance mangas in peace. ✨ Midoriya stays abreast of his favorite stories waiting for an inevitable "!!!" text when something big happens because Bakugo can't download his... excitement? confusion? joy? with anyone else. (Technically, Kirishima is also aware of this habit, quite by accident, but Bakugo would never tell Midoriya that).

Doesn't seem like it but Bakugo totally spoils Midoriya. It's masked in the harsh way he tends to package everything but he makes it a point to always cook for him, he's really weirdly thoughtful about gifts (no special occasion required but he'll shove it in the nerd's chest), he nags to make sure Midoriya is taking care of himself, etc. When Midoriya falls asleep in random places, Bakugo is the one who covers him with a blanket, quiets the surrounding extras down and leaves him with an excruciatingly gentle thumb across his freckles.

Bakugo pays rapt attention to Midoriya's muttering. Generally, he's interested in the subject matter because he's also an overly analytical fanboy. But also, his attention will sometimes drift from appreciating Midoriya's face and fall to his lips. This is when he gets flustered and "loses his temper". Really, he's worried he got caught lacking and is pissed at himself. It'll happen again and again.

MOMENTS

Much longer series thats focused basically on their relationship so these aren't really moment moments but rather... pieces of the story.

Better in the manga, but Midoriya running into the slime villain fray was just... so momentous. Even before knowing it's impact, it was it was just so chest fluttering. Through and through, that kid has always been a hero. Quirk or not.

In retrospect, everything about the sports festival makes me want to swallow a throw pillow. From Bakugo starting to warm up to people, Bakugo being an eavesdropping little shit, Midoriya (and Aizawa) explaining Kacchan to onlookers, Bakugo unwilling to accept victory. So much of their individual personalities are laid bare but still, that unavoidable link to one another.

I hated the exam against All Might, too much tension/confrontation. But I loved when Bakugo took a hit meant for Midoriya and Midoriya subsequently powered up to sideline All Might AND recapture Bakugo's unconscious body. So on brand for them.

Midoriya still having a psychic connection with Bakugo's enigmatic ass in Kamino by sending Kirishima in for the rescue. I know that burned him up but he's so used to sacrifice.

Generally, every time Kacchan inspired the unlock of another OFA quirk because let's be so for real. Midoriya is Captain Save a Hoe when it comes to Bakugo and even simply Bakugo's honor. Like Bakugo can't defend himself.

Super Secret All Might Meeting in the gif above. It's just so comical, how different they are, but deep down they're so similar.

Dinner at the Todoroki's because that, too, was just so comical. You mean to tell me Bakugo can be considerate? He has manners? He's not always feral!?

First Shiggy Showdown, Bakugo's hero origin story revolving around his body moving to defend Midoriya just like Midoriya's revolved around him.

Bakugo risking further injury and limb to see Midoriya because that's the first thing on his mind as soon as he opened his eyes.

Super Secret All Might Training (with Tsu, Ochaco and Sero). The fact that Bakugo comes to terms with how shitty he's been but also that he cares so much about Midoriya that he can come to terms with the fact that his idol may be withholding stuff that could negatively impact his childhood friend. That reckoning when Midoriya still struggles to not put All Might on a pedestal is peak overprotective Bakugo.

Bakugo putting on his tie properly to appeal to Nezu and Endeavor about bringing Deku back in and how, just as Midoriya can speak to Bakugo's inner workings, Bakugo can speak to Midoriya's. Which is hilarious considering how they're both still pretty dense.

THE APOLOGY. No notes. Just kidding, one amendment. The apology followed by the forced bath of city rat smelling Deku, group project edition.

⚠️ Spoiler Warning through MHA Chapter 411.

The moment Bakugo takes the field against Shigaraki. He tells Best Jeanist to watch over everyone, as he knows he'll be abdicating that role, and he thinks about Midoriya. Which we now know he's been doing this whole time!?

Volume 29 manga cover.

Just as Midoriya has been a driving force for Bakugo, we see once again that Bakugo was a driving force for Midoriya with the way he absolutely loses his shit when he sees Bakugo's discarded body.

Volume 37 manga cover!

THE TELEPATHIC WAY THEY LAUNCHED BAKUGO TO ALL MIGHT'S AID. Featuring heavily: Bakugo and his Midoriya pickled mind. That success was so cathartic. But also Bakugo verbalizing what he felt he's always been hell bent on doing, looking out for Midoriya. Which again, kinda twisted but I'm interested to see how their story ends because I think we'll get some exposure to more of their background lore.

[stacksonreversebang]

Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Cherry Balm

Art by @sugareey-makes-stuff Written by @thotpuppy

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Making Out, Misunderstandings, Underage Drinking, Biting, Party Games, Idiots in Love, idiots to lovers, Mutual Pining, Background Relationships, Author pays minimal heed to canon but likes to think it's lurking beneath the surface unmentioned, Good Friend Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Meddling, Eventual Smut, smut in the final chapter, Oral Sex, Closet Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Sex, Gay Sex, Light Dom/sub, Dom/sub Undertones

Words: 7,039

Summary:

“Jackson can't stop looking at Stiles' lips. Meanwhile, Stiles gets hot all over every time he catches Jackson's eyes trained on him. It's kinda becoming a problem… until they find a solution that works for the both of them.” ----- Stiles can’t figure out why Lydia’s boyfriend Jackson won’t stop glaring at him whenever they study together. He gets it, okay? She’s off limits. Heard! If only he could convince his stupid libido that Jackson is off-limits too. Meanwhile, Jackson can’t get enough of the tall nerd Lydia keeps bringing over for study sessions. She’s his best platonic friend in the world, which is why he knows that she totally knows how hard he’s crushing on the weirdo with his long fingers and longer legs and keeps doing it to spite him. He can’t help but catch feelings, even though Stiles is totally icing him out every time they interact. It’s part of the turn on, honestly. What sort of intervention is it going to take to get these two idiots over themselves and into each other's arms? …and pants?

[oonajaeadira]

State of the WIP Address

Okay, y'all, I've been in a really weird place where I've been avoiding...pretty much a lot of stuff. Dunno if I have to talk to my doctor about upping my meds or what, but this is why I actually went on them--my depression manifests not in laziness, but avoiding things I need to do and things I actually WANT to do. Then I don't do them and it all starts building up. And then the to do pile feels insurmountable, like I'll never get to finish all these wonderful things. So I just...freeze up and roll over. Like a fainting goat. You'd think I'd be like "yay! lookit all the things to look forward to! I have years ahead of me full of things I really want to do! I should never be bored again!" But no. Can't do them Right Now? Fainting goat. It's weirdo. We've all got our weirdo and this is mine.

I only mention it here because I do State of the WIP Address to be accountable. Now, the weird thing is, I don't actually expect anyone to read these posts--they're boring and personal and totally for my own motivation. I just know myself and know if I put something out there, I'll feel bad if I don't do it and that should motivate me to actually do it.

But here's the thing....it doesn't work anymore. I'm no longer fulling for my own snake oil. The placebo has run out. If I know it's inconsequential, then my brain tricks me into thinking that I'm accountable to no one. And, in reality, it's true that I'm actually accountable to no one so the trick doesn't work.

Anyway. Welcome to Adira's brain where she finds her own thought patterns a fascinating psychological study and the lab results are inconclusive.

