#this was inspired by french frys fic

[king-xie]

since ive seen people posting about ben as an ibvs character i was blessed with a vision. more predictions will come at a later date.

[dinotoro]

i just knew

pairing : myung jaehyun x reader

genre : romance

subgenre : fluff, angst, friends-to-lovers

word count : 1.1k

summary : jaehyun and you have friends since the time big bang happened. you always felt that you two could be more than that. however, jaehyun's perspective on the situation was a bit different.

warnings : none

disclaimer : all character depictions are fictional and in no way represent or depict the actions of the real people.

permanent taglist : mochamvgz , nyxvrse , luvistqrzzz , hyhees , sngvhs

footnotes : this fic is dedicated to my lovely baby sis cinny aka mochamvgz. this was inspired by that one scene in s8 of b99. this was not proofread. i hope you like it <3

release date : October 26th, 2023

The earliest memory that you had featuring Jaehyun and you were when you two were five years old.

It was a pleasant spring day, and your families had decided to host a picnic in the nearby park. Little Jaehyun was told to share his candies with you. Even though he was reluctant, he pushed a lollipop towards you. You smiled widely and accepted it, thanking him softly. 

At that moment, Jaehyun felt happy that he shared it with you. 

You, on the other hand, were not so compassionate. Since childhood, you hated sharing your things. So when you noticed Jaehyun staring at your last piece of french fry, you felt protective over it. His lips formed a slight pout as if imagining himself eating that. With pleading and puppy eyes, he looked at you. 

You just turned your head away and quickly ate the last piece. 

You had turned around to see Jaehyun’s reaction and saw that his eyes had turned glassy with tears. Even though something tugged in your heart, you just walked away and sat somewhere far away. 

Cut to middle school, when both of you were a bit closer to each other than before. You used to sit beside him and would love to annoy him. He used to say that the purpose of your birth was to be a menace (you could not disagree with that). He would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the little shenanigans. 

The banter continued till high school. You would present him with a muffin, only to take a bite out of it before him and giggle. He would pout, but would secretly enjoy it. He would let you eat the rest of the muffin while tugging your stray hair strands behind your ear.

You would feel your heart racing, and wishing something you had been wanting for a long, long time - that Jaehyun would become more than just a friend. 

When college started, both of you almost stopped meeting. Your heart would hurt, but the situation was out of your hands. Jaehyun was pursuing his dreams of becoming an idol, and you were ecstatic to see him excelling in the field he had always wanted to go in. However, a small part of you yearned to be back to those days when it was just two ordinary friends and not a successful idol and his boring best friend. The insecurities would build up, slowly crumbling your confidence to ask him out. 

~

It was your twenty-fifth birthday and Jaehyun wanted to surprise you. He was in charge of driving, but won’t tell you where he was taking you. You were feeling curious and impatient, but he would only smirk. Seeing you fidgeting restlessly and behaving like a little baby, he kissed your cheek and kept driving. That was an effective method, for your insides were churning and you were feeling warm. 

He parked his car a little far away from the location and told you to close your eyes. He kissed your cheek gently again and led you to the place. 

When you opened your eyes, it looked vaguely familiar. Jaehyun could see the gears clicking in your head, and replied, “This is the place our parents brought us to for a picnic. It was our first meeting.” Your eyes widened, and you wondered what he had in store. 

He handed you a lollipop, and suddenly all the memories started to flood back. You thanked him softly and started eating it. Jaehyun asked, “When were you going to confess to me?”

You froze. He smiled gently and said, “When we were in high school, I remember that you had written a small note where you had confessed. You thought you had discarded it, but you had kept it on my desk. At first, I was confused, wondering if it was an accident or whether that was your way of confessing. But when I saw you not saying anything or even anticipating any reaction or reply, I understood that you did not mean for that note to reach my eyes. However, the cat was out of the bag.”

You turned towards him, your teeth holding onto the lollipop like it’s your emotional support. Embarrassment coursed through your veins, and your palms started to sweat. You took the broken lollipop out and said, “I am sorry. I was…scared. I did not want to ruin our friendship.” The sunset looked beautiful, the breeze gently blowing Jaehyun’s hair askew. The last rays of the sun illuminated his face, giving him a golden sheen. He looked perfect, and you felt something heavy pit in your stomach. 

He kept looking at you, a small smile adorning his face. He was waiting for you to continue, and expression encouraging you to do the same. You said, “I mean look at you. You are so perfect. You are a great son, a great friend, a great idol, a great leader… I could never compare. How could I even ask you for something, when I knew I was not worth it? Look at your status and look at mine. Wouldn’t it be a harsh joke? Wouldn’t my rash decisions and feelings ruin everything?” As you were telling him about your feelings, you could feel tears rushing into the corners of your eyes. Jaehyun noticed this and hugged you gently, to which you rested your head on his chest and cried. It felt good to finally confess, but at what cost? Did you lose everything now? Did you lose him?

Jaehyun kissed the top of your head and hugged you tightly. It felt like he had returned home, in the arms of his loved one. He said, “Y/N, you should not jump to conclusions like that. You know I love muffins, but I always let you eat those. I love french fries, but you love them more. I would gladly sacrifice all my french fries for you because I love you more, and seeing you happy after eating them is better than eating them myself. I know that for you, it might have a slow realisation, but for me, it has been you. It has always been you. It will forever be you. I love you.” 

You looked up at him, your mouth forming an ‘o’ shape. He was slightly teary too, but those tears were of joy. He kissed your forehead and smiled widely. He knelt on one knee and asked, “M’lady, will you be my girlfriend?” You nodded, and he got up and hugged you again. 

You might have taken some time to see the blooming love between you two, but for Jaehyun - he knew. He always knew. 

[peridotglimmer]

instead i chose to use my heart

a meddison fic inspired by @shrrpteeth's post about an au where divorced!addek have a child that addison and meredith keep picking up from each other's place.

summary:

“It’s still weird.” Izzie munches on a French fry she just stole from George’s plate as she speaks. “That they have a kid together.” “And that the kid is polite and normal,” Cristina adds, also taking a fry from George, who shakes his head and pushes his plate towards the both of them as he gets out his wallet to go order a new serving. “Like how do Satan and McDreamy manage to get a well-balanced child?” “Maybe they’re two opposite kinds of crazy, which balance each other out,” Izzie suggests. They’re staring at the tableau at the other end of the cafeteria, where Addison Montgomery is handing off her daughter to Derek Shepherd, who is on the phone the entire time she tries to talk to him. Meredith is standing next to him and paying attention to Addison instead, nodding as she listens. “The weirdest part is that they make Meredith look like the stable parent in that nightmare of a love triangle,” Alex adds. “You’re not seriously suggesting Montgomery is still in love with Shepherd, are you?” Izzie asks, and Alex laughs. “Not with Shepherd, no.”

[drownedinlavender]

Helloooo, so I'm writing a long kyman fic. It's gonna be a slow burn multi-chapter one. I got like a good 1/3 of it down with like a skeleton of events mapped out. Since I haven't been active in any fandom or like written fanfic since I was a teen, I wanted to post an excerpt to kinda test the waters a bit haha I'm kinda shy about sharing stuff but was greatly inspired by a lot of people's work.

Anyway, the premise is Cartman impulsively taking the fall on something and being admitted to inpatient cause of it. This excerpt is when he facetimes the gang to tell them about it. Stan and Kenny are at school during lunch, Kyle's at the hospital (has to do with what Cartman took the blame for), and Eric's at home about to leave.

