#so even just the act of making a silly little star-headed friend to hang out with Cagney felt SO powerful

[starleska]

Mind explaining a bit about your OC Aster? They're very interesting to me, and I really like their design! Do they have any specific lore? 👀

awww my gosh of course!! thank you so much for asking - Aster is quite an old OC of mine and i can't believe anyone's interested 🙈💖 here's their Toyhouse page, which i really should flesh out sometime, as there isn't too much to their story yet 👉👈 you can tell by how old the art is - i need to draw them again!! so you know how towards the end of the Hilda Berg boss fight, she has a bunch of little stars which try to attack you? that's what Aster is! 🥰 only problem is that poor Aster isn't very good at this job because they're very short-sighted, and they often have to sit the battle phases out 🙈💖 i thought up Aster when i a) really wanted a star-headed OC and b) had a super bad crush on Cagney Carnation (which never really went away 😳). i thought it would be so fun to have a character who is technically part of the boss fights, but is actually a sweet, timid little thing who prefers the quiet solitude of gardening, and has a little bit of a thing for Cagney 😉

[phoward89]

Based on this ask

Academy! Coryo x Academy!Reader,

WARNING ⚠️ Coriolanus is a warning in and of itself. Smut, p in v, tittie sucking, tittie fucking, cum licking, groping, cussing, first time, just the tip is NEVER just the tip, Obsessed!Coryo, Big Breasted!Reader, Pervy!Coryo, Virgin!Coriolanus, Virgin!Reader, Shy!Reader

When you hit puberty you begin developing breasts faster than your peers. When the other girls are in training bras you're wearing an underwire. And then when everyone hit high school at the Academy, well they're in cute little demi-bras and Lacey bralettes while you're in full coverage/support bras. You have a drawer full of underwires, front closures, etc. Yes, your bras are cute too, but unlike the other girls at the Academy you have to go to a special bra/lingerie shop that specializes in products for large breasted women.

Your mother was shocked that you're so busty since she's on the smaller side. Your older brother, Rein, was so afraid that you'd be taken advantage of or find yourself in trouble with boys because of having big boobs at such a young age. He more of less big boob shamed you (which you learned after dating your boyfriend wasn't cool) and convinced you to wear larger/baggy shirts to hide the size of your boobs.

So for years you listened to your brother and wore larger shirts. Underneath your shirts you always had a strappy tank or a cami on over your bra, to work as an undershirt/barrier between your skin and the larger, baggy shirts you always wore.

One day, when you're in your senior year literature class, you feel like you're being watched. As if somebody's breathing down your neck. You look over your shoulder, trying to catch whoever’s staring you down in the act, only to see your classmate with his head buried in his book.

Coriolanus Snow.

You've known him since kindergarten. He's best friends with Sejanus Plinth. You're friends with both of them, but it's not like you hang out with them alot. Or actually it's not like you hang out with Coriolanus a lot. You hang out with Sej. In fact your mother encourages it. But you think that's cause his family's filthy rich.

You just brush off your feelings as silly, as being paranoid. The boy with a halo of light golden curls wasn't leering at you, he had his prominent nose in his copy of The Crucible. He was the top of your class; very serious and studious.

Of course he's engrossed in his book. The same book you and the rest of the class are reading.

It's about the Salem Witch Trials thousands of years ago in a New England colony of North America during the Pre-Panem times. The book's actually a screen play by a famous writer- Arthur Miller. Your teacher says that there's a film too; that once the class has finished reading the book, testing on it, and writing the thesis on it, then the class will watch the movie.

Oh, you can't wait for that.

You go back to reading your book, causing Coriolanus to let out a tiny breath he didn't even know he was holding. The top student was, in fact, staring at you like you hung the moon and stars. Truth be told, he stares at you in the few classes you share.

Coriolanus always sits behind you, looking at you longingly. He's known you for at least 12 years now, but it wasn't until this year that he realized he needs you.

Biblically!

Coriolanus is enthralled by you. There's just something about you, he can't quite put his finger on it, that makes his cock twitch and his balls tingle. His palms go sweaty and his mouth waters. He can't look at you without getting hard.

Hell, he's thankful for the godforsaken kilt that's apart of the Academy uniform otherwise he'd have visible wet spots (cum stains) on the crotch of his pants. Yes, he cums just by staring at you and fantasizing about all the things he wants to do with you.

God, how he wants to fuck your pussy for bad. You're such a smart, sweet girl and he's got a dark desire to fuck you dumb. He also wants to fuck your throat until your vocal chords are shit to hell. Damn, he wouldn't mind tearing up your ass either.

And of course, he wants to eat your cunt. He also wants to suck on your titties. Coriolanus will never admit it, but he's a boob guy. Bigger the boobiea the better.

But that's the only thing about you that puzzles him. Your boobs. He can't get a good estimate on their size by looking at you because you always wear baggy and loose shirts.

Coriolanus often imagined what your tits look like underneath your light blue uniform shirt. He hopes that one day he gets the chance to find out.

Almost being caught staring at you was what Coriolanus needed to give him the courage to approach you. He's been staring at you like a creep since Fall and it's now late Spring, so it's time to make his intentions known.

Coriolanus’ icy blue eyes look at you from over his book as he hatches a plan to get you to go out with him. He knows that you're friends with Sejanus and that the big bear of a boy has a crush on you, so he needs to make his move fast.

Maybe after class?

Yes, Coriolanus decides he'll approach you after class.

You're packing your stuff up in your Academy issued leather satchel whenever a shadow falls over you. You look at, curious to see who's casting a shadow over you, only to see Coriolanus’ tall form towering over you.

“Hi, Coriolanus.” You smile, closing your satchel.

“Please, Y/N, call me Coryo.” The handsome blonde boy insists with a smile.

“Okay, Coryo.” You agree to use the nickname while slinging the satchel over your shoulder. “So?...”

“I was wondering, my darling, if you, perhaps, would like to eat lunch with me?”

“Are you asking me out on a date to the mess hall for lunch?”

“Yes?” Coryo smiled, sounding nervous.

You thought it was so cute how Coriolanus Snow, who's usually so composed and confident, was a bundle of nerves asking you on a lunch date. His cheeks were flushed and the tips of his ears were pink.

“Okay, let's go.” You tell him, smiling happily.

And that's the moment that Coryo snagged you up as his girl.

You've been with Coryo for a couple of months now and the boy's eager to get into your panties. So eager that if he doesn't fuck you soon then he's going to explode and die. Well, not really just metaphorically, but still…If he doesn't get to stick his desperate over horny, pervy big cock into your tight virgin cunt he's going to lose his mind.

And it's not like his sanity's that stable to begin with. He's already a bit obsessive with you.

The 10th Hunger Games is fastly approaching and nobody really gives a shit. There's commercials for it on CapitolTV, but people’s grown bored of it. It'll be airing in about 3 weeks, starting with the reaping on July 4th.

And of course in your social studies class you're learning about the reason for the games- again. The Academy teaches it every year. It's overkill really. Of course, your teacher assigned a group project about the good of the games, blah blah blah. You could care less, but of course your boyfriend volunteers to be your partner for the project.

And he cares.

Not about the games, but the grade that the project on the good of the games can grant the two of you.

So, that's how you find yourself in your bedroom on your bed books scattered around and a poster board on the floor one afternoon after school. Your mother's staying the week with her boyfriend, trying to fuck and marry her way out of living paycheck to paycheck, so you're home alone with Coryo.

Which is why your project supplies are scattered all over and Coryo's got you in his lap, tongue shoved down your throat as he kisses you like a starving man that's just been given his first meal in years.

You've kissed Coryo before a few times since you've been dating, but nothing like this. Nothing were you're all alone with no one to interrupt you, where you have the freedom to maul each other's faces off while breathlessly melding your lips together and rocking your lower bodies together.

Coryo hasn't been able to cop a feel of your boobs yet, since you've never been alone for too long or always had the fear of somebody walking into the room on you. But now, since you've got your apartment all to yourselves for a few days, your boyfriend with the light golden blonde curls is finally able to fondle your tits. Unknown to him, you're very busty.

And unknown to you, Coryo's a simple man with simple tastes when it comes to a woman's body. He's a classic T&A man.

He loves himself some good old tits and ass. And the bigger the titties the better.

Coryo's mouth pulls away from yours, leaving a messy trail of spit hanging between your kiss swollen lips. As you pant, trying to catch your breath, your boyfriend's leaving sloppy open mouth kisses along your jawline and down your neck. You feel warmth pooling between your legs and let out a little mewl, but then your eyes go wide as you feel Coriolanus' large hands each grab at one of your large breasts.

Coryo smiled into the crook of your neck as he realizes that you're hiding some big ole boobies underneath your loose fitting uniform shirt. Fuck, he squeezes your big boobs again while lifting his head up. A wide, manic grin spreads over Coryo's face. “You're hiding some big titties under this baggy shirt, huh, baby?”

“Coryo…” You sigh, feeling a bit embarrassed, while trying to squirm away from him.

“What's wrong, Y/N?” Coryo asks, feeling a bit rejected as you try to push him away. “I thought we were having a good time fucking around?”

“We were but then…” You trail off, only to wave a hand in front of your big boobs.

Coriolanus’ brow knitted and his nose twitched slightly in disbelief. “What? You mean you're embarrassed that I grabbed your perfect, squeezable tits?”

“It's embarrassing to be 18 and have boobs bigger then some grown women, Coryo. It's-” You began to explain why you're self conscious about your big breath only for him to, oh so eloquently (not) interrupt you with, “That's bullshit, Y/N.”

You blinked at him, unsure of how to react to his sudden outburst.

“I like titties; ass too, and believe me the bigger the better.” Your boyfriend, who’s usually so prim and proper, bluntly tells you.

“Yea?” You ask a bit thickly, feeling all of your nerves fluttering in your stomach like butterflies.

“Yea.” Coryo nods, a lopsided grin on his lush lips. “How ‘bout you show me what's underneath your shirt? Hmm?” He suggests, waggling his brows.

“Okay.” You nod, causing your boyfriend to quickly unbutton your shirt.

But as soon as he pushes your open shirt over your shoulders he's signing in frustration. Tilting his head and giving you a sideways look, he dryly asks, “Why're you wearing another shirt for?”

“I always wear a cami over my bra. It's a barrier between my skin and the loose fitting shirt; it also slims down the bulk of my boobs.” Was the explanation You gave your stumped boyfriend.

“Well, I don't think that you need to do that anymore, Y/N. And, darling, I also think that you need to wear shirts that actually fit you.” Coryo tells you his honest opinion while grabbing the hem of your strappy camisole, he pulls it up. You raised your arms, letting him pull it up over your head. Tossing it over his shoulder, he licked his lips as he saw your big boobs threatening to spill out of your bra. “Let's free these puppies, shall we, baby?” He rhetorically asked, icy eyes gleaming with joy.

You nod and unhook your bra for him. As soon as you finish taking off your simple, but supportive bra, your boyfriend's on you like a magnet. His hands are grabbing and jiggling your large breasts while he burries his face in your cleavage.

Coryo feels like he died and went to Elysium as he sucks and nips the the sides of your boobs, where your cleavage is. Oh gods, how he loves your big ol’ boobies. Being face first in them turns him on, makes him harder than he's ever been in his entire life.

Coryo pays your big breasts lots and lots of attention. He sucks, kisses, and nips them all over before alternating sucking and pinching your nipples. He massages, gropes, jiggles, and fondles your big tits. He even takes his shirt off and makes you ride his thigh while your chests are pressed together.

Fuck, he just loves the feel of your perfectly big titties.

You're laying on your bed, legs spread wide open as Coryo fucks you with just the tip of his cock. Because just the tip doesn't count. It's not real sex if it doesn't go all the way in.

At first the two of you agreed to mutual.masterbation sitting across from each other on your bed. But then with how horny and pervy your boyfriend is, that turned into you two practically inches away from each other with him saying that the tip of his cock would feel so good in your cunt. That you could rub your clit and get off while he could jack off and get off.

At first you were iffy about it, saying that you've never done anything like that before. But he assured you that if you didn't like it then he'd stop.

Well, as it turns out you really liked it and he didn't stop.

“Coryo, your tip feels so good.” You mewl, rubbing your clit as you were trying to satisfy that itch you needed to scratch, that tingling feeling twitching deep inside of your wet cunt.

“Fuck, baby.” Coryo half groaned, pumping his shaft while lightly thrusting the tip of his cock in and out of your juicy wet cunt. His large cock’s red and angry with arousal. If he doesn't fuck you, really fuck you balls deep, then he's going to go completely insane.

Not like he isn't already halfway to looney tunes town already, but still…

“Baby, please, just let me slide my cock all the way in. Let me fuck you; make us both feel so good.”

“But I don't have the birth control implant; were too young for an accident.”

“How bout after you cum I pull out and tittie fuck you; cum all over ‘em big ol’ titties I love.” Coryo suggested while bucking his hips a tiny bit harder; making his tip slide a little bit deeper into your slippery wet cunt. A cunt that wants to greedily suck his cock inside of her warm, wet depths.

“Okay.” You nod. “But you have to promise to pull out and cum my tits, Coryo.”

“I will, baby. I promise, I will “ Coryo quickly swears before slamming his hips into yours and sliding his cock past your barrier and into the tight, hot, wet canal of your virgin cunt.

Or should he say no longer virginal cunt. Just like his 8 inch cock's no longer a virgin cock. Oh, how he loves the fact that he's finally fucking you after so long.

Coryo, having never fucked anyone before (just his fist and he's desperately humped his pillow a few times while fantasizing about you too, but he'll never admit) was a bit jumpy and all over the place with his movements. His thrusts were uneven and all too buckled. You were feeling desperate for some kind of relief so you start canting your hips up, chasing your high. A high that you desperately need.

Your hips rising up to meet his grounded your boyfriend's thrusts, gave him a guide on how to pace himself. Well, how to pace himself as best as he could cause he still wasn't really slowing down or something out of his motions.

It's only his first time (yours too) so it's going to take a couple more times of exploring each other to get more comfortable with fucking. He's a horny teenager after all.

Seeing your big tits bouncing around as he fucking you desperately into the mattress had Coryo in a trance. Goddamn, how he loves watching your big boobies jiggling around. The sounds of them smacking against your skin was like music to his ears.

The platinum blonde with a halo of curls dipped his head down and began sucking on one of your nipples while squeezing and smacking your other boob with his large hand. His free forearm was bracing the mattress, keeping him balanced and upright as he frantically fucked you like a bitch in heat.

Oh god how your tight pussy felt so good around his cock. And playing with your big titties as he rutted against you was.the icing on the cake.

The feeling of his large cock sliding in and out of your cunt, slamming into your special spongy spot, paired with the feeling your his mouth and his hands on your boobs had you nearing your peek. One on your hands was on his shoulder, nails digging into the skin; sure to leave marke, while the other was between your legs rubbing your clit.

“I'm so close, Coryo.” You whine, causing him to pull his mouth off of your boob with a loud pop.

‘Let me play with your pussy, baby.” He tells you, batting your hand away from your pussy only to replace it with his own. As his thumb quickly rubs fast circles against your clit, he fucks you fast while ordering, “Fondle your titties for me, baby.”

So, as he continues to pound you fast and desperately, you play with your nipples and grab at your big boobs- just like Coryo told you too.

Suddenly, the feeling of everything’s too much and the dam breaks. White hot pleasure shoots thru you as you let out a mix of curses and Coryo's name.

Coriolanus groans as he feels you soak his dick. The feeling is heaven. It feels so good. He continues to fuck into you until your panting and coming down from your high, then he's quickly pulling out of you and scrambling to straddle your chest.