So I'mma try to twist the experiment a bit. Rather than list the things I know I can't get to right this second and feel bad about it, we're gonna let promises go and do it this way. It's not interesting to anyone but me and anyone who nerds out on process. But rather than listing the things I'm not working on, I'll talk about the ones I am, how it's going, what's in my craw about it, and maybe in my ramblings I'll clear the gears to start rolling again.

This isn't interesting to anyone but me unless you really wanna see how seriously I take my fic writing. Cringe if you want. I'm just being honest with myself. My fic isn't high art, but as with anything I create, I can't half-ass it either. It's "be satisfied with it on my terms" or bust.

STATE OF THE WIPS

I have one million projects happening, but these are the pieces I'm actively thinking about and working on at the moment.

SECRET SANTA Where it's at: I'm writing for someone I think is a wonderful person and want to do right by them, so the pressure's on. But at the same time, it's not. Because I know how accepting and lovely the person is and they gave me a lot of prompts and options and like a lot of the things I do and seem to like a lot of the types of things I like to write. I also know that this doesn't have to be over-complicated, that I can write my heart and it will please both of us. While I haven't actually opened up a doc to start, I know that it's the type of thing that if I have a little uninterrupted block of time, I can just sit down and it will flow. I won't say much about it here, but I will say that while it can 100% be read as standalone, it hits on a character/series I'm currently writing and acts as a kind of prequel, a reason for loving the reader as he does. It's something that is kind of missing in the planned series and I think this would be a nice opportunity to explore it before moving forward (and maybe helping propel that series a little) while also touching on one of the characters my giftee likes, a genre they are interested in that I hadn't considered with this character, and it will have a tone I think they'll appreciate. So while it's for them and being written with their likes in mind, I thank them, because it's also a little gift for me and my yearnings. What's stopping me: Time constraints and general anxiety.

TROPE FIC: MODERN DOM!PERO Where it's at: This one got a little sloppy and I'm working on it. I've been following @max--phillips' entries about what defines certain types of kinks and while my thoughts on dom!Pero started as true dom, they swung wrong when I started working on this, and now I'm just thinking myself back to the definition of dominant. And while I may still be missing the mark, it's helping me to think more about how I want to explore and frame this dynamic. It's also giving me a little trouble in that it's not coming out chronologically which causes me to waste time jumping around and retrofitting things. What's stopping me: I put this one on hold to start prioritizing the Secret Santa piece.

TROPE FIC: SEX POLLEN!OBERYN Where it's at: This piece is flowing chronologically. It's going to be longer than I anticipated and the first draft is about 1/3 done. I already know that after the first draft I'll have to do some shaping and I think maybe I got overwhelmed with the task I set for myself and that triggered my avoidance. I know where it's going, I'm excited for it, it will flow easily if I let it, I just have to do it! What's stopping me: I put this one on hold because I got distracted by tasty Pero thoughts. I blame @perotovar for the thots, but not the stopping. That's all on me.

TROPE FIC: ALPHA!JAVI Where it's at: I'm about 1/2 done with the first draft. Again, this one will be longer (and also more angsty) than I anticipated. I love love love where it's going though and reader and Javi's history is beautiful and sad and complex; I really love that half. I'm just now switching into the modern day section of it and have to make a few decisions about how I actually want it to go. My mind is over-complicating the story and I'm trying to wrestle it down a softer path. What's stopping me: I got distracted by the Oberyn story which is why this one's on hold and now this is all Inceptioning on itself.

GOOD. THINGS. TAKE. TIME. Where it's at: The asks are all sorted, there are only a few more sessions left before chapter 4. I just have to write it. What's stopping me: Here's the thing about PATS. If I was out for notes, I'd be pounding on this series, because it's my most popular one. But... really, I'm just here to dream up stories I like to tell. I put PATS down not consciously and not because I don't love him, but I got excited by other ideas. I want to finish it because I don't like having a bunch of unfinished projects lying around, but I also don't want that to be my #1 motivator for writing him. I want to enjoy it. I did enjoy putting the latest installment out, but I also don't feel like I'm letting anyone down if I don't hurry it, just because engagement is low. Again, I'm not here for the notes, I truly love the connection and the squeeing and sharing a yearn. We're all so busy now that it's tough to get to everything and the mutual timing is a bit off. That's okay. It's planned out, it'll get done, I just have to do it when I'm feeling it.

LEAVE OFF YOUR WANDERING: WINTER Where it's at: Finished plan. Yet to begin writing. What's stopping me: I was wrestling with this one for a bit because I had two directions it could go--soft and fluffy without much meat, or weaving all the details together and serving a story that gets rather dark, a little sad, and serves as a fix it. On one hand, I felt like I would be betraying readers by not keeping the euphoric escape. But I would also feel like I built this whole backstory that needed to manifest itself in a test for Joel and Meadowlark, as well as the fact that--other than backstories--there hasn't been any canon hardship or violence displayed. It's like I'm missing a huge chunk of who Joel and Meadowlark are. In the end, that's where the story wants to go, so I'm going there. And I have to not think about what anyone else wants, just me. Not just for selfish reasons, but I know that's when I do my best. It doesn't mean there won't still be fluff and a happy ending. It just means I have to write darkness and perhaps it will serve me better to do it in the season in which it takes place.

[summersmithlatinxgyatt]

A little corny but cute Summer x Nancy date scene:

Summer and Nancy are in Summer's room. She decides to cuddle up during it with Nancy.

"This is so warm", Summer whispers to Nancy, holding the blanket over them.

"You know, our body releases heat metabolic processes. Thermal equilibrium also helps with-"

"Nerd alert!". Summer cuts her off, giggling to herself. "Sorry, I couldn't help it"

Nancy squirms a bit and looks down. "Y-Yeah, I can't either, sorry..."

Summer moves closer, putting her head on her shoulder. "I'm just teasing you. Come on, I hang out my nerd grandpa who spends all day making weirdo tech. Besides, I noticed you've been talking like that more". Summer gently strokes Nancy's cheek with her palm.

Nancy forms a weak grin. "I...I feel safer around you now. Even if I sound like a total robot".

"Really?". Summer puts her head on Nancy's shoulder, looking up at her with a smile. "Why don't you tell me the science behind our relationship? Never heard that explained before".

Nancy blushes, the two of them bonded closer than ever. As Nancy decides to geek out, Summer listens while cuddled closer. She wanted to let her talk however she wanted, knowing it would make her safer and happier

I just wanted to get the idea out. I feel like Nancy is a hyperbolic parallel of Summer's inner geek. Summer is very much a nerd 🤓, it only comes out to correct others. I imagine Nancy geeks out more around her and she just loves to hear her go on...and ofc that they've made up from when Summer was mean.

I love Summer x Nancy and Summer x Tricia watch one day I'm gonna ship all three

[davenswitcher]

So this idea has been dancing around in my head all morning now:

Song recommendation:

Possibly or most certainly OOC. I try to keep Tav GN here but is female coded.

My Tav is a woodelf druid. She has red-ish brown hair with some gray to give it more depth. The hair is shoulder length. Her eyes have a green eye shadow and some birds tattooed on her face. Her look is fierce with a hint of arrogance (she's an elf duh). I didn't take many screenshots of my Tav so here's an old one.

Tav and Astarion are just friends and are in the middle of the shadow cursed lands. The night of seduction and desire hasn't happened. One evening in their camp most of them are gathered around the fire eating dinner and conversing. Tav sits next to Astarion of course her back leaning on his shoulder and his left arm wrapped around their middle to give them stability (surely no other intention). Suddenly, Lae'zel speaks up seeing you both: "can you both just fuck already? The tension around you both is nauseating. "

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Just Friends...?