I'd greatly appreciate any criticism or input! Thank u for ur time 💜💖 ^^)/

"Dude, a psych ward? That sounds pretty serious," Stan looks mildly concerned.

"It is serious, Stan. That's why Kyle's gonna owe me big time when I get back," Eric smuggly declares, "Like sucking my balls big big time."

Kenny sneakers at the brunette still obsessing over a bet they made years ago when they were just kids.

"Man, you gotta lay off the balls thing, Cartman. That's hella gay," Stan drily informs while munching on a fry.

"Hey! It's not gay! It's about humiliation and having power over an individual," Eric offendedly denies, choosing to die on that hill.

Kyle, who has been absolutely seething in the background, finally bursts, "Fuck you, Cartman! I didn't ask you to cover for me, you did that all on your own!"

Eric scoffs, "Okay, fine, Kahl, would you prefer me going to PC principal and telling him I take it all back. That he should take you off the team like he wanted? Is that what you want, Kahl?"

Kyle tenses his jaw muscles as he grinds his teeth. Of course that's not what he wants but is Cartman holding one over his head any better? His eyes flicker to the side as he contemplates for a brief moment. Stan continues eating, staring at his screen waiting for his best friend to speak as if he's watching an enthralling reality tv show. Once Kenny's giggling fit finally subsides, he lays his head on one outstretched arm and sneaks a French fry from whoever's lunch tray is right across from him.

"Fine," Kyle bitterly concedes with a sigh, "but I'm not helping you do anything illegal like murder or whatever. And I'm definitely not sucking your balls," he points at Cartman through the screen.

"Oh…" a small voice utters in surprise across the room from Kyle. The redhead looks up at a shocked nurse half way through the door. "I-I'll come back in a second to check your vitals," she embarrassedly scurries out of the room.

Kyle's mortified face soon matches his hair. "God, damn it, Cartman!"

Kenny practically dies of laughter, not even bothering to hold his phone up right anymore.

"Dude," Stan snorts before cracking up as well.

Kyle hides his face with one hand, trying with every fiber of his being to maintain any ounce of composure he can muster before combusting from rage.

Eric's amused smile warps into a shit eating grin, he absolutely could not be any more delighted by the current turn of events. He obnoxiously clears his throat before continuing, "Very well, I'll leave a legally binding contract in your room before departing, Kahl. Now Kenny," he seamlessly changes the topic.

Kenny straightens himself out the best he can. "Uh-huh?" He responds through tears.

"Wait a second, fatass, do NOT break into my room!" Kyle protests.

Eric purposely ignores his rival, knowing it'll anger him further. "Kenny, my mom says you can use your spare key to clear out my fridge whenever. She's gonna stay up in Denver with some cousin until I'm out. We don't want the food rotting up and stinking up the place so do it sooner rather than later, got it?"

"Seriously, dude?!" Kenny immediately straightens himself out in elated surprise. Woohoo!" He cheers. He knows their fridge is always packed so he and his little sister are definitely set for bit.

"Knock yourself out, dude, just don't let anything rot in there. Seriously, I'll kick your ass if I come back and my house reeks like spoiled ass."

"You got it, bro," Kenny assures with a thumbs up.

"Don't ignore me, asshole!" Kyle's demands only serve to further Cartman's amusement.

"Welp, gotta go pack up some essentials. Don't know how long I'll have to be admitted … but it's all worth it for my dear friend Kahl's sake," Eric fakes sincerity. With a hand over his heart, he winks at Kyle.

"Oh, Fuck off," Kyle rolls his eyes.

"Well, good luck, dude. Don't blow up the place trying to escape," Stan waves goodbye from his screen.

"Guys, wanna say bye to Cartman? He's gonna go do some time at a loony bin," Kenny asks, reversing his camera to show the rest of their lunch table.

"We heard. You guys are super loud," Craig complains before biting his burger.

"Hey! Don't call it a loony bin, asswipe! That's totally insensitive to people with mental health issues. Not cool dude," Cartman condescendingly lectures, doing what he does best, playing the victim.

"Cartman's getting admitted? Dude, that's crazy!" Tweek comments.

"Wait, who's getting what now?" Clyde looks up from his phone, unaware of the conversation going on around him.

"Cartman, dude, he got in trouble again so PC principal's sending him to a psych ward," Tweek rapidly explains.

"Oh," Clyde responds in his usual nasally tone.

"All in order to save Kyle from getting kicked off the team," Cartman adds.

"Don't act like you did it from the kindness of your heart, fatass!" Kyle quickly corrects.

"First it's Cartman, then they'll be coming for the rest of us!" The jittery blond panics.

Craig pats his boyfriend's shoulder. "No they won't, honey, we don't cause the town to blow up every other month like they do."

"Hey!" Kyle indignantly exclaims.

"We haven't been directly responsible for the town's destruction for like," Stan counts the time in his head, "at least a year now!" He defends himself and his friends, receiving a middle finger from an unimpressed Craig.

"L-l-later, Eric, don't dr-dro-dr-dro-drop the soap," Jimmy jokes before offering up his signature smile.

"Jim, that's for jail," Tolkien corrects.

"Aw, we'll miss you, Eric! Don't take too long in the psych ward!" Butters gleefully shouts.

Kyle rolls his eyes, feeling himself getting more and more irritated by the situation at hand. "Oh, for Pete's sake, it's not like he's dying, you guys." The longer these farewells are dragging on, the more he can feel a twinge of guilt spreading throughout his subconscious and twisting up his guts.

"Poopsikins, mommy can't find Mr. Kitty's carrier, do you remember where we left it?" Liane can be heard calling from the background.

"Just a second, meeem!" Eric hollers off camera before getting back in frame and sticking out his tongue with a peace sign, "Later, losers ~ " he sings-songs and hangs up.

"You know …. For someone being sent off to an insane asylum, he seems really unbothered by it," Tolkien points out.

Kyle's eyes flicker down for just a second before choosing to quickly dismiss further analyzing Cartman's reaction to being sent away. "Well, yeah, it's Cartman. Do you really expect him to react normally about anything?"

"That's true," Tolkien immediately agrees, chalking it up to Cartman just being Cartman.

For a brief moment, Kyle remembers the time he was admitted when the town wouldn't believe him about Mr. Hankey but before he can even decide on entertaining that thought, Stan speaks.

"Wow … so he's really leaving, huh?" Stan says more than asks, looking a bit absent minded.

"I guess so," Kenny pensively looks down at the lunch table, head resting on crossed arms. He turns to Stan and forlornly admits, "dude … I'm actually feeling kinda bummed out."

Kyle bites the inside of his cheek. The reality of their current predicament further sinking in.

"Aw, Ken," Stan frowns and pats Kenny's shoulder.

"It's okay, Ken," Butters comforts, patting Kenny's back, "he said so himself, he probably won't be there for long."

"Isn't this a good thing though? Things are going to be a lot more peaceful while he's gone," Tolkien suggests.

"If Cartman gets admitted for the rest of the school year, I'll be sooooo happy," Craig chants in a monotone.

A sniffle directs everyone's focus towards Clyde.

"Clyde, you okay, buddy?" Craig puts down his lunch to fully focus on his friend's concerns.

"We *sniff* were starting to *sniff* get along more *sniff* this year," he powers through a closing throat.

Kyle bites his cheek even harder. Cartman was certainly a lot tamer as of late. Things were finally getting comfortable between the two of them, too.