“Y/N, hold your tits together so I can fuck the space between them.” Your boyfriend instructs you, causing you to quickly do as you're told. He quickly positions his dick in your cleavage only to start bucking his hips back and forth.

A throaty moan fell from his throat as he held onto your headboard, looking down at the sight of his cock slipping between your big breasts. “Oh, fuck…that's so hot…” Coryo chokes out in a deep moan. He watched his cock slip in and out, in and out of the tight space you made for him between your perfect breasts by holding them together.

And suddenly, with a final thrust,.his balls are twitching and he's emptying out rope after rope of hot, thick, cum on your boobs.

You stop holding your boobs as Coryo carefully stops straddling your chest and takes his place next to you on the bed. You thought that he was going to reach over to grab some tissues from your bedside table, but he didn't. Instead, Coryo used his tongue to clean the thick, pearly cum off of your boobs.

Yes!

Your boyfriend's so obsessed with your big titties that he licked them clean.

That shocked you.

And then after your big boobies are clean, Coryo kisses you passionately. You can taste the slight saltiness of his cum on his tongue as he slips it into your mouth. It's a very erotic kiss, to say the least.

When you break apart for air, Coryo gives you a satisfied smirk. Pulling you into his chest as he lays back in your bed, he tells you, “That was perfect, baby.” Pressing a kiss to your forehead, he tells you, “We need to get you some shirts that show off my beloved big boobies better. How can I go back to not seeing them on display after what we've just done?”

“I’ll talk to the Academy’s uniform department, get a couple of new shirts in my right size.” You tell Coryo, causing him to smile like a kid in a candy store.

Your project for your social studies class was half-assed and you had to skip your lunch period to work on it in the library since you spent the entire week meant to work on it fucking Coryo. But it all worked out. You and Coryo ended up getting an A+ on the project. You and Coryo also had lots of fun fucking each other and learning each other's bodies.

But one thing that never changed is how obsessed Coryo is about your large breasts. He's so obsessed with them that he'll just cuddle with you and rest his head on them. Something that freaks out your mutual friend, Sejanus Plinth, when he witnesses it at school during lunch and break periods.

But what can you can say? Coryo’s obsessed with your big boobs, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

Especially when the mentoring project comes around…

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[cindol]

ACTOR!CONNIE and his BLACK FEM ACTOR GF

Connie Springer x black fem reader

tw: fluff, friends to lovers, kinda rushed !!, modern acting au,

actor!Connie who always had a little crush whenever he seen you as a horror actor in his favorite films so it was exciting when he was found out he’ll be starring as the final victim male in a movie with you as the main femme fatale villain.

actor!Connie who’s always getting you flustered whenever you and him are doing rehearsal on set. When his character kisses your hand in such a romantic way. You make a quiet gasp as you have to remind yourself that this is just regular acting between two actors.

actor!Connie who in a weird way likes getting scolded by you when he’s goofing around. The way you say “uh uh boy! No games, cmere.” with a finger while he walks your way with his hands in his pockets and Eren and Jean cracking up at that behind his back. He just loves the way you scold him in a motherly way.

actor!Connie who gets flustered whenever you do such platonic acts to him. Like when you catch him with his collar not fixed up right and decide to get up on your tippy toes and fix it yourself or when you fix his green hat that has a ‘C’ on it.

actor!Connie who sees a lot of ship edits of you and him after the movies release. He has a guilty pleasure of going on a alt account and secretly liking any account that post edits like that of you and him.

actor!Connie who can’t even post pictures of you and him hanging out with the movie cast without editors that ship you and him making edits of that.

actor!Connie who likes doing platonic secret dates with you in his house, just because of any onlooking paparazzi and that’s how you like it. He remembers you telling him how anxious you are about any press or you showing up on The Shade Room or some shit.

The platonic dates usually consist of you and him sharing a pizza box or some chipotle as he lays on your lap in a totally platonic way as some Jazmine Sullivan plays out in his room speakers.

actor!Connie who’s always has his friends commenting on his obvious crush on you.

As he sits smoking the shared blunt he huffs when Jean starts his talking.”It makes no sense why you haven’t pinned after [name] yet. That’s a good good lady,” Jean said his last sentence with ooze on it which caught Connie’s attention as he let out a drag and held the blunt.”Aye, don’t talk about the lady like that and I ain’t going after her yet.. Just gonna take things slow.”

Eren clicked his tongue when he said that.”Take things slow my ass.. You and this woman eat together, you listen to all the music she wants as you just vibe resting on her lap, you’ve danced the fucking bachata with her before off set.” Connie groaned once more as Eren continued on.”Learn from me Con, don’t be some silly dumbass like me and wait to pin after your woman. You never know what dude will come right along.” That gets him thinking..

actor!Connie who’s always jealous looking at Eren and Mikasa’s relationship. When he sees how Eren is always holding doors open for her and kissing the engagement ring on her finger while looking at with such love in his eyes makes him long for something like that.

actor!Connie who starts to ask around what kind of things you like to your girlfriends and Sasha. They of course help the poor man out just for their bestie never the less as they giggle deviously.

actor!Connie who one day comes over to gift you some strawberry pound cake perfume and just decides to fuck it and ask you out on a date.

As youre squirting the perfume on your wrist to smell it he clears his throat and speaks with his head hanging low.”Let’s go on a date, I understand if you don’t wanna fuckin’ date me beacuse im just this young boy from fuckin ragoka and—“ you and giggled at how fast his mouth was moving and grabbed both his cheeks.”it’s a date Springer, took you this long hm?”

actor!Connie who you grow close to after 4 dates with him and bam! It just happens so fast becoming his girlfriend. Before you can even keep this secret with him somehow you and his relationship comes out fast..

a/n: Maybe I’ll make a part two? Lol 🫠

[heartfullofleeches]

Remember King Devil from the casino? If it's okay, may I kindly hear some more about her? I love big strong butch women who would pick me up and she seems so sweet.

Maybe some general hcs and appearance? Or King and a reader who's like, silly unlimited? 100% goofball ESPECIALLY around her because they get really happy around her?

A bit off topic but MAN one of these days I gotta be brave and doodle something and it send in. You're like my go-to yan writer!! Even if anytime I send in an ask I get embarrassed to the moon and back. You seem like such a cool person and your ocs and writing makes my brain bounce around in my skull.

King is one of many entertainers at the casino and is the star of the ring as a stunt woman in various acts. Her favorite is as a fighter in the medieval themed shows as they're when she's really able to let loose since human guests frame her violence upon others as an act. I don't have much more for design currently than she wears a knight helmet she rarely removes and has scales - possibly a dragon?

• King is a very boastful and loud woman. She's proud of her strength as it is something she lacked in her mortal years and will use it just about anywhere to get her way. Wanna hang out with other people? Gotta arm wrestle her for the free time. Need a jar opened? Maybe a little kiss to her helmet will put her in your favor. This does mean she's not afraid to rock anyone's shit for getting too close for comfort. Choke slams folks as a warning and if things escalate from there they'll likely end up as another stain on the wall.

• King does have a soft side she only shows around you and the handful of friends she's made at the casino. She may be the king, but you're her right hand and she'd be lying if she said she didn't enjoy all the sappy shit you can get up to. She even calls you your higness when she's trying to be cute. Bolts to the crowd whenever she's finished with a show and expects you to be at the seat she saved so she can swoop you up in her arms and celebrate the victory together. Gives bear hugs that'd save most a trip to the chiropractor and parades you around the casino like you're the best thing since sliced bread.

She'll still fling you around like a ragdoll, but she always makes sure you have a helmet and maybe a some cushion before she even thinks about throwing you... which is surprising quite often.

• King is able to manipulate the tattoos she has into tangible objects. The horse she rides in tournaments is a stallion she has inked on her back.

• King would have a field day with a silly/goofball darling. She's not above kidnapping and imprisoning her love, but to have you willing be around her and excited to be so is equally as favored if not preferred. She might drag you into crazy stunts, but not before punking some poor lesser to do it first to verify the safety of whatever she's throwing you into. Cannot start her day or any show without seeing your smiling face her and will brag about you to someone she's holding in a headlock while and long after they want. Lovesick demon lady is very much head over heels with you and makes sure everyone knows it

[silverzoomies]

It's not really a question, but an idea popped into my head, I watched Days of Future Past recently, imagine a student from the future, for some reason (a power I don't know) manages to go back in time and become best friends with her favorite teacher when he was younger (Peter obviously!) I don't know if anything can come out of this, but in my head the idea was brilliant lol 😝

I’ve been meaning to respond to this ask !! I thought it was absolutely delightful !!

Days of Future Past is so cozy to me. There’s just something about the way the time period is presented - with all those lovable characters - that makes it feel so genuine and fun. I’m a goofball with a childlike imagination. Nothing is more comforting to me than imagining being there tbh. As silly as it sounds.

This concept absolutely warms my heart, since it fulfills that silly dream.

Anyway, I have some thoughts under the cut !!

Peter Maximoff headcanons - Student reader goes back in time and meets their favorite, speedster teacher in his teen years!

We know Peter eventually becomes a teacher in canon. I’m not really sure what he teaches, since they never really clarified. But there’s no doubt in my mind he’d be great at his job.

Mr. Maximoff is definitely a more laid back kinda teacher

I do imagine he’s the type to playfully mess with any students who act out of line. I’ve had teachers like that before in the past. The ones who take no shit and lightheartedly tease students. That’s absolutely on brand for Peter

I also get the vibe he’d be so “how do you do fellow kids” about everything

And the students would think he’s cool anyway. I mean, he’s fast. He loves cool music - and probably some really cool movies/shows/games too!

I imagine he’d deck out his classroom/office in all kinds of pop culture memorabilia. Very similar to the way he decorated his basement back when he lived at his mom's

Reader as a mutant student would be no different than the other kids. Y’all know you’d think he was the coolest teacher there ever was. Some of you might even look up to him! And maybe also develop a harmless crush. He is handsome, after all.

Imagine your surprise - after you’ve gone back in time for mission with some of the X-Men. It’s part of your training. You never thought you’d get the chance to time travel, of all things. Or, if we're following DoFP canon; maybe you went back in time with Logan? You're one of the last surviving mutants, and your mutation is useful somehow. It could go either way!

But Mr. Maximoff is there in the past. Only, he’s seventeen, acting on impulse, and being a playful nuisance.

He thinks you’re weird as hell. You totally bizarre, future kid. But you’re also pretty alright...since you think he's so cool 'n all. Most people just think he's a freak. And hey, you're a mutant like him! He doesn't know a lot of mutants yet!

And how the heck are you from the future - but you somehow know all the bands he likes, the movies he’s into, the shows he watches, even the games he plays??

Spoiler alert - it’s because Mr. Maximoff has a tendency to show off all his favorite things in class. Dude can’t go a single day without referencing Galaga, or Star Wars, or David Bowie, or whatever else

If you’re allowed to disclose any info about the future, you’ll probably tell him he gets a teaching job. Not only that, but the kids all love him

To which he responds with a - tsh, yeah. Right.

Why would he ever become a teacher?? He hates school! He can’t ever focus in class! His grades are the worst, and he bombs every test! C’mon…no way! What’re you tryin’ to pull his leg???

Y-You’re pulling his leg, right?

It’d be dope if you got the chance to hang out with him for a little bit. You could follow him around while he got into his usual, kleptomaniac shenanigans

Y’all would definitely cause enough trouble to get the cops called on you

Actually, when you find out the local cops know his name by heart - you can't help but do a double take

Mr. Maximoff? The coolest teacher in Westchester? The dude who’s always doggin’ on students for running in the halls? He used to be a lawless rulebreaker? Holy shit!! You almost couldn't wait to return to the future, just to poke fun at him for bein' such a troublemaker in his youth

Honestly, there’s a lot of really fun ideas one could pull from this, anon. I can’t even do it justice. I’d love if anyone else wanted to add their take. My brain has been so broken lately. But thank you for your ask!! I love you dearly!!

[horatio-fig]

Seeing as it’s Disability Pride Month and I’ve been having a pretty rough time lately I thought I would share some pictures of what my life is like to see if I can feel less ashamed. I tend to hide my disorder because I’m worried people will judge me, but I wanna try sharing for a while.

My brain doesn’t always process feelings in a safe way. The Logical part of my brain and the Emotional part of my brain don’t communicate very well and so I’m more likely to jump to the worst case scenario (and in every scenario I believe everything is my fault) and make an impulsive dangerous decision based on that.

So, I have to live with constant distractions and safe things to keep me safe and calm me down when the bad thoughts start, here’s what some of that looks like.

This is my floor time blanket. I’m safer on the floor, it’s easier for me to lie down and wrap myself in a safety burrito if I need to and it’s harder for me to get up and do something dangerous.

These are my distraction games. We discovered it helps me to get lost in a large immersive open world games (Skyrim survival mode is the most helpful, but anything Star Wars is also great)

Speaking of Star Wars, luckily something about the world of Star Wars creates a pleasant feeling in my brain, so when in need I can always hang out with my best friends.

These are what we call “safety snacks”. If I start to spiral then a sharp flavour can sometimes shock me out of it. This is anything sour, vinegary or spicy.

(It’s gonna get a little bit dark now and I’m gonna mention suicide)

This is the view I have of the city. I love living here and it helps sometimes to rest my head on the glass and remember all the things I still have to experience before I die. Sadly, the door is always locked and I’m not allowed out there unsupervised for obvious reasons.

I also have a view of the river, the bridges, and that little gap in the fence I know a person can fit through, which as you can imagine can be a bit of a problem. This is a bowl of cold water I always have on hand. In extreme situations I need to hold my head under freezing cold water for at least 30 seconds with no breaks. Suicide attempts are usually brought on by extreme adrenaline rush that triggers my fight or flight. If I simulate drowning it can trick my body into thinking we have acted on this and bring my adrenaline down.

I don’t really tell people about this because when I do the reaction is very “Oh you just get to play video games and eat snacks all day, must be nice 🙄”. And yes, under some circumstances that is nice, but a lot of the time I am doing this under very very unpleasnt circumstances. I don’t live like this all the time, this is only when it’s a must.

I’m not sharing this for sympathy or clout, I just don’t think masking and hiding this part of me is very healthy and I thought maybe during Disability Pride people would be a little more open to this sort of stuff. I’m not really allowed to leave the apartment unsupervised and I don’t get much human interaction. It feels a bit like a prison at times and I’m tired of feeling so alone in all this. (Don’t feel sorry for me! It’ll just make it worse. Just tell me I’m a stinky a lil guy and drop a game recommendation or something)

Any way thank you for listening, this was really more for myself than anything and I already feel a bit lighter 🥰 Be safe out there x

Here’s the T-shirt I made after I got diagnosed.

Coz even tho I’m ill, I’m still just a silly little guy x

[boydepartment]

Pink Champagne - Lionel Newman

tw- none :) just fluff and part of my falling in love series so its short <3

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You didn't "fall" in love with Lee Felix.

You more so drifted or hoovered in a way, it was gradual and it made you feel like you were in the clouds. The way he cared and just so happened to spread light onto everything he touched was mesmerizing.

Even on his bad days, he would never take it out on you, you would sit and listen to whatever he was upset about. Loving him in silence. Loving him even when times were harsh. He would be there for you too.

At first you didn't even know you were in love with him, you just kept growing more and more fond of him. You thought it was just a platonic fondness. It just clicked to you one day how he truly made you feel. He made you feel like you were bathing in sunlight, his sunlight that he created with his personality. Yeah, he was a little weird and odd, sometimes a little loud but you secretly loved it. He was the sun in the center of your life. Felix didn't have to know that though.