It had been a long day. Fighting shadow creatures, finding Arabella and her dead parents and giving this so called doctor a taste of his own medicine by making his staff kill him.

Tav thought this whole adventure couldn't get any worse on her psyche but this gloomy atmosphere isn't really helping and telling a literal kid that it's an orphan now was the final blow for today.

Karlach is the one to set up the camp fire today while Gale and Wyll prepare dinner. Wyll volunteered to help Gale so they don't have to survive on JUST stew. It's easier, sure, but there are better ways to nourish a camp. Lae'zel is sharpening her weapons while keeping an eye on Shadowheart. Astarion is sat at his tent reading some kind of Sherlock Holmes story. Tav never thought he'd be the kind of person to enjoy such a story but now's not the time to nerd out with their bestie.

After telling Arabella about the fate of her parents, Tav trudges to their tent. Tired and disheartened they meditate to regain some strength and composure before dinner. To their surprise it's not working and the tears just won't stop flowing. Tav expertly stifles a sob and tries to calm themself by breathing in and out deeply. With every shaky breath Tav breathes they calm down.

Gale: "So, dinner is finally ready!" He exclaimed loudly, so the entire camp hears and nobody can complain if they're too late.

The merry band of weirdos gathers around the fireplace. Four logs are placed around the fireplace. Lae'zel and Shadowheart sit opposite Tav and Astarion. Karlach sits with Wyll and owlbear. Scratch is playing with a huge stick he found. Gale and Halsin sit on the remaining log.

Tav sits with their back against Astarions left shoulder and he has his arm wrapped around their middle. Everybody is conversing with one another. Meanwhile Tav is absent-mindly trailing their fingers along Astarions arm. It's more soothing to them than to him as he either doesn't care or is too wrapped up in the discussion with Gale and trying to convince Gale he's wrong.

Suddenly, Lae'zel speaks up seeing Tav being all cozy: "Can you two just fuck already? The tension around you both is nauseating. " The others look at Tav and Astarion amused, finally something else happening that isn't near death experiences. Confused Tav replies: " We? Fuck? We're just friends." They laugh nervously. "Just because we're friends doesn't mean we can't be nice to each other." Lae'zel is silent. Shadowheart raises an eyebrow and adds: "Really? The way you're so cuddled against him says otherwise."

Tav looks to Astarion. He's noticeably annoyed and has to hold back a laugh.

Astarion: "Well, same goes for you two too then. Or are you already sharing blissful nights in each others arms this whole time? I'm shocked (no, he's not Tav thought. Quite the opposite. He's amused) and nobody thought about sharing the news. Pity."

The next day is compared to the day before very quiet and not much of an adventure. The adventurers are just exploring Reithwin Town and enter a pub. Tav sat down at the bar trying not to drink whatever liquid this grotesque proprietor poured into the mug while sharing stories of the adventures they had. Tav seemed less melancholic today but it seems something else is eating away their attention.

After this encounter the adventurers head back to camp exhausted. The shadow curse is getting to them all it seems.

Astarion was in his tent reading as usual as suddenly Tav enters without asking.

"Haven't your parents taught you it's impolite to enter someone else's space without asking? What if I was laying here naked jerking off?" Astarion says with a hint of mischief and annoyance.

Tav: "Sorry, I need to talk to you about yesterday a-and in general." Astarion senses Tavs nervousness and softens. Tav sits down cross legged in front of him.

"Do you think Lae'zel is right? About us? I mean- You know- I thought- ugh.. I don't know."

Astarion never thought he'd ever see the leader and his best friend at such a loss of words. "Do *you* think she's right?" He responds. "I mean you haven't fancied anybody else yet, have you? Have you seen how the wizard looks at you? Or the famous blade of frontiers. He'd love to sheath his *sword* into you. Or would you rather-" He looks at Tav with his famous seductive look and notices them blushing heavily. "Oh, my my. I think you just answered your question subconsciously." His voice. Smooth, sultry and Gods was he always so handsome?

At his remark Tav looks away shyly. Astarion sits down closer to Tav, careful not to push them to much and takes a hand in his rubbing a thumb against their knuckles in an attempt to sooth them.

Tav looks up into his eyes and feels her heartbeat quicken and breaths nervously. They stare into each others eyes what feels like hours until he moves up to her slowly, starting to kiss them. Tav let's out a small, shivered moan.

The kiss starts slow, tender. Occasionally, touching their tongues and biting their lips softly. In an attempt to deepen the kiss, Astarion lifts Tav into his lap. Tav cradles his hips with their legs. They continue to kiss heavier and fervently only their moans fill the silence around them.

After what feels like hours they break the kiss. Tav says breathlessly: "So, I guess we're not just friends."

This one-shot really blew out of proportion 😅 From Tav and Astarion confront their feelings to my Tav is in dire need of affection. My idea started out not this melancholic and having Lae'zel just bluntly confront the frie- ahem lovebirds. So since I'm a sucker for world building and such I tried to keep it short and get straight into the feels at some point, so apologies for the lack of conversations in this. It's my first real drabble in this and needed to get it out of my system 😅

[baldurspeen69420]

Follow-up question about Byron, your dashing sailor! How does he feel about his new traveling companions? How do they fit into his grand new adventure?

You're awesome, thank you for facilitating my nerd-out session.

Byron is going to be traveling with Shadowheart, Lae'zel, and Astarion for his adventure (I like to keep one consistent group, Gale, Wyll, and Karlach are going to be my squad for playthrough 2 though!).

After growing up with infernal heritage and spending years with various crews and shipmates, I think Byron has a soft spot for outcasts and misfits.

He respects Lae'zel for guiding them through the Nautiloid and can see past her brusque demeanor (he worked with /sailors/ after all, not always polite company). He knows people have a lot more to them than what meets the eye, but also woman who swing sword good is always a valuable asset to a team. That being said, while there are some things he can overlook, he won't take all of her shit talk. I'm hoping they'll reach a mutual respect and friendship over the course of their journey!

After saving Shadowheart on the ship, the two already have a decent foundation of respect. You watch out for me, I'll watch out for you. He minds her privacy and values her input. The Shar reveal was a bit of a shock, but fuck it, they've come this far together and Byron has seen stranger things. Her faith is her own and they're working towards a common goal, welcome aboard. While he doesn't get the Shar allegiance thing, he's open to understanding Shadowheart and perhaps eventually show her she has other options, people who care for her besides a Goddess who wants to plunge the world into darkness. Basically, he'll be there for her when things fall apart as a shoulder to lean on. She's crew, and loyalty is everything.

Astarion's the wild card here, of all people. I think Byron can't quite get a beat on him like Shadow or Lae and that intrigues him. He's also a man who values freedom and independence, so when Astarion reveals his *tragic past* Byron empathizes strongly and that's what seals the deal. Astarion's part of his team and he owes it to him to see Cazador brought down. The two butt heads at times about personal philosophy. Byron isn't a fan of using the tadpole but understands why Astarion wants to, just as he understands why Astarion sees the acquisition of power as a virtue (though he vehemently disagrees). He also keeps his vampire spawn friend's most chaotic impulses in check, unless the situation calls for a less measured approach. I like to think they understand each other even if they don't always agree, and Byron genuinely thinks Astarion is very funny so that helps. The casual flirting doesn't hurt his ego either . . . And Astarion isn't exactly a bad looking man by any stretch. Why turn down a "night of fun", really? Where that night goes is yet to be seen.