"He was being a lot c-coo-c-coo-cooler this y-year," Jimmy admits.

The nurse knocks before entering Kyle's room this time. "I'm going to take your vitals again, okay?" She smiles.

"Yeah, sure," Kyle replies before addressing his friends, "I gotta go guys. Stan, can you come pick up my keys and move my car before my parents get back? I have a minor concussion so I'm under observation for a bit."

"Yeah, dude, totally," Stan confirms.

"Later," Kenny mumbles, waving with one hand, his face fully immersed in his crossed arms.

"Alright, thanks, see you guys later," Kyle says his goodbyes, queuing the nurse to begin taking his blood pressure.

Kyle barely moves, too busy contemplating Eric's departure. First, Stan moves and now Cartman's going to be gone for God knows how long? He bitterly sighs.

[liliansilverstuff]

Prequel Drabble - The Whole Story

I asked for writing prompts of location/object/line of dialogue. My friend Amy (who, incidentally, inspired the OC character of the same name in my fic) said:

the location is a 50’s diner, the object is my thumb, the line is “don’t ask me if you don’t want my answer”

The following is a prequel. It has two original characters, who are Hermione’s (Muggle) college roommates in NJ. —

Hermione shifted uncomfortably on the seat of the sparkling red vinyl booth, scowling at Amy who wasn’t even looking at her, just giving her a thumbs down as she continued eating her french fries.

“I hate it when she does this,” Hermione said to Jenna, who was seated next to Amy.

Jenna merely cringed by way of reply, looking nervously between her two roommates.

“You know what? Fine,” Amy said, retracting her arm and reaching for her chocolate shake instead, “but in future, don’t ask me if you don’t want my answer.”

“It’s not even an answer!” Hermione cried, then jumped slightly as the waiter appeared next to her, sliding into view across the black and white checkered floor. His grin was as gaudy as the chrome accents peppered throughout the restaurant.

“Alrighty-roo, I know you cats ain’t been hollerin’ but I thought I’d swing on by the check on ya! Anything else I can do ya for?” he said.

“There are so many things wrong with what you just said, I find myself at a loss for words,” Amy replied, deadpan. The 50’s-style diner on Route 17 had the most flamboyantly stereotypical decor, as if an actual diner from the 50’s had drank ceremonial plant medicine, and then vomited out an interior design scheme. It also had the waitstaff to match.

The waiter seemed not to take in Amy’s words, because he just smiled and said, “Sounds good, toots, I’ll bring the check over in a jiff.” Then, he slapped his pad of paper onto his left palm, spun around, and walked jauntily away, elbows swinging.

Jenna giggled. “I should get a job here.”

“Jenna, nooo!” Hermione cried.

At the same time, Amy turned to her and said, “You’d be perfect.”

Hermione rolled her eyes, refocusing on Amy. “So you’re really not going to tell me why you so strongly object to Leon? I mean, god’s sake, Ames, all I said was I thought he was cute.”

“He’s a pig,” Amy replied, with such a matter-of-fact tone that Hermione had to narrow her eyes in suspicion.

“You say that as if you’ve had some experience with him.”

Amy scoffed loudly, throwing her head back as she did so. “Here’s the thing, girls,” she said, turning in the booth so that she was also facing Jenna. “When you get fucked over by one too many boys, you start to have radar for the ones who are gonna be total asswipes. And I, unfortunately, have an incredibly fine-tuned radar, okay? Which is why I am telling you that Leon is exactly the type who will waste years of your life, only to get bored eventually and move on to someone else!”

“Fine! Okay! I believe you, but could you just say that next time instead of shoving your thumb in my face?”

“I’ll consider it,” Amy said, taking a bite of a fry while holding eye contact with Hermione.

“Wow,” said Jenna, “I wish I had radar for that.”

“No worries, Jen. That’s what you have me for,” Amy said with a rare sweet smile.

Jenna sighed. “Well thank goodness for that. I certainly don’t wanna get mixed up with someone who’s gonna waste years of my life.”

“Your man’s on the way, Jenna. Someone who loves, or at least supports your Disney obsession, and makes you laugh like he’s tickling you every time he talks.”

Jenna stared over at Amy, open-mouthed. “How do you know that’s exactly what I want?

Amy shrugged. “I’ve lived with you for six months now, but I probably could have told you that after one.”

“Oh really?” said Hermione with a challenging smirk. “What is it that I’m after, then?” she said, then sat back, crossing her arms over her chest, extremely intrigued to hear Amy’s take on what she wanted.

Amy had just begun to sip her milkshake, and so held up a single finger as she finished and placed the tall glass back onto the table. She wiped her mouth with a paper napkin, then crumpled it and tossed it onto her plate as she began to speak.

“You want an intellectual equal. Someone who’s as big of a fucking nerd about school as you are, but not in an obvious way. He’s intelligent and refined, and he does have a sense of humor, but it’s very dry. The shit he says goes over a lot of people’s heads, and he doesn’t even care. Furthermore, he is enamored with you, and possessive in a way that makes you feel safe, not trapped.”

She picked up her milkshake as she finished this little speech, sucking up the dregs at the bottom and emptying the glass before placing it down once again.

Quirking an eyebrow at her friend, Hermione said, “Well I’m not sure about that last bit, but otherwise… you seem to have been reading my journal.”

Jenna gasped, turning to Amy in alarm. “Did you read our journals?!”

With another scoff, Amy said, “Please, I don’t have to. Everything I said is written all over the both of you.”

Hermione and Jenna sighed in unison, then became contemplative and quiet while Amy handled the check.

Once everything was taken care of, Hermione piped back up with, “I just wonder if someone like that even exists, you know?”

At this, Amy smirked in that all-knowing way she so often did. “Patience,” she said.

That was the last thing that was said on the matter, as they exited the diner and headed back to campus.

[emmalostinwonderland]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤

Thank you, Chrissy! Y'all go check out their work while you're at it, it's so lovely. Anyway, in no particular order...

never been so weak (never felt so incomplete) / RWRB, Alex/Henry, 11.7k words, rated E

This was experimental for me in a lot of ways, and I think it's one of the best getting-together fics I've ever written. I got to explore the punk scene a little (though the music referenced ended up being more generically "alt", which is what I listen to), as well as looking for ways to tell multiple perspectives from a Third Person Limited style which is how the notes and the song lyrics came to be. If you read it and like it, check out the wonderful 'inspired by' works at the bottom - Chrissy made me a gorgeous playlist and LK did some stunning fanart of punk!Henry.

Butterflies and Tummy Aches / Alex/Henry, 16.6k words (WIP), rated E

This was heavily inspired by How to Fuck With (and Feed) Your Soulmate though I do think I've led the premise somewhat off the rails by now lol. This fic has been such a blast to work on (until I got stuck - I promise the next chapter is coming, it's like half written), especially with the included social media posts and other images. If you enjoy this one, keep an eye out for... well, the remaining few chapters, but also a podfic coming out sometime after it's actually completed (s/o to Fandom Trumps Hate!)

The Hazards of Falling In Love (Rescue Me) / MCU, Steve/Tony, 4k words, rated T

This was a pinch hit, so it came together very suddenly and very quickly, but it's so special to me. I got to share a lot of my own life experience through this with my chosen career and how that bleeds into other parts of my life. I had just had my first major Signal 1 (officer in trouble) incident a couple weeks before writing this, and I took some time in the middle to get emotional with it and really sit with that. It was healing for me in a way, and I think it made for a better story too. If you like Firefighter AUs, meet-weirds, or coworkers-to-lovers fics, I do recommend this one.

