#smt react

[songmingisthighs]

AHBHWJJS OH MY GOD THIS IS SO NICE OF YOU TO SAY 🥺🫶

most of the time i kept thinking "wtf did i just wrote" but it's so nice to know that my work is being so appreciated 🫶🫶🫶

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

[nefja]

Playing Plants vs Zombies, watching a Nefja live feed of her lying behind me while a fireworks (with the nasty whistle ones) display plays in the background.

Occasionally throwing treats at her but ultimately giving off vibes of "not our circus, not our monkeys"

[songmingisthighs]

can't believe i was tagged twice it means so much to me to have my works considered ❣️❣️

ofc for writing i had to thank the person who most likely don't know inspired me to write which is @latte-fairytaekwoon whose work i still binge to this day. after being so long on tumblr, i have accumulated constant reads and so i'm thanking and tagging all these blogs for constantly providing quality binge worthy works esp to me personally :

@kitten4sannie @k-hotchoisan @bro-atz @luvt0kki @makeitmingi @baekhvuns @written-in-flowers @vent-stink @honeyhotteoks @seulrinnie-rinrin @hwaslayer @smileysuh @sunniques @everyonewooeverywhere @crimsonbubble @03jyh23 @nateezfics @hongthoven @starskq @byuntrash101 @holybibly @cheollipop and more i can't think off of the top of my teeny tiny brain ❣️

nothing will ever amaze me the way fanfiction authors do. like, you wrote silly little stories about my favorite little guys? and i can read them?? for free??? that’s fucking wild.

you poured your heart and soul and very being into your writing and then put it out there for anyone to read? insane.

you spend a truly incredible amount of time writing novel-length, high quality stories, again, FOR FREE, that anyone can read, again, FOR FREE??

shoutout to every single fic author in existence, you guys are fucking incredible and i love all of you so much

[honey-bitch]

Astro observations

- Aries Suns can take a joke, they like to be goofy and don't mind being teased, However there is a line and they crash out/have a strong reaction when it is crossed, and how they react is based on their mars sign. - I would say that they're quite forgiving swell (well depending on the rest of the chart ofc) but they're the type to move on if someone apologises and acknowledges their mistakes. - Toxic Taurus moons can potentially have a mother that enables them, and sometimes they can't see their own faults because they're so comfortable. (taurus moon is Matilda Def, as she was so comfortable in her position and could not see anything wrong with how she was treating her subordinates). -On the other hand taurus moons are lovely and are really really nice and are very secure in themselves....(depending on the rest of the chart) - Funny enough I've seen having virgo in the big 3 typically makes the chattiest of placements, more quieter and more observant. - Virgos can't help but judge, however they don't come from a purely negative place. I find when I'm confiding in a virgo they're quite harsh and speak from a place of pure truth. Which to an extent I have to respect. - Libra's suppress, and this is coming from a libra myself. Libra is a cardinal sign and often than not they choose to look the other way. However as it's the scales (and especially if they have a strong moon and water energy) they will swing it back in your face. - Also I tend to notice when libra's do fight they get other people involved, they need a lot of external validation to start smt. It's rare to see a libra who can do face to face arguments, if so they have evolved or have lots of Martian energy to them. - I would say don't underestimate libra's, they don't do well in open conflict however I would say as a libra myself they do long term strategy, or get other people to fight for them.

[masteri-0]

Just had a sudden thought of Dragon!Shen Yuan (or any creature really) AU, where it was like a normal rite of passage for parents to raise their young (protectively, they're not jerks, just uh, very unsafe for human children, or just humans in general...), then throw them into some sort of extreme trial to prove their strength, when they're deemed ready. Oh, and it was normal, expected, even, to take a go at your parents and try to murder them as a proof of superiority, or smt like that. Doesn't mean they don't love each other! Dragons just have a different way of showing care, that's all. What's a lil play fighting?

Anyw, main point is, SY transmigrates into SQQ with this mentality. Sees his cute little sheep. Falls in love instantly and adopts him. But oh! Oh, the protagonist is so weak, so malnourished! He's gonna nurture him and make sure he's well taken care of! Such a scrawny little sheep can't possibly survive anything! Oh? What's that? He has to push the scrawny baby into the abyss? Well! Makes sense, but that's years into the future, and he has time to make sure they grow up big and strong yet! Cue all the canonical pampering.

I'd imagine during LBH's disciple days, he receives a lot more comments about him going out into the world, and there's less matchmaking from Shizun, since SY believes that girls will flock naturally to him if he's strong enough, so there's also more emphasis on his training, as well as the training of other disciples on the peak. I'm not sure how he'll react to Bai Zhan disciples. Does he comment on their strength and set off the QJP disciples, causing an interpeak war? Does he still hold the same annoyance for them and property damage?

By the time the IAC rolls around, SQQ has already sent his not so little white sheep all over to gain experience, and deemed him ready for his 'coming of age' (close to human adulthood too, he'll do fineee). There is far less tears and hesitation. When the time comes and LBH's seal is broken, SQQ feels the increase in power and the last of his worry dissipates. He basically just looks at his kid, nods, and chucks him in. Dusts off his hands and pats himself on the back. One child down, however many more to go. Oh, they grow up so fast... (Was LBH freaking out during this? Oh well, must be the nerves, he knew the feeling well. But he's read the book and knows what's going to happen. His kid will be okay, and he'll naturally gain confidence after surviving in there!... No one ever said dragons were GOOD at feelings ...)

Of course, it takes some time to adjust to the absence, but there's less grieving and freaking out over his impending doom. Sure, he's judging the original work a little. Limbless and hanging, really? SY much prefers a clean death, thank you. (How he died in his previous life is up to interpretation). But that's besides the point, his favourite is off on his trial, and it's about time to test a few of his other kiddos too (single dad to, uh, how many?)

Shen Qingqiu gains reputation as a sadistic (?) teacher that puts his disciples through dangerous missions seemingly without care, but unlike in the past, he seems to love the kids and dotes on them off-missions, so no one's really sure what's going on with... That. (He's still waiting for one of them, any of them, to try and kill him? Where's the bonding?? Was he not doing enough???)

So when LBH returns, things go uh, differently. SQQ is just here, waiting in anticipation, appreciating how his kid's all grown up, and seeing the scheme to unfold. Safe to say, people are confused. (Him, especially. What do you mean, his kid isn't trying to kill him?? Really, where did he go so wrong in parenting? None of his kids want to bond with him the proper way!!)

(I imagine SY being a better fighter than in canon due to literal trial of fire as a dragonet, and I'm not sure if he would've gotten hit with without a cure at all during the invasion in consideration of this)

[songmingisthighs]

OOOOO I SAW WANBELYN HERE AWBWISJSSJ ❣️❣️

AND LOOKIE THE THREE OF US GOT TAGGED IN A ROW @makeitmingi @luvt0kki bestie stuff methinks 😤😤

✶ 𝘼𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙯 𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙨 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙏𝙬𝙤! ✶ ✩ 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨 ✩ ✶ 𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙨/𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨/𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 ✶

✶ 𝙤𝙩𝟴 / 𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ✶ ✩ Drunkteez (Hyung Line) | Drunkteez (Maknae Line) - @atinyslittleworld ot8 x reader (headcanon) ✩ ✩ Handcuffed - @vampzity police!matz x criminal!reader (one-shot) ✩ ✩ Lovely Pet - @littlefireball vampire!matz x reader (one-shot) ✩ ✩ Star Bound - @luvvsessed space pirates!woosan x reader (one-shot) ✩ ✰ The Little Things - @srslyscary ot8 x reader (headcanon) ✰ ✩ Their Pretty Lady - @written-in-flowers demonline x reader (on-going) ✩ ✰ Together Under The Stars - @milk-tea-sakura poly!ateez x reader (one-shot) ✰ ✰ Ways To Say : I Love You - @imagine-a-life-like-this ot8 x reader (headcanon) ✰ ✶ 𝙠𝙞𝙢 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙟𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ✶ ✰ 8:30pm - @dancinglikebutterflywings idol!hongjoong x maddox's sister!reader (one-shot) ✰ ✩ Attention Please - @starminzoo idol!hongjoong x reader (one-shot) ✩ ✩ Can You Hold Me? - @orshii tennis player!hongjoong x therapist!reader (one-shot) ✩ ✩ Million Dollar Man - @holybibly rich!older!hongjoong x reader (one-shot) ✩ ✩ Swapped - @daisykihannie bf!hongjoong x gf!reader (one-shot) ✩ ✰ The Babysitter Club - @makeitmingi idol!husband!hongjoong x wife!reader (one-shot) ✰ ✩ Training Wheels - @luvt0kki professor!hongjoong x innocent!reader ft.wooyoung (on-going) ✩ ✰ Wanbelyn - @songmingisthighs neurosurgeon!hongjoong × nurse!reader (series) ✰