Basically, I want to take this ragtag group of weirdos and show them the world and its people can be good and decent. I do worry about Byron's bend toward heroism alienating them in the beginning, but I think I can do party politics well enough to keep everyone on board. I love these three because I'm so excited to see their plotlines develop them for the better and I think they make such an entertaining group together.

[plaindangan]

Maki and Tsumugi have been cornered by a group of near identical girls. Black hair, white shirts, brown skirts, and hyper Futa cocks. These were the Mukuro fan girls looking to gang bang a “Mumu variant” in Maki and to absolutely violate Tsumugi.

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"Join us..."

"Join us..."

"Join us..."

"Join us..."

Who the actual fuck were these girls? Yeah, they looked like Mukuro...but why the fuck were they here? Maki was busy just trying to, for the umpteenth, time to get Tsumugi to stop trying to recruit her for her stupid cosplays again. So much so that she tried to lose the nerd by cutting through some alleyways...

Unfortunately, one of the corners they crossed was literally filled with a group of these weirdos who were dressed up as that Mukuro girl. While Maki might admire the freckled soldier, being surrounded by some weirds stans trying to get both geek and assassin to join them was not on the tables for today.

"Do you guys want to die? I'm having a real bad day, so if you don't back off, you'll be leaving with less members than usual." Maki threatened and even raised a knife for good measure. Normally, for people that weren't crazy, this might get some to back off...

Unfortunately, these fangirls were the opposite. They instead looked pleased and even began to gush in pride at Maki.

"Please, join us~"

"So much...potential."

"Join us, sister~"

"Join us!!!"

"Wh-HEY!! Stop looking so happy about that! I swear I'm gonna-..." Maki's eyes widened as she felt something...sturdy hit the back of her skirt. "...What's touching my skirt?...And what's that smell?" She turned around and found herself staring down one of the fangirls. Skirt down down and thick. pointed dick out - and she wouldn't be the only one. The other Mukuro's joined in and had their, juicy, succulent, strong smelling, addictive cocks pointed all about Maki.

"We can make it worth your while...what do you say?~"

"..." Gradually, Maki's eyes were looking between all that dickmeat, and looking very, very, very, tempted by the offer. Maybe just a...no! Shaking her head, Maki turned to Tsumugi, intending on using her as support for leaving.

"C'mon, Tsumugi, we're...oh for fucks sake!!!" she yelled, looking very annoyed. Between Maki and her getting separated, by the fangirls, Tsumugi had taken to taking the girls up on the offer pretty quick. Quick changing into a similar outfit to said Mukuro's and wig too, Tsumugi was looking like like a curvy Ikusaba - perfect to being bred like she was now as Maki saw her moaning ever so sluttily from one Mukuro hugging her from behind and fucking her right in front of the assasion, while her cohorts saw fit to grope at the cosplayer's fat tits and kiss her up all over her body. Easily, acquiring another of their number just like that~

And with her companion down for the count, Maki was left to turn back to more expecting, eager looking, Mukuro's who were very much staring at her ass...and promptly sighed. Well if you can't threaten them:

Might as well fuck 'em~

So that's how that afternoon Maki found a new group of pals to hang out with. Pals that always ripped away her clothing for a much smaller copy of the Mukuro outfit (quite the smaller one, especially in skirt size~) and seemed to enjoy having a phat ass tsudere clap her her meaty buns and ride their cocks to the point of just NEEDING to fill her up with faux Mukuro spunk, but still new pals regardless. And what better way for Maki to help out some new friends than be joining Tsumugi in essentially being recruiters for such a fan club as well!

Because what better way to hook someone in than by using not just one slutty Mukuro, but two~

[sephiratales]

BG3 brainrot (may have spoilers)

Sometimes, I like that my ocs live the adventure together. My paladin Selene is the first protagonist, meeting all the companions, helping them and offering camp. But Sinrane survived also the crash, but was caught by bandits who then are in the ruins. And of course, it was a terribly bad idea to lock up a former Lolth worshipper drown in a cage underground surrounded by darkness. Especially when the drow is capable of everything to survive.

No need to say that Selene met Sinrane on a top of corpses, not the best first impression. But except for Wyll, the others think it might be a good idea to have her in their group of weirdos. Selene is weary, but Sinrane opens door without a drop of blood, only just a threatening look... And simply being a drow, Selene can feel her pain.

Of course they don't really trust each other during Act I. Sinrane fears Selene's oath might turn her blade against her. Selene fears Sinrane could betray them for her own survival.

They both learn to have more colors in the view of their world. Sinrane feeling proud when Selene stand by her side and both standing against Kagha. Selene seeing the drow making fun faces at the tiefling children, life is not in black and white, good versus evil.

They become closer, not really friends but not far. Selene sees the change when Sinrane sighs loudly when the elf and Gale talk about nerd books. Selene sees how Sinrane looks at Karlach, wants to hold her but take her hand away. She screams of happiness when they can finally both kiss. A little respite until Launë arrives, breaking the thin equilibrium.

Oh course, he doesn't understand why Sinrane is so pissed to see him, he doesn't remember her. But Sinrane remembers too well, her scar on her neck remembers too. But his brother is so charming, nice and kind now; she can't fight him. She can create a wall and hiss at everyone who want to destroy it. She hopes her brother won't follow, but life is a little shit sometime.

Sorry for my rant, need to get it out

[mirllop]

a fic hotpot?? hehe, don't mind if i do~

i hope you don't mind the direction i took it! i left it open-ended too, does anyone else want to add to the hotpot? :)

TO THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR: i really loved the concepts in the original fic! thank you for writing this awesome piece and leaving it open for us to add to 😊 ❤️ as a little note, I did take liberty with the timeline. I placed them back in class 1-A (in the fic above, you implied that they were 2-A) and I edited the four months thing to eight months. I'm so sorry! I hope you don't mind. It just worked better for what I had in mind.

•• –– ••

Those stupid extras, playing that stupid prank on him. Why did it matter, anyway? But the pit in his stomach kept growing.

Hmph. He was just looking out for Deku. As a future hero, you couldn't just choose anyone to date. The media would be all over it. Yeah. He was just protecting the image of class 1-A.

Everyone was still staring at him as he boiled his own personal stew of rage, anxiety, and nausea. "What the fuck are you all staring at?" He growled, the threat of explosions making the bystanders turn their heads away.

"K-Kacchan?" Wide green eyes found his, filled with worry and... was that fucking pity? Better not be, you damn nerd.

"Hmph."

––

Maybe stomping away and leaving Deku's question open-ended wasn't the greatest option, because everyone was whispering at lunch. And unfortunately, his go-to "Shut the fuck up, all of you," wasn't working.

"Bakubro, what happened this morning? Mina said ––" Kirishima started, glancing warily at his explosion-prone hands.

"You think you can trust a single thing that bitch says?"

Kirishima shrugged. She is our friend, were the unspoken words.

Kaminari looked at his tray and muttered, "She told him Midoriya was dating someone from another class... and he freaked out."

"Shut the hell up, Dunce Face," Bakugou popped a few explosions off.

"Do you maybe think you're overreacting, Bakugou?" Kirishima ventured. He'd always been the one to stand up to Bakugou, to say what was on his mind, to offer that helping hand despite it always being slapped away.