Judged By The Cover / MCU, Steve/Bucky, 32.1k words, rated E

My first writing collab! LK and I had worked together on Hold Me Steady with them doing the art, and we decided that we couldn't just part ways after that. For this one, they wrote all of Bucky's POV, and I did Steve's POV. It's really cute, and even though my writing style has changed somewhat since then, I'm very proud of this fic. If you like non-powers AUs with a dash of miscommunication, you might like this.

Doing It the French (Fry) Way / RWRB, Alex/Henry, 2.7k words, rated E

This is... the dumbest concept I've ever put to paper. Two boys being boys with their sexual food-related shenanigans. But it was so fucking fun to write, and I will never forget the shock and joy of waking up to over 30 comments on it in the first 12 hours. I actually commissioned fanart for it that I need to post as well, so maybe this will get an update real soon!

[salad-of-potatoes]

Intro Blog + Masterlist

Hey all- This is my general blog! Mostly spam and whatever fandom I’m really into at the time lol

Get the fuck off my blogs if you’re a terf or nazi. This will never be a safe place for you and you will never deserve one.

@meep-morp-p Serious posts Sideblog (Donation Posts, Vents, World Events)

@toony-times-for-mee regressor blog <3

Feel free to call me Mallard or LP

Current fandoms: Youtuber Egos, Ducktales 2017, We Bare Bears, Marvel Comics, Mario Bros. (Within Mario Bros- SMG4 and Stachebros), and VenturianTale

I like to write but rarely post lol, love posting my playlists though! Below is a masterlist of all my creative works I’ve posted so far c: will update whenever needed ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Egos

Markiplier Egos

Bingo Bongo 🧡 (A Bingle Playlist)

Goggles 💙 (A Bingle Playlist)

These two are story based, I tried having the same story be told from Bing and Googles different perspectives. C:

💖Darkstache🖤

THE OG BLACK & PINK COUPLE they mean the world to me.

Bing’s Skating Mix 🛹

Mostly meme songs lol. No story to this one!

  Erek Eric 💛

My man needs therapy stat. Playlist has a story!! He realizes his dads a chump, moves out, finds the manor and starts recovering with his new family. My man deserves a happy ending!!

Willy Warf ᕕ( ᐛ )/̵/’̿̿ ̿ ̿ ̿ ̿

No story to this one yet(?), just going on vibes for now. Inspired by etherealciel’s Wilford playlist!!

Building Something (Calmly for Once)

My first fic I’m posting publicly!! Hopefully will turn into a series, for now just a one off c:

Mario Bros

Mayo and Log

THEY MEAN THE WORLD TO ME. The movies interpretation of their dynamic and relationship is PERFECT- I always hated the jokes that Mario is a jerk especially to Luigi. So these are just songs about what the bros go through/how they’re feeling in the movie.

Mario Brothers Plumbing Radio

POV the plumbers you hired are blasting The Beach Boys in your bathroom Just songs I think the boys would listen to, either while waiting in NY traffic or on the job!

Mayo Vibes

For the short king himself- just songs I like that remind me of him! I'm really proud of this one tbh, I feel like I really got his personality- theres also a few songs in here about Peach from his POV and 🥺

Weegee Vibes

This one I think I’ll reorder soon- same as Marios; His feels more depressing lol Ill find more happy songs for him eventually

Marvel

Rebecca / Becky / Rikki Barnes 🌠

I LOVE HER SOO MUCH Rikkis such a comfort for me <3. Very story based up to a point. After the first 50 songs its just extras I either need to remove or find a place for lol

Futurama

Frozen French Fry 👾

THE MOST SILLY. Ive kinned this man for so long I love him. Story based at the start, then just evolves into general vibe

This will be updated as I make more :D Thanks for reading / listening <3

[cassiopeiaseas]

Songs that I would kill to see inspire cathartic FirstPrince fanfics

(A little ramble about songs that inspired fic ideas! New Year's fast approaches and I intend to write more next year, so maybe I'll have a proper go at these sometime. But until then, I'll let these stew here. Bonus chapter spoilers [ish?])

Photograph (Cody Fry) – Specifically as the "In February 2026, a flu sweeps through Park Slope." section of the bonus chapter. Henry-centric, one of those character deep dive type things. Henry pacing the house, thinking about all the time they've spent together over the years. Henry watching Alex in that window seat, thinking about all the man has done for him. Pure tooth-rotting fluff. Almost frustratingly sweet.

You Are Enough (Sleeping at Last) – Love love love this song and I think it'd be really nice to see it as a "It's 2025, and Henry has a bad day." fic. Specifically the end of the excerpt where Henry tells Alex "You don't have to do it, you know." Alex grappling with the idea that he doesn't always have to keep giving and giving and giving.

Je te laisserai des mots (Patrick Watson) – Typical, and this is just a personal comfort song, but since Henry knows French... I always imagine a little drabble where Alex has a bad day or he's ill or he has trouble sleeping and Henry is singing softly to him to try to help him sleep. And alright, maybe Henry isn't really the best singer but he can still hold a tune well in my heart ok

Soulmate Song (Carson James Argenna) / Run Away With Me (Ben Fankhauser) – I think these two could fall under the same premise. An AU maybe? Same forbidden romance aspect as canon, obviously, but different stakes. Alex-centric; Alex would be the one asking to run away. Very Crowley in Good Omens-esque. Very sweet, a little desperate. I would love to see them actually run away together.

Grow As We Go (Ben Platt) – I think it would make a good exploration of their relationship in terms of grief and struggle. Seeing each other at their lowest and still promising to be there, still staying, still supporting in their own ways. Maybe a 5+1 or a two chapter, one of each of them dealing with their own struggles?

Honourable mentions (aka, I can't always explain my reasoning for these, they would just make sense):

Simply The Best (Billianne)

Better Days (Dermot Kennedy)

Pointless (Lewis Capaldi)

i don't want to watch the world end with someone else (Clinton Kane)

Forever You (Dennis Van Aarssen) (Dennis is like my favourite singer ever so I might be biased but this is such a good song for them imo)

[mostlymaudlin]

For the writer ask meme! I love these :)

37 & 38 - @jtl-fics

thank u ash!!

38) If you could collab with any other writer on here, who would it be? (Perhaps this question will inspire some collabs!) If you’re shy, don’t tag the blog, just name it.

AHHHH collabs make me really nervous bc im bossy and controlling lmao so i need someone whose writing i admire and look up to and also will both fight me and still like me afterward. which is why i would LOOOOOOOVE to collab w laureb @starwarned. and..... well................ hehe. moving on.

37) What’s the funniest story you’ve written?

OOOH ok ive written a couple fics that were like literally crack but i think my funniest fic overall TO ME is my high school AU, We Can Live Forever. the title is from a one direction song, which is automatically funny, and then it just is a wild ride thru my sense of humor after that. i wrote most of this fic while zooted too, which explains a lot lol. i was actually just talking abt this particular scene with aforemention laureb the other day -- im putting it under the cut bc it's long but it's like the funniest thing ive ever written:

All the chairs are taken when Andrew steps outside holding two shitty chicken caesar wraps. Several of their occupants are reenacting moments from their last game using various lunch items. Andrew only has to watch the affair for a moment before he figures out he is being represented in the tupperware goal by an empty juice box.