You two were always friends so accepting that you were in love with him was fairly easy. Of course there was the initial shock but you got over that in about a week. What was hard was knowing where to go from there. You didn't want to lose your sunshine, you didn't want to lose someone who gave you hope that good people still existed. You knew he was that good to where he wouldn't leave you if you did decide to tell him. However, loving him in silence or pretending that he was only a friend, was better than taking the risk.

You never dropped the just friends act, always teasing him, making fun of him. Even though your heart and the way you looked at him told otherwise.

One morning he had invited you over, he said he was stressed and just wanted to hang out with someone who he didn't have to see every day. You laid out on his bed while he sat in his chair at his computer desk.

"You know y/n I never asked how that date you had went?"

Oh. That one, one of your many silly failed attempts at trying to get over him.

"I didn't like him." You said softly, eyes still glued to your phone.

"That seems to happen a lot these days huh? They like you, you don't like them, then you complain about how much they bother you for another date." From the corner of your eye you saw him flip his chair around to face you. You sighed and just kept looking at your phone. You wanted this conversation to end. You didn't like talking about your love life because he unknowingly was the true star of it.

"You know..." You sat up setting your phone down, "you never talk about YOUR love life."

Felix looked at you with a ghost of a smile, "that is because I don't have one."

This took you by surprise a bit, you would have thought that he did. But I guess looking back at the last couple years you have known him... He really didn't.

"And why is that?" You asked

"I dunno, I guess I am still holding onto hope for someone." He looked away and huffed a bit, his curtains were open for once in what seemed forever. The sun hit his face so perfectly. He was clearly deep in thought, like he wanted to say something but the little voice in his head was pulling back the reigns. You didn't like to romanticize your life but Lee Felix changed that. You took note of his tapping on the arm rest of the chair you helped him build. You helped him build most of his furniture and most of the time it would end in various breaks of laughing fits. It was that day, the chair day, when you realized you never wanted him out of your life. Felix turned to you, the sun still shining on him. Both your eyes met, a small smile started to appear on his face, that feeling of being bathed in his sunlight was back.

"I am so in love with you." You both whispered at the same time. Both your eyes widened and next thing you knew you were being tackled and your head hit the headboard

"OW!"

"OH MY GOD SORRY Y/N!" Felix took your head in his hands and started to feel around, only messing up your hair immensely. When he stopped you both looked at each other.

"You look like cousin Itt from Addams Family." He started to laugh at you.

"You look like an idiot."

You romanticized your life because he's in it, but you never knew how to put it into words. You were a little awkward with actually saying your poetic thoughts. However, little did you know that was one of Felix's favorite things about you. He loves that you are awkward. He loves the way you always look at him like he is the only person in the world, even if you didn't know how to say it your eyes tell him everything he needs to know.

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[nilikhangdiwa]

oh, so tumblr user nilikhangdiwa display name lancelot oshi name lance is gonna preach to us about lanwain? um. yes. i'm very sorry i'm not well about them. like, i'm not even the world's biggest ckit fan, but i WILL go insane and bonkers over lanwain. more under the cut.

SECTION 1: GAME CANON

sectioning this off because god knows that at some point i just have to ramble about all the extra lore worldbuilding that goes on in my brain. where do i even begin with them.

i'm not even going to give more than a passing mention to chikaita's general homosexual energy when lanwain are involved. "i'm glad you were my gawain." yeah, that's all you need to know.

lancelot's this little weird kid who was raised by fairies, and gawain's a noble knight who was saved by him and decided, hey, yeah, i can get you a job. which is frankly hilarious. and also, me too gawain. because, like, if i was on the verge of death and then got saved by lancelot, i too would be tripping over myself getting an excuse to hang out with him all the time.

they work really well together and have a nice rapport with each other! they tease each other a lot, and don't seem to mind each other's character quirks. gawain is brash and headstrong, and he can be a little bit of a snob sometimes, and lancelot balances him out by being more of a chill guy who just wants to do good and protect the people he promised to protect. they're opposites, fire and water, literally.

lanwain makes me really unwell because even if you don't see them romantically, they're just. really, really good friends. like, in the most literal way you can imagine me saying that. they work well together, they have each other's backs, they fight for each other and alongside each other.

and then, of course, bringing up the scenes after gareth's death in kniroun iv. my god. gawain is so chikage-coded. the perceived betrayal when lancelot "kills" gareth, the hurt he feels and the way he lashes out at lancelot because of it, following the orders of a higher power that he knows are wrong but he doesn't dare disobey and doesn't want to disobey. and even though lancelot comes from a completely different life, they still understand each other, somehow, and they're connected in some way.

sorry, i think it's horrible how you could put act 5 april into gawain's shoes and it still makes sense.

SECTION 2: THE CANON THAT'S REAL IN MY HEAD

this is all just extended universe stuff, so you're free to not read this part if you don't want to. anyone who knows me knows that i'm about to go on an insane ramble about gawain's corruption arc. but before that, some background and disclaimers.

this entire part is, like, what i imagine the kniroun games to be like in the universe of a3. like, i'm going to talk about kniroun as if i'm itaru or something, talking about a game that exists to me and is real to me and that i've played. this canon was developed primarily by my friend, kiri, and i, and then i kind of. got major brainworms about it. and they haven't actively done a3 in a while, so i kind of. um. went insane about it. so, yes. none of this is canon, but i like to pretend that it is.

now, with that out of the way, i'll start off with the quick things that are just quick headcanons. lanwain go outside and watch the stars together, and gawain isn't used to them because he's always hanging around people and chatting the night away, and he's absolutely captivated by them. and lancelot, who grew up watching the stars all night, stares at gawain instead.

gawain is a silly rich kid and lancelot's just a guy. they are the funniest trope ever.

okay, anyway, i need to explain the gawain corruption arc. i'm. not typing all of this out since it's almost midnight, so have this copy-pasted section from the last time i went insane about this.

BIG COPY PASTED SECTION STARTS NOW, THE END WILL ALSO BE MARKED, THERE WILL BE A TL;DR, BUT LIKE. Y'KNOW.

okay so for context, kniroun VI takes place after kniroun III and V, but V is more of a standalone kind of thing and gawain doesn't really show up in it, so gawain's story continues from III to VI, with the "flashback" of IV. and the flashback is very important! because we know of gareth before that, but IV is where we see gareth, and we're explicitly shown what kind of relationship he had with gawain, and how much gawain loves him. and it kind of highlights the overarching theme of freedom in gawain's story.

in I and II, gawain is just. gawain. he follows the king's orders, he follows what he's told and that's that. in III, there's a very slight shift, but it's not very easily noticeable unless you go through all the flavor text. and it's a lot of flavor text. so, of course, the VI corruption arc can seem really sudden to a lot of people, and of course it's not perfect, but i will defend this stupid arc with my life. in IV, we are shown just exactly what the consequences are for his blind obedience -- which he was born into! he was born and raised to be a knight since young! -- and in VI we are show the opposite, the consequences for his freedom.

and i think this makes a big difference compared to other corruption arcs or merlinification arcs, because he's not being coerced by someone else, like mordred or arthur in IV, but instead he's making his own bad decisions. and like. it's really kind of tragic! because previously his blind loyalty only led to destruction, and so naturally he would try to break free of that, literally or figuratively, not necessarily only from king arthur and the rest of society but also for himself. for the first time he's thinking for himself and i think that's really striking, but also very tragic because the consequences then of this decision are still the same: suffering, pain, death, destruction. ahem. it also kind of mirrors act 5 but you didn't hear that from me.

but i think it's also important that in the end its his own decisions that he does, and theres something freeing about that too that his actions are his own and he is not inconsequential, even if those consequences are literally So Bad. i think there's something that's very personal about stepping away from something you didn't necessarily have a choice in, and then coming back to it because you yourself have made the conscious decision to come back, because you have decided that it's something that you want to keep or cherish or whatever. and same with gawain, coming back is a decision that objectively good for the sake of britannia, but also for his own self, and he decided that he wants this, and that he wants to make up for what he did. and that makes all the difference, i think.

also lanwain kisses at the end of VI. i didn't make the rules.

it's also notable how the next game in the series then deals with the consequences of his corruption arc, and doesn't just pretend that it doesn't happen. i mean. they do still forgive him relatively quickly all things considered, but the fact is he still wants to atone for the damage that he's caused and i think VII is where there's that difference from his usual playful and unserious personality that he keeps even in VI. he's still very playful and teasing and flirty, but he's also got the burden of guilt on his shoulders, but also also the determination to do right. not that he didn't before! but it's very much more of a conscious effort to do so. and you have the feeling that he's grown a bit into himself as well, out of the person you meet in the earlier games who can be a little big dumb because all things considered, he's very sheltered, especially compared to lancelot who has seen so many things and was raised in the forest. like. he's groiwng as a person and as a character and it sticks, follows him in the succeeding games and it's just. wa. gawain corruption arc can be so personal.

COPY PASTED SECTION OVER. TL;DR, GAWAIN GOES KIND OF WILD IN VI IN SEARCH FOR FREEDOM, ENDS UP MAKING BAD DECISIONS LIKE A REBELLIOUS TEEN, AND THEN LANCELOT SMACKS HIM BACK TO HIS SENSES. EVERYONE NEEDS TO MAKE SOME MAJOR FUCK UPS ONCE IN A WHILE.

okay, i hope you're still with me. um. so, yes. that whole block of text is just to justify why i think lanwain kiss. because, lancelot is someone who wants to protect the people close to him, and by this point in the story, gawain is someone precious to him. and gawain goes rouge in search for himself, but he's hurting people and himself in the process, and lancelot wants to protect him too.

it's slightly giving sasunaru, but literally you didn't hear it from me.

during the i-know-you're-in-there fight that they have, their pasts both come to light, and like. gawain is lonely, dude. he doesn't have anything other than his duty. his one family member who's, like, actually near his age and not his parents died, and he feels like he doesn't really have anyone. and, of course, lancelot's like... well, you have me. i'll always be your partner. and. and. sigh. okay.

after lancelot beats the shit out of the gawain and knocks the sense back into his head, gawain is, naturally, very apologetic. and of course, the damage that he did doesn't just go away with the apology. there's a whole game afterwards that's just how he tries to make up for the damage he's caused! but lancelot is always there to stand by him and support him. he doesn't condone the things that gawain did, but he understands. he doesn't forgive the things that gawain did, because it's not his place to, not really, but he recognizes how gawain is trying to do better.

and in the other way, well. okay. there's a reason i don't have a big one thousand word essay about lancelot on hand, and it's because i'm lazy. but the other reason is because he's the player character. by design, he's a bit more of a blank slate than the other characters. nonetheless, you get a feel for him when you play, and by reading how he sees the world around him, you know? he's kind and golden-hearted, maybe a little naive at times. he's a nature boy. he likes to do good.

and gawain teaches him to loosen up a little. to think about himself more, instead of others always. as the games progress, your scope progresses, too. while there's obviously the aspect of technological advancements as the games get released, it's also nice to think that gawain is encouraging lancelot to expand his horizons and travel and be a little sassy. and rebel a bit, even, though lancelot's still a good boy at heart.

SECTION 3: KNIROUN META

very quick section because my braincells are dying. this section is just how kniroun fans in the a3 universe would see lanwain.

they're a really popular ship in kniroun, i'm pretty sure. like. obviously. the fans love them. in the jp version, they have all these cute, soft, slightly heartachey moments whenever they have their quiet moments together. in the english localization, i will not lie, they probably get hit by the friendship beam, but it's okay. the diehard kniroun fans will always shoot for them.

ANYWAY. that's about it, i think. i don't know anymore. but i love them, if you haven't noticed. i like kniroun a normal amount. um. what else. if i think of anything else i'll probably just make a new post, but this is insane and long already, so. yeah. thanks for reading!

[cloudspotterclub]

drama club (r.l.)

Pairing: remus x fem!reader

Summary: You're preparing for a starring role in a play this coming summer while navigating your feelings for Remus. When you elect your friend Sirius to run lines with you, misunderstandings occur and you find yourself in more drama than you asked for.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: all crack, fluff, friends to lovers, idiots in love, terrible shakespeak, reader and sirius are theater kids

a/n: I had a blast writing this one, it's a fun time.

“Ah, but that’s whither thou art mistaken! She’s not mine mother—she’s mine sister!”

“Wait, hold on, I slept with your sister? That’s disgusting, I’m supposed to be fifty.” Remus frowned, flipping through his script. 

You groaned, “Rem, that’s, like, the fifth time you’ve broken character in the last ten minutes.”

“Because it’s a terrible script, Y/N. Nobody’s going to buy this story.”

“I know,” you huffed, “but I’m already on thin ice because I’m joining rehearsals a month late this summer. What am I gonna do, send them an owl asking for rewrites?”

“Alright, fine.”

You smiled, resuming your dramatic stance. “Ah, but that’s whither thou art mistaken! She’s not mine mother—she’s mine sister!”

Remus cringed as he attempted to get through his line. “That can’t be—beest? Uh, that can’t beest true! If ‘t be true mine family findeth out about this, they’ll for su—forsooth leaveth me.”

You giggled at his awkward delivery. You always found it touching, the way Remus would indulge you even if he found no joy in your passions.

You threw your script onto Remus’ bed. “Okay, you obviously hate this. We can work on something else.”

“That’s not true, I don’t hate it,” Remus bit his lip. He felt a little guilty for being so dull and critical about something you loved. What was it Sirius had called him? A stiff.

“Come on, Rem, there’s no need to lie. It’s totally fine, I need to work on Charms anyway, and you’re the best study partner,” you smiled, patting the spot on his bed next to you.

Remus took his place beside you as you began flipping through your notes. It wasn’t exactly a lie, he thought. He didn’t hate the part where he got to be around you.

“Right, so I was still having some trouble with the knitting charm in class, did you manage to figure that out?”

“Oh, yeah, yeah. Here, it’s like this,” Remus gestured with his wand and the needles in front of you began to hover and lace the yarn together.

“You make it look so easy,” you said, admiring the side of his face.

Remus turned red as he caught your gaze. “Um, I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it. Try it.”

After half an hour of tangling and untangling the knots you’d made, you were finally seeing a semblance of a garment begin to take shape.

You let your mind drift as you watched the needles work. “Do you think it was dumb of me to sign up for that play last winter?”

“No, of course not. You love acting and plays and musicals. Why would it be dumb?”

“I don’t know,” you sighed, “I guess it feels kind of unimportant in the grand scheme of things. It’s just some silly form of muggle entertainment.”

Remus nudged you with his shoulder. “We have wizard plays too, you know.”

“I know. It’s just—what if this is the life I want for me? Am I dreaming too small? I love magic, but I just don’t think I’m fit to be an auror or a potioneer or even a professor.”

Remus considered this for a moment. “I think when you pursue your own dreams, you have to be a little willing to sacrifice the comfort of others. It’s your life, Y/N. I say do as you wish, not as is expected of you.”

You cocked your head at him. “That would take an awful lot of courage.”

“How lucky are we that you have no shortage of that, then,” he flashed you a smile that made your head go fuzzy.

Remus had a way of catching you off guard in your most vulnerable moments. He might not understand why you enjoyed loudly parading around the hallways with James and Sirius or how you could revel in being under the spotlight on stage, but no one else made you feel understood the way he did. It was one of the many, many things you adored about him.

“How is it that I ramble on for ages and never get a coherent point across, while you say ten words that are somehow exactly what I need to hear?”

“We all have our talents,” Remus mused. “I could never do what you do, Y/N.”

“What, recite some lines from a poorly-written play?” You snorted, “Even Padfoot could do that. I wouldn’t exactly say it’s something you should strive for.”

Remus laughed. “No, you’re right. What was I thinking? Wanting to be anything like Sirius? I must be out of my mind.”

The two of you dissolved into a fit of giggles. You loved Sirius, but he did open your eyes to the downfalls of hanging on to your youth for a tad too long. You could only spend so much time around him and James before your energy was drained.

