#thanks for the ask! answering these is always fun

[delugyu]

by a string (teaser)

summary: Yeonjun’s got a lot on his plate. Not only does he have to worry about being a star student, but he also has to be the city’s web-slinging hero. And a lab intern. And a semi-decent roommate. And a little bit in love with you.

pairings: yeonjun x fem!reader

word count: ~20k (350 in the teaser)

tags: fluff, some angst, smut (mdni), spiderman!yeonjun, college au, jjun is a charming nerdy awkward little guy, blood, physical violence, potentially inaccurate science-y stuff, more to be added

notes: as a #real spider-man fanatic and yeonjun luvr, this fic is sooo fun to write. estimated release date for this is in early may but i’ll update u on that lol. let me know if u want to be on the taglist for this fic!! just make sure u have an age indicator on ur page <3

You look over your shoulder when Yeonjun reaches you, staring up at him and squinting your eyes to shield from the sun. “How’d I know you’d come find me?�� you ask, half-amused.

Yeonjun gives you a short laugh, unsure of himself as he sits on the grass beside you. It feels a little like he’s invading your space. He’s seen you sitting alone on this field as if it was all yours so many times.

“I thought I should thank you again,” he says, a little shy. He feels like he owes you a lot for last night. The whole city probably owes you a lot for saving him, honestly.

You look at him with a small smile, leaning your head on your bent knees. “Mhm. Shouldn’t I be thanking you, Spider-man?” There’s a teasing quality to your voice, and it makes Yeonjun laugh nervously. He should probably address that.

“I really hope you won’t tell anybody.”

“I won’t. I’m still finding it hard to believe anyway,” you say. Your sentences are all laced with a tiredness and exhaustion that Yeonjun can’t help but to feel at fault for. “It’s just weird to know it now.”

Yeonjun hums. He can sympathize with you on that—it must be really bewildering to know your classmate is the one swinging around town shooting webs at criminals. He just hopes you can forgive him for dragging you into this.

“Spider-man’s a little less cool now, huh?” he jokes, keeping his voice quiet even though no one’s around.

Your smile is full and genuine, and Yeonjun’s heart skips a beat. “I always thought he was a little lame,” you answer. Yeonjun’s ego bruises at that. You continue, “But I think he’s kind of interesting now.”

He can only hope that you don’t see the blush that takes over his face. He looks away to hide it, but he feels your gaze on him. “I don’t know if I’m that interesting,” he says, acting all humble. It’s clearly bait, and he hopes you’ll catch it.

“I can be the judge of that. Let me get to know you more,” you offer. Yeonjun bites his cheek to stop himself from grinning at this massive win.

[sanguineterrain]

hi sanne!! i feel like u make suchhh good comedy/fluff fics when it comes to jason, like u make him more of a human than just some vigilante killing machine. especially in in the buff

would u ever write something liikke that one tt trend where you’re mean to your brothers gf to see his reaction? but with stephanie brown, jason, and reader?????? the thought makes me laugh so hard but i cannot write for shit

Thanks for the prompt! Hope this is okay :)

jason todd x fem!reader. estab relationship, tiktok silly shenanigans, batfam interactions, this is technically 50% chatfic.

****

"This is dumb," Jason says, glaring at the camera that hasn't begun recording.

"Don't be such a wet blanket," Steph says airily, fussing with the filters. "Even Damian lets me post stuff. He did a speedpaint last week."

"Damian isn't legally dead."

She shrugs. "B got that worked out."

"Hmph."

You lean your head on Jason's shoulder. He instantly relaxes, rubbing your opposite arm. Steph smiles at you in the camera. You smile back.

"And your girlfriend is on board," she adds, sitting back on the couch. "She thinks it'll be fun."

"I do think it'll be fun," you say, looking at Jason. His expression mellows as he looks at you, and he pecks your lips.

"Sure," he says to you. "Could be fun."

"Whipped," Steph mumbles. "Okay! Let's get started. So Jason, I'm gonna ask you which of us is more xyz, better at a skill, et cetera, and you have to answer honestly. Okay?"

"Yeah, I got it."

Steph nods and starts the video, all business.

You hide a smile, endeared by the fact that Jason's let himself get gently bullied into doing things like making Tiktoks for Steph's three hundred thousand followers. Steph had insisted he wouldn't have agreed without your urging, but you get the feeling that just like with almost everyone else in his family, Jason's not as hard-hearted as he appears.

You're not nervous about the video, exactly. You know Steph is just pretending. But you are a bit nervous that Jason might not flock immediately to your side. After all, he's known Steph longer than he's known you. And she's an official member of Bruce Wayne's merry band of Robins. You're just some woman who accidentally bumped your cart with Jason's at Shoprite and wound up dating him.

"Okay, um..." Steph's voice pulls you back to the prank. "Which of us has better style?"

Jason says your name. "But I think you dress nicely too, Steph."

Steph, to her credit, is a wonderful actor. She makes a face at Jason, then looks at the camera. "Really? She wears the same thing every day. I feel like I never see her without jeans."

You school your face, acting unaware. Jason, however, whips his head to look at Steph.

"What?" he asks, squinting at her. "What're you talking about? She doesn't wear the same thing every day. And you're one to talk, always wearing purple."

"I like her purple outfits," you offer.

"I do it on purpose. Because it's my thing," Steph says blithely. "Not because I have nothing else to wear. Okay, next question!"

You can see Jason's unhappy expression in the camera and are immediately pleased. Steph had bet you that he'd last three questions before stopping the video. You'd guessed four.

"Hmm." She rests a finger on her lips, thinking. "Oh, okay. Who's a better cook?"

Jason snorts. "Obviously her. I wouldn't let you near the stove for anything."

"Jason, be so for real!" Steph says. "It's not like she's any better. Remember when she made those peanut butter cookies for Dick's birthday?" She looks at the camera. "That's his name, guys." She turns back to Jason. "Those cookies were awful! It was like eating peanut butter gravel."

"They were a little dry," you say, nodding gravely.

"No, wh—Stephanie, what the hell is your problem?" Jason snaps, roughly turning on the couch and resting a hand on your waist, simultaneously comforting you and grounding himself. "Why are you being so goddamn mean? Those cookies were great. And I thought you two were friends. This ain't how a friend talks about a friend."

Steph shrugs, cool as a cucumber. "I'm just being honest. That's what this game is. You're supposed to be—"

"You're not being honest, you're being nasty."

"I'm being honest!"

Jason shakes his head in disgust. You allow yourself a small grin while he's looking away. Steph covers her mouth to hide a laugh. Jason leans over to turn off the video.

"No, I'm done. We both are. C'mon, baby, let's go."

He pats your hip and stands, waiting for you to get up. You shoot an urgent look at Steph. She nods and grabs her phone, jogging to stop in front of Jason.

"Wait, hang on! It was a prank. The video wasn't about comparing us, it was me pretending to be rude to her. It's a whole trend."

Jason folds his arms. "Yeah, if you think I'm buyin' that bullshit—"

"It's true," you say. "Honestly, Jay, Steph and I were pranking you. It's a trend, like she said."

"What kinda fucked up trends are they doing on there?" Jason asks, mildly horrified. "That's awful. Steph was so mean."

"It was about to get really good, but you stopped the video," she says, pouting.

Jason glares at her.

"Um, not that that matters! And I meant none of it." She looks at you. "You know that, right?"

"I know, Steph," you say warmly. "It was just a prank."

"Well, don't do that with us again," Jason says. "I was about to cuss you out."

"Implying that you weren't already cursing me out?"

"No," he says. "I really wasn't. Apologize to my girlfriend."

She sighs. "Okay, okay. I'm very sorry. I love you. I hope Jason puts a ring on you soon. Unless you find someone better, in which case—"

"Steph."

She rolls her eyes. "Us ladies have to stick together. Do you think I wouldn't advise Tim's girlfriend the same thing? Of course I would, because I'm a feminist."

You grin. "It's okay, Steph. And same."

"Happy?" she asks Jason.

Jason kisses you and pulls you into his side. "With her? Always."

****

it went viral!!! is Steph's text two days later. She's sent the video to the entire group chat, which includes the Bats, plus you, and minus Bruce because he's a loser, according to everyone in the chat.

Jayjay 🥰: If an article comes out about my resemblance to a dead kid, count your days

Steph 💜: i would maim u first :) everyone watch my vid pls

I'll watch it right now, you reply.