"No! It's fucking Deku! He can't just date––" Bakugou cut himself off, realizing his next words would probably be disastrous. "––some random extra. Plus, that isn't even the fucking point. Racoon Eyes lied." When everyone stared at him confused, he stood up with his tray. "This is pointless. Fuck off."

He knew what he was doing, dammit.

––

"Kacchan?" A knocking at his door pulled him out of his mathematics tunnel vision. "Kacch––"

"What the fuck do you want?"

"Can I come in?"

"No."

A distant chorus of laughter echoed from the downstairs common room, and it sure as hell felt like the universe was aiming those laughs right at him. What a dumb predicament.

"Please? I just want to talk to you. About earlier, I––"

"Go. Away."

"Then I'll just say what I have to say out here." Oh, great. His determined voice. Now Bakugou really wasn't escaping this nerd's rambling. "I... please don't get mad at me for saying what I'm about to say. I care about you, but... you can't control who I date. If I found someone from another class, why would it matter?" He paused. Bakugou gave no response. "I'm sorry Mina played that prank on you. I really had nothing to do with it and would have told her it was a bad idea."

"Are you done?"

"Kacchan. Please. I'm trying. Can you try? I know you're capable."

Silence. Bakugou didn't know how to respond to that. Despite his anger, Bakugou could recognize the logic. And he fucking hated that Deku actually sounded right.

"Fine. It was dumb. There, you happy?" He growled.

"Thank you, Kacchan," Izuku murmured. The fragility in that voice...

"You don't have to keep standing there like a weirdo-creep. Just come in already."

His untouched math homework lay mocking him. Oh, screw you.

The green-haired boy crept in and sat on the floor. Bakugou noticed that he didn't even take two steps inside the space. He was scared. The explosive blond sneered in annoyance.

A few moments of silence blanketed them uncomfortably before Midoriya spoke. "Why did it bother you so much to hear I was dating someone?"

"Fuck off. Don't make me kick you out."

"Kacchan."

Katsuki refused to look at him. "It's just... I don't know. I don't like the thought of you dating some extra." He mumbled.

"O-oh," Midoriya mumbled after a few seconds ticked by. "I just thought you were angry, you know, because you hate new people in your life, and––"

"Stop rambling. It–– they wouldn't... deserve you." His rough voice traveled through the small space and needled itself directly into Izuku's heart. Shiny rays of hope wove through him–– and old shoots of hope, ones he had uprooted so desperately out of self-preservation a long time ago, stirred.

Something Bakugou had said earlier struck him suddenly. Some random bitch you couldn't have even known longer than eight fucking months? What the fuck, Deku?"

The only person he'd known here more than eight months was him.

"Y-You mentioned time as a factor. Kacchan, did you... you just seemed so angry. Who would I date that I've known longer than––"

"Get out. GET OUT."

"Just talk to me, Kacchan!"

Pop. Pop. Warning explosions lit up in Bakugou's palms, familiar reminders of what the warrior could do. "Get the fuck out of my room right now."

And while Bakugou usually existed in a constant state of varying degrees of anger, this outburst was not like his usual outbursts. It was hotter. Wilder. Ready to devour and burn anyone who came close.

Midoriya knew he'd lost. The door that had opened was now firmly closing shut. All he had wanted was to build a bridge, but the raging fire on the other side had set it ablaze the minute he tried to set in a support beam.

An empty, sickened feeling filled him.

He hauled himself to his feet, muscles aching in protest. Turned his back and stepped through the door.

Red eyes watched as he closed it behind him.

Fic hotpot-(unfinished, add to it if ya want)

In which Mina is a fucking bitch(and Katsuki loves her for it)

“Morning, Bakubabe!”

Mina’s here early, Katsuki thinks. The first one to make it into class, only after Katsuki himself.

Weird. Usually its Izuku walking in a few minutes after Katsuki, with Mina dashing in with seconds to spare before class starts.

The mischievous glint in her eye makes the hairs on the back of his neck rise up like a cat. She’s fucking up to something, as usual. Goddamnit.

It doesn’t take long for Katsuki to figure out what.

His ears manage to drown out her mindless chatter until a certain set of words cut like a knife through his consciousness, throwing him backward and reeling, trying to catch up.

His eyes go wide.

“Wait-fucking-what?”

“Huh?-wait. He seriously didn’t tell you? I heard from Shira-san in 1-A last night that her and Midoriya were dating! Isn’t that just the cutest!” The bitch has the nerve to clasp her hands together and sigh like a lovesick school girl. Katsuki barely even notices.

“He fucking-he, he’s fucking dating someone? What the fuck?” Katsuki’s breathing stutters, his mind swimming with so many thoughts, so many feelings he couldn’t understand, couldn’t place, couldn’t-what the fuck.

What the fuck.

What the FUCK.

Mina is staring at him with her beady fucking eyes, with the biggest shittiest grin he’d ever seen on the girl.

He could care less in the face of his sudden panic.

“Good morning Kacc-oh! Morning Mina! You’re here early!” Izuku walks in then and has the balls to act normal. As if he wasn’t fucking dating someone right in front of him.

What the fuck.

Katsuki abruptly stands, shoving his desk away, just because it seems like the right thing to do in the situation. He’s stalking up and staring Izuku down with the fire of a thousand suns before he even knows what’s happening.

“You’re fucking DATING someone? What the actual FUCK?! I-what-fucking- what the goddamn everloving fuck? Some goddamn extra from 1A? What the fuck? You’re really so fucking horny you’d settle for some random bitch you couldn’t have even known longer than four fucking months? What the fuck, Deku?” Katsuki is seething, barking his grievances in Izuku’s face with all the restraint of a rabid dog. If his vision hadn’t tunneled so badly in the moment he might have seen Mina staring at the two of them with a look of absolute unhinged joy.

Deku has the gall to look confused.

“I-Kacchan-what? I’m not-who-wha-“

“Fucking Shira-bitch? Are you fucking kidding me? Gonna lie right to my fucking face? How fucking long, Deku?”

“Shira-who? Kacchan i dont-I’m not dating anyone. I don’t even- there is no-who is Shira-san?” De-Izuku has the audacity to look confused at Katsuki’s accusations. Not a hint of dishonesty marring the green haired boy’s stupid features.

The realization smacks him right across the face.

Oh no.

Oh fuck.

This fucking BITCH.

“YOU!”

Katsuki whirls around on the alien bitch and Mina yelps, moving to dodge from one of his explosions, barely managing to escape with a bit of fringed hair before Izuku grabs his arms from behind and holds him in place with blackwhip.

“Kacchan, stop!”

“What the f-that fucking bitch told me you were dating fucking Shira-cunt! Ashido you stupid bitch! I’m gonna melt your fucking shitty stumps right off your goddamn head!”

“KACCHAN! Why would it even matter if i was dating someone! It was just a prank! There isn’t even a Shira-chan in class 1A! Calm down!”

And-didn’t that hit him like a sack of bricks. He deflates in record time and something searing hot settles in the pit of his stomach.

Katsuki feels nauseous.

[lowtaxsa]

Something Awful: 1999-2000

Ah, the history of Something Awful, a tale so mind-numbingly boring that I'm pretty sure it's been used as a torture technique. But hey, you asked for it, so buckle up for a wild ride through the life and times of a snarky, dead internet guy who clearly never got over his grudges.

Before SA, I slaved away at Gamespy and ran Planet Quake. Working there started off cool, but it quickly devolved into a swirling vortex of misery. The CEO, Mark Surfas, tried to turn his band of underpaid nerds into a real company but had the managerial skills of a drunken raccoon.