“Still, he’s probably a better scene partner than me. You should ask him to read with you,” Remus suggested.

You knew he was right, but you were still a little disappointed. “I guess. But you’ll still be my study partner?”

Remus smiled at you warmly, “Of course.”

You took in his pretty amber eyes, which were glinting with sincerity. You could get lost in them for hours if you weren’t careful.

Remus suddenly looked up as he remembered something. “Um, Y/N, speaking of studying—”

“Oh, crap, my knitting!”

~

“Siri!”

The raven-haired boy looked up to see you running into the common room, an absurdly long scarf dragging behind you.

He howled with laughter as you nearly tripped onto him. “Blimey, Y/N, what is that?”

You quickly worked to remove yourself from the tangle of knitted yarn that had somehow wrapped around your legs. “I was working on the knitting charm. Will you read through some scenes with me?”

Sirius raised his eyebrows in amusement. “That depends, what will I get in return?”

“My love and admiration.”

He scoffed, “Why would I desire things I already have endless amounts of?”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine, you can have this stupid scarf.”

He stroked his chin, pretending to consider the offer. “Hm, a tempting proposition. Make a fool of myself in exchange for a monstrosity of a scarf.”

Suddenly, he slammed his hand on the arm of his chair. “I’ll take it!”

“Oh, thank god,” you said, pushing the scarf into his hands.

He draped the garment over himself with a flourish, posing as though he was having his portrait taken. “What do you think, Y/N? Irresistible, huh?”

“Irresistibly punchable, maybe,” you mumbled.

“What was that?”

You flashed him a grin. “I said you’re perfect for the role. You don’t even need to get in character. Let’s go, drama queen.”

You and Sirius merrily made your way to the grassy fields by the lake, settling in a spot a little further away from where a few other students congregated.

Remus was right—Sirius was the perfect scene partner. He leaned into every line, not the least bit hesitant to play the promiscuous duke your character was supposed to be in love with.

“How could I ever beest with thee after thee hadst amorous rite with mine sister?” You read angrily, pushing a finger against Sirius’ chest.

Sirius shrugged, putting on a heavy olden accent, “In mine defense, I bethought the lady wast thy mother.”

“How could thee pursue the daughter of a mistress thee laid?”

“I suppose thee could sayeth I has’t a type.”

Your face scrunched up at the script in your hands. “Rem was right. This is awful writing. I can’t believe I’m supposed to be in love with this guy.”

“What are you talking about? This duke character is hilarious,” Sirius said, shaking his head. “Come on, let’s at least get to page seventy-eight.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, flipping to the page in question. You soon saw the reason Sirius suggested that scene. “I am not going to kiss you, Siri.”

“Damn. It was worth a shot, eh?” He dramatically threw himself onto the ground. “But of course no one has a chance with you as long as Moony’s around.”

Your eyes widened as you dropped down next to him and threw your palm over his mouth. “Shh! What if someone hears you?”

“Ee noh luh eh-eeh-uh do-suh nuh uh-eh-ee.”

You removed your hand from his mouth, wiping it on your shirt. “What?”

“It’s not like everyone doesn’t know already,” he said casually.

“He doesn’t,” you grumbled.

“Right,” Sirius said doubtfully. “You’d play your role a lot more convincingly if you acted as in love with the duke as you are with Remus.”

“Are you seriously giving me acting notes?”

“Isn’t that the point of rehearsing?”

“Ugh. Yes.” You ran a hand over your face. “Okay, I think I just need to warm up before doing the actual scene. I have this other script from another cheesy romantic play I did the summer after fourth year. It’s not a period piece, but it’ll help channel my emotions. Let’s try a scene from there.”

Sirius scanned the document you handed him. “Which character am I?”

“Aiden. Page sixty-one, line seven.”

Sirius sat cross-legged in front of you and took a breath. “Penny, it’s not too late for us. We can run away, start a new life outside of this small town.”

You shut your eyes, picturing Remus’ face. “I want nothing more than to be with you, Aiden, but my family—”

Sirius gripped your hand, giving you a pleading look. “To hell with them, Penny! You deserve to be treated better than that. You deserve the world, and I’m right here asking that you let me give it to you.”

You looked down and shook your head, tears forming in your eyes. “I wish it was that simple. They’ll come after us, they’ll hurt you.”

Sirius delicately placed a hand on your chin, coaxing you to meet his eyes. “I’m never going to let them get you, darling. Penny, I—I love you.”

You quietly sniffled as a small smile made its way onto your face. “You love me?”

“More than you know,” Sirius said with certainty.

“And scene!” You grinned, wiping the snot off your face. “Wow, that was great, Siri. I really felt that one.”

Sirius leaned back on his elbows, blowing air out of his mouth. “Careful, doll, don’t lose yourself in the character. Might just fall in love with me.”

You snorted. “Please, I was picturing Remus the whole time. Good job, though, you’re a natural. You sure you don’t wanna join me in my next production?”

Sirius gave you a pointed look. “If I was onstage, I’m afraid nobody would even notice the other actors.”

“Thank you for reminding me why I can’t spend extended periods of time around you,” you said mockingly. “I’m gonna go find Rem, you staying here?”

Sirius was already lying down in the shade with his eyes closed, using the folded up scarf as a pillow. “Mhmm.”

“Alright, thanks Pads. I’ll find you when I need to run lines again.”

“That’s gonna cost another scarf,” he mumbled.

~

Remus paced in his room, replaying the scene he’d just witnessed.

He had gone out to the lake like many other students had, intending to soak up the warm rays of sun that Hogwarts hardly ever saw this time of year. He had spotted you and Sirius standing nearby, and he was about to approach you when he realized you were reading through a scene. He stood back and watched, entertained by the lively gestures the two of you were making.

After some time, you seemed to have ended the scene, as Sirius had theatrically dropped to the ground, with you following soon after. Remus watched as the two of you continued to chat, but things took a turn when Sirius sat up and took your hand. Remus knew for a fact those stage directions weren’t in your script, as he’d read the whole thing over dozens of times. He became increasingly distraught when you began crying and Sirius caressed your face. That definitely wasn’t in the script.

No matter how hard he thought about it, Remus couldn’t figure out what was going on. He’d felt his heart clench at the close proximity between you and his friend, and he quickly made his way back to the dorms, not wanting to witness any more of it.

Since then, Remus had wracked his brain trying to decipher what he saw. He was nowhere near getting answers when you burst through the door.

“Hi, Rem!” you piped cheerfully.

Remus felt like a deer in headlights. “Oh, hi, Y/N. Where’ve you been?”

You took in his slightly disheveled appearance. His hair was a little more mussed than usual, which usually happened as a result of him tugging at it when he was trying to solve a tough equation. One side of his collar was tucked in while the other stuck up over his sweater vest, as if he’d been pulling on it.

“I was reading lines with Siri by the lake,” you said slowly. “Are you alright, Rem?”

“I—no, actually,” he stuttered.

You took a concerned step towards him, gently tucking his collar back into place. “What’s wrong? Is it the moon?”

Remus removed your hands from his collar, shaking slightly. “No, it’s not the moon. It’s just—I went by the lake earlier and thought I saw you crying. Did Sirius say something to you?”

You sighed in relief, “Oh, no, Rem, I was acting. That was just part of the scene.”

Remus didn’t seem convinced, leaning down and softly squeezing your shoulders. “You don’t have to protect him, Y/N. I know that wasn’t part of the play.”

“Well, no, but—”

Remus pressed on, “Is there something between the two of you? You were sitting really close to each other, and he was holding your hand and touching your face—”

“What? No—”

“Do you like him? Is that why you were crying? Did he turn you down? He’s a right git if he did and if he hurt you I promise I’ll—”

“Remus!” you shouted, tugging at his sleeve.

Remus went silent, surprise replacing the worry on his face.

You locked your gaze on him. “Remus, you’re misunderstanding. Yes, we had finished running lines from my upcoming play by then. But what you saw next was us reading through a different play I was in a couple years ago. I was just trying to draw inspiration, that’s all.”

Remus’ cheeks turned a rosy pink. “So…you’re not in love with Sirius?”

You nearly choked with laughter. “Why does everyone think I could be in love with Sirius?”

Remus was at a loss. “On the surface, you’re quite similar, outgoing and social and you play off of each other quite well—”

“You’re the git if you think I could ever have feelings for him, Remus,” you interrupted.

Remus took his hands off of your shoulders. “Oh. I’m sorry for jumping to unfounded conclusions, then.”

“You should be,” you teased, “For someone as brilliant as you, you sure can come up with some funny ideas.”

He grinned sheepishly. “Guess you spoke too soon about me saying all the right things.”

You smiled, shaking your head. “No, I still think that’s true. You have a knack for being charming even when you’ve been an utter idiot, Remus Lupin.”

At that, Remus blushed even harder. He cleared his throat, “So, uh, did you manage to tap into your character?”

“Yeah, I did. I think I know how to approach the role now. I just needed a new perspective.”

“And what kind of perspective is that?”

Your eyes darted away from his face. “Well, I drew some inspiration from real life. Good ol’ method acting, you know?”

Remus frowned, tilting his head. “What do you mean? I thought you said you weren’t in love with Sirius.”

You gulped. “Uh—yeah, no, I’m not. I’m not in love with Sirius per se.”

Remus’ voice cracked as that familiar dread crept into his veins, “So you’re in love with someone else. Who?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, cheeks flaming. “Are you really gonna make me say it?”

“Yes. I want to know, Y/N.”

“God damn it.” You took a deep breath. “It’s you, Remus. I’m in love with you,” you said, exasperated.

Remus froze. “What?”

You ran a hand through your hair in embarrassment. “Have you lost your hearing now?”

“No, I just—I’m not sure I believe that,” he said with wide eyes.

You groaned, “Fuck’s sake, Rem.”

You launched yourself forward, grabbing his face and kissing him. Remus let out a startled noise before returning the kiss, arms snaking around your waist. You whimpered a little as you felt his fingers dig into your hips.

After a while, you pulled away to catch your breath. “Now do you believe me?”

Remus nodded, grinning despite being a little dazed. “Yeah,” he said under his breath, “can we do that again?”

“Only if you say you love me too.”

“I know I’ve said a lot of stupid things today,” Remus’ eyes glittered as he looked at you, “But darling, I would be a right fool to not be in love with you.”

Your knees nearly buckled as he leaned down to meet your lips once more.

“Y/N,” he said in between kisses, “how busy are you gonna be with your play? Don’t know if I can go the whole summer without seeing you.”

Your lips turned up. “I think I have an idea for how you can be in the play with me.”

~

“I swear by my christendom to love thee until the end of days. Until the sun ceases shining and the sky goeth dark, I wilt keepeth thee by mine side.”

The audience erupted into applause as the curtains closed. You joined the rest of the cast as you took your final bows.

A few minutes later, you spotted Sirius in the crowd and ran over to hug him.

“That was absolutely brilliant! You completely stole the show, the duke was so dull,” he said, handing you a small bouquet.

You beamed, “Aw, Siri, thank you. I couldn’t have done this without you.”

Sirius looked over your shoulder, his smile growing. “Ah, but here comes the real star of the show. Moony! You killed it, mate!”

You turned to see Remus wobbling over to you, apologizing to patrons as his branches smacked against their heads. You bit the inside of your cheek as you looked upon the over-the-top tree costume that covered every inch of the lanky boy, except for his face which poked out of a hole in the middle.

“Thanks, Sirius,” he said after he finally reached the two of you. “I must say I’m quite humiliated.”

You gave his trunk a light smack. “You were great, babe, everybody’s talking about your authentic portrayal of oaks.”

“Yeah. Tall and wooden,” Sirius remarked, nearly doubling over in laughter.

You ignored him, turning to your now-boyfriend. “Thank you for doing this with me, Rem.”

Remus sighed, but he couldn’t help the smile on his face. “It was worth it seeing how good you were up there. I think you were even better than in rehearsals.”

“Aw, are you beginning to grow fond of the art form now?”

Remus frowned down at himself. “I wouldn’t go that far. I’m just glad I got to spend time with you.”

You giggled, “Me too. Now, let’s get you out of that costume, huh?”

Sirius snickered, “Woah, save that for the bedroom, guys.”

[levisblackbabe]

Headcanons of Aot boys with a black gf

Characters: Eren Jeager , Armin Arlert, Levi Ackerman, Connie Springer and Jean Kirstein x fem black reader (separate)

Genre: Mostly fluff, slight angst, deffo crack, (everyone is +18)

Warnings: Language, a bit toxic, slightly suggestive

Wc: 1500+ (Each character is about 300-400 words)

Eren Jeager (The lowkey Toxic one)

· Lowkey scared of y/n because she reminds him of Levi when she is angry, and he knows she will beat his ass if necessary

· Started out as friends but he has always liked y/n

· He initially asked you out as a dare and you only found out after 6 weeks where you broke up 😐

· This legit started the cycle of breaking and getting back together (he never cheated though just a lil bit toxic)

· He is very possessive and controlling which also lead to your break ups

· Even though you have your ups and down he is mostly a good boyfriend

· He plays basketball so every time he is practising on his own, he asks you to be there for rebounds (in reality he just wants you near him baso 24/7)

· Loves your smell so he steals those items might be your lotion, hair products or perfume

· Loves your natural hair and just touches it without permission after a couple times you just gave up telling him off

· He was confused on why you changed your hair so often

· When you guys first started dating you came with box braids rather then your usual bun and he deadass thought you were somebody else 💀he was so confused on why this stranger was touching him up (this mf loyal cuz he was ready to punch you)

· He was soooo scared of meeting your parents (had to call Armin to ask for advice)

· Your family at first didn’t like him cuz of the constant breaking up but they grew to tolerate him (however your older brother doesn’t)

· Loves taking pictures of you during facetime, golden hour or whenever and saves them in a folder (simp)

· Loves your cooking soo much that he goes collect tubber ware of food worth a week and stocks up his fridge

· He loves when you speak to him in another language so he pisses you off so you can cuss him out in your native tongue

· He barely calls your name its either babe or some cringey name like bubbs or something (however if you hear your full name leave his month rip)

Armin Artlet (The simp)

· SHY BAE that’s it

· He was your English tutor and has always had a crush on you

· He wanted to ask you out on a date, but he shy and thought you won’t like white boys

· You asked him instead cuz you fell for his ocean blue eyes (I mean who wouldn’t)

· In the beginning you had to take the initiative a lot cuz he wanted to respect your boundaries but after a while he grew comfortable and took the lead

· He LOVES your natural hair and knows your wash day schedule, so he always offers to help anyway possible

· He was absolutely scared of meeting your family cuz once again he white 😐 however everyone loved him

· He most definitely invited to the family reunion

· Your aunts adore him and they always talking about you as a baby to him

· He always doing late night ft calls with you, and he WON’T hang up cuz he wants to see your face when you wake up

· Armin is a giver, so he always offers to buy thigs for your and just buy gifts at least once a week

· He also loves cooking for and with you (once you had a cooking competition and technically, he is a better cook, but he let you win)

· He likes sending random pictures of things you like and remind him of you

· He happily takes pictures of you (photographer Armin)

· You guys have a pet turtle called Mickey 🐢

· His nicknames for you are beautiful, pretty and stuff like that

· Just overall fluff

Levi Ackerman (the co-worker)

· You guys have been co-workers for 2 years actually

· You thought he hated you but in reality, he does he just acts stingy towards cuz he is Levi 😐 (some serious enemies to lovers vibe)

· He didn’t confess and never would have but due to a drunken Hange letting it slip during a hang out with your co-workers you found out

· He deadass ignored you for a week like if he saw you, he would turn into Houdini and disappear

· However, you once caught him distracted and forced him to talk to you

· Reluctantly so he spoke the truth and asked you out (thought he seemed angry about it)

· Now you guys have happily been dating

· Everyone in your office finds you lucky cuz Levi is the finest man in the office heck the world (if he was real, I would leave my bf 😭)

· He actually has a 5-year-old daughter (DILF! Levi) and told you why he never said anything about his feeling was because you know single dad and shiz

· After 6 weeks you met his babygirl and she is the cutest she loves you considering she never had much of a mother figure in her life

· His daughter is mixed so he knows how to deal with natural hair thanks to YouTube, so he sometimes helps with yours (such a good dad)

· But now that you are here you offer to do any protective styles and give him tips

· Levi isn’t very open, but he expresses his love to you with physical touch, acts of service or gifts

· However, he speaks very softly to his daughter he seems different

· Due to his love language being touch he loves petting your hair (only when you have protective styles) and putting his head on it ( he is tall in my head okay)

· He loves having you in close proximity to you and just somehow touching you

· Him and your dad really hit it off because they both have daughters

· Your aunts are lowkey infatuated with him

· Loves making breakfast for you but due to your busy schedule he just buys your coffee in the morning

· He will never tell you, but he has trouble falling asleep but when you sleepover he actually has a full nights rest (he has silk sheets just for you)

· He might seem closed off, but you know he loves you due to the little things

Connie Springer (the bestfriend)

a/n I just want to say Connie will be of Hispanic heritage for the sake of this headcanon also because all the fanfics I read about him he is portrayed as Hispanic I just write him like this however this isn’t to offend anyone or play onto stereotypes.