You tap the link. It's weird to see your face on a video that has almost one million likes. You open the comments as it plays in the background.

paellaprincess_89: "what the hell is ur problem??" dear lorddd when i get to heavennn 🧎‍♀️

oliverqueensleftnut: oh uh he seems kinda possessive... kinda problematic. where did you find this guy? are there other men like him? what are their addresses? are they single?

pam_24566: the way he was holding her waist and looking at her he is in loveeee

killthejoker23: his gf is so cute 😭 steph apologize to her rn

stephaniebrownswife: i like ur purple fits too 💜💍

wonderwomanlovebot: yeahh that's not her bf anymore, that's our bf

The group chat dings. Dick's replied.

[2:26pm]

Dick 🐦: 😂😂😂 jasons veins were popping out of his head. steph you really did a number on him 🤣🤣🤣

Steph 💜: thank u! i try. also what did we say about using the laughing crying emoji? OLDASS

Dick 🐦 has replied to your message

-> btw we loved the cookies and youre very stylish 😎👌😋👗

Cass 🦇: yes! 🍪

[2:27pm]

Dick 🐦 has replied to Steph 💜's message

-> bite me! 🤣🤣🤣

Jayjay 🥰: Why the fuck are people asking if I'm single? Didn't they watch the video?

[2:28pm]

Steph 💜: an unfortunate side effect of posting this is facing the reality that ppl think ur hot. we live in dark times

Tim 🦆: ew

Damian Wayne: I'll say.

Jayjay 🥰 has replied to Steph 💜's message

-> I have a girlfriend. You don't. Bite me. 👻

Jayjay 🥰: And fuck🖕 you guys

Jayjay 🥰: Love you baby

You: ily too <3

[2:29pm]

Steph 💜: gross. stop.

Dick 🐦: we should do this w me and kori. but youd insult me instead of her bc i know the trend

Steph 💜: r u kidding me 😃 i actually value my life. kori would blast me to space if i hated on u

Dick 🐦: yeah 🤣🤣 love her

Tim 🦆: what's with all these amazing women with mid men? it's an epidemic

Steph 💜: LMFAO you are SOOOO not one to talk tim

Jayjay 🥰: wasted

Duke ⭐️: real

Cass 🦇: 🫵😂

Dick 🐦: hey cass used the emoji! make fun of her!

Steph 💜: Cass can do anything she wants. Queen

Cass 🦇: thank you. 🥰

Tim 🦆: wait a damn minute. i'm not mid

Several people are typing...

The chat continues to blow up with Tim trying to defend himself and Steph mercilessly not letting him. You go to the comments again, giddy at the mix of people supporting you, people thinking you and Jason are a great couple, and people thirsting over Jason and Steph.

One comment has over twenty thousand likes: I would let him choke me out with those biceps.

Your reply comes naturally: me too!

A text pops up a minute later.

Steph 💜: STOP ENCOURAGING THEM.

[andy-15-07]

Pedro Pascal x f!reader

You are having planning for Pedro birthday, you simply invite all friends and family together. Pedro came so surprise. He adores you so much for having good time. Spend time with lots of fun times. *fluffiness*

(Hope you will write it, thank you)

Celebrating You

PAIRING:Pedro Pascal x reader

WORD COUNT:1441 | requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

A/n:I'm sorry I haven't been active in the last week, school kept me busy, now I have more free time and I will respond to all your requests.

It was a sunny Saturday, the kind of day that promised laughter and memories. You had been planning Pedro Pascal’s surprise birthday party for weeks,a secret mission that involved invitations, cake tastings, and coordinating with friends and family. As the day unfolded, you fluttered between excited anticipation and a touch of nerves. Pedro, ever unsuspecting, had no idea what was in store.

At exactly 5:00 p.m., friends and family began to gather at your favorite outdoor venue,a charming garden with twinkling fairy lights draped over manicured hedges. The air was filled with the sweet aroma of freshly baked treats and the soft hum of chatter. You were behind the scene, making sure every detail was perfect.

In the midst of the lively preparations, you spotted your best friend Marta approaching with a mischievous grin. “Everything set for tonight?” she asked as she passed you a tray of cupcakes decorated with little film reels,a nod to Pedro’s career.

You grinned in return. “Yes! The guests are here, the decorations are up, and I even convinced the band to play some of his favorite tunes. It’s going to be amazing.”

At that moment, Pedro was still completely unaware of the excitement swirling around him. Earlier in the day, he had been working at his studio, finishing up some scripts, and never expected to be brought into such a warm celebration. His phone had remained silent until tonight, as it was all part of the secret plan.

Just as you were adding the final touches near the entrance, Marta nudged you. “I think I just saw him walking this way. Get ready!” she whispered, eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Moments later, the garden’s door swung open as Pedro stepped in. He wore a relaxed smile, his trademark dark hair framing his face. His eyes widened as he took in the sight: surrounded by his closest friends, family members he adored, and vibrant decorations that shouted “Happy Birthday, Pedro!”

“Surprise!” everyone chorused, and the garden burst into cheers.

Pedro stopped in his tracks, stunned for a moment before a huge smile broke across his face. “I… I can’t believe this,” he stammered, his voice filled with genuine awe.

You stepped forward, your heart pounding with excitement and relief. “Happy Birthday, Pedro!” you said brightly. “I wanted to create a day where everyone you love could celebrate the amazing person you are.”

He looked at you, eyes softening with admiration and gratitude. “You did all of this for me?” he asked, his tone part incredulous, part adoring.

“Absolutely,” you replied, laughing as you took his hand. “You deserve a day surrounded by love and laughter.”

The evening unfolded with a burst of joy and plenty of dialogue among the guests. Sitting on mismatched chairs around picnic tables under the soft glow of string lights, Pedro’s aunt Lucia recounted childhood stories of Pedro with delightful exaggeration. “Oh, Pedro was such a little rascal back in the day,” she said, smiling as she recalled a mischievous escapade, “always getting into trouble yet somehow charming everyone with that smile.”

Pedro joined in on the laughter. “I can’t believe you still remember that story,” he said with a chuckle, glancing at Lucia with affectionate teasing in his voice.

A close friend, Daniel, leaned forward, clapping Pedro on the back. “Remember that time on set when you accidentally knocked over that whole prop setup? Man, you had us all in stitches.”

He laughed, replying, “Yes, yes,I remember it too well. But hey, if it wasn’t for my clumsiness, you wouldn’t have that hilarious montage for your next highlight reel.”

The conversation flowed effortlessly from one topic to the next. Marta jumped in with enthusiasm, “Pedro, you always inspire us to live more boldly. I mean, look at you,you’re not just a brilliant actor; you’re also a genuinely kind soul.”

Pedro’s eyes searched yours across the table as he said, “I’m so lucky to have friends and family like all of you. And you,” he added, turning directly to you, “you have a way of making every day extraordinary.”

You laughed softly, “Well, today is all about you. I mean, what’s a birthday without celebrating the amazing person that you are?”

Later in the evening, as the band began to play a lively tune, you led Pedro to a beautifully decorated dance floor. The music was light and playful, and soon people began to dance together in joyful pairs.

Pedro grinned as he looked at you. “I haven’t danced like this in years,” he said, pulling you into the center of the floor. “I have to admit, I was a little skeptical when I heard there’d be dancing.”

You shrugged playfully. “I knew you secretly love it when the music fills the air. Come on, let’s show everyone how it’s done.”

As you swirled around in the soft glow of fairy lights, dialogue and laughter filled the air. At one point, a mutual friend, Sofia, raised her glass in a toast. “To Pedro, who lights up our lives with his kindness, humor, and endless charm. And to you, the brilliant force behind this wonderful celebration,we are all grateful for the time we share with you both.”

Pedro’s eyes were locked with yours as he raised his own glass. “Thank you,” he said, voice warm with genuine affection. “This night, every detail, reminds me how much I am loved. I can never thank you enough for orchestrating something so incredible.”

He let his hand fall to yours, and you gave it a reassuring squeeze. Throughout the night, dialogue was abundant,friendly banter, heartfelt toasts, and even playful teasing about Pedro’s “celebrity” habits, like his insistence on tasting every dessert and comparing notes on the best coffee in town.

One particularly memorable exchange happened near the dessert table. Pedro was busy sampling mini pastries when his cousin, Javier, nudged him, saying, “Pedro, your mission tonight is to choose your favorite cupcake. It’s a matter of utmost importance!”

Pedro laughed, replying, “Oh, Javier, only you could make choosing dessert sound like an Olympic event.” He paused for a moment, then added with a mischievous smile, “Although, between you and me, I might just have to declare all of them as winners.”