✶ 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙨𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙬𝙖 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ✶ ✰ Animal Crossing vs Stardew Valley - @solaris-amethyst best friend!seonghwa x reader (one-shot) ✰ ✩ Deserve You - @captain-joongz brother-in-law!seonghwa x reader ✩ ✩ How We Live In Tokyo - @yeoslattes street racer!matz!seonghwa x street racer!reader (one-shot) ✩ ✰ Lego Building Date - @hahafixon bf!seonghwa x gf!reader (one-shot) ✰ ✩ Missing Piece - @k-hotchoisan bf!seonghwa x gf!reader (one-shot) ✩ ✩ Open Wide | Swallow - @hausofwoo bartender!seonghwa x server!reader (two-part) ✩ ✰ Piece By Piece - @emeraldelysian bf!seonghwa x gf!reader (one-shot) ✰ ✰ Take me to Paris... - @bvidzsoo mafia!seonghwa x single mom!reader (one-shot) ✰ ✰ Untitled - @roomsofangel god of death!seonghwa x gf!reader (one-shot) ✰ ✶ 𝙟𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙝𝙤 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ✶ ✰ Carnival - @pocketjoong prince!yunho x gn!reader (one-shot) ✰ ✰ Classroom Shenanigans - @solaris-amethyst teacher!husband!yunho x teacher!wife!reader (one-shot) ✰ ✰ Yunho + Subtle Ways He Shows He Loves You - @stayteezdreams bf!yunho x gn!reader (scenarios) ✰ ✶ 𝙠𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙚𝙤𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ✶ ✩ Lessons In Intimacy - @honeyhotteoks camboy/barista!yeosang x reader (one-shot) ✩ ✰ Not Like The Previous Ones - @03jyh23 bf!yeosang x gn!reader (one-shot) ✰ ✩ Unresolved Desires - @milk-tea-sakura idol!bf!yeosang x gf!reader (one-shot) ✩ ✶ 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙞 𝙨𝙖𝙣 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ✶ ✰ Night Like These - @03jyh23 idol!san x gn!reader (one-shot) ✰ ✰ Second Times - @velvetydream dad!san x wife!pregnant!reader (one-shot) ✰ ✩ Treat You Better - @starskq non-idol!san x reader (one-shot) ✩

✶ 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ✶ ✰ Cute Manager - @xuchiya volleyball player!mingi x manager!reader (one-shot) ✰ ✰ How To Cheer Up A Lifeguard - @rems-writing swimmer!mingi x Lifeguard!reader (one-shot) ✰ ✩ Killers Eyes | The Other Man - @pirateprincessblog prisoner!mingi x doctor!reader (two-parts) ✩ ✩ Save A Horse, Ride Your Best Friend - @seonghwaddict best friend!mingi x reader (one-shot) ✩ ✩ Show & Tell - @jensthwa best friend!mingi x reader (one-shot) ✩ ✩ Still Your Biggest Fan - @byuntrash101 idol!mingi x gf!reader (one-shot) ✩ ✶ 𝙟𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙤𝙤𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ✶ ✩ Forbidden Fruit - @astoriasite idol!wooyoung x reader (one-shot) ✩ ✩ I Still Hate You - @starskq non-idol!wooyoung x reader (one-shot) ✩ ✩ Midnight Kisses - @mingigoo best friend!wooyoung x single parent!reader (series) ✩ ✩ Silver Dive - @hwallazia bf!wooyoung x gf!reader (one-shot) ✩ ✩ Sly Fox, Dumb Bunny - @lividstar vigilante!wooyoung x secret agent!reader (on-going) ✩ ✰ Super Attractive - @wbtsan idol!bf!wooyoung x gf!reader (one-shot) ✰ ✰ Untitled - @thelargefrye idol!wooyoung x ninthmemeber!reader (one-shot) ✰ ✶ 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙞 𝙟𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙤 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ✶ ✰ Ice Cream Break - @mistinception non-idol!jongho x gn!reader (drabble) ✰ ✰ Meet My Chaos - @makeitmingi bf!jongho x gf!reader (one-shot) ✰ ✰ Where Did You Go? - @solaris-amethyst non-idol!jongho x gn!reader (one-shot) ✰

[vmlnrzmp4]

ERMERM ERMM even if im not rlly into bllk rn ill file a request heheueh BUT IDK IF IM DOING THIS RIGHT CUZ I DONT REALLT REQUEST SO HA FIRST REQUEST EVER ON TUMBLR!

bllk dads reacting to their kid drawing/painting on the walls?? the kid can either be the best artist in the world hashtag claude monet reincarnated (hehhe hes my fav artist) or can make the most questionable things ever i dunno… your choice for this and characters ofc! YOU DONT EVEN HAVE TO DO THIS REQ

i was gonna smth like that for rafayel but i was like hm he would probably just encourage it and give his kid their own room to specifically paint on the walls with HELPME anyways baby fever is so real 💔

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HIHIHI MY FAV PERSON ON THIS APP OFC ILL WRITE SMT ABOUT THIS

itoshi sae

natsuki draws like every other 4 year old would. she best likes drawing her family! she'll draw you and sae and herself! her grandparents or even uncle rin and his fam! shes open to requests like once uncle ryu—who claims to be the best uncle(better than rin lmao), his request was that little natsu chan would draw a portrait of him and she legit drew a human-roach hybrid. sae GLARED at shidou if he even dared to critisize her art.

itoshi rin

sakura! this baby is also like her cousin! pretty good and loves to stick her little drawings on the fridge! the outside of the fridge is full of her doodles! and and and, little sakura and her cousin would have little drawing meetups and conversations like "i thought your favourite colour was pink!" "no, i like green, jus like papa's hair." rin would also glare at anyone who criticizes his daughter's arts. "what's wrong with her drawings huh? wanna die?"

isagi yoichi

yuki...i love my babygirl. she's so talented. just not in drawing. she drew what looked like an alien and happily showed it to her papa saying "it's you!" but yoichi was her biggest hypeman! "wow! it's so nice...and what's this? a monster?" "no! it's uncle bachira!" y'all know that hyperpigmentation meme? (LMAO) but like i said. THE BIGGEST HYPEMAN. what did you say? fridge is running out of space? he'll improvise somehow "look, there's space on the sides."

michael kaiser

anne was surprised good. too good that shocked both you and your husband! the attention to detail even tho she drew two suns? chefs kiss! and and and! not only the fridge, but her room(maybe even the living room and yours and your husband's bedroom) also was decorated with her masterpieces. he bought so many boxes to store her paintings when space ran out. and she would win so many art contests like it's no big deal! "no big deal. she's basically picasso."

taglist: @anuverse @luciddre @kongkhoi @illyriakrasniqi2007 @passw-0-rd @x3nafix @levihanmyotp [open]

[tawneybee]

Okay so I had an intense fnaf movie theory

(⚠️SPOILERS FOR THE FNAF MOVIE⚠️)

So starting off, one of the major plot points of the film is that Vanessa is William's Afton's daughter, and that Mike and Abby don't seem to be related to them at all, right?

And there's a theory about the Golden Freddy Spirit BEING an Afton kid. Not just the blonde hair (the actor isn't a natural blonde, it was dyed for his role) but the way the kid seems to react to everything.

He remembers his death. That's a plot point for the other kids, that they don't remember their deaths and the drawings make them believe the Yellow Rabbit is a friend. But he does seem to remember, since he told Mike through a drawing that the Yellow Rabbit killed his brother.

It's uncertain why he doesn't tell the other kids, or why his main goal is getting Abby rather than getting revenge, but it seems he's playing William like a pawn rather than vice versa. It's only when William stabbed his sister Vanessa that he stepped in. And the way William reached out for him in the safe room like he was asking for help almost solidifies it.

Now back to my theory, I'm sure plenty of you have heard the theory that the Schmidts are actually Henry's children, not William's. It would explain why William drove 9 whole hours to kidnap some random kid in Nebraska if the kid wasn't actually random. Maybe a revenge scheme over some company fault.

So my thought is, the family dynamics with the Aftons and Emily's are switched in the games vs the movie.

Game:

Micheal Afton (eldest brother)

C.C Afton (supposedly middle brother)

Elizabeth Afton (supposedly youngest sister)

Charlie Emily (murdered twin)

Sammy Emily (supposedly survived twin)

Movie:

Mike Schmidt (eldest brother)

Garrett Schmidt (middle brother)

Abby Schmidt (youngest sister)

Golden Freddy Spirit (murdered twin)

Vanessa Shelly-Afton (survived twin)

I say twins because young Vanessa looks about the same age as GFS (although we don't know what year the photo was taken).