· You guys have been besties since freshman year high school

· You hooked up freshman year of college and been dating ever since

· Nothing really changed in your dynamic other than the fact yall kiss and do the deed

· Like you legit call each other insults though Connie likes calling slime and bubbs

· You jokingly calling each other baby mama and baby daddy (manifesting kids but whatever)

· Speaking of kids, you have plushies that you call kids and rotate them around (they are from your arcade date)

· Loves being on call with you when he is playing because it helps calm him down and not break his tv (anger issues much)

· HYPEMAN if you are looking fine asf he will hype you up so much and offer to take pictures for the gram

· You have a joint TikTok account where you reaching 10k and just do dumb couple stuff its cringey but cute (Same goes for your joint spam account where you guys just do silly things together)

· He always asks to do your hair which you repetitively deny keeping in mind last time you let him he nearly ripped off half your scalp

· Late nights drives happen a lot so you can vent and have a heart to heart under the stars, you guys also just vibe to the music and might spend hours in silence looking at the city lights and dancing

· If you fall asleep on him or in the drive back he becomes really cute and soft and just says you are beautiful and that he loves you in Spanish (ugh my heart)

· He only speaks Spanish when he wants to be cute and knows you won’t understand

· Your family have always liked him so when you guys started dating everyone was like ‘FINALLY’ (same with his family)

· Some type of kid’s movie marathon once a month cuz being a child is great

· Its just overall jokes

Jean Kirstein (Mr Doesn’t Give Up)

· Kept asking you out for a year until you gave in, he was so excited he kissed you straightaway

· He was so nervous in your first date, but he was a gentleman opening doors etc (whoever said chivalry was dead 🤨)

· Nearly said I love you on the first date considering he has liked you for a year, but he held it in

· However, he did get a kiss goodnight on the cheek (he was grinning like a fool)

· Loves the fact that you change your hair so much and so often that he happily gives recommendations and offers to help you out

· He is the overprotective type of boyfriend so he was reluctant on you meeting his friends especially Eren, but you reassured him that you wouldn’t be swayed (still icky about you hanging with Eren though)

· He adores playing pc games with you and you have a little family in Sims4 which is cute

· He now has a skincare routine because you introduced him to it (he said he didn’t need one cuz he has a ‘handsome face’ but he secretly started one lol

· He also steals your body lotion and legit smells like you (smh)

· His wrist always has a silk crunchie in case you need it, and, in his car, he has a bag with essentials for you such as pads, edge control, etc

· He calls you cute pet names but also the occasional insults as a joke

· He is lowkey rich, so he happily spoils you to fancy dinners and more

· He also likes going back to the basics so picnic dates in the spring and summer are common he says he cooks them but in reality, it’s his mum

· Your mum absolutely adores him cuz he is a ‘charmer’

· He likes facetiming you when he is working out so he can show up, but you just ignore him and continue doing what you are doing

· Like Eren he has a folder filled of mugs of you

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[idv-marythefairy]

hello! can i request an fanfic of an s/o that used to be close with luca pre-manor and only reunited with him again in the manor only to find out about his amnesia?

this is a heartbreaker now ;w; </3!!! i will definitely give it a try and i have so many ideas i need to put on here 🙌🏻😈!!!

TW: cursing

PLEASE ENJOY EVERYONE （＾∇＾）

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“have we met before?”

luca balsa x reader

before entering this shithole of a manor... before participating in this awful... “game”, as the call it, you had a very good life... luca, the man that stood by you through thick and thin, the man that always made you smile even if it seemed hard, the man you swore was the most talented you have ever crossed paths with... you couldn’t help but remember all of the memories you made together... that one time luca and you went on a trip to visit a very wealth family that wanted to buy one of his inventions and you both were wandering about the family’s mansion only to find a plant.

“hey, y/n!!! look at this!!”

he ran to the big plant

“now you see me!”

he ducked behind it while holding onto its branches.

“now you don’t”

you chuckled at how immature he was but this is why you loved being around him in the first place!

“luca, we’re going to get in trouble if hey see us doing this!” you laughed as the inventor continued with his little immature act until CRACK...

“uh-oh...”

you laughed at your best friend who looked at the broken branches in his hands with eyes as wide as plates.

“i warned you... you didn’t listen to me!” you said as you held your stomach from all the laughter

luca planted the broken branches into the soil, acting like nothing ever happened which of course made you laugh even harder!

“can we not speak about this in the near future?” he asked chuckling lightly.

or that one time he took you out for dinner to a tavern and drank a bit too much... he threw his arm around your shoulder and started singing the song the band was playing!

or... or maybe that one time you were hanging out with him at the beach and he kissed you as the sun was setting... you remember till this day his rough fingers against your soft cheek, how your lips danced together, how he brought your body closer to his and how that day marked a change in your relationship...

now? now you’re here... in this manor... participating in a game that makes you sleep with one eye open, a game that makes you paranoid about whether you triple locked your door and windows, a game in which you couldn’t trust anyone... not even yourself... you highly doubted that you’d ever see luca’s face again... or hear his sweet voice talking to you about his inventions, ranting about really silly topics, telling you jokes... you won’t ever feel his presence again...

“everybody! we have a new survivor!” emily announced at the dinning room.

all eyes turned to the direction of the new survivor and...

no...

you couldn’t believe your eyes... he was standing right there...

“luca?”

you got up from the table, looking at him ever so surprised with tears welling up in your e/c eyes...

the brunette stood there fixing his gloves while looking at you in confusion.

you approached him and eventually hugged him tighter than you’ve ever hugged anyone ever in your life but... for the first time, he did not reciprocate... you pulled away and just starred into his eyes, expecting for him to do or at least say something... he just took a few steps away, scratched his head and all he managed to say -something you yourself feared to hear coming from him- was:

“uh... sorry, ummm... have we met before?”

[thefanficmonster]

Let Them Talk

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female) ft. Sykkuno

Warnings: Swearing, Jealousy

Genre: Fluff, a bit of Angst

Summary: We can all agree Among Us is a fun game on its own but what makes it ten times better is playing it with the right company. Y/N could agree 100% Being a streamer herself, she loves playing with the streamer gang that includes her boyfriend and best friend. But, what happens when her boyfriend starts doubting her feelings for him due to her close relationship with her best friend.

Requested by @cheetoscat . Thank you so much for your request! Sorry it took so long to write, I hope the final product is worth the wait. Enjoy! Love, Vy ❤

Y/AU/N - Your Among Us Name

I settle in my gaming chair, adjusting my webcam one last time before joining the Among Us lobby with my friends. 

“Hi everyone!“ I say into the mic, a smile plastering itself on my face. Discord is a magical thing, man. It’s so easy to forget that the people you are talking to aren’t around you or within arm’s reach. You could be separated by miles and miles of land or - in our case - oceans as well. Distance becomes negligible when you hear your friends’ voices, their laughter; when you have a good time together despite being each behind a screen, often times alone.

Well, I’m one of those lucky ones that isn’t alone. No one knows that, though. Everyone thinks I’m a single, self-employed girl that’s straight out of college. And they are 90% right. Only thing is - I’m not single. That would be a shocker in and of itself, but revealing who’s changed my relationship status would be a bomb with a whole new intensity.

Speaking of my significant other who shall remain unnamed - just kidding, it’s Corpse - his form materializes in the doorway of my recording room. I give him a hand signal the camera isn’t able to capture, alerting him of the fact that my mic is on. He replies by blowing me a kiss and walking off down the hall to his recording room where he’ll be stationed for the next three or so hours.

I owe this relationship to my best friend Sykkuno. I’m a pretty new and not very well known on the platform, however, thanks to him I haven’t only obtained a boyfriend, but a following of a little over million subscribers as well. 

It all started with an invitation to fill a spot in the Among Us lobby him and his friends had created. It took him quite a bit to convince me to join, but I eventually caved and agreed. Suddenly, there I was. In a Discord call, in an Among Us lobby with some of the most well-known names on this platform. I’m talking YouTube legends. I was that puppy playing with the big dogs. The newbie tagging along with the big leagues. Or at least that’s how I felt until we all started vibing - talking and teasing each other as though we’ve known each other for years and not minutes.

When I joined the call, Corpse wasn’t present. After everyone else introduced themselves, Sykkuno informed me that we were waiting for Corpse to return. The name sounded really cool to me and I was genuinely very excited to meet this Corpse guy.

And then, out of the blue - no prep, no warning...

“Did you get someone to fill the spot? Oh- Hello, Y/AU/N.“ 

…he started talking and he had me star-struck. Apparently, he also had me a blabbering mess cause I remember blurting out: “Whoa, who’s this guy speaking in bold and underlined at the same time?”

The entire lobby, including Corpse, laughed. Sean, or Jack like they called him most often, answered my question, “That is the voice of God, Y/N. Its source is named Corpse, though.”

Heat spread from the bottom of my neck to the tips of my ears. I was mortified by my own stupidity. I was well aware they couldn’t see me and I was incredibly thankful for that, but I simply could not get myself to open my eyes. “I’m so sorry.” I said through nervous laughter.

“No, no, I like that description. Bold and underlined at the same time, huh?“ His voice sounded even more pleasant when it had that teasing, mischievous note to it. That thought popping up in my head only made things worse for my self-esteem and only made me more embarrassed, causing me to hide my face in my hands. “You sure it’s not in Italics as well?“ 

His question got a weak laugh out of me. “Nope, definitely not. Nothing Italic about it.“

Yes, I don’t even know how some terrible jokes about MS Word fonts got me as far as a romantic relationship, but they did! We’ve been living together for quite some time now, dating for even longer - hiding it just as long. It’s not that we have been actively trying to hide it or something, we just wanted to see how long it would take someone to become sus of us. When we realized no one would notice, we decided that if any rumors about us started, or even fans shipping us, we’d come clean. That hasn’t happened either, so we haven’t had the proper chance to address our relationship and neither of us minds.

At this point, I’m honestly afraid of revealing it to the gaming squad. Sykkuno especially. He’s my best friend, after all. I can see him being hurt by the fact that I kept a secret so big even from him. The last thing I wanna do is hurt my best friend but it’s already too late for that, it’s inevitable.

“Y/N have you looked at Twitter today?“ Rae, another streamer I’ve become close with over the months, says urgently.

Overlooking the tension in her words, I answer: “Nope, haven’t had the time. Why? What’s up?“

Before Rae can say anything else, Sykkuno joins the conversation, his voice somehow even more urgent than Rae’s. “It’s nothing, Y/N. If you see it, just don’t let it bother you, ok?”

Hearing such a tone from Rae isn’t unusual, but hearing it from Sykkuno is completely different and a lot more worrisome. “Well if it has the potential of bothering me it can’t be nothing. What’s going on?”

Just then, my phone dings with two notifications. I check to see they are messages from Rae.

“I sent you screenshots. Sorry, Sykkuno. She has to know in order to address it and defuse it as well. I know better than anyone how fast these rumors can spread, especially if no one reacts to them.“ She says, her tone barely apologetic at all.

I open the screenshots she has sent me and I find myself frozen in shock. Some old pictures of Sykkuno and I have been posted on Twitter by some random user. These pictures have started an entire thread of suspicions surrounding our relationship.

The pictures in question are from a New Year’s Eve party a mutual friend of ours held two years ago. Sure, in the pictures we are a lot closer than what would be considered a platonic proximity. And yes one of the pictures is of me kissing his cheek. Yes we were both a bit tipsy. I acknowledge all those things and yet none of them are concrete reasons for these rumors to have started piling. 

“This is silly.“ I finally say after maybe five minutes of silence on my end. ”This is absolutely ridiculous! And why are people so serious about it as well? Actual, important matters get discussed more nonchalantly than the potential relationship between two online personalities! What is this world we live in?“ I know I shouldn’t let these rumors get to me like this, especially not on camera. Still, I can’t help it. I feel it’s so unfair to Corpse. He has to put up with this as well and it’s by no means easy for him. I’ve been shipped with people from our group in the past and he always took those rumors to heart despite acting like he didn’t care. Neither of us should get worked up, but him getting upset about them creates a domino effect with my emotions - causing me to be hit just as hard as him, in some cases harder.

Rumors of the past aside, this one is the worst by far. Mostly cause even Corpse himself suspected something between Sykkuno and I at the very beginning, when we were still acquaintances, barely crossing into the realm of friends.

I pull up Twitter to look for the whole thread, barely sparing my stream chat a glance in the process. It seems pretty split - those who agree with me and those who think Sykkuno and I make ‘such an adorable couple’. The thread is ridiculously long, and if we take into account that it was only started approximately five hours ago, you can either view it as impressive, amusing or sad. Why sad? Because someone has dedicated so much time and effort into fueling the fire of a weakly supported theory.

I love Sykkuno with all my heart. Everyone knows that - fandom, streamer squad, Corpse and Sykkuno included. I love too much and too platonically to ever even dream of having a romantic connection with him. I thought that was more than obvious, but people are either blind here, or just grasping at straws. One thing’s for certain - they’re stepping on a nerve.

“Hey where’s Corpse? Did he disconnect?” Felix asks, gaining my full attention. My eyes dart to the monitor, searching through the little avatars in a desperate search for the one of my boyfriend. It’s nowhere to be found.

“He just messaged me saying his connection is unstable but he might join us later.“ Rae says, “You guys can invite someone to fill...“

“Bathroom break.“ I interrupt, not waiting for a response before shutting my mic off, putting the ‘BRB‘ graphic on my stream and yanking the headset off. I basically run down the hall to Corpse’s recording room, my heart pounding like a bass drum.

“Corpse?!“ I call out to him, one hand already on the doorknob. When five seconds pass by without a response, I barge in. 

Inside, I find his usual spot on the gaming chair empty and his slumped figure seated on his bed.

“Corpse?“ I try again, watching for even the tiniest change of body language. He remains still as a statue, not bothering to look up at me either. 

His hands are gripping the edge of the mattress, his head hanging low. His eyes are covered by the short curtain of his dark messy curls. I can’t gauge much. Is he angry? Is he sad? Both? How should I approach the situation?