You joined in the laughter and said, “Well, with that strategy, you can’t go wrong. Every cupcake is a victory tonight.”

Later on, as the party began to wind down and the stars took over the night sky, you found a quiet moment to slip away with Pedro. Away from the cheerful din of the celebrations, you two walked slowly along a garden path lined with lanterns.

Pedro looked at you, his expression softening as he spoke. “Tonight has been amazing,” he admitted. “But it’s not just the party,I mean, it’s everything. The laughter, the heartfelt words, the moments we’ve shared… I’ll never forget this night.”

You smiled, feeling the same deep gratitude. “I wanted to create a memory that would remind you how cherished you are. Not just by me, but by everyone here. You have this incredible gift of making people feel seen and loved.”

He stopped walking and turned to you, his eyes full of sincerity. “And you,” he said gently, “are the one who makes it all possible. Every detail, every thoughtful touch,I see the love you put into this. It means the world to me.”

You reached up, brushing a stray curl from his forehead. “That’s because you deserve it, Pedro. Every smile, every laugh you’ve given us, it’s all a reflection of the wonderful person you are.”

Pedro’s smile broadened as he took your hand once more. “Thank you,” he said softly, “for being the heart behind this day and for being my favorite person to celebrate with.”

For the rest of the night, as the last of the guests began to leave and the garden grew quiet again, the memories of the day lingered like warm embers. You and Pedro stood together, sharing soft whispers, gentle laughter, and promises of many more celebrations to come.

In that serene moment, illuminated by moonlight and the fading glow of fairy lights, you both knew that the true magic of the evening wasn’t in the extravagant decorations or the perfect setup,it was in the genuine connection, the honest dialogue, and the overflowing love that filled every corner of the night.

And as you both made your way back inside for a final toast, it was clear that this birthday surprise was more than a celebration. It was a testament to the joy of simply being together, of creating moments that would forever be etched in the hearts of all who shared them.

[i2rizz]

Hi! Is it alright if you do an Isagi version of "No way he pulled that"? I just can't stop thinking how how funny Rin's and Kaiser's reaction would be when they found out Isagi has a gf. Thank you!

YESSS i can already smell myself cooking up a masterpiece

No Way He Pulled That Pt.7

The thing about Isagi is that everyone knows him.

Blue Lock’s golden boy. Tactical genius. Obsessed with football. The guy who stares at a whiteboard for fun. The guy who—rumor has it—once got so lost in analysis, he forgot his own birthday.

So no one—and I mean no one—expected him to have game.

It started innocently enough. Beach day, sanctioned by Ego (God knows why), and the guys were scattered across the shore doing their usual nonsense. Rin was silently judging the tide, Kaiser was trying to tan his already perfect face, and Shidou had just eaten three popsicles and was now threatening a crab.

Isagi was—shocker—kicking a ball against a rock. Alone.

"Still grinding?" Bachira asked, flopping down beside him.

"Visualization," Isagi muttered. "Improving touch control on sand"

"Bro, it’s literally beach day"

"I’m relaxing"

Kaiser, from twenty feet away, snorted. "That’s not relaxing. That’s a football cult ritual"

But then.

Then it happened.

Across the sand, laughter floated in on the breeze—bright, clear, and unmistakably familiar.

Everyone looked over.

There you were, jogging toward the group with a tote bag over your shoulder, sunglasses perched in your hair, and a smile that could melt the polar caps. Short sundress fluttering. Skin sun-warmed. Just pure radiance on legs.

And when Isagi saw you?

He lit up. Like genuinely, stupidly lit up.

"Babe!" he called, waving.

Babe?

Kaiser choked so hard he spit out his drink. Rin snapped his head around so fast it was medically concerning. Shidou muttered something like "she real??" and tried to slap himself.

You grinned and ran up to him, tossing your arms around his neck. "Sorry'm late! Miss me baby?"

He smiled like a man who just doubled his ego. "Always"

And he kissed your cheek. So naturally. Like it was routine.

Bachira gasped audibly. "ISAGI HAS A GIRLFRIEND?"

Shidou squinted. "No way. He talks to people???"

You looked at the group, cheerfully waving. "Hey guys!"

Everyone blinked. You were stunning. You looked like a walking rom-com. You had flower-shaped earrings and little sun tattoos. Rin looked like he was witnessing the downfall of logic. Kaiser just said, "...Are you sure you’re not lost?"

"Lost? No," you giggled. "I’m here for my boyfriend"

Isagi beamed, smiling like you'd just handed him the Ballon d'Or.

"Yoichi, how," Reo whispered.

Barou looked like he was about to start pacing.

And you—you pulled a water bottle from your bag, handed it to him with a kiss to the cheek, and plopped down next to him like it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Want me to reapply your sunscreen later?"

"Please"

Rin deadpanned, "I’m hallucinating"

Kaiser was staring at the sea. "I’ve done something wrong in life. I know it"

Meanwhile, Isagi just started explaining beach ball physics to you like he wasn’t sitting in a vortex of shattered egos and broken belief systems.

Bachira summed it up best.

"Yoichi pulled that?"

Everyone: No way he pulled that.

They all needed answers.

Bonus-

"You’re lying"

"No I’m not"

"You have a girlfriend"

"Yes"

"Like a real one"

"Do you want to see our texts?"

"DON’T PLAY WITH ME, YOICHI"

They’d cornered him by the firepit later. Rin, Kaiser, Bachira, Shidou, Reo—all crammed onto lawn chairs like this was some mafia trial. Isagi sat in the middle with the world’s calmest smile, sipping juice from a plastic cup. You were in the background feeding a squirrel and complimenting its fur.

"She’s too happy" Rin said. "That level of serotonin doesn’t happen around you"

"I don’t understand," Reo said, hands in his hair. "You’ve never even flirted in your life—how did this happen?!"

"She likes me," Isagi said simply.

"WHY," Kaiser snapped.

Isagi blinked innocently. "She said I’m endearing. Smart. Devoted. Passionate"

"PASSIONATE???"

"She literally said I’m her favorite dork"

Rin: "...I need to lie down"

"And she brings me snacks"

Cue visible collapse from half the squad.

Bachira was curled in a beach towel whispering, "She called him baby… and smiled… and kissed him… and he didn’t die of embarrassment…"

"You know what?" Shidou said, standing. "I call sorcery. That’s not a girlfriend. That’s a damn Disney princess"

"She’s real," Isagi insisted. "And she likes me. I even help her carry her groceries"

That somehow made it worse.

You waved sweetly from a distance, calling, "Yocchan! I made those seaweed riceballs you like!"

Kaiser was on the ground. "I’m gonna vomit"

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

Reader is from the modern era, and time in home takes place the early 70's when the show aired.

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Acclimating to life in Home

★The simplicity of the world feels almost alien, yet it has a strange charm. Before, you could have the answer to any question in a matter of minutes thanks to the internet. Now, you need to ask Frank or search for a book on the subject.

★ Microwave ovens are rare, there’s no such thing as video games and you can forget about your phone. Because there's no way for you to charge it. Making the once necessary item practically useless.

★ Speaking of video games, when Julie walked up to you and asked "What’s your favorite game?" you froze for a second. Almost telling her the name of a video game you love, but stop yourself just in time. How would you even explain that to her? No, you'll just tell her you like tag, or something else of the sort.

★ Sure, the records in Home are nice and all, but the songs you love simply don’t exist. That's one of the hardest things to adjust to. You still hum the melodies sometimes. And every now and then, your humming catches the attention of one of the neighbors. When this happens you get the opportunity to teach them songs that they haven't heard yet.

★ Not being able to doom scroll is actually pretty nice. All the noise of your phone was weighing you down, and you didn't even know it! The closest you could get to scrolling now is watching a movie with Wally. That, in your opinion, is infinitely better.

★ Thankfully there is plenty to do in home. You know what was popular in the 70’s? Pet rocks. Can you guess who tried to sell you a pet rock? Yes, it was Howdy. That’s a purchase you’ll never regret. He even helped you name your new companion!

★ One time, you told Sally to "pop off queen" without thinking. "Pop off queen?" she repeats, tilting her head in confusion."Oh, darling, I love the sound of that!" Congrats, you’ve just given Sally her new favorite phrase for the foreseeable future. There’s no escaping it now. But hey, at least she's having fun?

★ Frank sometimes tells you things you already know, and you pretend you dont to be polite. You do, however, correct him when something he says is accurate for the time but was later found to be false. Though you’ve corrected him, he never seems offended. If anything, he’s fascinated by the idea of updating his knowledge. “There's always more to learn” he tells you.