It feels like swapped dynamics to me. Garrett is a Charlie Emily parallel in their identical deaths, which could make both Mike and Abby Sammy Emily parallels as the surviving siblings. And the way Vanessa parallels Micheal A. (especially in her guilt and need to make up the kid's childhoods), would make GFS both C.C and Elizabeth. Honestly if GFS did have some sort of loyalty/passiveness to William murdering him like I mentioned, it definitely confirms an Elizabeth parallel.

I don't even need to mention how William makes Vanessa help him with his crimes (just like Micheal in the games) or how he plays with her guilt by blaming the mess on her (which suggests he would've blamed her brother's death on her, just like how Micheal feels guilty for C.C's death).

Sammy would probably also feel guilty for Charlie's murder, as that's how Charlie felt in the books when she thought it was Sammy who got taken. That was a situation that wasn't in the surviving sibling's control, just like how Mike couldn't stop Garrett's kidnapping. But GFS's murder could've been a preventable accident that Vanessa felt at blame for, just like Micheal for C.C (and probably Elizabeth).

MATPAT PLS NOTICE ME I THINK I'M ONTO SMT

[your-nanas-house]

Just a... thong

◇ Pairing: Dad's Best Friend!Cillian Murphy X Bff's daughter!Reader

◇ Warnings: mention of masturbation, age gap (all off age, Cill is in his 40s, Y/n 20s), pervert Cilly, laundry, dad's best friend, cramps

◇ Summary: Cillian decides to take care of the laundry and finds his best friend's daughter's thong.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. Another piece of the "AU/series" of Dad's Friend. Thank you @drcranessweetestdoe to encourage me to write smt. It's bit shitty but I hope it will "satiate" you a little. 🤭

It had been several weeks since Y/n, his best friend's daughter, had come to stay with Cillian for the summer holidays.

He had rearranged a bit of the usual routine that the man had made his, now that he was in his 40s and considered himself too old for several things.

However, he had adapted quite well, thanks to the collaboration of the young woman who also did not want to cause any disturbance to him and therefore followed his schedule a bit.

They had established little silent rules, such as the times of breakfast and meals in general, who cooked and when. They had also decided without talking about it that they would do the dirty laundry individually even though she was the one in charge of running the washing machine and making sure of the little details like which clothes could go together and which couldn't.

Usually Y/n took care of the sorting too, before Cillian could do anything, so it was the first time for the man to take care of that task.

The young woman was busy on a call with her family and the Irishman didn't have much to do, so when he passed by the room where the washing machine had finished he approached it, deciding to do it himself to take away a task from her seeing how well he was taking care of all the things he had asked her to do in exchange to make her stay under his roof.

His baby blue eyes scanned the object, taking in the different buttons before making sure it was actually done.

When he was sure of it he opened it, rushing to get the basket to put all the wet clothes in there and then go and hang them outside since the weather permitted.

They were mostly his things and a few things from Y/n, just clothes he had seen on her the previous days, some sports tops and... a lacy piece.

A lacy... A lacy piece of clothing, Cillian repeated to himself before his eyes snapped quickly back to the undergarments he was holding in his hand. His breath catching in his throat as his mouth dried, his heart started to beat faster, drumming against his chest at the realization.

A thong.. it's just a thong, Cillian, get yourself together, he thought, scolding himself, as his eyes snapped towards the door and back to the fabric when he was sure that he was still alone.

Her underwear was soft under his fingertips, smooth and silky except the lacy part that decorated it in an innocent but provocative way.

There was little fabric... he really wondered why she worn something like that since it covered barely her cunt, exposing probably fully her round ass cheeks.

"Fuck" the older man murmured under his breath, his breath becoming heavier as his mind wandered, imagine his best friend's daughter wearing something like that... just that, her body completely bare, her breasts on full display as the thong hugged her hips, teasing him with its little see not see game.

His body reacted pretty quickly and he was hard.. again.

It had been happening quite frequently since she entered his life in a daily basis. He really felt like a pathetic teenager by the way his body acted at the mere display of a bit of her skin.

Cillian bite his lip, taking a deep breath as he stroked the fabric in his hand for a couple of seconds, groaning softly at the feeling while his other hand moved slowly to his boner which was quite noticeable because of the sweatpants he had choose to wear that morning. His thick fingers slowly brushed his clothed hard lenght, before palming it... his bottom lip caged by his white teeth as his mind started to play different scenarios.

"Fuck" he cursed lowly, moving his hand again to pull out his cock irrationally, following the wind of his carnal desire with no shame, too blinded by lust.

"Is everything okay? Is it your back again?.. I heard you curse" Y/n's sweet voice interrupted him, making his blood run cold and move quickly up.. stretching his muscles in the wrong way.

He really was too old for this kind of things, he thought dramatically while cursing softly.

A shock of pain hit him, making him lean against the washing machine in an attempt to regain himself.

Karma.. just Karma, Cillian repeated in his head while inhaling deeply, now feeling pretty much self-conscious about his actions. Luckily she didn't look like she had noticed the perverse actions he was about to comply.

Her look was one of worry and not disgust, even when she moved quickly closer to make sure he was alright and help him sit on the sofa to relax a moment while she continued the task, not noticing the piece of clothing that was missing since he didn't have the opportunity or the time to throw it back in the basket before she took it to another room, warning him that she was coming back to check on him and his back.

[songmingisthighs]

HI HELLO I SEE ODDELENY HERE AIWHDJDJDJ thank you for tagging this trainwreck, we are still recruiting avengers to slap odln!woo silly 🫶🫶

KANG YEOSANG FIC RECS

Poly!Ateez Pt. 1 - Pt. 2 - Kim Hongjoong - Park Seonghwa - Jeong Yunho - Choi San - Song Mingi - Jung Wooyoung - Choi Jongho

PRETTY PRETTY YEOSANG!!!!! I think there is a reason that so many fics on this list are fluffy and its because Yeosang is the most precious person in existence!!!!!! n e ways everyone send me more Yeosang fic recs i NEED more!~

DISCLAIMER none of these works are mine and majority are MATURE 18+, please read all warnings before reading!!!

Key:

✨ - My Favs

🔥 - Smut (MINORS DNI)

⛈️ - Angst

💗 - Fluff

🍑 - Humor

SERIES

Oddeleny - @songmingisthighs ⛈️🍑 Ghost AU ✧ SMAU

the twists are twisting and the turns... oh they are turning 👏👏 this series is basically a mystery of how yeosang got trapped in the mc's phone and basically everytime there is a lore drop on either mc, yeo, or woo i go a little bit more crazy 🤪🤪

ONE SHOTS/DRABBLES/ETC

winter blossom - @atzfilm 🔥⛈️ Alien AU

Stretch you out - @pyramid-of-starrs 🔥 Gym AU

quiet - @nebulousbrainsoup 🔥💗

Relax - @moonhoures 🔥💗

masturbation - @kitten4sannie 🔥 College AU

gemini - @ncteez 🔥💗 Virgin!Yeosang

untitled - @bandgie 🔥

kang yeosang as your boyfriend - @mybelovedwoo 🔥💗

untitled - @kittyyeo 🔥

lessons in intimacy - @honeyhotteoks ✨🔥Camboy AU ✧ Barista AU

i revisit this fic once a month AT LEAST! this author's way of writing blows me away every single time 😮‍💨😮‍💨 the smut is toe curling and so intimate (hence the title) its just how kind and genuine both yeosang and the mc are written and how they communicate and the smut that constantly bring me back 🥹🥹

Only text me when you need me - @pyramid-of-starrs 🔥💗⛈️ FWB AU

pretty in pink - @byuntrash101 🔥

sensitive - @puddingyun ✨🔥

i just love how atiny tend to write yeosang so softly and intimately because he is just so precious and needs a "handle with care" sticker on him at all times and this fic epitomizes that feeling 🤤�� like how gently the mc treats him is just 🤌🤌

hungry yeoyeo - @ateezscupid 🔥

Longing - @sxcret-garden 🔥💗

vanilla and cream - @k-hotchoisan 🔥

untitled - @thetypingpup 🔥

operation: passenger princess - @sungbeam 💗⛈️ College AU

fortune teller - @seonghwaddict 💗

A Small Adjustment - @kitten4sannie 🔥Personal Trainer AU

yeosang & a situationship - @yunhoszn 🍑

[7:29 PM] - @edenesth 💗

boyfriend texts w/ yeosang - @beenbaanbuun 🍑

Stay - @sorryimananti-romantic 💗⛈️ Royalty AU ✧ Archer!Yeosang

untitled - @thetypingpup 🔥

untitled - @thetypingpup 🔥Dragon AU

Muse - @desirehorizon 🔥💗Royalty AU ✧ Prince!Yeosang

Wash It All Away - @ja3hwa 🔥💗⛈️ Idol AU

Evolve - @nebulousbrainsoup ✨🔥💗⛈️ Ateez Lore ✧ Biker!Yeosang

even though i can't say i fully understand ateez's lore, i love any fic that is based around it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! what i do know of it is so compelling and interesting im shocked that i dont see or at least have not found yet more lore based fics 😭😭 BUT THIS ONE☝️☝️ is sooooo good!!!! i love how yeosang is still yeosang even in his situation, i love how the mc is like immediately intrigued by this faceless biker guy who can blame her 😩😩, i love how they get to know each other and THE SMUT 😮‍💨😮‍💨

untitled - @sxcret-garden 🔥

untitled - @everyonewooeverywhere 🔥

[aspenmissing]

Okay so I thought about writing to you for a while and I thought I would just give it a shot. So! When I was a teen I had some problems let's say... leaving me with not just scars but also a lowkey fucked nerve system making me be able to hold almost burning hot stuff for a little to long causing me to from time to time have slight burn wounds.