They employed meatheads like Sal "Sluggo" Accardo, who was about as helpful as a sunburn, and Darren "Dakota" Tabor, a backstabbing weasel. They made me work insane hours, and when I hit their idiotic milestones, my reward was a cheap backpack and an MP3 player I sold for a measly $20. Thanks for nothing, guys!

I eventually stopped caring and ended up working with LadyICE, an ancient hag who was so useless that I'm pretty sure she was cursed by a witch. After I mocked her incompetence in a Cranky Steve update, she tattled on me like a whiny child, and Darren forced me to sign some shady documents that got me fired. Good riddance.

With no job, I focused on SA, and our first tech guy was Cozmo, who I met on a Quake 2 server. He helped set up the early SA site, which had a design so terrible that it looked like someone vomited up Halloween decorations. The forums started slow, but it attracted a motley crew of weirdos who somehow found our little corner of the internet appealing. Go figure.

The early 2000s were the wild west of the dot-com bubble, where people made absurd amounts of money by doing practically nothing. I, however, missed that boat and ended up on the sinking ship that was the Gamefan Network. They never paid me a dime, and I got roped into cleaning up Billy "Wicked" Wilson's messes on Voodoo Extreme. He was a talented guy with a head full of bees, but he sadly passed away due to liver damage.

Then, I jumped onto the Backbeat Media Network, which was like being the awkward goth kid at a prep school – we didn't fit in at all. But at least they were nice, unlike eFront.

I joined eFront, hoping they'd be better, but it was like jumping out of the frying pan and into the fire. They promised checks that never came, and I was desperate for the money they owed me. Greg Panos, their web relations guy, convinced me to work for them full-time. It was like making a deal with the devil, except the devil was an incompetent buffoon.

The entire eFront debacle was a disaster, and to make matters worse, Gabe from Penny Arcade started a petty crusade against me, claiming I profited from eFront's collapse. That guy had the intelligence of a moldy sponge, and I carried a grudge against him for ages. But hey, at least Tycho was cool.

Here's a fun story about eFront: Kevin "Fragmaster" Bowen stole a chair from them when he quit. Why? No one knows. It's like trying to understand the motivations of a feral raccoon.

By early 2001, I was completely over the whole network thing. But hey, at least I had some entertaining stories to tell, right? So, that's the not-so-glorious history of SA, as told by a bitter, sarcastic ghost who's still clinging to his grudges from beyond the grave. What a life, huh?

As I look back on the twisted, bizarre, and sometimes hilarious history of Something Awful, I can't help but feel a pang of unease. The early days of the internet were rife with chaos, colorful characters, and more than a few facepalm-inducing misadventures. But as the dust has settled and we've all grown older and wiser (well, maybe not all of us), I've come to realize that there's a darker side to this tale.

The internet has transformed into a breeding ground for unscrupulous businesses and manipulative advertising practices. No longer is it simply a collection of misfits and oddballs – it's become a sprawling marketplace where data is bought and sold, and where the almighty dollar reigns supreme.

Consider the world of online advertising: a parasitic landscape where companies feed on your every click and view, milking you for all you're worth. My own experience with these vultures is a testament to their ruthlessness, as they withheld my hard-earned money, forcing me to struggle while they cashed in on my misery. It's a cautionary tale, a stark reminder of the predatory nature of this digital realm.

And what of the current state of YouTube? Once a haven for homegrown content and genuine creativity, it's now become a soulless behemoth, churning out a never-ending stream of insipid clickbait and mind-numbing "challenges." The platform has been overrun by money-hungry creators and advertisers, all vying for your precious time and attention, only to leave you feeling empty and unsatisfied.

It's time for us to take a stand, to recognize the dangerous path we're treading. The internet was once a glorious, untamed wilderness, filled with boundless potential and a sense of wonder. But now, as we hurtle headlong into a world dominated by corporate interests and a relentless pursuit of profit, we must ask ourselves: is this really the future we want?

So let this be a dire warning, a clarion call to those who value the true spirit of the internet. It's up to us to resist the encroaching tide of greed and manipulation, to carve out a space where creativity and genuine connection can still flourish. We must never forget the lessons of the past, for they are the keys to unlocking a brighter, more authentic future.

As for me, I'll continue to raise a sarcastic, mean-spirited toast to the memories, the grudges, and the bizarre collection of misfits who made my time on the internet a wild, unforgettable ride. Rest in peace, Lowtax. You may be gone, but your legacy lives on – a stark reminder of the perils and pitfalls that lurk in the darkest corners of cyberspace.

[baekhvuns]

Suddenly I can't see, Champions League whoooo? Premier League only 🤗 (not to confuse with Prison League). Wow the racism and xenophobia coming from PSG fans? I shouldn't be shocked though...

Kylian M🍙pe 💞 please I'm having throwbacks to all the football x kpop tweets

London is blue WHERE? 🧐 Tottenham is the only blue team that can maaaaaaybe do something, but let's be honest here ajshjahanajajshsh Kane better not act up, you'll not redeem yourself no matter what!

Name dropping the weirdos who try to force you to write for others members would be justice! I'd write their names in my Death Note. Also over 4k notes for Bodyguard 🤧😳

I'm just build different, what can I say? My body consists of coffee, tea and juice

20 years from How to Lose a Guy SICK. Hold on Baeksy, of course I'm choosing Seonghwa above everyone he's off limits, at this point he might be a fictional character, he's U N R E A L. I got "silent glare" on that anger quiz, lmao I'm definitely not silent when I'm maaaad

SM is reaching lower and lower. Chris Lee is bad, so is LSM, the tax evasion, the creepy behaviour? The apple doesn't fall from the tree...and the Karina thing? Oddddd. And the plot thickens, the fuckkkk is going on in that company. But also that's all it took to coax them, signed photos?! And now Hybe? Honestly I fucking hate Hybe for trying to monopolise everything. Speaking of awful men. It's not like he wasn't behind the scenes of everything anyway. At least JYPE did something good and donated money to Turkey and Syria.

So if you're in fact Taeyong, please share some of your wardrobe with me. Juseyo 🙏🏻🤲🏻

I'm glad I could help inspire you, now you need to remember not to slander nor tease me anymore! Tamino's voice is really strong and raw, not polished, but also so perfect? He's hypnotising for sure. I've waited so long for new music from him. Brown and emerald as a person?! Wow what a comparison. He's definitely giving Jeff Buckley vibes. I saw that Maddox is following Tamino on insta 👀 Btw Habibi, do you know Sevdaliza? She has a lot of songs, they're very haunting, but also chill. I'd love to see her collab with FKA twigs, it's been my dream for a while. Anyway she's a goddess for sure.

Baby baby baby

Bestieeee Seonghwa playing Animal Crossing is so on brand it's such a Hwa thing, he's so endearing 🤧 I neeeed a cute nerd Hwa fic, I'll die if someone doesn't write it

Live action HTTYD...? I- if Hwa isn't Toothless idc

Oooohhh, hopefully I survive until you finish the Yunho fic, I'll be jet lagged for a week kdjsjsjshahshshs.