[universefcb]

Hey, I'm back!

Your writing fuels my delusions, girl; you have no idea! I was hoping you could write something for Lamine Yamal, where he and the reader are enjoying a lazy day together, and he's just being clingy the entire time.

Thank you so much!

lazy sunday

Pairing: Lamine Yamal X gf!reader

Summary: Just enjoying a day off with your boyfriend.

Warning: no.

Author's note: I think Lamine is my new obsession (but I haven't forgotten the main one, which is Cubarsí) <3

And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

Sunday dawned with a pleasant laziness. The kind that doesn't require haste, that doesn't demand productivity. Just the muffled sound of the city in the distance, the timid rays coming through the poorly closed curtain and the peaceful warmth of two bodies under the same blanket.

She stirred slowly, still half asleep, but already feeling his strong arm around her waist. Lamine sighed against the back of her neck, as if even the act of breathing was a way of keeping her close.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he murmured, his voice husky with sleep, as she tried to turn away.

“I haven’t even left yet,” she laughed, turning to face him.

His crooked smile appeared, lazy. His curls were all messy, and his eyes were still a little puffy, but there was something so beautiful in the soft way he looked at her. Like she was the best part of this slow morning.

Lamine pulled her closer, pressing his body against hers as if the pillow wasn't enough.

“We could get up and eat something,” she suggested, even though she knew the answer.

“We could stay like this all day.”

And he said this with his face buried in her neck, planting random and slow kisses that sent shivers down her spine. His hands roamed lazily over her back, as if they were calmly tracing each curve.

“You’re feeling needy today, huh?”

“It’s my day to be your blanket,” he said, chuckling softly, without letting go.

She tried to escape just for fun, and he immediately tightened his hold, throwing his leg over hers like a loving octopus.

“Don’t even try,” he warned. “Today I’m your dead weight.”

“You always are,” she teased, smiling against his chest.

Lamine feigned offense, but her smile gave it all away. He loved that kind of conversation. He liked how she knew exactly what to say to make his heart beat faster, even between the lines of a joke. He liked even more how the silence between them didn't weigh on him. It was comfortable. It was home.

They spent some time like that, cuddled up together, unhurried. He tuned in to some soft music on his phone, a calm playlist with soft voices and timid instruments, and ran his fingers through her hair.

“I like this so much,” he confessed, almost in a whisper.

“Of what?”

“Of you here. Of us like this. Without the whole world screaming outside.”

She lifted her face and kissed the corner of his mouth. It was all simple, but at the same time it felt sacred. Lamine smiled again, the silliest smile in the world, and hid his face in the crook of her neck as if he wanted to melt into that moment.

After a while of silence, her stomach growled. Loud enough for him to raise an eyebrow and chuckle softly, as if he had been waiting for this moment.

“I got you,” he teased, nudging her waist. “I knew you’d betray our pact of laziness for food.”

“I’m literally feeding an elite athlete,” she replied, laughing. “You should thank me for getting up.”

“I can thank you in many ways…' he whispered, leaning his forehead against hers and giving her a light kiss. “But I'll start by helping in the kitchen. Or at least pretending to help.”

She rolled her eyes, but let him pull her from the bed. Lamine walked close together, as if there was no space between them. One arm around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder, and an uncontrollable urge to hug her every time she stopped for more than two seconds.

In the kitchen, while she was separating the ingredients for pancakes, he was already behind her, pressing his body against hers as if it were part of the plan.

“You’re not going to do anything, are you?” she said, trying to hide her smile.

“Of course I will. I’ll supervise. I’m great at it,” he replied, kissing the shoulder exposed by the fallen shirt. “I can also try the dough, if you want.”

She dipped her finger into the raw mixture and shoved it straight into his mouth, which made him grimace theatrically.

“Yuck, there’s not even any proper sugar yet!”

“That’s right. Are you going to help or are you going to continue being useless and cute at the same time?”

“Look, being cute is already a lot of work. It’s very tiring. Leave me here just existing.”

She turned around, her hands covered in flour, and ran her fingers across his face on purpose.

“There, now you’re part of the recipe.”

Lamine laughed out loud, in that delightful way that made the whole atmosphere seem lighter. And, without warning, he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up a little, just to leave her sitting on the counter.

“Change of plans,” he murmured, fitting his body between her legs. “We’ll eat later. Right now I want this here,” and he kissed the tip of her nose, then her cheek, then her mouth.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, laughing between kisses, and let herself stay there, hanging in the affection.

“You’re impossible,” she said against his lips.

“I’m yours. It’s worse,” he replied with a smirk, before kissing her again, slowly, as if time had really slowed down just for the two of them.

Taglist: @paucubarsisimp @nngkay @meganesanchez @merinottt @htpssgavi @luvvpedri @moonvr @joaosnovia @httpsdana @ilovebarcaaaa @p4uul0vr @pedricando @barcapix

[bnnysweets]

UGH I LOVED MEAN ABBY

TEAR YOU APART

mean!abby x fem!reader.

author’s note: thanks nonnie! i was so nervous omg, and bc of u i made a little something something ‘bout mean!abby. english is not my first language.

warnings: not smut but sexual tension. modern au. slapping. jealousy. mention of bruises by sex. slight d/s dynamic. reader is called baby.

every saturday night were reserved for yours girl’s night, you and your friends would go to bars to talk and have fun without yours partners, so abby made her territory very clear last night. and there you were, looking yourself at the mirror after the eighth change of clothes and trying to cover the marks with concealer, you already had tried everything: the cold spoon, the mixing thing, the ice, even color theory but nothing could erase abby’s marks, you started to ask yourself if she was a kind of wolf or something.

“abbyyy…” you groaned and sat at the carpet floor defeated, “what’s wrong baby?” she said entering yours bedroom, “look at me!” she looked at you up and down and started smirking, she was proud of herself, “you look like wet dream.” “oh my god you’re shameless! i look like a slut, abby. how i’m gonna cover this up?”, she was fully smiling now, “you’re sadistic and never told me?” you said truly frustrated now, to abby was all a joke but you knew you couldn’t go out looking like you were attacked by a hungry octopus. “you look like a compromised woman, not a slut. but you’re my slut.” you rolled your eyes, “not in the mood abby.” you said dryly and got up again, heading to the bathroom again and praying that magically your concealer would work.

abby stood in the middle of the room after you said that, you were always in the mood with her, always so good and pliable to her, she was just shocked. “what you just said?” she asked when you went back to the closet, “i’m not in the mood for your bullshit abby.” you said without thinking too much, when you closed the drawer and turned to the door abby was already against you, with your phone on her hand and gripping your face with the other, “you are going to call your stupid friends and tell them that you can’t come today, okay?” she tilted her head to the side and looked at you with that look that made you question everything about yourself, you nodded and she was already calling your best friend. “hii baby, i’m so excited for to-” “i won’t be able to come, dressa.” you said quickly, “wait, what? why?” she asked and you eyed abby for answers and she smirked, she murmured “period cramps.” because everyone around you knew that you had the worst cramps so it was the perfect excuse, “my period came, and i’m having those cramps, you know? i spent the last two hours crying.” you said and dressa let out a gasp “i’m so sorry babe, really. if you need anything just tell me, okay? we’re gonna to take a shot extra for you.” abby rolled her eyes, “thanks baby, have fun! bye.” you said and quickly abby ended the call.

she discarded your phone on the ground and gripped your face harder, “my bullshit, hm?” you shook your head “that’s not what i meant ab-” “shut the fuck up.” she shouted and your eyes widened, she slapped hard across your face three times and your eyes were already wet and your face burning, “i think you need to remind who is in charge here”.