So would it be cool to write some of the arcane characters seeing readers burnt hands from accidentally grabbing a hot pan or smt?

Just an idea, but anyways love your work ^^

ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴀɪɴ

ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ | ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ | ᴊᴀʏᴠɪᴋ | ᴠᴀɴᴅᴇʀ | ꜱɪʟᴄᴏ | ᴊɪɴx || ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ/ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ || 5656 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ || ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴄɪᴘ (ᴄᴏɴɢᴇɴɪᴛᴀʟ ɪɴꜱᴇɴꜱɪᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀɪɴ), ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ɪɴᴊᴜʀʏ, ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ꜱᴇʟꜰ ʜᴀʀᴍ

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ: ᴏʜ ᴡᴏᴡ, ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ ᴏɴ ꜱʜᴏᴡꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛɴᴏᴛ. ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ɢᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ʟɪꜰᴇ, ᴏɴʟʏ ʙᴏʀɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɪᴛ. ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴅᴏ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀꜱꜱᴜᴍᴘᴛɪᴏɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴄɪᴘ ɪꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ᴀꜱ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴇᴀꜱɪᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪʙᴇ! ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴅᴏ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ! <3

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ | ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ | ᴠᴀɴᴅᴇʀ | ꜱɪʟᴄᴏ | ᴊɪɴx

JAYCE

It was a quiet evening in the apartment, the kind of peaceful night where the city sounds from Piltover drifted through the open window, blending with the soft hum of the lights. Jayce was busy tinkering with one of his projects, and Y/N was finishing up making a meal for them both.

As she looked around for the oven mitts, she realized they were nowhere to be found. She sighed, running a hand through her hair, then shrugged. “It’s fine,” she muttered to herself, deciding she’d just deal with it. After all, her hands had been through worse.

Y/N grabbed the hot baking tray with her bare hands, feeling nothing more than the weight of it. Her face remained completely neutral as she carefully moved the tray to the counter, not flinching at all from the heat that would have burned most people.

Jayce, however, noticed immediately. His head snapped up from his work, eyes wide with alarm. “Y/N, stop!” he called out, his voice rising in urgency.

Before she could even react, Jayce was already beside her, his hands snatching the tray from her grasp and sending it clattering into the sink. The loud crash echoed through the room, but Y/N didn't even blink, her hand still steady, her face calm as if nothing had happened.

Jayce’s concern deepened as he quickly grabbed her hand, inspecting it closely. His eyes widened at the sight of her skin—a few patches showing the early signs of blistering from the intense heat. His voice was thick with worry. “Y/N, are you out of your mind?” he said, his words harsh with concern. “That was ridiculously hot. Are you okay?”

Y/N looked down at her hand. A few light blisters had formed on her fingers, and the skin around them was red, but the pain didn’t show on her face. “I’m fine, Jayce,” she said nonchalantly, pulling her hand from his grasp and glancing over at the ruined food in the sink. “You didn’t have to throw it away. That was perfectly good food.”

Jayce’s brows furrowed, his grip tightening around the cloth he grabbed to tend to her hand. “You’re not fine, Y/N,” he muttered, starting to carefully wrap the cloth around her fingers. “Your skin’s blistering. This is dangerous—why didn’t you feel that?”

Y/N shrugged, looking away, her voice casual. “I’ve been like this since I was a kid. I don’t really feel much anymore.” She glanced at him, offering a wry smile.

Jayce’s hands faltered for a moment as he focused on her blistering skin. His disbelief was evident as he continued to wrap her hand, making sure it was secure. “I don’t care how long you’ve been like this, Y/N. This is dangerous.”

She chuckled lightly, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. “You’d worry, I know. But it’s not like I asked for this, Jayce. Besides,” she motioned toward the ruined dish in the sink, “you wasted a perfectly good meal. I was planning on eating that.”

Jayce sighed, shaking his head, but there was affection in his voice as he carefully tended to her hand. “You still don’t get it, do you? It’s not the food I’m worried about, Y/N. It’s you. I don’t want to see you hurt.”

Y/N softened at his words, the teasing fading from her expression. She met his gaze, feeling the sincerity in his eyes. “I’m fine. Really. It’s just something from my childhood, that’s all. You can’t protect me from everything, Jayce.”

Jayce’s voice softened as he continued wrapping her hand, his gaze intense yet gentle. “I know I can’t protect you from everything. But I’ll be damned if I don’t try.”

Her heart fluttered at the depth of his words. She hadn’t realized how much she needed to hear them until now. “Well, don’t worry too much, okay? I’ll be fine.”

Jayce gently squeezed her hand as he finished wrapping it, offering a small, reassuring smile. “You’re stubborn. But I’ll always be here to take care of you, even if you don’t think you need it.”

Y/N gave him a playful grin, the teasing returning in full force. “Next time, just let me make the food, alright?”

Jayce laughed softly, the tension lifting a little. “Fine, but if you keep doing this, I’ll be keeping a closer eye on you.”

“I’m used to it,” she teased back, her usual confidence returning as she eased into the banter.

But beneath his smile, Jayce was already thinking of ways to make sure this wouldn’t happen again. He couldn’t bear the thought of her constantly pushing herself to the limit, and he was determined to find a way to help her feel something—anything other than the indifference to pain that had shaped so much of her life. He’d make sure, no matter what, that she never had to go through something like this again.

VIKTOR

It was another quiet afternoon in the lab, the rhythmic hum of Viktor's machines filling the air. His experiments were going smoothly as usual, but something was off—he hadn’t seen Y/N yet today. She always visited him after school, and she hadn’t shown up. He tried to shake the nagging worry from his mind, but he couldn’t help it.

Just as he was about to turn his attention back to his work, the door creaked open. Y/N stepped inside, a small smile tugging at her lips.

"Hey, Viktor," she said softly, her voice warm as always.

Viktor glanced up, his frown easing as soon as he saw her. "miláčku," he greeted, a touch of relief in his voice. "You’re late today." (Sweetheart)

She shrugged, walking toward his desk. "I had to help with some things. Plus, I had a little accident."

His eyes narrowed, his concern immediately spiking. "An accident? What happened?"

Y/N chuckled lightly, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. "I tripped on a loose board in the workshop. It’s nothing serious."

Viktor’s cane clicked against the stone floor as he stood, his expression turning serious. "Let me take a look at it," he said, his voice gentle but firm.

Y/N hesitated for just a moment but then nodded, sitting on a nearby stool and lifting her foot to show him. As she did, Viktor’s attention immediately shifted, his eyes locking on her foot. He froze. Her ankle was swollen, already bruising in shades of purple and blue, and the angle of her foot looked off—something was clearly wrong.

Viktor approached, using his cane for support, and gently reached out, his fingers brushing the swollen skin. He paused, his brow furrowing with concern as he examined her injury more closely.

"Miláčku," he began, his voice soft but edged with worry. "Your foot is broken." (Darling)

Y/N blinked, confusion crossing her face. "What? No, it can’t be."

"I’m certain," Viktor replied, his eyes scanning her foot again, a frown deepening on his face. "It’s fractured. Why didn’t you say anything?"

Her eyes met his, and she gave him a small, awkward smile. "I didn’t feel anything. I—" She trailed off, unsure of how to explain. "I can’t feel pain, Viktor. I have congenital insensitivity to pain. I’ve never felt it."

Viktor’s heart skipped a beat at her words. He had known that Y/N had a complicated history, but this—this was different. He had seen her push through countless injuries and exertions without hesitation, but he had never fully realized the depth of what that meant. She couldn’t feel pain. He couldn’t wrap his mind around it.

He gently adjusted her foot, trying to steady his breathing as he processed the reality of her condition. "You’ve never felt pain?" His voice was barely a whisper, his hands trembling slightly as he continued to handle her foot with care.