Before I find the answer to any of those questions, I am kneeling in front of him, our height difference eliminated. I gently pry his hands off the mattress and take them in mine, holding them firmly but tenderly. With one hand I reach up to tilt his head so his eyes can meet mine. He complies, his tear-filled brown orbs meeting mine. Those tears have the same effect on me as fifty sharp knives stabbing into my chest. These tears focus their attack straight on my heart, tearing it to pieces.

“Baby....“

He cuts me off, “Why is it always someone else, huh? Do they deem me not worthy of being with you? Do they think you deserve better?” His voice wavers, “Well, they might be right. They are correct and there’s little I can do to prove them wrong. They mean you well, Y/N - pairing you with guys better than me. Those are some loyal fans you’ve got. They only want what’s best for you. And so do I. If ‘best’ is being with someone else then...”

It’s my turn to cut him off. I put an end to his nonsense ramble that’s slowly killing me by pressing my finger against his lips. The sternness of my gaze is beyond me as I get up and walk over to his computer setup. I put on his headset and hop into the call as well as the lobby with his avatar.

“Hey Corpse’s back!” Toast says, “Good to have you back buddy.”

“No, not Corpse.” I say in a casual, nonchalant voice.

“Wait, wha-“ Sean’s voice shows just how confused he is, representing the confusion of the entire lobby actually.

“I know all of you are streaming so this message will be heard by several different audiences so I’m gonna make myself perfectly clear.“ I take a deep breath, “Sykkuno and I aren’t dating. He’s a lovely guy and he deserves to find a girl who will treat him right. That girl isn’t and won’t be me though. I am already treating someone right. Someone who treats me more than right as well. An amazing person. A man-child with a heart of gold. You know him, to a certain extent. He goes by the name of Corpse Husband, but I prefer to call him ‘Love of my life’. Thank you for your time and attention, goodbye.“

I exit the call and turn around to find a stunned Copse looking at me.

“That was meant for you just as much.“ I say with a fake strict attitude, one hand on my hip the other rested on his desk behind me, “Were you listening?“

Within milliseconds, he’s on his feet standing directly in front of me, his lips inches away from mine. “I heard and memorized every word. But...” he pauses for a moment, “I think you have no idea how big of a chaos you just created.”

I smile mischievously, “We’ll worry about that later. For now...” I close the gap between us, connecting our lips in a sweet and passionate kiss. 

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[beyondspaceandstars]

One shot | Bucky | Fluffy: 1 , 9 | Angst: 5 , 6 | w/ a happy ending

I kinda wanted to make it a challenge, and I thought these prompts were the most interesting! If you do choose to do it, I hope you have fun! Have a great day ❤️

Pizza With a Side of Confessions

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: N/A, bit fluff, bit angst

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: thank you so so much for requesting! this also include in the second ask you sent i did see it and make note of it! you certainly did give me a challenge here this one took some real mapping out to complete but i think i got it i hope i checked off all the boxes :)

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You had sworn the knock on your door was going to be from your date. The sleazy, creepy date you had just rejected on the stoop of your apartment building.

He had ended up being the complete opposite of what he appeared to be online. Through text messages, he seemed caring and kind. Interested in you. But then when you two met… He hands kept groping. Wandering. Caressing. You had begged him to stop in the restaurant which he eventually did after he walked you home, something you only agreed to to keep the peace, he began working on you again and you had to put your foot down, forbidding the night from going further.

He didn’t look too happy about your attitude which made you assume when that knock landed on your door, it was him and he was coming back for revenge. You had grabbed the first knife you could find and quickly pulled the door open, ready to hopelessly defend yourself…

But as you blinked back the tears cascading down your face, welling in your eyes, you saw a familiar pair of blue eyes along with a familiar frown.

"Bucky?" You sniffled, still pointing the knife at your best friend’s chest.

"Hey, doll," Bucky said, cautiously. He was standing as still as he could while also balancing a pizza box in his arms. "Do you… Do you maybe want to drop the knife, like, right now?"

You shook yourself out of your daze, quickly pulling the knife away from him. He visibly relaxed but his expression was cold, serious, as it took in your upset form. You brought the back of your hand to your face trying to get rid of the tears but they just wouldn’t stop.

"I-I’m sorry," you mumbled as you stepped away from the doorway, letting Bucky into the apartment. He immediately abandoned the pizza on your kitchen counter and turned to you, brows furrowing in waves of worry.

"What happened?" He asked — well, more like growled. If a man could growl. He truly sounded beyond angry which made you jump a bit. Bucky must’ve noticed because he immediately took a step back and tried recomposing himself. "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you it’s just — seeing you cry — I need to know, whose ass am I kicking now."

You let out a light laugh at that, seeing his such protective side. You and Bucky had formed quite an interesting friendship over time. When you two first met, he loved bickering with you, teasing you here and there about anything and everything. You’d be the bud of the joke with him and while you tried not to let it bother you, admittedly, it had very quickly gotten quite annoying. Eventually, he seemed to just abandon the act and while you were cautious, you welcomed the newfound friendship — Lord knows those were hard to come across in adulthood.

Bucky has been an amazing friend to you ever since. Maybe even a little too amazing because over time you couldn’t deny some feelings had begun to form. But in your eyes, there could be no way such a handsome, funny man was going to be as interested in you. You tried to suppress it and instead just taught yourself to enjoy his little acts of kindness.

"I-I went on another date tonight," you sighed, setting the knife back in its holder. You leaned against the counter, opposite of Bucky. His arms were folded, waiting. "I and this guy had been texting for a while and… and I really thought he was great, I truly did, but then when we met he just made me so uncomfortable. All touchy, feely… Just making my skin crawl, even now." You sighed, dropping your gaze to the kitchen floor. "I told him I wasn’t interested after he walked me home and he didn’t seem very happy about it so… When you knocked, I thought it was him trying to get into my apartment."

You felt like such a fool explaining the situation. Despite this being Bucky and knowing, at some capacity, he wasn’t going to hold it over you, it was still embarrassing. You seemed to be constantly going on these dates trying to find a partner and time after time you came up disappointed. And Bucky would always be there to pick up the pieces.

When you looked back up at your friend, you found he was studying you closely. He was sure taking a while to respond but, then again, what more could he say? You felt he probably had grown exhausted trying to comfort you after these failed dates.

And it seemed your suspicions had been confirmed — but not in a way you could have ever seen coming.

Bucky cleared his throat as if he was preparing. You took a deep breath, ready for whatever blow he was about to serve. Would he yell at you? Would he give some speech on his disappointed he is? Beg you to delete the apps? Would he—

"Maybe you just shouldn’t be going on those dates anymore."

"Huh?" You frowned.

Bucky sighed. "You can’t keep putting yourself through this."

"But how else will I find someone to date? I’m not getting any younger here, Buck."

He turned away suddenly. You heard him let out a deep sigh. Your heart was pounding loudly in your ears.

"You could maybe start by looking at the man in front of you."

Your jaw just about hit the floor. "B-Bucky—"

But there was no stopping him as he went in for the declaration. "Remember when we first met and I used to tease you relentlessly? At the time, did it ever cross your mind that maybe, just maybe, I didn’t hate you? That I wasn’t doing it out of spite? I was doing it because I was nervous. Here waltzes in this amazing, beautiful woman, and I-I didn’t know what to do. I was falling for you and I couldn’t stop it. Hell, I’m still falling for you. Every day, darling. Every goddamn day." He paused, shaking his head. "I know this probably isn’t what you want to hear tonight but I can’t sit here any longer watching you get taken advantage of by the men in this city. I’m sorry it’s coming out like this but I think you needed to hear it. I apologize for that but I won’t apologize for loving you."

You didn’t know what to do. All you could focus on was Bucky’s pleading eyes and the tears forming in your own. But they were coming on for a good reason this time. They weren’t wasted tears over an uncomfortable date. They were tears of relief.

"Do-Do you really mean all that?" You finally asked.

Bucky nodded. "Every word."

In a spontaneous move, you pushed yourself away from the counter and took determined strides towards Bucky. You threw your arms around his waist, burying your face in his shirt. It took Bucky a second to react but you eventually felt his arms snake around you.

"I love you, too, Buck," you mumbled into his chest. You felt his body shake as he chuckled.

"You sure, doll?"

You nodded. "I’ve loved you for a while, too. I just never thought you’d ever…"

"Stop," Bucky said. "Don’t say anymore. Whatever you thought, it’s not true. I have always loved you."

You pulled away from his chest, putting some distance between you two but keeping your arms locked around him. He was looking down at you with a great mixture of relief and adornment on his face. You couldn’t help but smile. You felt the same.

"I can’t believe this," you giggled. "So are we… Are we like…"

Bucky laughed. "I think we need a date first."

You gasped, happily. "A date?"

He nodded then untangled himself from you. You watched as Bucky walked over to the forgotten pizza. "How about pizza and a movie?"

You looked between Bucky and the pizza box. "Bucky, do you want to explain why you were at my door with a pizza?"

Realization flashed across Bucky’s face. "I-I didn’t come here expecting a date or anything, I swear. I stopped by because… well, I didn’t know you had your date and thought at the very least we could hang out. I even got your favorite."

You smiled, stalking over to the pizza. "Pepperoni and jalapeños?"

Bucky scoffed. "I did say I got your favorite, didn’t I?"

You let out a cheerful squeal as you hugged Bucky again, throwing your arms around his neck. He leaned into you and it all felt natural, like the stars in the sky had finally aligned.

You broke away and said, "You take the pizza and find a movie. I’ll grab some plates."

Bucky agreed and you two broke into your separate tasks, eventually coming back together to sit on your living room couch. At first, though, you two just kind of stood there, the smell of pizza wafting between you two. You weren’t just sitting on the couch to watch a movie — you were sitting down, on a date, to watch a movie.

But you were tired of being so hesitant and running into wrongs after wrongs. You were taking this opportunity. You sat on the couch and patted the spot right next to you. Once Bucky sat down, you got a bit bolder and threw his arm over you, allowing you to cuddle into him. He was a bit tense at first but soon eased up, welcoming you to invade his space.

Bucky had decided on some action movie but you didn’t particularly care about it. All you could focus on was the fact you were cuddling with Bucky while eating pizza. It was a date. A real date where the touching felt natural and you weren’t scared of saying the wrong thing. Had you really been so blind?"

The emotions and questions within you were building quickly. You needed a way to break it, to distract yourself. You landed on your sad, silly humor to save the day.

"Hey, Buck," you mumbled as the car on screen blew up or something. You didn’t know, you just shifted closer into Bucky — if that was even possible. His hold on you got tighter.

"Yeah, doll?"

"Remember when I pulled a knife on you? That’s crazy. Who would’ve guessed a little civilian like myself could hold a knife to the Winter Soldier and live to tell the tale." You were well aware that you were rambling now, the roller coaster of a night catching up to you, but Bucky didn’t seem to mind.

The laughter that escaped him was like music to your ears. His body shook beneath you as he comically laughed at your ridiculous comment.

“You drive me up the wall sometimes, darling," Bucky mumbled back once he had calmed down.

You giggled, "Better get used to it."

"Yeah," he sighed, "I guess I better."

[imagine-a-life-like-this]

You Are In Love (M.YG)

Warnings : mentions of cheating

Word Count : 2149

Synopsis : while laying in bed, she realizes she’s in love with min yoongi

When my eyes opened, I was met with my boyfriend’s sleeping face, and a smile spread across mine. His arm was lazily draped across my body, unlike the tight hold he had on me when we had fallen asleep the previous night. Watching him sleep peacefully like this, I couldn’t help but think about how lucky I am to call him mine. “What are you looking at?” He grumbled in his morning voice, his eyes slowly opening to meet mine.

           “The most handsome man in the world.” I whispered, leaning up to kiss his nose. He scrunched his face before pouting, saying I missed the obvious target and pulling me in for a sweet kiss. When we pulled away and I met his eyes again, his hand moving to brush some hair out of my face, I was hit with the sudden realization that I was in love with him. I knew I was falling; I’d been falling for him since we started dating. But being with him like this feels so domestic, and I want to wake up to his face every day for the rest of my life.

           “Coffee for the pretty lady.” Yoongi smiled as he sat across from me, placing both our drinks on the table between us. I thanked him and reiterated that he didn’t have to pay for me. “Let me be a gentleman.” He pouted and I giggled, completely giving into him.

           I was so nervous, playing with my hands in my lap as we talked and got to know each other better. But as the date went on, I found myself laughing more and becoming more comfortable with him. After we finished our coffees, we decided to take a walk around and enjoy the nice weather. At one point, he had slipped his hand into mine, smiling down at me when I looked over to him. “I like holding hands.” He said simply, his gummy smile on full display.

           “Me too.” I tightened my grip on his hand, and we continued walking around like that, telling each other stories of our lives, and just enjoying each other’s company.

           I met Yoongi through a mutual friend, Jung Hoseok, and there was a connection almost immediately. He was a bit distant at first, and I later found out through Hoseok, and then Yoongi, that it was because he found me pretty and got nervous around me. It took him almost three months to ask me on our first date, and then another month to make us official.

           “For you.” He said with a nervous smile as he handed me the plush he had won at the game at the fair. A blush rose to my cheeks and I accepted it, thanking him. “Those games are rigged, but I really wanted to win you something.” He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck as we slowly walked by all the concessions.

           “You’re cute.” I told him, causing him to stop walking. I stopped a couple steps ahead of him, and turned to face him, a look of confusion on my face. He just stared at me in silence, a small smile dancing across his lips that slowly grew into his wide, gummy smile that I adored.

           “You think so?” He chuckled, taking the two steps towards me, and slipping his hand into mine as we continued walking.

           “I know so.” I countered as I started swinging our arms back and forth, looking around at all the lights that seemed to brighten the darkening day. We made our way to the ferris wheel, completing our fair date night with a cliché. I looked out at all the lights, and watched as couples wandered around hand in hand, much like Yoongi and I.

           “Can I kiss you?” His question caught me off guard, and I looked at him with widened eyes, before giggling at his question.

           “You’ve kissed me before; you don’t need to ask.” I told him, and he wasted no time; cupping my face and crashing his lips to mine as if he would die otherwise.

           “Just let me be a gentleman.” He said softly after he pulled away, his hands still cupping my face as he rested his forehead against mine. The ride quickly came to an end, and we decided to call it a night.

           We held hands as he drove me home, his thumb running over my knuckles subconsciously. The ride was silent save for the soft music playing from the radio, but the silence was comfortable. When we made it to my apartment, he walked me to the door like he always does, but he seemed really nervous this time. I thanked him for a fun night and gave him a quick kiss goodnight. “Y/N.” He called before I could open the door, and I turned to face him. “Be my girlfriend.” He spit out quickly and my eyes widened. “I mean, uh, would you want to be my girlfriend?” He started kicking his feet and rubbing the back of his neck, and I couldn’t help but smile.

           “I’d love to, Yoongs.” I walked towards him, lazily wrapping my arms around his neck, and bringing him in for a sweet kiss.

           “I’ll see you tomorrow for lunch with Hoseok?” He asked and I nodded, asking him if he could pick me up. “It would be my pleasure.” He kissed me one more time before heading home.

           Hoseok wasn’t surprised when we told him we were dating, having to deal with our pining for months. He would act as if he hated being the third wheel but was actually really happy we both were happy. He’s taken so many photos of us it’s almost like he’s our own personal photographer.

           “God you two are disgustingly cute.” Hoseok rolled his eyes as he walked into Yoongi’s kitchen, Yoongi behind me with his arms wrapped around me as we cooked together. Neither one of us moved from our position, and Hoseok snapped a couple pictures. He definitely wasn’t complaining when he dug into the food and ate most of it, going on about how delicious it was.

           “It was made with love.” Yoongi smiled, pressing a quick kiss to my lips.