[haithhegimp]

hi hi hello i am also abnormal about batman: under the hood (2005). i would gladly talk about it forever and ever. here are some things i think about often that i'd like to hear your perspective on :3

what are your thoughts on jason's getup + gear (the bomb in the helmet, wavy knife, lack of any real symbols on his outfit, etc.)

do you think the batarang was an accident and if it was what do you think bruce was actually trying to do with that thing

how does jason feel about alfred in all this

OH MY GOD THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING I LITERALLY LOVE YOU

im gonna put it all under a cut because its super long

Ok im gonna start with the batarang incident because that’s the one i think about the most often haha. I like looking at events from both a meta and an in-universe perspective, and i think the batarang incident is such an interesting product of commercialization, because Batman isn’t allowed to kill– he’s not allowed to be a murderer, but the Red Hood, who challenges him in every conceivable way cannot be allowed to live. So you get the batarang incident which dc tries very hard to convince you is an accident. Anyways!! In-universe i actually don’t have one specific answer! The thing that i love most about the comics is how versatile and flexible they are, so i always interpret the incident differently depending on what i’m doing it for. Whether i’m writing a good dad bruce fic or whether im making an artwork that showcases him being awful or whether im looking at things from his perspective or jason’s, i have the most fun when i can change it up every time! But i think with total canon compliance, the interpretation i like most is that the incident was sort of an accident. By that, i mean that i completely agree with the joker that bruce is a master marksman and he would not miss his shot. I think that bruce was fully intending to hit Jason’s neck, but in the moment of panic, he wasn’t fully aware that he was hitting Jason’s neck, if that makes sense. He’s hyper trained for instinctively attacking and reacting to threats when he’s overwhelmed by thoughts and emotion, but those instincts don’t account for the fact that the threat in question is his son. 

Next up, Jason’s get-up!! First of all, i LOVE IT. as an artist, UTRH is my overall favourite outfit for jay. It’s so distinct despite being very simple and the colour scheme is truly chef’s kiss, monochrome with a splash of bright red is absolutely brilliant. Not to mention that silhouette!? It’s so unique despite its simplicity and i adore it! 

Ok sorry now actual stuff about more than the looks. I think all of it is absolutely brilliant, especially for where his character was at during UTRH. the bomb in his helmet is a triple kill with showing people how skilled he is– how many other characters would be able to get a bomb so stable that they can have it in their fucking helmet– how dedicated he is to what he does, and how insane (affectionate) he is. Also just banger in terms of practicality to have a bomb where absolutely no one would suspect, being combined with the fact that he wears a mask underneath meaning he can take it off and use it whenever he needs to. 

The wavy knife has SO much symbolism potential i adoooooreee it. The fact that he uses a knife that is specifically designed with the intention of injuring and causing more pain than your average knife is so tasty for subtle metaphor of jason being willing to hurt people more than strictly necessary to achieve his goals. I also think it looks great too, very fun design and adds something really dynamic to his silhouette whenever he’s holding it. 

And THE LACK OF SYMBOL AHHHH ITS SO GOOODD!!! Once again, i like looking at things from a meta perspective as well, and GOD the lack of symbol is so fascinating. I think that DC took off the (R) that jay had on his fit during hush because they wanted to distance him from their batfamily cash-cow. They knew for sure that even if in-story, jason was doing it to mock bruce, having a direct visual link between a character that represented and showed everything wrong with their money-maker and the money-maker itself would be Bad for a comic that would definitely be scrapbooked together and summarized and taken out of context by the fandom. MOREOVER, symbols and logos have been inherently associated with superheroes and good guys in general– barring characters that are obvious “evil” parallels of heroes (e.g bizarro)– and making jason lack something thats become associated with heroes subtly creates a visual emphasis on what DC wants to convince us that the red hood is in fact a villain. All very fun stuff, and in-universe is also sooo fun. I think that in canon as well, the lack of symbol is a layer of separation between jason and who he used he to be. I think it can be exemplified wonderfully in his own words, “I am no one’s son.” (i FUCKING LOVE THAT LINE BTW IT DRIVES ME FUCKING INSANE EVERY TIME I SEE IT GRTNJARJHR) jason obviously still wants reassurance that bruce loved him and cared about him but he doesn’t consider himself bruce’s son anymore. Bruce’s son– to jason– was robin, not just jason, and everything that robin meant. So now that jason is a criminal, now that he isn’t robin anymore, now that he isn’t bruce’s son anymore, he chooses (needs) to have that layer of separation between being a hero (being robin), being a bat, and his persona as red hood. I think that as jason transitions slowly from being a villain into being an anti-hero, it would be interesting and fun for him to have a symbol. But not the red bat. I hate the red bat.

And finally, alfred! I am personally of the opinion that jason loves all of his parental figures, regardless of whatever other feelings he has for them as well. I think alfred has always sort of been an enabling abusive figure, and jason can see that, but he still holds fond and loving memories of the man. As in he can recognize that it wasn’t a good thing that all alfred did was support jason in the aftermath of whatever bruce made him go through as a kid instead of actually putting a stop to it, but he can’t resent him too much for it either. I think he definitely does have some resentment towards alfred for the aftermath of his death, though. Jason obviously understands bruce’s reservations with murder, even if he hates that bruce has them, but he also definitely knows that alfred shouldn’t have those, and i think that he resents alfred a little for not doing anything. Honestly im not too sure with alfred, i don’t like him very much and i think i project a little onto jason and can’t fully come up with how he would feel about alfred. 

Sorry about that last answer, but other than that i hope you enjoyed my thoughts!!!! Thank you sooooooo much for asking. I absolutely adore you. And i would love love love to hear all of your own thoughts on these things!!!! What do you think about jason’s fit and the batarang incident and his thoughts on alfred? And Also! What do you think about “I am no one’s son” because it is highkey one of my favourite lines in the entire comic and i want to know your thoughts on it soo bad.

(also sorry for the inconsistent and horrible capitalization i wrote this all out in google docs first and cannot be bothered to edit it all)

[chimielie]

Hiya! I'm brand-spanking-new here, but I'm always so happy to find other ushijima lovers, I could weep :')

If you're still accepting angst prompts, could I please request "I hope you finally found someone you could love forever, and I never have to see or hear about it" with Ushijima? Thank you, I LOVE angst and this event is truly so fun!

i LOVE ushijima. one of the top guys ever. so glad to have you here & sorry that your introduction to me is my classically late response to asks/requests

Ushijima moved on quite quickly.

It was just how he was. He had never felt much very deeply, almost never overtaken by emotion the way his peers were, only really deeply affected by his very top priorities.

You weren't a priority of his. He had dismissed you time and again, and when you had finally accused him of it, he had shrugged it off. It was true. He didn't feel the violent urge to chase you moving his whole body, the way Tendou described love, he didn't cry with relief when he saw you after an away game like you cried for him.

When you left him, he spent one day lost in the newly-empty apartment, wondering vaguely what he would do going forward, and then he moved on. His teammates and friends found it suspicious, but after months of careful monitoring, they all concluded that yeah, Ushiwaka hadn't cared all that much about you. He just wasn't a romantic person; even though you had been together since high school, it didn't matter to him at all.

He moved on quickly, so it baffled him that seeing you bounce into the same restaurant he and Tendou were eating their semiannual catch-up dinner at resulted in his fork bending nearly double in the grip of his fist.

"Whoa," Tendou said. "Are we gonna have to pay for that?"

Ushijima didn't answer, absorbed in watching over the booth's walls as you smiled at the lowlife holding your hand. It was unlikely you were on this outing platonically. He was aware that a swanky restaurant in Paris such as this one was a hotspot for dates. It was pricey, as well, so it was unlikely that this was your first date with this person either. His knife started to groan under the strength of his right hand. Tendou, looking alarmed, pried Ushijima's fingers apart and lay it gingerly on the table.

"Should we leave?"

Ushijima shook his head mutely. The utter wretch you were with pulled out your chair before you sat and kissed your knuckles before letting go of your hand.

He considered launching Tendou's wine glass at their head. Then he shook himself. What was happening to him? You looked healthy—glowing, actually—and were clearly happy, if the soppy smile on your face was anything to go by. For some reason, the expression made his stomach turn.

When you were together, he had never cared much if you were smiling or frowning. He just liked it when you looked at him, his favorite features your shining eyes.

Your date talked a lot. Wasn't he going to give you room to speak? Ushijima used to enjoy sitting with you in silence, appreciating the comfort of your presence, letting you fill the space when thoughts came upon you.

Tendou's plate was empty. How long had they been sitting here?

You look over and jerk a little in surprise as your eyes catch on him. His breath stops, his lungs frozen in his chest. His face feels weird and hot. You offer him a little smile, too shy to be anything but totally genuine, and turn back to your date.

Ushijima thought he might be coming down with an illness. He told Tendou so, who only grimaced sympathetically and patted his shoulder. He walked to his hotel and, looking up into the darkness of the ceiling from his empty bed, thought for the first time that his priorities needed to be reorganized.