Y/N nodded. "Nope. Never. It’s just how I am."

Viktor clenched his jaw, his mind racing. He had always admired her strength, her resilience, but now, seeing her so vulnerable—it tore at him. A life without pain meant she couldn’t gauge when something was wrong. It meant she was always at risk, and that thought terrified him.

"I wish I could take it away," Viktor muttered under his breath, his eyes softening as he looked at her, his gaze full of tenderness and concern. "To make you feel what you need to feel."

Y/N smiled, her fingers gently reaching out to touch his hand. "It’s alright, Viktor. I’ve learned to live with it. But right now…" She gave him a playful wink. "Maybe you can fix this foot of mine? I think it’s time for some medical attention."

Sighing, Viktor carefully lifted her foot, using his cane to steady himself as he worked, his movements careful and precise. As he examined the injury and prepared to treat it, the lab grew quiet, save for the soft sounds of his hands working, the slight tapping of his cane on the floor.

"You’ve been through so much," Viktor said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. He focused on setting the bones, trying to hold back the ache in his chest. "But you’re not alone anymore. You have me."

Y/N’s smile softened as she looked up at him, her eyes filled with affection. "I know, Viktor. And I’m glad I do."

When Viktor finished bandaging her foot, he looked into her eyes, and for a long moment, there was nothing but the understanding between them—a quiet bond forged through the trials they had faced, both together and apart. No words were needed to explain how they felt. They both knew.

"Rest, Y/N," Viktor murmured, his voice softer now. "I’ll keep an eye on you. I’ll make sure you’re alright."

Y/N chuckled, leaning back against the stool. "You always do." She paused, her tone turning teasing. "Though I might need a little more attention than usual. I’m broken, after all."

Viktor couldn’t help but smile at her lightheartedness, a warmth swelling in his chest. He walked over and set his cane aside, carefully sitting beside her. "Just don’t break anything else, alright?" he teased, his smile growing.

Y/N laughed, her eyes sparkling. "No promises."

And in that moment, with Y/N at his side and a bond stronger than any injury they might face, Viktor knew they could face whatever came next—together.

JAYVIK

Viktor sat at his desk, the soft hum of his devices filling the air. His focus was intense as his mechanical fingers danced across the papers, a mix of excitement and weariness on his face. He had been tinkering with a new prototype for a while now, a piece of technology that could change everything. However, something—or rather, someone—was missing.

Y/N had been quiet the last few hours, not her usual self. He knew something was off, even though she didn’t show it. Her condition, congenital insensitivity to pain (CIP), was something that made her an anomaly, a gift and a curse. She couldn’t feel pain, but it also meant she had no natural warning signs when something was wrong with her body. And despite all the advancements in technology that Viktor and Jayce had worked on, there was still no simple fix for her condition.

Jayce entered the room, the door creaking softly behind him. He noticed Viktor’s furrowed brow immediately. "She’s been quiet, hasn’t she?" he asked, his voice carrying concern.

Viktor looked up, his eyes meeting Jayce’s with a quiet understanding. "Yes. She’s hiding something. You know how she is—pushing through it without a word."

Jayce sighed, moving closer. He wasn’t as familiar with the intricacies of Y/N’s condition as Viktor was, but he knew enough. Y/N’s habit of concealing her discomfort had led to more than one incident where they found her in worse shape than either of them realized. They both understood the dangerous reality of her insensitivity to pain. She often didn’t even notice the severity of injuries, making them much harder to detect until they were too late.

"Should we check on her?" Jayce asked, his voice a little softer now, a mix of concern and tenderness. He cared for her deeply, and while he respected her independence, he also knew her limits. When it came to Y/N, both of them had learned that sometimes it took a little extra effort to keep her safe.

Viktor nodded, already moving toward the door. "Yes. We need to make sure she’s alright."

=

Y/N sat on the couch, her legs crossed underneath her as she idly twisted a small piece of yarn between her fingers, her mind elsewhere. She felt fine, at least on the surface. But deep down, a slight dizziness had been nagging at her for the last hour. She couldn’t place it—was it from the mild exhaustion or something more serious?

As the door opened, she looked up, meeting the eyes of both Viktor and Jayce. A faint smile tugged at her lips, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

"Hey," she greeted them, her tone light, but Viktor’s sharp gaze noticed the way her posture was slightly slumped, her expression far from the usual carefree energy she radiated.

"Y/N," Viktor’s voice was quiet but laced with concern. "Are you feeling alright?"

Y/N shook her head slightly, brushing it off. "I’m fine, really. Just tired."

Jayce crossed the room, sitting beside her, his hand resting on her shoulder. "You’re not fine, are you? Viktor’s right—you’re hiding something. You know you don’t have to do that with us, right?" His voice was gentle, but there was an edge to it—a reminder that she didn’t have to protect them from her condition.

Y/N hesitated, her fingers tightening around the yarn in her hands. She didn’t want to worry them. She didn’t want them to treat her like she was fragile, like she needed constant monitoring. But they both knew her better than that. They knew the signs, even if she was too stubborn to admit it.

"I’m just dizzy. It’s nothing," she muttered, but the words didn’t convince Viktor. He moved to kneel in front of her, his fingers lightly brushing her cheek.

"You should have told us sooner," Viktor said softly, though his gaze was unwavering. "You can’t always tell when something is wrong, Y/N. You know that."

She bit her lip, trying to push down the swell of frustration and guilt. She didn’t want to be a burden. "I didn’t want to worry you."

Jayce’s hand cupped her cheek, tilting her face toward him. "You’re not a burden to us. You’re our partner, Y/N. We’re here for you—always. No matter what."

Viktor agreed, his voice firm yet tender. "Exactly. You may not feel pain the way we do, but that doesn’t mean you’re immune to harm. Let us help you."

Y/N’s shoulders slumped as she sighed, finally allowing herself to lean into Jayce’s touch. "I just feel... off. But I didn’t want to drag you two into it."

Viktor’s brow furrowed with a mixture of worry and exasperation. "It’s not about dragging us in. It’s about taking care of you. We’ll always check on you. Whether you feel like it or not."

Jayce nodded, moving to sit beside her as Viktor stood to grab his medkit. "We need to run some tests. It’s not just dizziness that’s concerning. If it’s something else, we need to catch it early."

Y/N sighed again, but this time, there was relief in her exhale. She allowed Viktor to examine her, his hands gentle but precise as he checked her vitals, scanned her for any signs of physical distress that she might not have noticed. Jayce hovered nearby, watching her with a quiet protectiveness, his fingers absently tracing patterns on her back as she sat there, allowing them both to do their work.

=

After a few minutes, Viktor finished his quick check and stood, glancing at Jayce. "There’s nothing major to indicate a problem. It might just be a combination of stress and exhaustion. But you should rest."

Jayce’s hand gently squeezed Y/N’s, a silent reassurance. "If you need anything—anything at all—we’re here. Always."

Y/N smiled weakly, feeling a warmth she hadn’t known she needed. She was so lucky to have them both. She didn’t need to protect them from her condition—because they were her protection.

"Thank you," she whispered, her heart full of gratitude. "I don’t know what I’d do without you two."

Viktor gave her a soft smile. "You don’t have to do anything alone. We’re in this together."

And for the first time in what felt like ages, Y/N allowed herself to rest, knowing that no matter what, they would always be there to care for her—just as she would for them.

VANDER

The streets of Zaun buzzed with the usual hum of activity, but there was an unusual silence in the air as Y/N walked home that evening, the dim streetlights casting long shadows on the worn cobblestones beneath her feet. She didn't notice the droplets of blood forming with each step—small, almost imperceptible at first, but they were there, trailing behind her as she made her way to the Last Drop.

She had been out scavenging, hunting for anything useful to bring back to the kids or to keep herself occupied. It wasn’t the first time she'd been out for hours, lost in the task at hand, but this time, something felt different. There was an odd weight to the air, a twinge of discomfort she couldn't place. Still, she pushed on, one foot in front of the other, the constant motion a strange comfort.

By the time she reached the Last Drop, the familiar sounds of laughter and chatter greeted her. The kids were already gathered inside, sitting around a table, the faint scent of food and the warmth of the hearth wrapping around the room. Y/N pushed the door open, her eyes locking with the group, and for a moment, everything felt normal.

=

That was until Mylo, the ever-curious one, glanced down at the floor, his sharp eyes catching the droplets of blood that had slowly formed in her wake.

"Hey, what's that?" Mylo asked, his voice tinged with confusion.

Vi followed his gaze, her brow furrowing. "Y/N, where'd all that blood come from?"