Neil is sitting with his elbows resting on the table, watching with a small smile. He shifts to sneak a french fry off Kevin’s tray while he isn’t looking, then looks over to the cafeteria door. His grin splits open when he spots Andrew, and he pushes his chair back, gesturing toward his lap in offering.

Andrew sighs. He only allows his brain to read the situation as Gay Disaster and Object of Affection for about a second when he sits sideways across Neil’s thighs, Neil’s arm wrapping loosely around his waist to hold him in place. Then, Andrew realigns himself with what the situation actually is: Andrew and Neil, doing something they’ve been doing since they were seven years old. He relaxes, handing Neil his sandwich and ripping the cling wrap off his own.

“Which one are you?” Andrew asks, jerking his chin toward where a poptart has dodged its clementine backliner mark to charge at juice-box-Andrew in goal.

“I’m on the bench for this play,” Neil says.

“And then, Andrew! You were like, PSHAAHHHH!” Laila says, waving an imaginary racquet in the air to demonstrate the block Andrew had made. Matt imitates her general movement with the juicebox. “And the Allenstown guy was so mad, he tried to punch Jean!” Jeremy throws the poptart at an empty Coke can.

Andrew nods, taking a bite of his wrap. Copious amounts of shredded cheese fall onto his lap, so he brushes it all to the ground.

“I was a protein bar earlier.” Neil finally succeeds in unwrapping his sandwich using only one hand. “But then Nicky ate me.”

“Hmmm,” Andrew responds, eyeing his cousin across the table. String-cheese-Kevin scores on the opposing team. Nicky dumps a splash of Gatorade on it (and Allison’s hand) as everyone cheers.

Neil leans forward, and Andrew feels his breath on his earlobe.

“Want to know why you’re the juicebox?”

“Do I?” Andrew asks, willing every nerve in his body to stand down.

“Matt says it’s because you’re a little squirt,” Neil whispers, squeezing slightly at Andrew’s waist before leaning back against the chair. Andrew twists to glare at him.

“Don’t blame me,” Neil says, laughing. “I said you should’ve been Kevin’s hamburger — strong and beefy. But Kevin is selfish, and he was unwilling to sacrifice his hamburger for your good name.”

“Damn straight,” Kevin mumbles beside Neil, wiping off the plastic-wrapped cheese stick with a napkin before placing it back at center court.

[ygtahoy]

Well this is unedited and unbeta’d but I did say that this made me wanna write fic, and it did, but no one wants to read me rewriting the game out to fit Riptide’s canon so here’s another fic inspired by this.

Duncan wasn’t expecting to hear loud rapid french cursing from the kitchen of the Bolthole quite so soon after they got back from seeing Kindly Cheng. But not half an hour after they’ve come back from seeing the Triad boss and hearing her pitch to once again have their sins burned and become runners for her instead of waiting on Reinas supposed connection to a megacorp that’s what happened.

Coming out of his bedroom he walks cautiously down the small stretch of hall from his room to the kitchen only to find Reina standing in front of the gas stove holding a frying pan that is very much on fire with both hands on the handle keeping it away from her and looking incredibly distraught.

Running a hand over his head he lets out a helpless sigh as he looks at the mess in front of him not even sure where to start. Reina seeing him stops swearing as a complicated look of shame, embarrassment, and sorrow appears on her face at being caught in this situation.

“What, what happened?” He finally asks and she looks away from him towards the fire in her hands clamping her mouth shut for a moment and he can see she’s trying to think of a way to explain this but nothings coming from the way her lips press tighter together.

“I thought pancakes would be cooking and not baking, I was wrong.” She finally says and he snorts at that not sure why she would think she could cook or bake considering the results they’re both looking at.

“Hey! I’m not a bad cook! I’m just a bad baker!” She says back with a grumble and he just shakes his head at that going past her to grab a lid from where it’s hanging on the wall beside the oven since he can’t see a fire extinguisher anywhere in the room.

“Your pancakes are on fire.” He says as he slowly slides the lid over the flaming “pancakes” in the pan.

“They’re cakes! This isn’t my fault!” She says with a fierce glare that morphs into a pout as he just raises an eyebrow at her and finished covering the pan and now that the fire has slowly had it’s oxygen cut off it will die out in the covered pan and not be a danger to anyone else on the boat.

“You’re the one who made them.” He points out a small smile tugging at his lips now seeing her puffing out her cheeks in a sulk making him want to tease her.

“Shut up.” She mutters and her pout gets deeper as her shoulders come up as she goes into a full body sulk now that the situation has been dealt with and he’s poking fun at her.

Thanks @amberjeans for reminding me that I havent drawn Duncan in ages :3 So here's a slightly puzzled and/or sad handsome man

[frenchfrywrites]

Guess whos brain has finally given them another thirst idea~

So, this is definitely inspired by your Diavolo April showers fic because semi public pissing? Sign me the fuck up 🤤

I can't remember if it's fanon or canon but I remember reading somewhere that Simeon likes to go on hikes or like out into the wilderness to explore to get inspiration for writing. So on one of the times he invites you out with him he's adamant about staying hydrated and brings plenty of water without really thinking about anything but his pure intentions. After walking with you for a while he begins to feel the pressure oh his bladder and he also knows that he's too far out to turn around and find a toilet so he just carries on like nothing is happening until he starts to reach his limit and you notice his restlessness. He tries to deny anything is wrong, but quickly accepts that having to pee outside is inevitable and sheepishly tells you he has to pee really badly.

You lead him off the path and he asks you not to look, so you glance away, but being outside peeing so close to you makes him tense up and he's unable to go. You gently wrap your arms around him, one hand on his dick, the other gently pressing and rubbing circles into his bladder and gently praising him to help him relax enough to go. Finally you feel him lean into you a bit as he takes a few deep breaths and releases a long stream with a few soft moans escaping his lips. The whole situation excites him and you feel him get hard in your hand. He apologizes but you're more than happy to help him get off. After he cums, the two of you decide to hurry back because the poor angel is overwhelmed by it all.

(I'm realizing that the peeing part is like the exact same as the other Simeon piss thirst that I sent a while back but I can't help my desire to gently hold him from beind before getting him off)

🌟

I agree so much anon, Simeon deserves to be gently held from the back as you get him off 💖😇

I don't know if it's canon either (i havent played om in ages help :'() but I love this scenario!! Simeon is babbling about the inspiration he's getting out here as you two hike, but he stutters and stumbles when he feels a twinge on his bladder. He's trying so hard to get push it out of his mind but it becomes too much to ignore!

Once you two get off the path he has to press his legs together to stop from wetting himself. Simeon rushes to pull down his pants when you turn around, but to his dismay he finds he can't pee! He'd get a bit panicky then, calling out your name shakily, so frustrated and desperate. And then when you hover over him and take him into your hand he'd be so cute! He's all embarrassed, but he's leaning into your touch even so, relaxing just a bit from your touch alone. The feeling of your hand on his bladder would be torture until he finally lets go, and then it feels heavenly (oop). I think he'd tremble a bit in your hold, unable to contain the relief of finally letting go.