           “Wow I cannot wait until you two are out of the honeymoon phase.” He quipped, but I could see the small smile on his face as he watched his two best friends fall in love.

           Before meeting Yoongi, I believed I wasn’t meant to find love. Everyone I liked and dated seemed to treat me like shit; toss me aside for something better. I was scared Yoongi would do it as well, but he’s proven over and over again that he’s in this for the long run. And as I lay here in bed, staring into his eyes, realizing that he’s the love of my life, I can picture him at the end of the aisle, smiling as I walk towards him.

           “Y/N! What a small world.” Mark exclaimed, pulling me in for an awkward hug. “This is Jennie, my fiancée.” I looked down at her ring finger, seeing a beautiful diamond ring adorning it. “This is Y/N, my ex. She’s chill people though.” He said to Jennie. I smiled at her, extending my hand for her to shake. She did so with little hesitation. Yoongi slid his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him as he looked at the couple in front of us.

           “This is Yoongi, my boyfriend.” I told Mark, smiling up at Yoongi who was already looking at me with a smile. “This is Mark.” The two of them shook hands, and the four of us stood around for a couple of minutes before I excused us so we could go greet the man of the hour. “I forgot he and Jackson were friends.” I told Yoongi, trying to calm my pounding heart.

           “Are you okay? You don’t look so good.” Yoongi immediately led me to the closest chair, sitting me down and kneeling in front of me. He placed his hand on my forehead, checking my temperature while looking at me with concern in his eyes. I grabbed his hand from my forehead, holding it in my hand as I told him I was okay.

           “Mark’s the guy I told you about. The one who doesn’t do marriage. The one who was cheating on me; with Jennie.” He cupped my face with his hands, wiping away the tears I didn’t know fell.

           “Well honestly, that’s his loss. You are the most beautiful, kind-hearted person I’ve ever met. And because he was an idiot, I get to show you what true love looks like.” He ended his small speech with a small kiss. “Now, what do you say we go wish Jackson a happy birthday and then sneak away and go see that movie you wanted to see?” I smiled and nodded, taking his hand as we both stood up and made our way to Jackson.

           Yoongi was right. We just celebrated our 6 months last night, and I’ve felt more loved during these last 6 months than I did the 2 years I was with Mark. Yoongi always reminds me how much he cares about me, how beautiful he finds me. Not a day goes by without him reminding me. I was so sure I was going to marry Mark, but in this moment, I know that was just a silly dream, a wish. But marrying Yoongi, I can picture it. I want to spend the rest of my life showing Yoongi all the love he’s shown me, and then some.

           Come outside. His text read, and I didn’t even think twice about throwing on some clothes and meeting him outside. The sun had long set, and the stars littered the sky. There was only a small breeze ruining an otherwise perfect night.

           Yoongi was standing beside his car when I got outside, a wide smile spreading across his face when he saw me. I practically jumped into his arms, giving him a quick kiss. “You make it seem like you haven’t seen me in ages.” He joked; his arms still wrapped around me.

           “I haven’t seen you in 2 days. That is forever!” I jokingly exclaimed, throwing my head back to further make my point. A chuckle escaped his lips, and I absolutely loved the sound. I have since the first time I heard it. I could listen to it on repeat all day and not get bored.

           “You know what, you’re absolutely right. 2 days is far too long without you, angel.” He leaned in for another kiss, one I happily returned. “Shall we go?” He asked, pointing to his car, and I nodded, even though I had no idea what he had planned. I trusted him.

           He had driven us to an open field and laid a blanket down. “I wanted to star gaze with you.” He blushed, rubbing the back of his neck.

           “You really are too cute, Min Yoongi.” We laid beside each other, and I listened as he pointed out different constellations to me. He would tell me the stories about them, and I would hang onto every word.

           “And that one right there, that’s Y/N Y/L/N.” My eyes widened as I looked at him, sitting up quickly. He sat up too, pulling a folded paper out of his pocket, unfolding it, and showing it to me. “As of today, there is a star named after you. Because you are my star.”

           “You really just went and named a star after me.” I said, tears welling up in my eyes. “Just take my whole heart, Min Yoongi. I don’t even want it back.” He chuckled, wiping away the tears that fell.

           “If I could buy you the entire world, I would.” He told me. And I know he would.

           “You are my world, Yoongs.” I admitted to him. And that’s when he pulled me in for the most passionate kiss I’ve ever felt. And it didn’t end there. It ended later that night, in my bed, soft moans in the air as we slept together for the first time.

           As I laid beside him, recounting all my memories with him, I realized I’d been in love with him the entire time. For me, there wasn’t going to be anyone else. Min Yoongi was it for me. “What are you thinking so hard about, love?” He said softly, a small smile on his face.

           “How absolutely, irrevocably in love I am with you, Min Yoongi.” I admitted and watched as his small smile grew. “I’ve always been in love with you.” I continued.

           “I am so in love with you, Y/N Y/L/N.” He chuckled. “And I’m going to show you that every day for as long as you’ll have me.”

           “I was thinking forever.”

           “Forever sounds good.” Forever sounds perfect.

[ktheist]

girls like you [don’t] run ‘round with guys like me | m

characters. popular!reader x shy!jimin

genre. college au. rich kids au. fwb au. eventual ceo au. eventual racer au.

words. 4k

warnings. 18+

note. this is a repost. tumblr messed up my exposure last time. this fic didn’t show up in search and it’s probably a third post of mine that ends up like this. this one probably won’t either but posting bc someone might see it and like it.

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It’s easy to tell when Park Jimin is in love.

Unlike Kim Seokjin, his eccentric, dad joke-loving friend, Jimin would only wear the pastel pink when he’s feeling giggly and shy and mushy inside.

The source of said feelings being either the barista he goes to get his daily dose of coffee from, or the girl at the library he studies at during finals or well, right now it’s the girl he’s fucking almost every day of the week - you.

“What are you doing?” Seokjin looks at him like he just dumped a spoonful of salt in a broth that needs a little, teensy bit of sugar.

Or his face seems to say that as he goes on, “she’s a mean girl. She’s mean.”

Jimin isn’t sure if Seokjin’s aware that he’s just repeated the same thing twice.

“She calls you Chim!” The older man reiterates.

“Yeah, it’s…” Jimin trails off, the heartwarming image of you cuddling into him after yet another mindblowing sex, flashing at the back of his mind, “...her pet name for me.”

“Sounds to me like she can’t remember your actual name,” Min Yoongi interjects from the couch he’s claimed for himself ever since they got to their usual hangout.

It’s a penthouse Jimin’s parents bought him on his 18th birthday. Him and the boys would hang around there after they’re done with classes or just need a place to crash whenever they have problems with their girlfriends or boyfriends or parents or any sort of problem that renders their usual room not sleepable.

“I think we can just agree we have different wants,” Jeongguk - or the sanest of them all, as Jimin likes to call him - chirps in, taking a bite of the apple he got from the fridge.

“Exactly,” Jimin throws his hands up as if freed from his elder friends’ judge-filled eyes. The vibration of his phone in his lap gives him even more comfort to know that he finally has an excuse to slip away - he checks his phone, your name flashing in the bubble that says ‘hey, wyd?’

“I have to go, it’s ___.”

A series of groans and hollers equally erupts from the men in the room at the realization of what Jimin’s ‘having to go’ means.

And so it goes. Jimin finds himself under your blanket that smells like fresh laundry - it’s a nude green color compared to the pleated black and white from last time. Your head is on his chest and he’s caressing your hair like it’s the softest thing he’s ever laid his hands on.

Besides your boobs, that is.

“I was thinking… since we have Monday off… maybe we could-”

It’s the way you push yourself off him, eyes that are onto him gazing straight into his soul, “oh shoot, Monday’s a public holiday. I totally forgot! I have to meet my parents. My dad’s been nagging me to come back since I skipped Christmas and New Year.”

And there goes his chance to ask you out on a date.

“Oh yeah, what were you saying about Monday?”

Jimin wears the biggest fake smile he can muster, “just that… me and the boys are gonna hang out and we’re bringing our girlfriends and boyfriends and uh- doesn’t have to be someone you’re exclusively seeing,” he almost chokes at the almost-admittance that he has the fattest crush on you and wants to make it official by inviting you to a couple’s-only hang out, “but like, I don’t think I’m going, it’s boring anyway.”

He waves his hand dismissively, trying to play it cool.

You make a cooing sound, eyebrows knitting together as your lips pout cutely before a playful smile blooms on your face, “I know what you’re trying to say.”

“You do?” Jimin thinks he heard his heart dropping to his stomach.

“Yeah, you’re single and all the boys have someone special they’re gonna bring… it’s gonna be awkward as hell because they’re gonna act different because they’re around their special someone so you thought if I was there, it’d be more fun because at least you have a friend with you that’s not gonna act fake the whole time there but I can’t go so you decided you’re not going too like a minute ago.”

Silence lulls in after your analogy that you sound so sure of when, in fact, he has a whole list of things he’d do on the date which he may or may not have gone over a hundred times in his head.

Doesn’t matter now, since that date is a no-go.

He’s going to delete that list off his phone once he gets to his place and drink himself silly until he wipes it out of his mind.

“Yeah,” Jimin says a moment later, “yeah… I mean, girls in love are cute but boys in love are just… annoying.”

The week flies by without Jimin ever mentioning Monday and you’ve showed him the clothes you’re going to wear to visit your parents because apparently-

“It’s lunch at some five star Michelin restaurant and I think they’re gonna tell me they’re getting a divorce,” your voice drifts into the room from the open, walk-in closet.

“If they’re not in some long, dreadful battle on who gets the holiday house with the pool and the dogs - how do I look?” You step out, in a frilly creme sweater with a black ribbon tied around the collar of your white undershirt with a black pleated skirt that stops mid-thighs, just inches from your black stockings.

A glaring contrast to your collection of washed out skinny jeans, plain t-shirts and sneakers.

“You… look…” Jimin knows he should stop openly ogling at your never-before-seen drip but there’s just something about the creme colored sweater.

“Like a good girl?” You offer with a smile Jimin couldn’t quite put a name to. Somehow he notices a trace of sadness in your eyes, but you disappear into the closet too soon.

“I’ll think about what to wear the morning I need to wear it,” you’re in the middle of pulling off the sweater when Jimin comes up behind you, kissing your neck and grabbing your boobs like they’re his.

The sound of your giggle is music to his ears.

That is, until his boner brushes against your butt and you gasp, “Chim! We just did it.”

“I know but you look so cute in that sweater.” He sounds exactly like Jeongguk. Like a fuckboy.

Like one of the boys you got tired of before you finally noticed him, the quiet, shy guy who’s friends with the outgoing, baby-faced Jeon Jeongguk whom - Jimin hates to admit it but he thinks about this every once so often and gets jealous all on his own - you’ve humped and dumped.

How you and Jeongguk still manage to stay friends and tease each other about the other’s choice of partners, Jimin doesn’t know.

It’s like a twin calling the other ugly.

He wonders if you and him will still stay friends after…

Jimin pushes the thought out of his mind. It’s not hard to forget everything when he’s with you - when he’s kissing you on the mouth like you’re the only girl he’ll want to spend the rest of his college life with and maybe his old days with together too.

“Chim, I can’t get my shirt creased,” you say but you’re already dripping wet and laying down in said shirt that’s half ridden up from him sucking and biting on your nipples.

He stopped you when you tried to take off your clothes.

“I’ll wash it and iron it for you,” he negotiates just as he rolls the condom over his length.

The sound of your giggle makes his heart skip a beat. Or maybe that’s the libido?

Either way, your mouth clamps shut when he pulls you down against him by the dip of your waist.

A different kind of hymn leaves your lips as Jimin throws his head back, relishing in the feeling of you around him.

When Monday rolls around, Jimin’s lying on the bean bag with his two legs sprawled over the floor. The boys are all out with either their significant others, working part-time or at a party.

The worn out baseball Jimin’s been tossing in the air and catching with one hand finally hits him square in the face when he hears the doorbell, signaling the presence of someone at the door and that someone being none of the boys because they would just punch in the code and strut in like they own the place.

Jimin thought maybe it’s Yoongi - the guy couldn’t even remember what he had for dinner and actually forgot the passcode to his own rental room once.

So he didn’t think to check who it was.

When your bright smile and slightly puffy eyes flash in front of him, Jimin thinks his soul just yeeted itself out of his body.

“Hey!” You sing song, holding up two plastic bags of beers and snacks.

It takes a moment for him to snap out of his stupor and grab them from your hands and then stepping aside to let you in.

“Is… everyone late or am I just early?” You sound increasingly confused as you step further into the center of the room, standing right next to the bean bag he was laying in just a moment ago.

“Oh-” he says once before he opens his mouth the second time, ready to spurt out another lie, “oh yeah… we decided not to ‘cause why hang out in a group when you can hang out with your significant other… you know, just the two of you… doing what couples do…”

“Huh,” you say, nodding though not quite believing him but you being you, easily lets it slide, plopping on the bean bag and grabbing the closest thing to you which is the ball that hit Jimin in the face - he’s sure he has a circular mark smack dab in the area on the top of his nose bridge, in between his eyes.

The dress you end up wearing is creme colored and riding up your thighs - Jimin swallows thickly and give extra attention to the bottle opener.

“So… how did lunch go?” He pops two beers open and hands one to you, taking a seat on Yoongi’s favorite couch and admiring how your dress is taking the shape of your body as gravity pulls it down.

“Oh, you know, everyone was being fake and acting like the perfect role in the family,” you put the beer down a few inches above your head so as to not tip it over with the ball you’re waving around but not throwing in the air like Jimin did.

“Sounds suffocating,” Jimin repeats a similar answer he gives whenever you use that dismissive tone while talking about your family.

“...are you okay?” Then he asks - and he’s genuinely asking - about your state of mind while casually downing the beer and feeling the bitterness lessen with every gulp.

The silence that lapses in between you is familiar.

“If I say no, can I get a hug?” It’s the look in your eyes, glimmering like the lake he used to go to in summer.

“Always,” he sets his beer down on the table next to the couch and goes over to you, standing on his knees before bending down and engulfing you in his arm.

You’ve always had a knack for picking yourself up.

When he sees you the next time, which is on instagram and a post of you having lunch with your friends, Jimin could hardly believe that’s the girl who asked him for a hug as if she’s afraid she’ll be putting him in an uncomfortable spot by asking for too much.

But there’s something…

Like an invisible wall made of ice that he can’t thaw through nor can he climb over to get to the other side where you are. Where you keep the people you love the closest. Closer than he’ll ever be.

Jeon Jeongguk is one of them.

In the picture of five people huddled close to fit in the frame, Jeongguk has his arm over you with a peace sign while you lean your head on his neck but not actually resting on it - like it’s an unconscious action you’d do because you’ve done that plenty of times.

Is it when you two were together?

Everyone he knows, knows that you and Jeongguk used to be more than just friends at some point.

Sometimes he still hears people talking about you two in passing.

‘Did ___ and Jeongguk get back together? I saw in Jeongguk’s snapstory - they were in a club or something.’

‘No way. There goes my chance of getting close with Jeongguk.’

‘Girl, with ___ hanging around him 24/7, do you think he’d look at girls like us?’

‘A girl can dream though.’

Jimin wanted to open his mouth and tell them they deserve way better than Jeon Jeongguk - though they’re not prettier than you.

He thinks you’re the loveliest girl on planet earth and if there was another life form on another planet, he’s almost a hundred percent sure you’d still be prettiest being in the universe with your obsession for skinny jeans and the way you’d unconsciously pout when he talks about how things weren’t going his way that day as if you would’ve exchanged your abundance of luck with his shitty one just because you’ve got that big of a heart and how you’d be walking with your friends, laughing and giggling and when you see him, you’d wave at him like you’re good friends.