Y/N blinked, looking down at her feet for the first time that night. Her eyes widened as she saw the tiny, dark droplets staining the floor beneath her. But she wasn’t surprised. She hadn’t felt anything—she never did when it came to her feet. It was a strange, unsettling numbness she’d lived with since childhood. The usual discomfort she should’ve felt from the sharp prick of a wound—nothing.

"Vander!" Powder called out, her tone urgent. "Something’s wrong with Y/N!"

Vander had been standing near the bar, watching the scene unfold. His expression shifted from the casual amusement he often wore around the kids to one of concern. With a few swift strides, he was by Y/N’s side, gently placing his large hand on her shoulder to steady her.

"Y/N, sit down," Vander ordered gently but firmly, his voice thick with worry.

Y/N didn’t protest. She sat down on one of the nearby stools, her eyes locked on Vander's as he crouched in front of her. His calloused hands carefully lifted one of her feet, inspecting it.

"What happened?" Vander asked, his voice steady but with an edge of confusion.

Y/N glanced down at her foot, knowing exactly what he would find. "I... don’t know. I didn’t feel it," she said softly. "I never feel anything at the bottom of my feet. Not since I was a kid."

Vander’s eyes narrowed in confusion, his gaze flicking between her face and her injured foot. "You’ve never felt pain there?" His voice was quiet, almost too soft, as though he were testing the words, unsure of what to make of the situation.

Y/N shook her head, her lips pressing together in a thin line. "It’s always been like this. I... I don’t feel the cuts or the bruises, the sharp things I step on. It just... it doesn’t reach me."

Vander's hands trembled slightly as he inspected her foot more closely. His fingers brushed over the deep wound where the rusted nail had been embedded. "How did this happen, Y/N?" His voice was low, almost a whisper of disbelief, his brows drawn together in concern. "You didn’t feel any of it? Not even the nail?"

"I didn’t feel anything," Y/N repeated quietly, her voice tinged with a helplessness she couldn’t quite hide. "It’s been like this for as long as I can remember. I’m used to it."

Vander sat back on his heels, his mind racing with unanswered questions. He looked up at Y/N, his protective instincts surging, though his tone remained cautious. "But you’ve been living like this? Not knowing when you’ve been hurt?" His voice cracked slightly, his concern for her only deepening.

Y/N gave a small, sad nod. "I’ve learned to ignore it, to keep going. I thought I was just... different."

Vander clenched his jaw, his heart heavy with the knowledge of just how much she had endured in silence. "Y/N, this isn’t right. You shouldn’t have to deal with this alone."

Y/N didn’t respond right away. Her gaze dropped to her foot, where Vander was gently working to remove the nail, his large hands moving with care. She felt the slight tug as the nail was pulled free, but the absence of pain was all she knew. She simply stared ahead, her mind adrift in a sea of thoughts she couldn’t quite grasp.

When Vander finished cleaning the wound, he wrapped her foot carefully in cloth. He met her eyes, his expression softer now but still filled with a quiet intensity. "I can’t just ignore this, Y/N. You’re not alone in this. Not anymore."

Y/N met his gaze, her heart swelling with a mixture of relief and confusion. "I don’t know what to do, Vander. I never understood why this happens to me."

"You don’t have to understand it alone," Vander said firmly, giving her foot one last reassuring touch before sitting back. "We’ll figure it out. You have us now. All of us."

Y/N’s eyes glistened, the weight of his words finally sinking in. She had spent so long hiding her pain, pushing it down, learning to live with it. But with Vander’s steady presence, she felt something stir in her—a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, she didn’t have to carry it all alone.

"Thank you," she whispered, the words barely escaping her lips, but filled with a deep, overwhelming gratitude.

Vander gave her a small, knowing smile. "You don’t have to thank me love"

SILCO

The office of Silco was dim, illuminated only by the soft glow of a few candles and the distant city lights filtering through the cracked windows. The steady hum of Zaun’s industrial heart echoed faintly in the background. Y/N sat quietly in one of the chairs by Silco’s desk, the air heavy with the kind of tension that only long-standing intimacy could cultivate.

Silco, ever the calculating figure, was reviewing a map of Zaun, his brow furrowed in concentration. Y/N, however, wasn’t focused on the papers in front of him. Her fingers absentmindedly traced over her arm, the skin itching beneath the fabric of her sleeve.

Silco’s eyes flickered over to her once, just long enough to catch the rhythm of her movement, before he went back to his work. He had noticed this behavior before—her absent-minded scratching, the way her eyes would glaze over when something, anything, caused her discomfort. He didn’t know exactly what it was about her past that had made her this way, but it intrigued him.

Y/N wasn’t aware of the depth of the itching. Her fingers slid along her forearm, nails grazing lightly over her skin in an almost unconscious gesture, trying to ease the discomfort. But the longer she scratched, the deeper her nails dug in, unnoticed by her. It wasn’t until a warm trickle of blood began to slide down her arm that she paused.

For a moment, Y/N’s brows furrowed in confusion. But it wasn’t pain she felt—it was a simple realization that something wasn’t right. She stared at the blood on her arm, watching as it spread, before she absentmindedly wiped at it with the back of her hand.

"Y/N," Silco's voice was low, his tone sharp but laced with concern. He had noticed the blood, and it didn’t sit right with him. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze dark and focused on her. "What’s going on?"

Y/N didn’t immediately answer, instead looking at him with a distant expression. She didn’t feel anything. No sharp burn, no ache, not even the subtle throb of a wound beginning to form. She just saw the blood.

"It’s nothing," she said softly, trying to downplay the situation, her eyes flitting to her arm. Her hand, in a reflex, began to reach for it again, instinctively scratching the same spot.

Silco’s eyes narrowed as he stood up, his movements swift and deliberate. He crossed the room in an instant, his presence looming over her as he took her arm gently but firmly, halting her motion.

"Stop," he said, his voice commanding. His fingers were warm against her skin, and he could feel the slight tremor in her wrist as if she didn’t even realize what she was doing. He traced his thumb lightly over the scratches she had made, noting how deep they were. The blood was still slowly pooling, staining her skin.

"How long has this been happening?" he asked, his voice no longer cold, but tinged with a protective edge that was rare for him to show.

Y/N blinked up at him, her mind racing. She didn’t quite know how to explain it—how long it had been like this, how it had become second nature to her, this absence of pain. The idea of feeling pain seemed almost foreign to her now. "I don’t feel it, Silco. Not anymore. I haven’t for years," she whispered, her voice barely audible, vulnerable in a way that only he could see. "I don’t know why."

Silco’s gaze softened for a moment, but it quickly turned dark again. There was more to her past than she was letting on, and it troubled him more than he cared to admit. He turned her wrist carefully, inspecting the blood that had already dried. His touch lingered on her skin, as if trying to understand it all, the puzzle pieces he was just beginning to see.

"Does it bother you?" he asked quietly, his thumb brushing over her skin once more. "The fact that you can't feel it?"

Y/N hesitated, the words on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn’t quite find them. "Sometimes," she admitted, her voice low. "It’s like I don’t even know where my body ends and the world begins. I can’t tell when something is wrong until it’s too late." She looked up at him then, eyes wide with a kind of raw vulnerability he rarely saw. "I don’t know if that’s a blessing or a curse."

Silco’s fingers shifted, carefully cupping her wrist, his thumb tracing soothing circles over her skin. "It’s neither, Y/N," he said softly, his tone steady and unwavering. "It’s a part of you. But it’s not something you have to face alone."

He leaned closer, his face softening for just a moment as he met her gaze with an intensity that was only for her. "You’re not alone anymore. Not in this."

Y/N’s breath hitched in her chest, the warmth of his words wrapping around her like a comfort she hadn’t realized she needed. She felt his protective embrace, not just for her well-being, but for everything that made her who she was. And in that moment, the ache that had been simmering inside her for so long began to ebb away.

Silco moved his hand to her cheek, his touch gentle but steady. "From now on, when it hurts—when you’re unsure of yourself—you’ll let me know," he murmured, his lips brushing her ear. "I’ll make sure you never have to deal with it alone."

Y/N closed her eyes briefly, leaning into his touch, her heartbeat slowing in the quiet of the room. She wasn’t sure what tomorrow would bring, but for the first time in a long while, she knew she could face it with him by her side.

JINX

It was just another day of scavenging for scraps in the familiar, sunlit corners of Zaun. Y/N had always been quick to find useful materials, able to put together tools and gadgets with ease. That was one of the things she had learned after years of survival in this harsh world. She didn’t let her own feelings—physical or emotional—get in the way of her work. There was too much to be done.

But there was something about today that felt... different.

As Y/N was sifting through some discarded metal, her mind wandered back to her childhood. There had been a lot of moments where pain had been something distant, something not quite real for her. She didn’t know why it was that way. Maybe it was because of how she had grown up, the things she had endured in Zaun’s underbelly. After all, pain was just a sensation, wasn’t it? A signal from the body. And for her, it had always felt... muted. Distant.