Euro Tinys who love black hair in shambles because of HJ and MG (tho idk what's going on with Joong's hair and I'm not a fan of chopped hair Mingi). Also absolutely NOT mad that Ateez are in my continent while I'm flying out on Sunday HA HA HA HA 😆😆😆😆 and that most of my friends and mutuals are going to perceive Seonghwa again 😂😂😂😂

And fucking hell, so many fansites and Korean stans begging for VIP tickets, taking opportunities from those who can't see Atz every week, only to take their dumb photos. GET A JOB!

Ohhhh tea the list should be longer tho

Hwa said "everything is about me" as he should! Extrovert Seonghwa

I refuse to look at any concert videos, but I accidentally saw this and Cyberpunk. He looked good, but I do have to say, he hit more with blonde hair, just looked more otherworldly to me, the light hair was such a nice contrast 🙄 - DV 💖

hi hello!!

Suddenly I can't see, Champions League whoooo? Premier League only 🤗 (not to confuse with Prison League). Wow the racism and xenophobia coming from PSG fans? I shouldn't be shocked though... //// Kylian M🍙pe 💞 please I'm having throwbacks to all the football x kpop tweets

LMFAOOOO HEY AT LEAST THEY MADE IT TO THE FIFA CLUB FINAL JVSNDBDKC premier league v mancity atp 😭😭 kane on his way to single-handedly destroy arsenal <33 every time i think the french fans can’t be this bad, i always get shown the worse 😭😭😭 LMFAOOOO DBWHDKWH kylian m🍙pe more like kylian the ninja turtle 😭😭😭😭 kpop x football the best type of collab, recently saw a messi fancam w gee as the bgm 😭😭 the varane ass thing TOPS EVERYTHING but this, hold on now

London is blue WHERE? 🧐 Tottenham is the only blue team that can maaaaaaybe do something, but let's be honest here ajshjahanajajshsh Kane better not act up, you'll not redeem yourself no matter what! //// Name dropping the weirdos who try to force you to write for others members would be justice! I'd write their names in my Death Note. Also over 4k notes for Bodyguard 🤧😳

ITS GONNA BE WITH THE WAY ARSENALS DROPPING POINYS FVENDBD NO BC TOTTENHAM HAS BEEN CREEPING UP ON THE LIST,, mancity about to get the juventus treatment 🥰😭😭 still hoping for a blue london,, maybe chelsea w enzo and the kaka lookalike can,, hearing rumours about zidane and or pep x psg!!! which means perhaps a tuchel return!! WAITING!!! kane’s redemption arc is already ON ITS WAYYY THEIR AWAY GAMES POINTS ARE PRETTY HIGH ,,, will compile list for u the next time someone does it <3 im sorry4 WHAAT??

I'm just build different, what can I say? My body consists of coffee, tea and juice //// 20 years from How to Lose a Guy SICK. Hold on Baeksy, of course I'm choosing Seonghwa above everyone he's off limits, at this point he might be a fictional character, he's U N R E A L. I got "silent glare" on that anger quiz, lmao I'm definitely not silent when I'm maaaad

u know they say we are like 70% water but it just, 70% coffee juice and tea,,, ur blood is sweet? but then bitter from coffee? DO U HAVE PROBLEMS WITH MOSQUITOES I THINK WE FOUND A REASON,, 20 YEARS IS CRAZY, rewatched it last night and can’t stop thinking who will suit it the best, NOT EVEN SOOHYUK?? 😯😯 ur right, he’s so unreal HOW did u handle seeing hIM I JUST KNOW HE IS PORELESS,, JDVWKDHXK MAYBE THIS ONES FOR U THEN 😭😭😭 found this new one!

SM is reaching lower and lower. Chris Lee is bad, so is LSM, the tax evasion, the creepy behaviour? The apple doesn't fall from the tree...and the Karina thing? Oddddd. And the plot thickens, the fuckkkk is going on in that company. But also that's all it took to coax them, signed photos?! And now Hybe? Honestly I fucking hate Hybe for trying to monopolise everything. Speaking of awful men. It's not like he wasn't behind the scenes of everything anyway. At least JYPE did something good and donated money to Turkey and Syria. //// So if you're in fact Taeyong, please share some of your wardrobe with me. Juseyo 🙏🏻🤲🏻

it’s the way we are seeing their downfall in real time, tho i hate to see it bc i like the dynamic of sm groups and the talent that comes from it but i guess it was about to happen,, shit like this always happens when exo are about to have a cb 😭😭 there’s a cute in march for lsm or something how are these idiots still stuck together under this company after this much is beyond me,,,

tbh it wouldn’t be happening if they had some brains to them,, chris lee is an absolute idiot for getting kakao involved & now bringing that dude back in the group,,, i guess one thing’s true 😭😭 don’t have business with your family members 😭😭 i genuinely dislike how hybe’s getting these companies and how their company stans are all over the moon BUT i guess they’re kinda helping lsm be in sm,, but it feels wrong to have them be the majority shareholder 😭😭 all the sm artists who’ve been at the company for YEARS must feel extremely lost atm,,, this sucks as a whole but the way select ppl making fun of it 🔫 BUT THE MEMES RBWMFJWK SOMEONE SAID AUTOTUNE IS COMING 😭😭 crying BDMWHDK IF THIS IS A REALITY ID START CRYING one good thing jype did tbh,, hoping ppl give all the help, the sanctions for syria is so devastating, no mf humanity to lift them off and give help 

speaking of men, h**chul… i am sorry this is what?

??? im finding these as i get links for u and omgwhat anon buckle up, get ur tea, sit on a couch with a blanket and read it this the main thread

only hope in suju is ryeowook atp

I'm glad I could help inspire you, now you need to remember not to slander nor tease me anymore! Tamino's voice is really strong and raw, not polished, but also so perfect? He's hypnotising for sure. I've waited so long for new music from him. Brown and emerald as a person?! Wow what a comparison. He's definitely giving Jeff Buckley vibes. I saw that Maddox is following Tamino on insta 👀 Btw Habibi, do you know Sevdaliza? She has a lot of songs, they're very haunting, but also chill. I'd love to see her collab with FKA twigs, it's been my dream for a while. Anyway she's a goddess for sure.

LMFAOOOO IM SORRY IM A LITTLE BLIND I COULD NOT SEE THE FIRST HALF??

no seriously tamino’s voice, and the way he presents himself,, watched his interviews and he’s just this tall guy who’s so articulate when he speaks??? his voice actually is so nice to hear omg,, DEFINITELY UR RIGHT HES VERY HYPNOTIZING his eyes too!!! so dark and hooded, his genes! WAIT YOURE SO RIGHT I DIDNT EVEN THINK, UR RIGHT ITS VERY BUCKLY but he had a softer look! tamino has a vv sharp look! maddox following him now 👁👄👁 if they do a little magic and drop something,, if we sEE HONGJOONG IN THAT STUDIO WIRH HIMRBJQJDKWD goner, i just listened to other girl by sevdaliza AND SHES A SIREN!! A LITERAL SIREN!!!!! she’s what i imagine a goddess would sing like omg ,, LMK HOW THE CONCERT WENT!!!!

Baby baby baby //// Bestieeee Seonghwa playing Animal Crossing is so on brand it's such a Hwa thing, he's so endearing 🤧 I neeeed a cute nerd Hwa fic, I'll die if someone doesn't write it

NEED THAT HAIR ON HIM BACK! STOP DO U THINK HE NAMES HIS ANIMALS AFTER THE MEMBERS OR ATINYS FBWNBDWK do u think hwa’s the type to watch backyardigans? yes.