And then he's hard and he's even more embarrassed!! He's sweating and shaking like a leaf, so anxious about getting hard in your hand and what if someone comes by?! You reassure him (you haven't seen anyone else on the trail all day), slowly stroking him. He- so exhausted from the emotional roller coaster he rode for the last few minutes- lets himself accept your touch. His hips jerk erratically into your hand until he cums on the ground atop the wet spot on the ground formed from his piss <3

unless of course you want to be particularly generous and take him into your mouth to get him off faster. In that case he's cumming down your throat, biting his hand to keep quiet.

mmmm anyways pissing in (semi) public + simeon pissing are very very fun things to think about 🤤

[bibliosexxual]

Happy belated holidays, Sterek fandom! :) This week I moved 11 more of my Sterek tumblr fics over to AO3. I’ve been procrastinating about this for LITERAL YEARS, but a combination of quarantine stir-craziness and tumblr’s new blocked tags feature finally spurred me to work on it. (It just emphasizes to me how much safer AO3 probably is than Tumblr for saving your writing long-term, although we’ll see how things go?) 

Now that I’ve added them, I see my collection of tumblr fic totals almost 89k words, which is just... wow. I really had had no idea I’d written that much, but it’s a good feeling. 

So for anyone who subscribes to me on AO3, the fic spamming is over!  And for anyone who missed it, here are the fics:

the pool party - T - 2.2k words

“Do you think I’m ready for fatherhood?” Stiles asks, trying to keep the panic out of his voice. He’s not freaking out about this. He’s not.

Boyd says flatly, “Stilinski, you’re twenty-one years old. You’re supposed to know how to use a condom by now.“

Stiles’ hand spasms and he accidentally squirts a huge glob of ketchup on his mound of curly fries. Fuck. He has the ideal ketchup-to-curly-fry ratio down to a science, and this is not it. “No, absolutely not what I meant. It’s just. Did you know Derek had a kid?”

the test - M - 1.2k words

Out of necessity, Derek has fine-tuned a few simple tests for anyone he goes on a first date with.

the cucumber - T - 600 words

Derek purchases a cucumber the night before Valentine’s Day. Stiles probably should have kept his mouth shut about it.

a first kiss - G - 400 words

(College AU) Derek has never had much luck with first kisses, until Stiles.

the roommate - G - 1.8k words

Stiles finds a new roommate on Craigslist. He's a little... unusual? Serial-killery?

at the museum - T - 2.3k words

Derek and Stiles run into each other for the first time since high school, while they’re both on dates with other people.

prince in training - T - 2.8k words

(Princess Diaries AU) Stiles thought the most annoying thing about suddenly being a royal heir to a small eastern European kingdom he’s never heard of would be the hyper-aggressive paparazzi, but he was dead wrong.

The most annoying thing is actually Derek Hale, the guy Stiles’ grandmother hired to teach Stiles how not to screw this up.

draw me like one of your french girls - M - 3.5k words

Derek is struck by a sudden inspiration. "All right,” he interrupts, gripped by a wild impulsiveness, “I’ll do it.” (Stiles’ mouth drops open.) “But, but only if you’re naked, too.”

Stiles swallows visibly. “Uh,” he rallies, “oh. Okay. That’s fair. Deal. You will be nude and I… will also be nude. Cool beans. Okay.”

and they were roommates - T - 1.7k words

Derek invites Stiles to crash on his couch until he can find a place of his own. Except Stiles doesn’t seem to be leaving.

on a flight to better things - T - 900 words

Stiles and Derek meet on a flight to Maui. 

(s)he - G - 1.7k words

(HS AU) Stiles is in the school play and Derek is a big fan.

[neo-shitty]

oreo mine — h.js

description. the universe never worked in han jisung’s favor so when it (finally) did, he wasn’t ready for it. 

pairings. han jisung x female reader (ft. 3racha)

genre. fluff, slight comedy, highschool!au

word count. 3.7k

warnings + notes. no warnings for this fic. so this is how i envisioned a date with jisung would be like. happy jisung day! this is a supplementary story to bruise lee, my other han fic. you can check out the other fic here. semi-inspired by make you mine by public.

Months of trying to get you alone boiled down into one chilly afternoon in mid-November that Jisung didn’t even have a hand in planning. (Okay, maybe he orchestrated it a little but—) He had to pinch his arm to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. The whole set-up felt so fabricated, like an all-powerful being watching over him decided to pluck him out of his route of seemingly unlucky fate for a taste of something different for once.

Jisung was grateful that even in the midst of your hectic schedule, you got to watch the school’s hockey game with him. Them, technically. Asking you out alone was too bold, even for him. So he invited his friends to the game rather obnoxiously in front of you to catch a hint if you were even remotely interested in it. A weight fell off his shoulders when one of your friends beamed with excitement upon overhearing the conversation, turning to you to find a companion to drag along with her. She easily got your approval of course, you were never one to say no to your friends. He was content with just that—having an opportunity to see you for another day in the week.

If he only knew he’d have to witness his ego crushed when you gave a boy from the rival team—one who had been a thorn to his self-esteem for years—he wouldn’t have pushed through with his plan. But at least, he still got to get a snack with you (and the rest of your friends) after the hockey game without Mark. In Jisung’s head, he counted that as a win.

What his puny brain didn’t prepare for was the sudden twist of fate that came midway. It felt like destiny made him run through a raging storm only to clear it up at the last minute. And to compensate for it, they made him come across the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow after the downpour. 

One by one, the others took their leave. One of your friends wasn’t allowed to stay out for long and she dashed out the mall as soon as she got her order to catch the next bus home. Changbin was always dragged here and there by his father, a politician on the run for the capital city’s vice mayor, and today wasn’t any different. He was ushered out by men in black before he could even take a bite off of the chilli-hotdog he ordered. Chan excused himself after receiving a call for an emergency meeting from the student council, dragging your other friend along with him even after the latter’s strong disapproval. Until finally, Jisung was left alone with you on the table made for six at the mall’s Food Court.

For something he had long been looking forward to doing, he didn’t know what to do. It was something his plan didn’t cover. Okay, he was alone with you. Now what?

Seconds of debate ultimately led to him letting his mouth loose, just as he always did whenever he was around friends. You weren’t just a friend, though, but he needed to forget that to act as normal as he could.

“So,” he began after swallowing the growing lump in his throat, “where are you off to now?”

You stopped munching on your french fry to contemplate. “I don’t know, really. We were supposed to canvas for props today, but the project isn’t due until December so we can still do it next Saturday.”

“I can accompany you today,” Jisung blurted out. “I mean, I’m free for the day so if you just need a hand around I can be a substitute.”

To his dismay, you shook your head. “It’s fine. I don’t want to bother you.”

“You’re not a bother.” And Jisung bit his tongue back for speaking too fast. 

Thankfully for him, he was quick to cover slip ups and what he said wasn’t really something out of the ordinary. He was a caring friend to everybody. 

“But if you insist that it’s fine, okay then. Are you heading home after you finish your fries?”

You were about to give him an answer when your phone blared to life. You raised a hand, excusing yourself to take the call. Jisung was thankful for the few seconds he got to breathe a little and compose himself. Barely five minutes and a few dialogues in and he was already out embarrassing himself. If he didn’t pull himself together, he might as well out himself now. What happened to keeping calm and cool whenever you were around? 

The call ended quickly before he could mentally slap himself.

“That was my dad. They can’t fetch me yet because they’re still in the next city for a project they had to do. You can go ahead, I’ll just chill here until they get here. I don’t feel like going home yet.”

“And leave you alone here? What kind of friend would that make me?” Jisung asked, cocking an eyebrow at your polite dismissal of his presence. 