[starlightrosess]

˚₊⋆｡°✩₊ /whisper: I love you

summary: You survive another shift at work, witness a thirst trap-induced server meltdown, and meet the guild’s mysterious silent tank—all before the raid even starts.

word count: 2.7K

tags: fluff, modern setting, mmorpg, online friendships, light humor, voice chat banter, slice of life, gen z slang, SMAU!!

notes: lowkey forgot i mentioned that choso and you where matching pfp's so the mc's pfp changes mid convo.. please pretend it doesnt im too lazy to redo it LMAOO

credits: @strangergraphics-archive for dividers

➽ CHAPTER TWO

"Thirst Traps & Tank Buffs"

�� YOU BARELY REMEMBER FALLING ASLEEP, but you do remember logging off. Saying good night to everyone in the VC before closing discord. The light from your monitor flickering off as you turned your pc off. Everything just had you buzzing with excitement. Being invited to that guild, the raid clear, Gojo's laughter every time you wiped, and Choso never leaving your side. You don't think you've had as much fun playing Sins of Valor as you did tonight.

You carried that high the next morning you woke up.

You did regret staying up way too late last night, but that didn't stop the buzz in your body. You got out of bed way too quickly for someone who hates waking up in the morning. You threw your work uniform on and rushed out the door to your bus stop.

Your phone buzzes with discord notifications, but you don't check them until you get off the bus and inside the café, where you work. You pull out your phone in the break room while you check the messages in the new discord you were invited to.

There was a flood of @'s and replies to his announcement in the general chat. Some names you recognized from the raid last night, while others you didn't. Last Save Point wasn't a huge guild per se, but it did have a decent amount of people in the server. You smiled and sent out a quick thank-you message before tucking your phone into your apron pocket and clocking in for the morning.

"You seem extra giddy this morning. What happened in Sins of Violence last night?" Your coworker Nobara asks.

She started a few months after you and is still in high school, but she honestly carries herself like an adult. Working afternoons and weekends, balancing work and school.. somehow. You're still not sure how she does it. At first, you two didn't talk much, but you had your first real conversation when you were explaining a frustrating raid night to a now ex-coworker who played the game casually. Nobara, who didn't really play any other games besides The Sims and Mario Cart, was obsessed. Listening like it was a drama.

“So you died because your tank refused to take aggro?” she asked, jaw slightly dropped. “Yep,” you said, wiping down the espresso bar. “Instant wipe. Whole raid gone.” “That’s so toxic,” she said, dead serious. “I’d uninstall the whole game.”

From then on, Nobara would always ask about what's going on in your game.

"It's Sins of Valor" You corrected, "and uh, nothing much. Just got invited to a new discord.. and a guild. Cho and I also cleared that raid we've been struggling on, finally."

"Woah, that's huge! You've been mentioning how Cho and you have been looking for one, right?" Nobara replies quickly. You nod your head in reply, grabbing a clean rag and wiping down the tables while you chatted.

"Yeah, it was so cool. They invited us after we completed the raid with them." You explain.

Nobara starts wiping all the cups clean, "Sooo, you have to tell me about them then! Are they weird? Are they hot? Are you the main character in a drama now?" She wiggles her eyebrows at the last part like she already knows the answer.

You chuckle, pushing chairs into place at the front tables before heading behind the counter to help with prepping syrups and drink mixes for the day. "No, nothing like that. If they were weird, I wouldn't have joined."

"So you admit that they're hot?" She fires back immediately.

You laugh again, shaking your head. "I didn't say that either! I don't even know what any of them look like, only their characters."

Nobara lets out a dramatic gasp, "That is peak fan fiction energy."

"It's real life, not a story"

"Says the girl who got recruited into a guild after showing off her cracked gaming skills," She teases with a hip bump.

You shrug, "Okay, maybe it's a little like a story. For you, at least."

Nobara then sets down the cup she is wiping and turns around to fully face you, leaning against the counter like she is ready for some tea to spill, "Alright, Who's in the guild. I want details"

You laugh but give in. "Alright. Full party from the raid. There were eight people, including Cho and I." You start counting on your fingers, trying to recall who was all there. "Okay, first off. Satoruwu aka Gojo. He was the Raid leader. He is a celestial, plays a broken ranged DPS class and pulls aggro before the tank like.. constantly."

"So, basically a walking disaster."

"Exactly"

You raise another another finger, "Then there is Nanam1e—that’s Nanami. Super serious. Zero patience. I genuinely can’t tell if he enjoys the game or if he’s just here out of obligation."

Nobara nods her head excitedly.

"Off-tank is Dokt0rShok0—Shoko. She’s chill. Like... maybe too chill. Every time we took a pause between wipes, I swear I heard her snoring."

“Oh my god. Do you think she’s an actual doctor?”

You shrug. “Honestly? Kinda wouldn’t be surprised.”

"Then there’s Tea4T1me, Utahime. She’s one of the healers. She was super nice—after the raid. But during? She was micromanaging everyone like she was running an elite military unit." You joke.

Nobara lets out a laugh, "I'm sure someone has to step it up."

"Next up is GetLowGeto aka Geto. DPS. Had, like, all the boss guides and drop rates open mid-raid. Knew every mechanic before it happened. Also, constantly giving unsolicited advice—and plays a hot female elf. I didn’t even realize it wasn’t actually a girl until halfway through."

Nobara’s eyes go wide. “I totally forgot people still do that.”

You laugh. “Right? It caught me off guard.”

You pause, trying to figure out how to even begin describing the last member.

"Okay, lastly we have OniBabe69.. aka Toji. I.. I don't even know where to start with him."

"Hot mess?" Nobara asks

You wince. "Worse. His character is hot—like, genuinely—but he’s pretty much shirtless, plays a Demon DPS, and just charges in before anyone says a word. He either top DPS’s or dies immediately. There’s no in-between."

"Oh my god. I’m in love."

You cringe. "Don’t be. He moans into the mic when he crits."

She gasps, instantly horrified. "Jail. Straight to jail."

You both burst out laughing as you return to your morning tasks.

"So yeah," you say, wiping down the counter. "That’s the raid team."

Nobara slides next to you and gently bumps your hip with hers. "You’re really in for something with this crew, huh?"

You smirk. "I already know."

She grins. "You better give me every update. I want drama. Romance. Betrayal. Fashion."

You laugh. "What is this, a fantasy reality show?"

She winks. "Exactly. And you’re the main character."

Near the end of your shift, Nobara looks over at you. The café is dead, just leaving the two of you to finish up your closing tasks. She leans over the counter, watching you mop the floor and stack the chairs up on the tables.

"You know, Yuji and Megumi started playing last week after I told them about your adventures." You blink before looking over at her.

"Seriously?" You respond

"Dead serious. They’re terrible—like, dying-in-the-tutorial-level terrible—but they’re obsessed. Won’t stop talking about it."

You snorted, setting the mop aside. "That’s wild."

"I know! I was actually surprised they wanted to play," she said, hopping off her stool to grab some towels from the back. "They’ve been completely glued to this shooter game lately. Neon Six? Neon Riot? Something with colors and guns."

You knew the game she was talking about. Choso played it occasionally.

"Anyway," she went on, returning with the towels and placing them on the counter for the openers tomorrow, "I told them I’m an honorary party member until I can actually install the game myself."

"Oh?" you raised a brow, amused. "What’s stopping you?"

She gave you an embarrassed look. “Need to order an external hard drive first. My laptop is already screaming every time I open Chrome, so I’m pretty sure SoV would murder it.”

You laughed as you headed behind the counter to grab the keys for the front door. “Don’t worry. I’ll carry you through the starting dungeons and quests.”

Nobara smirked, following you to the front. “You better!"

You both then left, and you locked the doors, ending your shift at the cafe. You gave Nobara a wave and told her to get home safe before making your way to the bus stop. As you waited for the bus you opened discord to check the messages in it.

You let out a laugh as you see Nanami start typing, this was obviously going to start some sort of argument. It all seemed to be in good fun, though. The bus arrived, and you quickly got on, sitting down at your usual spot. It was empty around this time, only a few other people spread out inside it. As you look back down at your phone, you see Nanami has replied.

The chat goes silent while they wait for Toji. Then suddenly his message pops up as a spoiler. You have to click it to see the image, so you of course do.

Yeah, he definantly has abs.

You almost find yourself at a loss for breath as you look over the image. Toji is standing in the bathroom in front of a bathroom mirror, towel slung low on his hips and his phone half covering his face.

His black hair is damp and still sticking to his forehead. There are water droplets all across his skin indicating that he just got out of a shower. His jawline is sharp and dusted with a faint stubble. His eyes are barley visable behind his phone but you can tell they are dark, and his expression is a smug smirk.

And those abs?

He's got the stomach that people die for. Carved, Defined. There is even a scar that runs across his torso and one that peeks out from his hips. His arm is flexed just enough to show definintion but not too much. This man knows what he is doing.