Second only to Jeongguk and your friend group that you’re always hanging out with.

“Oh, ___? We were childhood friends.”

“Hmm… Gguk and I became friends because our parents are friends.”

The two of them say at different times and settings when Jimin asked, trying to play it cool. Like he isn’t just brimming with jealousy. Like he’s not half-way to losing his mind because the girl of his dreams just went to a retreat with his friend-of-a-friend-turned-actual-friend together when everyone else in the group who was excitedly planning for the trip - couldn’t make it.

The rooms at the inn weren’t even pre-booked. It was owned by Jeongguk’s family and they didn’t deposit any money for the trip for them to rationalize going on that trip anyway despite everyone else not being to go.

“The trip? It was fun, if you want we can go together next time.”

Jimin isn’t sure if you even mean that when he asked how the trip went after you’re glistening with the glow of after sex and scrolling through instagram, liking posts of everyone you know.

But then three months later, on your break, Jimin is hit with a ‘keep your schedule free next week for a whole week!!!’

Then he finds himself at a five star hotel by the beach with the most breathtaking view of the sea.

It wasn’t the inn owned by the Jeon’s but Jimin liked the fact that you brought him to a place - and he hopes his assumptions are true - your friends have never been before. Especially Jeongguk.

“Woah, this place is better than I thought,” a king sized bed lies directly across from the balcony where you’re standing, hair flying behind your back as the seaside breeze blows into the room.

“We can watch the sun rise and set from our bed,” Jimin comments for the sake of saying something.

He’s not sure what this means. He’s not sure if he should be having a boner at the thought of the two of you being together for a whole week without any other person getting in the way. He’s not sure if his heart should be thumping this fast.

For the first time since he’s known you, Park Jimin is the most unsure he’s ever been.

“You know what I wanna watch?” Your hands slip in his as you stand between him  and the open balcony door, “you under me, biting your lips because you’re still shy about the sound you make.”

So when you tug him back into the bedroom just minutes after checking in, naturally, Park Jimin follows like he’s been bewitched by your ungodly beauty.

Once the one week of nothing but heavenly morning wishes and passionate night kisses - oh, there was more than just kissing but Jimin remembers how your lips meld so perfectly together with his the most - Jimin is sure.

‘Something definitely changed.’

He thinks maybe it’s not impossible to dream of a future with you even after college.

“Jimin I-... I’m not at a point in life to be thinking about relationships,” you say, hand gripping your arm, head lowered as if your whole body is saying sorry.

“O-oh,” is all he says, he hearts his heart breaking and his chest caving.

All of a sudden, the lights in Gangnam city doesn’t seem so bright anymore.

You both live your last year pretending like the other doesn’t exist. He doesn’t look at you when he passes you and neither did you. Only talks to Jeongguk even though you’re right next to the aforementioned man - granted you were talking with your other friends like you didn’t even notice him there.

But Jimin’s never felt so invisible in his life than he does now.

Then, graduation rolls around and he thinks finally, he won’t have to walk through the hallway and pretend like he didn’t see you. Don't have to keep a five feet distance whenever you meet up for a group project.

Park Jimin doesn’t need to see your pretty face and starry eyes anymore.

“Jimin… do you have a minute?”

Or so he thought.

“So… congrats on surviving college,” you make small talk while standing just ten feet away from the boys whom he’s sure are speculating on what you’re talking about.

Jimin never got to prove to his friends that you’re not the mean, name-forgetting girl they all thought.

Jeongguk knows you’re not. He’s always backing Jimin up when Jimin’s debunking their passing accusations about you.

“Sometimes things just don’t work out between two people but doesn’t mean one of them is the bad guy.” Jeongguk's words put an end to their debate of whether Jimin deserved better than you or not.

For someone young, Jeongguk spoke his mind decidedly.

Jimin felt ashamed that he’d ever been jealous of Jeongguk’s relationship with you.

“I just… didn’t wanna leave things on a bad note. I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings when I said no but I really like spending time with you - whether it’s sex or just staying over and cuddling for hours… I like it all.” You say the word sex and cuddle like they’re used interchangeably and Jimin thinks his heart just fluttered.

And you’d said it in public where your everyone can see or possibly pick up on what you were saying, at that.

Well, one thing’s for sure, you’ve got bigger balls than he does.

“My feelings are the same as six months ago and call me crazy but I don’t think you dislike me either.” He finally says and it feels like a deadweight has been lifted off his shoulders.

There comes that pout, as if something is bothering you and you always ever pout like that when that something concerns him.

“You kidding me? I can never dislike you.”

The Jimin from six months ago would have stared at you with disbelief and a dust of pink on his cheeks. But the Jimin he is now simply smiles, heart thumping in his chest. He nods.

“Thanks for telling me that,” and Jimin knows that’s the closest to an ‘I like you’ he can get with the girl who builds an ice fortress around her heart.

A whole year passes by and Jimin finds himself in different shades of grey every day, working at his dad’s company and attending dinner meetings. Life comes to a standstill while time passes him by.

“So, like, you have a sports car, right? Why don’t you come over to the race circuit after dinner? Everyone’s gonna be there.”

Jeongguk tells him over the phone.

And by ‘everyone’ he means the sons and daughters in the corporate world. It’s networking at its finest.

When he’s there, three cars are already racing in the circuit. The smell of burnt rubber and the sound of tires screeching against asphalt isn’t exactly his favorite but they have cheap booze instead of fine wine and he knows the people here are in for the same thing as he is.

An escape.

Away from the grandeur of fine wine and dinner dresses and the elders breathing down their necks and having to act like the next heir to the legacy they were born to carry.

“That Chevrolet over there,” Jeongguk comes, hand on Jimin’s back as his other one that’s holding a bottle of beer points at a red car that looks like a racing fireball, “everyone’s betting on that one tonight.”

Jimin doesn’t know there’s a bet.

“I’ll skip the bet this time ‘round. Haven’t seen the driver yet,” he shrugs dismissively.

Even in stock investment, he’d learned to study the market first before placing his best bet.

Jeongguk leaves his side when his friends - he’s got new ones now - beckons him over. At the same time, the Chevrolet passes the finish line seconds before the Ford Mustang and McLaren 720s, making it the winner of the night.

The driver seems like a show off with the way the car rolls up to the audience, the sound of its engines revving into the night being met with cheers of half-drunk young adults.

Arrogance is a man’s downfall.

Jimin’s about to turn around and head for the exit when the door of the car gets pushed open. The driver steps out, decked in black and red leather jeans and jackets that seem to match the car.

But it’s the smooth, silken hair that cascades past the helmet that catches his eyes.

Park Jimin’s seen many arrogant men in his life but he’s only ever seen one woman with balls and looks good wearing them.

“___! ___! ___!” The crowd starts cheering as you pull off the helmet, holding it underneath your arm and waist.

Your eyes are as brilliant as the night sky full of stars. They’re tinged with shock and then recognition. And finally, you smile that gorgeous smile that gets you misunderstood often as a woman who doesn’t need anything or anyone but uses them as they come.

But Park Jimin knows better than anyone, how wholeheartedly happy that smile looks when you see him.

Like meeting a good friend after a long time.

Seven months down the road, Jimin finds himself with just a blanket draped over his waist while you’re taking a shower in his bathroom to get ready to head to Hong Kong for a business trip.

He hears the sound of the shower head being turned off. The tapping of your foot around his bedroom as you pick up your clothes that are strewn all over the floor.

Then the bed dips ever so gently under your weight as you climb over to him, the fresh scent of shower get filling his senses.  Lips press a deep, lingering kiss on his. As if you don’t want to go to a place where he won’t be.

A few socials and midnight races after his first meeting with you after a long time, you asked him if he’s seeing someone.

“If I say yes, what will you do?” It’s playful at first, because Jimin didn’t want to get himself hurt the second time.

But it’s the way you tilted your head, a finger tapping on your chin as you pondered on his words, “that’s a problem because I don’t want to be that girl that steals another girl’s man,” then you looked at him like you know he’s the one you want to wake up to every morning and the last face you see when you sleep at night and if you can’t have that. then-

“Can you be mine… just for tonight?”

“I don’t think I can.” The crestfallen expression you wear makes his own heart break, even if it’s just for a split second-

“Because I’m not seeing anyone but I’m in that point in life where I want a serious relationship or nothing at all.”

But what he doesn’t tell you is how he doesn’t want a relationship if it’s not with the girl who still haunts his dreams even after all this time.

Just like how you’d turned him down because you weren’t looking to be in a relationship before, you’d courted Jimin like you’d want to spend your whole life with him now.

Flowers got sent to his office everyday until it smells nothing short of floral. You’d be there, waving at him like he’s your savior in that dreadful social you were both attending. Every week, you’d plan dinner dates under the guise of catching up.

Before you race, you’d look over to where he’s standing, as if saying ‘this one’s for you’ before slipping into your car and coming out first every single time.

As if you were making up for every month of the year that you’d let life pass you by.

Now you’ve won a total of 36 races since he met you and the metal band you gifted him on the night of your 12th win feels warm against his skin. As if it’s absorbed all the love and adoration you poured into it.

And you’re wearing that ring he got you on your birthday on your finger that’s resting on his chest where his heart is as he kisses you back just as reluctant to let you leave.

But Park Jimin knows wherever you are, wherever you will be - you will always find your way back to each other.

Back home.

[thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch]

pt.1: the swapping begins

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b:katsuki / f.reader

genre: neighbor au, pro-hero bakugou

warning(s)!!: bakugou's potty mouth (ofc)

status: on-going!

synopsis: you had just moved into your new apartment and like every other college student under the sun, you had the worst sleep scheudle known to man.  due to this, you find yourself playing music through your speakers at 4 am. your neighbor slides you a note under your door about your ‘shitty’ taste in music, thus the note swaps begin.

a/n: the first part has arrived! hopefully, updates on this particular series won't be so drawn out since i'm planning to keep all written parts on the shorter side along with the smau parts being just easier since it's all just dialog LOL (ive done smau in the past for other things but they weren't so hot but hopefully i'm better now lol rip)

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Why did you decide to go back to school to pursue further education again? If it wasn’t to stress yourself into early grey hairs or to rip out those grey hairs until you were bald, then why?

Collapsing over your desk- textbook open and notes out in messy piles with doodles across every edge and corner from wandering concentration- you groan. Exams were right around the corner, but you couldn’t for the life of you get your brain to focus on one thing- much less multiple things- for more than a couple hours, so studying quickly turned into a failed attempt to study.

Normally, studying wasn’t so difficult for you and you actually found it therapeutic in its own weird way. You enjoyed learning new things and the pride and wholeness you felt after succeeding to teach yourself something new was well worth whatever the process to get there was to you. But, this current college burnout was making all those end results hard to get to.

You glanced at the clock on one of the elevated shelves of your desk, the dimly glowing orange letters showing the time of 3:54 am. You groaned again, pushing your forehead into your written words and definitely smearing pencil lead on your forehead while you were at it. Maybe you’d soak up the words this way and have the knowledge transferred automatically into your brain if you pushed just hard enough.

Another dull and unrelenting amount of minutes pass you by before you officially call it quits for the night. Giving up, you walked to the other side of the room and plopped down on your bed’s edge next to one of your nightstands, your wrist rubbing your forehead to hopefully clear away the mess of leftover lead on it. On this nightstand was your radio and beneath it along the shelves and below the drawer was a collection of CDs.

In a world where albums were digital and everything was Bluetooth compatible and no one carried around a portable CD player anymore, you felt somewhat awkward sometimes at the seemingly large and ridiculous collection of yours. There were still plenty of people with CDs and even vinyls, but still- the awkwardness of your ‘retro’ thinking at your age did make you feel a bit self-conscious; no matter how idiotic it sounded.

You leaned over the bed and down to the bottom shelf cubby and grabbed a thin, plastic album case. Popping it open, the cheap plastic threatened to break and bend as you pushed open the top of your radio and placed the CD inside, shutting it again and turning it on.

A small little baby blue boombox that resembled a sort of bubble-like structure- a late birthday gift from your friends back in your hometown.

You figured if you didn’t absolutely blast your music, it would be fine to play aloud. Plus, you decided to put your bedroom in the backmost room, and the second room closer to the front room of your apartment was used for storage- since renting a storage unit was way too expensive. In your mind, the room closet to the door for a single living tenant would definitely be their bedroom- so you did the opposite when you moved in.

With your legs still handing off the side of the bed, you threw yourself back onto the mattress with your arms out to your sides. You stared at the ceiling of your room, thinking that at some point you’d need to purchase some cheap glow-in-the-dark stars to tack up there just for nostalgia’s sake.

As you heard the radio read the CD in small hums, you shut your eyes and smiled when the first track started. To be honest, you weren’t really pressed for what music you were going to be listening to, so you just kinda pulled from your cubby and popped the CD in without even looking at what you grabbed. You almost laughed when an older album your mom used to listen to started playing.

You weren’t exactly sure how it happened or when, but the next thing you knew, you were staring blankly and tiredly up to your ceiling again. The sun outside had risen and you heard birds, outside chatter, and basic roadside living outside. Even being up on the fourth floor, you could still hear the world below fairly well since you almost always had your window open with a fan inside of it.

Your body was sore from how you were laying on your back with your arms out, and you felt stiff. Legs partially numb from hanging off the bed all morning when you turned to look at your clock on the desk with squinted eyes.

Almost noon.

“God,” you moaned, forcing yourself up and wobbly making a path out of your room and into the kitchen to solve the problem of your severe cottonmouth. Stepping out of your narrow, short hall, you yawned and stopped before stepping into the kitchen when you saw a note at your doorstep. It had been slid under the front door and was face down, small blotches of black bled through to show that the other side had something written on it in marker.

More intrigued with the mysterious note than ready to deal with your dry mouth and throat that demanded water, you trotted to the paper and flicked it up. Your eyes quickly scanned the note and you gasped, slightly slapping a hand over your mouth.

‘Your taste in music really fuckin’ sucks’

Oh my god, someone heard that? Were you too loud? Was it annoying? Who in their right mind has the further room from the door other than you who did it on purpose so that this situation could be specifically avoided? Would you need to move rooms? No, then you’d have your other neighbors slipping you notes or even knocking on your door.

Maybe this neighbor has a roommate and had no choice but to take the room furthest from the door. Would you need to move out now before you died from overthinking the situation?

Racing back into your room, you tore out a sheet of lined paper and a mark erfrom your jar of pens, pencils, highlightser, what have you, and began to write in large letters a note back.

‘I’m so sorry about the noise! I’ll make sure not to play it that ungodly early again! (also, no it doesn’t, my taste in music is fine).’

You felt a little silly putting the added small text at the bottom of the paper in parentheses, but you felt the need to nip this particular neighbor’s opinion about your music in the butt- you boiled the choice down to comedies sake.

Making your way back to your door, you unlocked the bolt and unlatched the chain as you poked your head out. For it being almost the middle of the day, you made sure no one was in the halls before you jogged out your door and to the left. Your room was the furthest left room and they heard it, so clearly it had to be the left side neighbor... right?

Taking one last left-to-right look down the hall, you knelt at the door, pushed your paper under it, and dashed back into your own apartment before locking it back up. You let out a breath, as you pushed your back into the door, feeling awkward and almost embarrassed at the idea of passing notes with your neighbor. Trying to be secretive about it and acting like if someone saw you push a note under their door you’d be looked at strangely.

In a somewhat awkward way, you felt like some weird criminal.

“Whatever,” you shook your head, slapping your hands on your cheeks and heading to the kitchen. Finally ready to get that glass of water you had been craving to soothe your aching throat with. You had other things to get done today anyway. Now that you were awake, better get your day started.

Even if you may have just completely fucked your sleep schedule.