A part of him wished he never proposed to stay in the first place. Throughout the whole afternoon he wasn’t sure when to stand, when to talk, when not to talk, when to breathe, where to put his hands, when to laugh, when to look at you, when to stop looking at you. His thoughts looped endlessly in constant panic, he was surprised he wasn’t hyperventilating yet.

Suddenly, he was hyper-aware of everything but he was particularly conscious of the proximity of your body while you walked around the mall together. Where was too close when he was next to you? This was the closest he’d ever got ever since. You had a barricade of friends that kept you out of reach and you didn’t really interact with others until they were bold enough to make the first move. You were always in your own self-sufficient bubble, not particularly keen on letting anyone else in unless necessary. Jisung hoped you didn’t mind when someone else tried to come in. By someone, he meant him.

Jisung reeled from radio silence to chatterbox in seconds yet you never left a single topic hanging,  inputting your own thoughts along the way as you let the natural flow of conversation carry on. One conversation led to the other as you wandered floor after floor of the winding mall until you ended right by where you started.

“Wait, where were we going in the first place?” you asked, blinking at him when you realized that you were walking around aimlessly. This might’ve been the third time you passed by the Food Court.

Jisung squinted as he mazed in his own thoughts but he completely forgot about it the second his eyes wandered away from you. Oh right, he was parched. He wanted something to drink. “Boba,” he stammered, pointing over to the direction of a newly-opened bubble tea shop.

You turned and realized how it captured his attention so easily. You were so used to the neutral color schemes of tea houses that you were astonished to find one that exploded with pastel colors. Outside, a wreath of flowers stood along with congratulatory sashes.

“Do you want to give them a try?” Jisung asked. “There’s a buy one-get one promo for today as a part of their opening week celebration,” he said as he read through the poster posted outside, pausing momentarily before he then continued. “but it’s for couples only.”

You frowned at the catch but it never would’ve affected your decision anyway. You were hesitant in buying yet another drink, especially when you weren’t that thirsty. When you turned to give your answer, Jisung was smirking at you.

“What?” you asked confusedly, wondering why his lips twitched upward the way it always did when he was planning something mischievous.

“Do you want to get a free drink?” 

You knew Jisung long enough to know that him wiggling his eyebrows never precluded anything good. It took you a moment longer to catch up with what he had in mind but you chose not to acknowledge it.

“Jisung, it’s fine. I don’t feel thirsty anyway. Go buy one for yourself.” 

“It’s two for the price of one.”

“We’re awkward,” you deadpanned.

“It’s going to be fine, I’m a good actor,” Jisung said confidently, eliciting a snort from you. “But I’m not gonna force you if you’re not up for it.” 

You pursed your lips for another moment to contemplate. In the end, you still shook your head. “I think I’ll pass.”

“Okay,” Jisung said cheerfully, masking the hurt in his tone to ensure things wouldn’t be awkward after the subtle rejection. “What if I still manage to convince them to give me a free drink?”

“Jisung,” you glared at him, striking his arm lightly.

He laughed it off, shaking his head before he disappeared into the shop.

He got ahead of himself before the disappointment settled. It was good enough that you were spending the afternoon together. The plot to act as a couple was stretching his luck out too much. 

The boba shop was a small and cozy spot. Around him, couples were enjoying 50% off drinks and chatting just like anywhere else. Before he could utter something bitter out loud he looked away, staring up at the menu that hung overhead. There was a wide spectrum of drinks but he had his eyes locked on his regular order.

It wasn’t until he was standing right in front of the counter when he realized that if he were to get a free drink, he wasn’t sure if you’d like his pick. What if you were lactose intolerant and that was why you respectfully declined? His confidence to play the prank faltered the longer he stared at the cashier’s eyes. What if they asked about how long they’ve been dating? Or how they met? Could he guarantee a straight answer right away? Or would it take long to muster a lie. So much for being a great actor. He couldn’t pull this off alone.

“Sir, can I take your order?”

Jisung snapped back to reality. He looked back at the menu to catch the shop’s name for his favorite regular iced drink.

He opened his mouth to say his order but he was interrupted when he felt someone brush against him.

“What did you order?” a voice muttered quietly. Jisung turned to see you standing beside him, resting your chin atop his right shoulder to peek at the menu plastered down on the counter. “I can’t see the ones up there.”

He froze, heartbeat racing upon contact. Scratch that, extremely close contact. He felt blood rush to his ears and cheeks, praying that you were close enough to miss the tint from your periphery.

“Uh,” he stammered, mind going haywire with the proximity. It was impossible for him to focus. but if he didn’t want your cover to be blown, he had to keep his own act up. “I haven’t ordered anything yet actually, I was waiting for you.”

You smiled, inching away from your previous place to stand beside him. You loosened your clutch on Jisung’s arm, trailing your fingers down until your hands brushed. Slowly, you slipped your hand into his, interlocking them together right as the cashier’s eyes landed on the both of you again.

You turned to him, “Are you mine?”

Yep, he had to be dreaming. To say he did a double-take upon hearing your words would be an understatement. A hundred little Jisungs in his head stopped functioning all together. He had to take a moment to make sure he was still breathing. “What?” 

You pointed at an entry on the menu and Jisung’s eyes followed slowly. “Oreo Mine, their special drink?”

“Oh.” Time flowed for Jisung again but the pounding in his chest remained as fast as ever. Snapping himself out of starstruckness, he turned to the cashier. “We’ll have two ‘Oreo Mine’s please,” he told her, handing a week-worth of savings as payment.

“Nice pick!” The cashier hailed from behind the counter before she slipped half of the bills back to Jisung. “You’ll only have to pay for one though. We have a buy-one-get-one promo for couples today to celebrate our opening week.”

Yep, we knew. That’s why we’re here. “Isn’t that anti-single?” Jisung joked.

“You’re not single though, are you?” you asked from beside him, arching an eyebrow at him.

Jisung felt his heart leap up his throat but he managed to shrug you off. “I just thought it was unfair for them.”

His mind waned in and out of stability. One second, he was just acting and in the next, his heart would threaten to beat out of his chest at any given moment. While he had a mighty struggle reining all of his emotions down to hide it beneath his skin, you did a pretty good job at being composed while playing your part in the skit. You pointed at various aspects of the shop that you found cute. The color palette, the creative product names, the overall atmosphere. All the while Jisung’s attention was solely fixated on you.

He replied weakly—a drastic contrast to his usual loud, shameless self—but he should be upping his game if you both didn’t want to get caught. The problem was he couldn’t and there really wasn’t much he could do on his part but admire you like a whipped boyfriend would. 

Your intertwined hands swung suspended in the air between you as you continued to read the witty drink names on the menu. You were acting so naturally as if you were giving him a glimpse of what it would be like to go on dates with you. Jisung wished that he could stay stuck in the act forever. He could get used to it. The feeling of your laced fingers, the heat of palm against palm, the gentle brushes of your thumb against his knuckles, your soft voice and your hearty chuckle. Everything. 

He was just awkwardly standing there, nervous and awestruck at the way you played it cool. So much for being overconfident with his own acting skills, yours were definitely better. It had him thinking that you were actually his girlfriend, even just for the few moments you spent together at the bubble tea shop. 

A chime broke Jisung out of his own head, repeatedly giving his head a tap for drifting away too many times today. The cashier set both your orders on top of the counter, thanking the both of you for coming before she welcomed the next couple behind you.

You both burst out laughing a few shops away. 

“Why did you go in after me?” Jisung asked. “I thought you didn’t want to play along.”