You tried to hold back your laughter on the bus as you read all the messages on your screen. Soon another messaged popped up on your notifications. A smile spread across your lips as you read the username.

You quickly replied, sending him a selfie of yourself on the bus. Then as soon as it sent the stop for your bus arrived and you quickly rushed off of it. It’s been a long time since heading home felt this exciting—probably not since high school. You reached your apartment door and fumbled with the keys for a second before finally swinging it open. Stepping inside, you locked it behind you out of habit, then made a beeline for your room. Your bag hit the bed in one motion as you all but launched yourself into your chair, already reaching to power on your PC.

Logging into SoV was like second nature, your fingers flying across the keyboard as you entered your username and password. Your summoner spawned right where you left her, beside the koi pond at the guild house. Choso was already logged on waiting for you.

His avatar was sitting beside the water, his face lit by the floating lanturns in the cherry blossom tree beside the pond. When you appeared he quickly stood up and walked over to you without saying a word.

Then a trade request popped up.

You accepted it.

You recevied: Foxflame Earrings

Tiny red tassel earrings appeared in your gear inventory. Their color matched your mask perfectly. You grinned behind the screen as you clicked on an emote in game, sending Choso's character a kiss with a heart.

ch0s0 whispered to YOU: thought they matched your outfit You whisper to ch0s0: they're perfect.

Soon you hear your discord blowing up with notifications and you quickly open it to see an @ in the discord server. Everyone is getting ready for another raid it seems.

You quickly slide into VC, expecting everything to be chaos but it was surprisingly...chill.

"Hey" Gojo said, "Look who finally logged in, we were about to send a search party."

You chuckle in reply and roll your eyes, "If anything im early. You said ten mintues.. its been less than two." You tease back. You hear Gojo let out a soft chuckle before hearing the notfication sound of someone sending you a party invite.

satoruwu has invited you to join the party!

You accecpted immediantly. As you look around, you notice Choso is gone from your side in game, probably to prepare the the raid. Your eyes then scan the party and look through who is already here.

★Tank★ cr1tB4by ★Healer★ Tea4T1me ★DPS★ OniBabe69 ★DPS★ satoruwu ★DPS★ YOU

"Soooo... who is cr1tB4by?" You ask, raising a brow. "He wasn't here last night."

"He was supposed to be... but his power cut out right before the raid.. again" Utahime answers with a sigh.

"Again?" you ask

"Yeah. His setup's cursed or something." she adds with a sigh.

Toji chimes in, "I think his router’s just a cursed spirit at this point."

You laugh. "Okay, but seriously. Who is he?"

"No idea." Gojo says. "We don't know his real name. So we just call him Crit."

"We do know some details about him though! Like he is still in high school. He's a mute. Doesn't talk but always joins VC. Muted the entire time." Utahime explains.

"But he types in chat?" you ask

"Only uses macros during fights," she says. "They’re custom, too. Super detailed. Timing’s insane. Honestly? He could probably solo half the mechanics if we all dropped dead."

"He's our go too healer on raid nights, but he does also play tank when Nanami flakes out on us." Gojo adds on.

"Interesting..." You reply.

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[does-it-introject]

Not a request but rather a question: are there any sources that have been submitted that you've been genuinely surprised at the winning answer for?

Sometimes I'm a bit surprised at the results, usually because I forget that just because a media is popular; doesn't mean there's many introjects of it.

Take for example: Hatsune Miku (or Vocaloid in general). In all polls regarding this: NO was always the winner. And logically thinking it makes sense, but it's still surprising to me as a System with multiple Hatsune Mikus (and not counting other Vocaloid we have introjects of).

Vocaloid is popular — Hatsune Miku even moreso. So seeing that Miku Introjects are actually not as common was probably the first big surprise of this kind I had on this account.

If we're talking more specific: the Furry / Fursona poll was probably the most surprising to me, specifically because the numbers ended up being really close, with YES only barely winning.

I didn't expect YES to even be close to winning when I queued the post, so seeing it win even if it's really close to a TIE was super cool yet extremly surprising.

And while not surprised at the WINNING answer, I sure was surprised to see atleast three polls where there was 0% on YES. That being Deadlock, Hellpoint and Remnant II — as far as I'm aware.

I typically am able to tell what the answer's gonna be on a poll — since they are in most cases NO — so I'm rarely ever surprised, apart from these ones so far.

Thank you for asking! This was fun to think about.

[unclefathersantateddy]

What are some of your favorite quotes from Bob’s Burgers? Can be a top five, can be from a specific character or episode, can be from the movie, anything you want!

In no particular order, these are the five (5) quotes that I think about, REGULARLY, lmao!

The Gayle quote especially I quote regularly, the deflation in her voice when Bob makes her feel unimportant/invisible upon greeting/welcoming her is just exquisite *chef's kiss*. I've been using it to combat intrusive thoughts and it's been working surprisingly well LOL (sorry if tmi!!)

The rest I have posted about before but I am ALWAYS happy to talk about them, they genuinely bring me so much joy. Dry humour is peak humour (to me), and american media can often miss it or get it wrong, so it's particularly nice when they get it so right <333

Thank you for this wonderful ask, I had a LOT of fun with it (both mentally and drawing), ask box is always open for this sorta thing! :3 (sorry it's took me nine (9) million years to answer this)

[lookingfts]

Friday Fic Rec 4/18

Thanks as always for your submissions! Titles are links to each fic.

Now I Want by ramarro

“As ramarro says in the tags, it's a toxic relationship, but it's fun to write (and read!). The two stories share Kate's and then Anthony's POV of their on and off again relationship, told non-linearly from when they meet to when they finally accept that they are it for each other, for better or worse. It's sexy as hell, a bit angsty, and has its own kind of HEA. It's also so beautifully written.”

Description: If they were a normal couple, they’d talk about the pain they inflicted on each other today. They might have a productive conversation how their emotional needs weren’t being met and how they could change that. Instead, they just sit in the cab in silence, Anthony’s hand possessively on her thigh. Kate knows he must have spent that hour where she didn’t answer fuming, but she’s not going to apologise. He takes a deep breath. ‘I missed you.’ Something in her relaxes. She covers the hand on her thigh with her own.

Complete - E - 14k words

an unthinkable fate by andromedas_perseus, antematter, caciopepebowl, rosesatdawn

“It’s just an absolute masterpiece and I cannot wait for what is next.”

Description: From forbidden lovers in Ancient Egypt to playing detective in the 1950s; risking it all in the Regency, Shakespearean sword fights, and starting an 80s sex cult - they find each other in every lifetime. As it turns out, there is no corner of the earth far away enough to keep them from falling in love.

WIP (6/7) - E - 71k words

geomancy by buries

“First time reading this author and I think their writing is amazing. This work in particular but make sure you check their other works as well!!”

Description: In preparation for their wedding, a nervous Anthony asks Kate to show him how the Haldi ceremony is performed so he can practice. Naturally, things escalate.

Complete - E - 10k words

At Ease by PenguinofProse

“This one is fantastic.”

Description: In which Anthony is very uncomfortable around the lady his mother has tried to set him up with - until he isn't.

Complete - T - 14k words

What We Didn’t Do by GrostoliSugary

“This one is HOT! like WTF level HOT!”

Description: Kate Sharma would never, ever, under any circumstances, lust after her sister’s fiancé. Except… she did. A lot. In anatomical detail.

Complete - E - 8k words

je suis malade by antematter

Description: Three years ago, Kate Sharma had nearly been world number one, future Olympic champion, girl most likely. But three years ago, her father had still been alive. Three years ago, she hadn’t broken her leg just before the biggest competition of her life. Three years ago, she hadn’t met Anthony Bridgerton yet.

Complete - E - 32k words

Leaving on a Jet Plane by WaterlilyRose

Description: Kate and Anthony both have individual fights with their families. And drunkenly make a decision. If their families think they can do so much better than them - have a go!

Complete - E - 56k words

My Lord, My Love by caciopepebowl

Description: Kate and Anthony are caught in the midst of a damning embrace. Faced with the consequences of their own reckless actions, they are forced to confront both their feelings for one another and their own insecurities.

WIP (5/?) - E - 36k words

Not right now and not like this by SkippingStone

Description: After the birth of their daughter, Charlotte, Kate and Anthony actually deal pretty well. Unable to admit to the feelings they have for each other, their strictly platonic relationship begins to crumble. All three suffer under the consequences. Anthony begins to understand in the aftermath of a dramatic fallout between the two, that it is his responsibility to learn to be a good dad.