She remembered the first time she fell off a high ledge, scraping her knees to the bone. The other kids had yelled at her to get up, but when she did, there was no real sense of hurt. It was like the world had numbed her to it.

Then, there were the moments she had to fight—swinging, slashing, feeling the bones of her enemies break under her hands. But there had been no accompanying sensation, no aftermath of bruises or cuts that told her she had been in pain. She’d gotten used to it, accepted it even, as just part of who she was.

But on this particular day, as she rummaged through the wreckage, she felt a strange tightness in her side, a dull pressure that didn’t seem to go away. She ignored it, keeping herself focused on her task.

She didn’t notice the deep gash in her side until Jinx appeared out of nowhere, bounding over a pile of scrap metal and looking excited as ever.

“Y/N! Look what I found!” Jinx shouted, holding up a mangled piece of machinery.

But then her eyes drifted down to Y/N’s side, and her smile faltered. The bright blue-haired girl’s eyes widened as she darted forward, her voice trembling.

“Y/N, what the hell happened to you?”

Y/N looked at her with a confused expression, not quite understanding what Jinx was pointing at. Jinx grabbed Y/N’s shirt, lifting it up just enough to reveal the injury that had gone unnoticed—an ugly, deep slice running across her ribs, blood soaking through her torn shirt.

Y/N blinked, trying to focus on the injury as if it were a new puzzle she had to figure out. “Oh. I guess I didn’t feel it.”

Jinx’s eyes searched Y/N’s face, her expression a mix of disbelief and anger.

“You didn’t feel it?” Jinx repeated, her voice cracking. “How do you not feel that? It’s... it’s huge, Y/N!”

Y/N looked at the cut again, a strange kind of detachment in her gaze. “I don’t know, Jinx. It’s... been like this for a long time. I don’t really feel pain, I guess.”

Jinx's eyes softened, her usual wild demeanour dimming just a little. She grabbed Y/N’s arm, guiding her towards a nearby corner where she kept some of her own makeshift medical supplies. It was a strange mix of chaotic and precise, but she was good at patching up wounds.

"Okay, this isn't right," Jinx muttered, her tone serious for once. "We gotta fix this."

Y/N gave her a small, almost amused smile. “You’ve always got a solution for everything, don’t you?”

Jinx looked at her, her hands trembling as she began cleaning the wound, almost as if she was trying to will the pain back into Y/N. “You’re not invincible, Y/N. Even if you can’t feel it, this still matters.”

For the first time, Y/N felt the faintest tug of discomfort—an echo of what could be pain, as if Jinx’s worry was enough to reach through the barrier she had built.

She looked at Jinx—this chaotic, unpredictable girl who had always been a little too loud, a little too wild, but was somehow the one person who cared about her in ways that made her feel like she wasn’t just a thing, a tool, or an emotionless machine.

“I guess I never really thought it mattered,” Y/N said quietly. “I’ve always just... kept going, you know? Pain’s never been real for me.”

Jinx finished bandaging the wound, her eyes softening as she looked up. “Well, it matters to me, Y/N. So you better start taking care of yourself, ‘cause I’m not letting you just wander around with cuts like that, okay?”

Y/N nodded, feeling an odd warmth spread through her chest at Jinx’s words. She didn’t know when it had happened, but somewhere along the way, Jinx had become someone she didn’t want to disappoint.

“You’re right, Jinx,” Y/N said with a small smile. “I’ll start paying more attention. To myself.”

Jinx grinned at her, eyes bright again. “Good. Because I’m not about to lose you, no matter how tough you are.”

Y/N chuckled lightly, grateful for Jinx’s unexpected tenderness, even if it came wrapped in a chaotic package. Maybe pain wasn’t something she’d ever truly feel, but the care from those around her—well, that was something she’d always take to heart.

[2-dsimp]

How would Nokka react to walking into a very domestic scene (you in the kitchen or smt and listening to music)

Cw: coercion, suggestive, Nokka being a simp, manipulation, slight mention of creampies

Yandere husband Admiring you from beyond the couch. Watching you fix him his favorite meal. While he reminisces about the past between the two of ya.

Nokka: ‘My babydoll being sucha good little thing fer me. Ah it was so worth it having them sign that marriage certificate once we started dating’

For context he did indeed made you put your signature down when y’all had an expensive anniversary date. He didn’t necessarily trick you into signing it all he did was tell ya to write down your signature.

While he covered your eyes, encompassing his hands over yours. Effectively helping you drag your pen over the legally binding certificate of marriage. Saying that it was meant to be a special surprise gift for the both of you guys…Back to the present.

Nokka: ‘They look so cute when they’re busying themselves in the kitchen…Damn that ass is fat, I need a get me a piece of that’

Y/N: Feeling a telltale shiver draw up their spine in a foreboding manner. Looking back to find that their husband was nowhere to be found. Only moments later to be met with a meaty slap to the rear followed by a greedy hand grab. And a dark rasp into your ear.

Nokka: “I’m in the mood for some deep creampies dontcha think that’d be nice too darlin?”

[glamourscat]

Omg I love that last Tim annon so bad I saw the exact post that they were talking abt and though I love the writer the Tim flanderization is so wild like have u looked at how he’s drawn in the comics??? Like he’s not Jason level ripped but u can’t tell me that he’s not even a little jacked 😭😭 + it honestly rly upsets me that ppl ran w the whole coffee addict thing like like my boy enjoy his zetsi in peace ☹️ ALSO ANOTHER THING ik that Tim having an awful sleep schedule is a thing in cannon but ppl make it seem like he doesn’t sleep at all when like he literally takes power naps all the time like bro deadass fell asleep on a roller coaster once and also this is lowkey unrelated but I don’t feel like ppl don’t make much use of the fact that bro is literally a master of disguise and has multiple disguises in fics like it would be so cute

But anyway that post awoke SMT within me sry for the yap I just love him so bad 😞🙏🏽🙏🏽

it's funny considering in canon he is drawn like this ->

lean, sure. But with a bit of muscles. Like, bro has been training since he was 14. And, i'm pretty sure we all do not care what DC says, they are all over the places with ages (like girl Jason is DEFINETLY NOT 19. He is pushing 25 lmao) but Tim is 22, period.

Anyway, i agree with everything you said! The last bit of your post inspired me to write something short, so here it is :) ⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹ “Tim, are you ready?” you shouted from his private bathroom, where you were finishing the last touch up of makeup before heading out to this secret mission you two had. 

It was supposed to be an easy thing really. Nothing too difficult. Yet, when you walked out, after not getting a response back, you were expecting everything but not what you saw. Why is your boyfriend dressed up as a woman? Is that a wing? And.. a pair of silicone breasts? What in the world– And why does he look so good? 

“Well, i can’t say i mind the view” you chuckle softly going behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. Your head on his shoulder, gently leaving a kiss on it. The long hair from the blonde wig he was wearing tickling your neck.

“I know right? I look hot” he says grinning in the mirror as he finishes applying the lipstick so expertly on his plump, pink lips. 

“Is just.. Funny how you did not even react” he continued amused, finishing his look with a touch of perfume. 

Damn he looks so hot. Even more than usual. 

“I mean, it’s you. I am used to it now. Still, I suppose it’s for tonight’s mission, correct?” 

“Yeah” he hummed, looking at himself in the mirror one last time, pulling his black dress slightly down, before putting his heels on.

Since when does he know how to walk on heels? but, most importantly, since when does he own a pair of heels?

“Alright, let's go. We are going to be late” he said, opening and closing his hand extending it towards you. A sign that he wanted you to hold his hand.

“Yes, ma'am” you grinned, giving him a subtle– or maybe not so subtle– squeeze on his rear before moving to hold his hand as you two go out. 

This is going to be a long night indeed. 

[songmingisthighs]

let's not do this pls this is so unnecessarily disgusting and what makes you think you can just dump this topic to people you don't know ??? and the fact that this bitch is on anon means that they know they're gonna get massive backlash for sending such ask bc they know this shit is not supposed to be made into a spectacle

tw/cw: abortion

i got this really disgusting ask in my inbox and i just want to know why someone thought it was okay to send me this ?????? what the fuck? do i need to turn off anon asks now ? in order to not be disturbed? jfc like i feel sick to my stomach. i need people to realize they can’t just be sending wtv sick shit they want to me or to anyone else. this is not okay. whoever sent this needs to seek help.

[livelaughlovesubs]

Hi hello! Delicos Nursery has me in a headlock nowCan you please do "mocking for involuntary reactions" and "ruining a part of their body they take pride in" (hair most likely) for Gerhard for the prompt event?