Live action HTTYD...? I- if Hwa isn't Toothless idc ///// Oooohhh, hopefully I survive until you finish the Yunho fic, I'll be jet lagged for a week kdjsjsjshahshshs.

they’re really about to ruin it 🥰🥰 can’t wait to see the downfall, and if they do a tangled live action. it’s on sight! AAAAAA UR RIGHT! HOPE U HAVE A SAFE FLIGHT!! hopefully it’s not a year until i release the fic 😭😭 but it’s in the middle nearing end now! so a little bit of progress <3

Euro Tinys who love black hair in shambles because of HJ and MG (tho idk what's going on with Joong's hair and I'm not a fan of chopped hair Mingi). Also absolutely NOT mad that Ateez are in my continent while I'm flying out on Sunday HA HA HA HA 😆😆😆😆 and that most of my friends and mutuals are going to perceive Seonghwa again 😂😂😂

And fucking hell, so many fansites and Korean stans begging for VIP tickets, taking opportunities from those who can't see Atz every week, only to take their dumb photos. GET A JOB!

NOT U FLYING OUT ON SUNDAY THE DAY RIHANNA HAS THE SUPER BOWL FBWN DONT MISS IT 😭😭 RWKDHWKDHKS THE PINK HAIR SHOCKED ME SO MUCH I WOKE UP TO IT, EYES STILL CLOSED AND SHOT UP THOUGHT IT WAS A WIG 😭😭😭😭 it’s giving pre-military fbwmfjwk LMFAOOOO ANON 😭😭😭 AT LEAST U THERE WHEN THEYRE THERE AND NOT U LEAVING AND THEM ARRIVING, same air we breathing the same air,, ha ha ha they’re all gonna see him. haha. anon. NOOO SERIOUSLY THEYRE ALL GETTING THE FRONT ROWS TOO 😭😭😭 always questioning why the special day fansite’s EVERYWHERE will join u in this journey to not look at any hwa videos from this concert <3

Ohhhh tea the list should be longer tho //// Hwa said "everything is about me" as he should! Extrovert Seonghwa

wait the tea is kinda…

HE IS THE MAIN GUY, EVERYTHING IS ABOUT HIM AND WE’RE JUST WITNESSING IT

I refuse to look at any concert videos, but I accidentally saw this and Cyberpunk. He looked good, but I do have to say, he hit more with blonde hair, just looked more otherworldly to me, the light hair was such a nice contrast 🙄 - DV 💖

no. 

NOPE NOPE NOPE 

i won’t even send the videos bc im not looking at them fbajdhdj need 🔫 the 🔫 snow 🔫 app 🔫 gone 🔫 have not looked a SINGLE hwa video. accidentally saw the glimpse of the hala hala one DESTROYED MYSELF A LITTLE

I DONT EVEN KNOW ANYMORW FBWKDJWK WHY DOES HE PULL IT OFF THO 😭😭😭 he looks like that one hair style neymar and greizmann had 😭😭

now.

[inqorporeal]

There was something odd about the bookshop. Well, specifically its owner, but the shop was weird, too.

"I dunno, I just get the oddest feeling every time I go in," Mona said through a mouthful of croissant. "Like it's just a piece of set dressing. Like on stage, you know?"

"The books are there to be seen and occasionally looked through, but not actually claimed," Stuart agreed.

Nicola folded her arms on the slightly sticky coffee-shop table. "You know what I think--"

"Not your MI-6 theory, again," Mona groaned.

"Look, all I'm saying is that the owner knows a disturbing amount about history and especially contemporary warfare and politics. He totally helped me with that one paper I had to do last year, and I swear he didn't look anything up, but somehow just pulled books off the shelf that had exactly what I needed. And--"

"Aw, here we go," Stu muttered, amd poured another cup of tea for himself feom the shared pot.

"Shut it," Nicola growled. "He somehow had a newspaper from the start of World War I, in absolutely pristine condition, that had an article about the death of--"

"He's a history nerd, so what?" Stu said. "He inherited the place from his Da, who was also a complete nerd. My Ma swears they're the spitting image of each other, it's a whole schtick they have goong on. Welcome to London, we have weirdos, if you look to your left you can see a skyscraper that looks like a cock and we call it the Gherkin."

"I'm telling you, he's like some sort of secret agent," Nicola insisted. "There's that one skinny guy all in black who's always around, never takes off his shades even indoors. And remember last month, Old George swore up and down the shop burnt to the ground and then reappeared as good as new?"

"Old George is ancient and forgets you're not his little sister's best friend from church," Mona said. She drained off her ridiculous coffee drink and wiped foam from her upper lip. "The building probably burnt down when he was a kid and he's getting confused because back then they tried to rebuild things as they used to be rather than ploughing them up."

"Besides, even the best secret agency can't just rebuild an entire building stone by stone overnight. He's definitely suffering something." Stu held up a hand in the face of Nicola's poisonous glare. "Okay, okay, Old George's faulty memory aside, what makes you think the proprietor works for bleedin' MI-6?"

"I was in not too long before that, working on that nightmare essay, remember?" She waited until the other two nodded, although Mona now had her mobile out and was rexting someone. "These two creepy guys in absolutely pristine suits came in and loudly asked after pornography. Just like that, really kind of stilted, and loud. You know the place as well as I do, there's no porn there."

"I dunno, some of the classics are pretty spicy," Stu joked.

"That's different. He doesn't exactly stock Playboys you know? And the owner got real uncomfortable-looking, like he didn't want to be anywhere near them, and then took them into the back room."

Mona's head came up. "No ody goes in the back room except--"

"And the skinny bloke, aye. And when they came out, they were thanking him for 'the pornography'." Nicola pulled out the scare quotes this time. "Nobody ever buys anything from A.Z. Fell's. It's a fucking library without the legal permits. I think they were foreign agents--"

"You can't expect us to believe that Mr Fell is a secret agent," Stu insisted.

Nicola rolled her eyes. "No, I think he's the middle-man between the creepers and that skinny bloke. They can't be seen near someone like that, right? So Tall and Skinny--"

"Is way too obvious to be a spy," Mona said, shaking her head.

"But that's the brilliance of it! If he's an obvious eccentric, nobody thinks he's a spook!"

Nicola was on a roll now, and Mona and Stu exchanged a look.

"He's like a foreign agent, yeah? And 'pornography'--" scare quotes again-- "is just one of those code phrases they use, right?"

Someone stopped by their table, casting a long shadow against the light streaming through the dusty front window. "if you ask me," the stranger said, "it sounds like you watch too many spy films." He smiled thinly and the lenses of his round dark glasses seemed to flash for a moment.

"Right?" Mona said. "How many times did you see the last Bond film?"

"That has nothing to do with it--"

"What's more likely," the stranger continued, sipping at a monstrosity of a drink that could only tangentially be called 'coffee', "is that the gentlemen in question were local mob shaking our poor bookseller down. You should avoid them."

"See?" Stu agreed. "That makes a lot more sense. A Z. fell has a reputation to maintain. They were definitely threatening him."

Nicola grumped for a moment, slouching in her chair. "Alright, you have a point. He didn't act like they were friends."

"Exactly." The stranger smiled and left his empty, sugar-smeared mug in the middle of their table and left.

Mona opened her mouth to protest when someone else huffed a little sigh. Mr Fell himself picked up the mug, muttering, "Honestly, darling," under his breath, and returned it to the dish drop.

Nicola stared at her plate. "Wait. Who ordered danishes? Do they even sell danishes here?"