Complete - M - 74k words

Indelible Sins by Mx Kate B

Description: Anthony Bridgerton is a playboy. At least, that’s what he tells himself. Then one day he meets Kate who constantly challenges him, reminding him how sweet life can be. However, the sins of Anthony’s past are not so easily forgotten.

Complete - E - 27k words

Thanks to those who submitted! You can find previous weeks under the "lfts fic recs" tag.

@rosesatdawn24 @youarejeff @waterlilyrose @mxkateb

[randomness-is-my-order]

I've seen a lot of people say that if wwx was a girl jfm would've made her jc's betrothed, however I've always thought that he wouldn't do that because of wwx's social status, that said I'm curious as to what your thoughts on that are, because as I've said, your perspective regarding the book is always amazing!!

hi again!!!

honestly, any scenario in which wei wuxian and jiang cheng are hypothetically paired together is instant nightmare fuel. 😭

but considering your question: no, i don’t think jfm would plan this betrothal because how the hell would he convince madame yu? wei wuxian being a girl won’t change the “rumors” about her being jfm’s illegitimate child with cangse sanren and neither will it change wei wuxian’s capability with cultivating and her embodying the jiang spirit. instead of just being compared with jiang cheng, imo she’d also be pit against jiang yanli. the latter might be less intense, perhaps, but might be another cause for bitterness within madame yu.

thing is, in canon, there is no betrothal planned for jiang cheng, only yanli. maybe if lotus pier massacre hadn’t occured, jfm and madame yu would arrange jc’s marriage as well but it would be with a lady of some high status, so i do agree that wei wuxian’s social status would definitely be a major reason for this betrothal not happening.

i flat-out refuse to consider this situation somehow involving a besotted jiang cheng who would covet wei wuxian and thereby, somehow ask for a betrothal to be set up (genderbent!wwx would still choose lan wangji, obv).

wei wuxian had enough challenges to face in canon—but being a woman would just make it so much worse. i’m not even sure what her main purpose as a disciple in the jiang sect would be—as in jfm wanted wwx to be jiang cheng’s lifetime companion and subordinate but would a female wei wuxian be levied with the same expectation. would her marriage be planned within the clan so she would have to stay and help jiang cheng anyway? would being outclassed by a “girl” hurt jc’s ego even harder, alienating wwx from the clan faster and deterring even the thought of planning their betrothal for jfm? i mean, jfm had the good sense to understand that yanli and zixuan’s marriage wouldn’t have worked, at that point in time, so it stands to reason that he would notice this within jc and wwx as well. whether wei wuxian’s choice would matter in the equation is another question.

okay, enough rambling, my final answer is nope, jfm won’t plan this betrothal because 1) wei wuxian is the daughter of a servant like you said 2) madame yu’s existence. i do have more tangential thoughts—like the possibility of female wei wuxian being used for sect alliances after she’s gained a rep in the cultivation world or her being trained under madame yu to be her personal servant, only madame yu treats her personal servants kinda well so maybe not—but i’m gonna end it here because scatterbrained-ness is kicking in. fun question again, though, thanks!!

[whalesharkstho]

(sorry if this sent twice, it seemed like my internet shit itself)

Your Jazz art has been so inspiring for me, it's been helping me through really dark times rn and just seeing my favorite guy done so much justice and in such a fantastic style makes things feel less hard. Thanks for posting sm and hope you know you'll always have a fan ❤❤❤ (might be able to convince my aro ass to even ship jazzop but we will see lmao /silly)

ahhhhh this message is one i’ve been staring at for a while it’s been making me giggle and kick my feet i’m SO very glad you like how i draw jazz!!! he’s my fave bot to draw and i’m very very happy my art is bringing you a sense of joy!! it’s genuinely all i desire as an artist for people to be happy when they see my work

anyway, here’s a jazz doodle for you!! i’m wishing you well and i hope things get better for you but in the meantime know there will be a pretty much endless well of jazz content from me X]

[babyboywilson]

if you're still taking hilson requests, one i frequently think about is everyone else observing house and wilson. watching as their weird friendship turns into something undeniably more ('you two LIVE together??' 'what do you mean you and house had dinner last night?') but both of them are like. ? nuh uh wdym

chase watched as house and wilson walked into the hospital together, arms brushing against each other as house uttered something and wilson titled his head back and laughed. nothing house usually said was funny enough to make any of the team laugh like that, but wilson was beaming as if house was the world’s funniest comedian. shaking his head, chase moved to follow them. “did you two meet in the parking lot or something?” chase asked as he handed over a file to house. the older man took the file and gave chase a withering look. “we carpooled like we do every day. obviously,” house replied. chase froze and watched as house and wilson got in the elevator together and the doors closed in chase’s face. carpooled? how long had house and wilson been carpooling together when they lived on opposite sides of town?

cameron scrubbed her hands over her face, scrubbing the exhaustion from her eyes knowing it was going to be a long night. house was in his office, bouncing his ball against the wall as he pondered their latest case. from the corner of her eye, cameron caught a shadow moving outside the office. a few seconds later, wilson appeared in house’s office and walked towards the older man. house tossed wilson the ball and wilson caught it easily. “we can cancel dinner if you want to stay here? i can get some takeout for us to share instead,” wilson said. cameron watched as house shook his head. “you got the reservation weeks ago, and i’m starving,” house said. wilson snagged house’s cane from the wall and handed it to him. “let’s go then,” wilson said with a soft smile. cameron watched as wilson grabbed house’s jacket and held it out for the older man. a second later, house poked his head into the office. “going out,” house announced, and then the two men were heading out of the office; wilson holding the door open for house. cameron turned her gaze towards chase with a raised eyebrow. “did you see that?” she asked. chase shook his head. “see what?” cameron cast her eyes back towards house’s office. “dinner reservation. wilson holding the door for house. looked like a date to me.”

foreman could’ve sworn he was hearing things. he had to have been. there was no way… right? house was in wilson’s office, tapping his cane on the oncologists desk but not in a harsh way. it was gentle, as if he didn’t even realize he was doing it. “are you sure? i thought i put it in the laundry hamper yesterday morning,” wilson said. “well it wasn’t in the dryer last night and i was cold,” house grumbled. wilson chuckled, shoving the base of the cane off of the desk as he stood up. “i’ll bring one of my other sweatshirts over tonight and you can use that one, alright?” wilson offered. house sighed dramatically and moved towards the door. “it had better be as comfortable as the mcgill one,” he threatened, a hint of fondness in his tone. “it is,” wilson replied. house moved into the hallway, almost bumping into foreman as he did. house whacked him in the shin with his cane. foreman startled. “stop standing there with your mouth hanging open, it’s very unappealing,” house said. foreman darted his gaze towards wilson’s office, then to house, then back to wilson’s office. “are you and wilson… are you living together or something?” foreman asked skeptically. house rolled his eyes. “how else do you think we carpool to work together?” house asked as he walked away.

foreman, chase, and cameron sat in the office with their heads hung low. “they have to be dating, right?” cameron asked. “date nights. sharing clothes. living together. it’s more like they’re married,” chase pointed out. “either it’s new and they’re screwing with us. or it’s old and we’ve all just missed it,” foreman muttered. their conversation broke off quickly when the office door swung open and wilson walked in. “have any of you seen house?” wilson asked, squinting his eyes and glancing through the main office into house’s office, but the older man wasn’t there. “he’s doing an ultrasound on a patient,” foreman supplied. wilson nodded and moved to leave the office. “hey wilson,” chase suddenly said. the oncologist stopped and looked back at the team. “are you and house dating?” chase asked. wilson looked between the ducklings with his eyebrows knitting together before he burst out laughing. “no! why would you even think that?” wilson said, shaking his head and still laughing as he left the office.

cameron cornered house later that day. “are you and wilson dating?” she asked bluntly, not having believed wilson’s answer earlier. it would be just like house to tell wilson to lie about their relationship if asked just to turn it into some kind of guessing game. house stepped around cameron with a scoff. “you’d hate that, wouldn’t you? it would ruin your hopes of us getting together.” cameron jogged to catch up with house. “not true. and that wasn’t an answer, you know,” she pointed out. house opened his office door and stepped inside. “no,” house replied, and closed the door in her face.

“they’re both idiots,” foreman said the next day as house walked in wearing wilson’s gray sweatshirt. “they’re pining and don’t even realize they’re essentially dating,” cameron added. “we’re going to be dealing with this crap forever. someone just tell them to kiss already and get it over with,” chase sighed as he dropped his head down onto the table.