Love how we are all shaken by the pretty men (Gerhard) in delico’s nursery. It’s so rare to see the focus be on hot men. Btw my friend pointed out how its easy to mistype his name into gethard

Dom!Reader x sub!gerhard (?)

Warning: mean reader, stepping, dacryphilia, teasing, (tell me if I forgot smt, cuz I feel like I did)

Anniversary event

You sat down on the emergency stairs of one of the buildings, humming to yourself, waiting for the plan to unfold by itself. “Five more seconds, and he should be here.” That’s what the plan suggested anyway. In the meantime you scanned your surroundings. It was disgustingly filthy, absolutely immortal. Yet, the sound of water dripping into small puddles from pipes and roofs was weirdly calming.

As soon as you started doubting the script, the heavy breathing of an entity reached your ears, the person was getting closer to you. When they turned around the corner they stepped into one of the small puddles with their heels, making the water splash around. It was dark, since it was in the middle of the night. Based on your assumptions, you’d say they haven’t noticed you, you’ve been hidden well behind the shadows after all.

The old street lamp barely illuminated this dirt poor corner of the city, though the moonlight did. You could make out the outlines of the person, they were a tall individual with long, shiny golden hair that reflected the light of the moon. It swayed with their every move, and it seemed to have been meticulously tied up. The efforts didn’t go unnoticed, because you had to admit, their locks were beautiful.

Without making a single sound, you waited, waiting until they’ve come close enough. Their appearance emerged from the darkness, the bright moonlight helped in exposing their identity, it was your target, Gerhard Fra. A pretty important person, someone useful to your little terrorist group. With a swift move, you jumped and landed behind him, kicking him to the ground before he could react. “What- arrrggg..?!!” He yelped, clutching his sword tightly before pathetically trying to swing it at you.

It wasn’t difficult to dodge it, and you easily disarmed him while you were at it, kicking the weapon out of his hands before stepping on the body part. “UrgHHh!! You- you are a one of the pendulums aren’t you?” Gerhard groaned, gritting his teeth at the pain. He clawed at the floor with his free hand, trying to push himself up but to no avail. “Yep, that’s me.” You answered nonchalantly, there was no reason for you to hide your identity, in fact, you’ve been waiting to introduce yourself to him.

His clean white pants have been soaked now, alongside his refined uniform, but these things didn’t seem to bother him. Rather, he tried to gain some kind of information out of you, yelling through the streets, “who are you? And what are your motives?” A sense of anger became the fundaments of his voice, he turned his head over his shoulder, staring right at you. He tried to etch your looks into his brain to the best of his ability.

“These things aren’t that important.” You mumbled, and reached out for his high ponytail, wrapping your hand around the base of it. He tied his hair very tightly, and thoroughly, he definitely invests a lot of time into his golden locks. “Why don’t you tell me about you instead?” The male glared at you, and his feisty reaction was met with you yanking on his hair, making him arch his back at the strength you used and whine involuntarily, “aahHh…!”

“Oh? What a nice reaction there.” He shuddered at your teasing comment and bit his bottom lip when you sat down on his back, pressing him down with your weight. “Can I hear it once more?” You asked a rhetorical question, smirking as you did, pulling on his hair once again. It had the same outcome as before, with him whimpering into the depths of the alley, ordering you around as a last resort, “hnngg! S-stop it this instand!”

Your laughter bounced off the walls, making him feel humiliated. “You can’t even control yourself in front of the enemy, stuttering like that. As if I’d listen to you.” Honestly, you wanted him to get off his high horse. Did he really believe you’d obey his commands considering the position you two were in? “God, this is so much fun, your attitude’s almost cute! Haha~!” A sense of shame flashed across his eyes, his cheeks had a rosy taint to them, he was blushing.

After glancing around for a bit, you saw his sword lying in the mud. An idea crossed your mind, so you took hold of his weapon, bringing it closer to him. Though, you didn’t rest it against his throat as he feared, instead you held it above his ponytail. “Hey Gerhard, your hair’s so long. How long did it take you to grow it out?” The male gulped, dreadful about the fact you knew his name. “Why are you asking?” Gerhard scoffed, still not over his fury.

You shrugged, acting unbothered before you rubbed the sharp edge of his sword against his bush of hair. “I guess your hair’s not that important to you after all, so I can cut it, right?” His eyes widened, mouth agape as he tried to talk you out of it, “w-what does cutting my hair matter?! I wouldn’t tell you anything neither way!” When your eyes met, he felt a shiver run down his spine, that look you bore told him you weren’t doing it out of a logical standpoint, it was for your own satisfaction.

“I knew you would never tell me anything about the true of vamp, don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” Your statement was immediately met with his protest, “then.. you don’t need to do something unnecessary!” You smiled at him, shaking your head at his words, “it’s not unnecessary. You like your hair don’t ya? So, it’s an emotional attack.” The vampire clenched his teeth, sweating as he was in pure disbelief. He couldn’t find the right words to convince you.

Then you yanked on it one last time, before using his sword to cut the ponytail off. “No- Stop! Wait!” Gerhard shouted when he noticed the tight knot he did disappear, he tried to stand up again, to push you off him, but it just didn’t work. “Hmm? What did you say~?” you giggled, finding his desperate expression’s fun. “I-, p-please don’t..” he whispered breathlessly, pulling a pitiful grimace. This was the last thing he wanted to do, to beg his enemy, but he really hated the thought of losing his hair.

You stopped for a second, then said, “so you do know how to ask politely, but isn’t it a bit late now?” In that moment, at last, you did the last cut, now holding this batch of blond locks in your hand and shaking it around before dropping it like some waste. It was no longer connected to his head, but laying around in the dirty mud. “Ah..” He whined in surprise, his hair only went to his ears now, and it framed his face messily. His eyes shrunk, pupils shaking visibly, one look and you could tell he was devastated.

“Come now, don’t act like I killed your friend or something.” You sighed, showing him fake pity. That’s when you noticed his eyes getting moist, with what you assumed to be tears. “Huh, ya’ crying?” This time, you were genuinely shocked, staring at him who was hiding his face from you. “Shut up… I’ll kill you-” He threatened, but you interrupted him, “oh you are definitely crying!” Damn it, why did you have to keep humiliate him?

Once again your unrestrained laughter echoed through the alley, you could barely contain yourself as you mocked him, “Haha~ your new haircut doesn’t look half bad, you know? Don’t worry too much, you still have your pretty face, I’ll save that one for our next meeting.”

With that, you escaped from the crime scene, leaving his frozen state behind to take care of the mess.

[mcytegg]

its kinda crazy to me how many people i seen call kab manipulative and treating it was entirely malicious in its intent, yet i see very few people pointing out that derap is also. being manipulative and expecting so much of the people he trusts— like "trust me or you just die" is such an insane test to do and its crazy bc i do nawt believe he'd react well if pangi or zam or whoever tested him like he tests them constantly

im not saying kab isnt manipulative or that shes faultless bc she has done a lot wrong and a lot to hurt the people around her— esp zam. but its interesting bc her and derap just dont seem to be held to the same standards by the wider fandom even though they both seem to default to manipulation and attempted control so they feel secure w their friends and allies.

it isnt done w malicious intent, but they are still hurting the people around them and expecting far too much from the people theyve latched onto. they dont seem to understand unconditional loyalty is something that doesnt ACTUALLY exist, and it is not the exact same as having a friend u know u can rely on consistently no matter what. even having a friendship like mapicc and zam, mapicc and ro, vi and subz, or any of the likes ISNT abt never disagreeing or never acting against them in any situation ever.

its trust built over time and from experiencing lifesteal together. its about winning together, losing together, fighting side by side, and knowing when to stand up for urself and to fight against them if they are doing smt that truly hurts u and/or goes directly against your own morals and beliefs. it isnt abt "youll trust me no matter what and just accept it even if im doing smt i know will upset u", its abt knowing that u can still be friends at the end of the day. that, come a new season, or a new arc, they are still someone u can have fun w and rely on to continue to be themselves w you.

their attempts to force a bond like that will only hurt themselves and their relationship w the people around them in the long run, but i feel like this is a lesson theyll need to learn w time and by experiencing it themselves bc theyre too lonely and desperate to be by someones side currently to realize it yet.

edit : had a funny realization that there is ONE relationship on the server that seems to be exactly what kab and derap are searching for, and its mane and flame. they want and expect the same loyalty from their teammate that flame has for mane. flame goes directly against his own morals and and beliefs bc mane asks it of him, and passively follows down manes path of destruction simply bc theyre teammates. he doesnt even think mane is right, but that doesnt matter simply bc the only thing he cares abt on LS is mane. he likes other people like pangi, pentar, and zam but he would kill just abt anyone if it was part of manes plan simply bc he has no path of his own— he hasnt found himself yet, so hes following mane nd his ideals.