“I changed my mind and I was getting a bit thirsty watching all those couples leave with drinks in hand,” you replied honestly. 

Jisung raised his head. “My ways you are learning, my young padawan. When life gives you a two in one deal,” he trailed off, unable to come up with nothing else. 

“You should’ve stuck with the lemon-lemonade quote. And Jisung, we weren’t even qualified for it.”

Jisung sipped on his drink obnoxiously.

“That,” you pointed at the drink he had in his hand, “was cheating.”

He ignored both you and his conscience.

“Aha! Commemoration booth!” 

With your hands still intertwined, he dragged you away from your original route and into the arcade area. You could already hear the clicking and beeping of various game sound effects overlapping one another from outside. Thankfully, he doesn’t drag you hand first into ear-hell.

He stopped by the booth sitting outside the arcade room, slipping in two bills that he fished out of his pocket. The lights in the booth flickered open. Jisung parted the plastic curtains, offering a hand to guide you in.

“After you,” he bowed.

The booth was small for two people, but just enough for the both of you to take a shot. You sat glued to the other side of the wall but even then, Jisung couldn’t sit down without nudging you at the slightest. 

“I’ve never done this before,” you admitted.

“Oh, you’ll be fine. Just smile and pose four times,” Jisung answered as he tapped away on the touch screen in front of you. Once he had everything set, the options disappeared and your faces appeared on the screen together—side by side from the camera’s viewpoint. You scooted closer, noticing that you were nearly out of the shot. Jisung fixed his hair a bit, biting his lip playfully as he prepared for his shot. You smoothed down your own hair and you were thankful that it did your bidding without much problem today.

“Okay, you ready?” he asked, pressing on the timer as soon as you nodded your affirmation.

Jisung raised his drink, prompting you to do the same. 

“In memory of the time we tricked that boba shop to get a free drink,” Jisung said as he flashed a smile to prepare for the shot.

“We’re never doing it again though,” you replied before smiling too.

A playful thought danced at the back of his mind. You wouldn’t have to play pretend if you actually started dating in the hypothetical future that his good luck continued. He’d never felt so comfortable in silence and he never felt so understood as he rambled on endlessly. If that was how every date with you would go, he had all the more reason to continue his pursuit—no matter how hopeless it seemed. He wondered if the same thoughts wandered your mind too. 

The first flash of the camera surprised Jisung out of his daze and he didn’t realize he was staring at you until his eyes went blind for the split-second the flash was activated. You laughed, noticing the way his eyes widened with shock when he flinched. The next shot was of you laughing at him until he decided to join you in the last two.

So much for trying to look good in your first (four) photos together. Asking for another shot seemed too much and too obvious. Even if you both wanted to, you couldn’t. Not when mall security pried the booth curtains open, asking you both to leave the booth. For a moment, you both thought you got found out for faking the couple thing until the security officer pointed at the incredibly large sign a foot or two away, indicating that no drinks were allowed inside the arcade and the booth. You both apologized for not looking.

Jisung was still busy laughing to himself when you excused yourself to receive a phone call. The sky outside wasn’t as bright as it had been earlier. Dark hues of grey stretched on into the horizon as the sun retreated back behind the mountains. Jisung thought that he‘d want to wish for more time to spend with you but his heart didn’t feel heavy watching the sun set. The whole afternoon had been enough; more than his little heart could bear.

When you came back, you stood beside him—watching dusk blanket the world outside through the enormous window panels of the mall.

“I have to go now, Jisung. My parents are downstairs waiting,” you said, watching his eyes follow cars that blurred past.

His eyes widened, tapping his pockets before pulling a black leather wallet out. He fished two thick papers out, holding them face down in front of you.

“Pick one.” You burst out laughing at the magician’s tone he used.

It was pointless, the photos were identical. But you picked one anyway, giggling at the candid photos on all four frames.  

When your laughter died down, you said your goodbyes—thanking him for an afternoon well spent. And he watched until your figure disappeared down the escalator before he started his own walk down to the bus station.

But fate decided to cross your paths one last time for the day. Your parents rounded the back of the mall to take the shortcut back home. While the route was short, the traffic wasn’t. But the bumper to bumper traffic stopped your car right by the bus station. And there, you saw Jisung leaning against a tall lamp post as he waited in line for his turn for a bus seat.

You thought he was spacing out again and you were worried a stranger would yell at him for not paying attention to the line. But he wasn’t drifting off into empty space, he was staring down at something he held in his hands. It wasn’t hard for you to recognize what it was, especially when you still held your copy of it in your own hands.

You were happy today, for the first time since you’ve last been alone with someone. The piece of photo paper you held in your hand captured it well. For a fraction of a moment (or maybe the whole afternoon), you were free-falling into daydreams and stowed feelings for the boy in the frame with you.

Han Jisung was a likeable guy. The only con was that you thought he treated every girl he met that way. It was the only reason you were able to keep your emotions for him at bay for so long. One day of acknowledging them wouldn’t hurt too much now, would it?

For two people posing as a couple, you clicked together too well. Han Jisung made you feel at ease, which was one thing all the other guys you dated failed to achieve on the first date. This wasn’t even an official date but boy did you wish that it was. In the back of your mind, you wondered if he felt just as light with you as you did with him.

For the first time in while, you weren’t completely against extending your own bubble to accommodate yet another person. And if he ever gathered enough guts to ask you out, you wouldn’t think twice about saying yes. Or you could always give in to your impatience and ask him out instead. The thought made you laugh. 

Traffic flowed again and you watched as the man of your daydreams disappear into the bus right as your car turned the street homebound.

© neo-shitty, 2021

[clementineofmine]

Ahhhh amazing French Fry Five has been brought to life!! 🤣😍🤣

Thank you so much, @antia-calviz and also just wanna drop in this lil link here to the fic by @assaily which inspired this!

wee lil gift for @clementineofmine !! hope all ur mcdonalds fries dreams come true in 2023 and bey0nd

[star-going-supernova]

(idea anon) AU where gregory's protectors are the staff bots, ALL of them to be exact. Needless to say, the band & vanny don't get very far when pitted against a hivemind of bots and are soon detained to their green rooms or lost & found, the princess quest games are soon found and gathered together (i imagine a couple of staff bots can easily lift an arcade cabinet) so freeing Vanessa becomes childplay, and they dissassemble Afton with little issue, all before 3 am rolls around

Lil baby ficlet, almost a not-fic, but inspiration struck, and I was helpless to resist.

A Little Bit of Kindness Goes a Long Way

Everyone knew you should be nice to service workers; it was practically a universal cheat code.  

Or, maybe not everyone. Lots of morons weren’t, after all. 

Look, all Gregory’s saying is that service workers who were paid minimum wage do more to help him out of sheer kindness than anyone else. They sneak him food, avert their eyes when he goes places he shouldn’t, “accidentally” leave doors propped open, and all with a sneaky smile and a quick “stick it to the man” thumbs-up.

He wasn’t quite sure if robots technically counted as minimum wagers, but he wasn’t dumb enough to treat them like trash. Getting in anyone’s good graces, mechanical or otherwise, was always a boon for a street rat. 

The pizzaplex had long been his home base of sorts. It was full of employees who liked nothing more than the chance to silently pull one over their corporate overlords by helping the less fortunate. Gregory wasn’t the only homeless person who was allowed to use the showers in the locker room or take plates of leftovers and Karen-rejected pizza.

However, Gregory was the only homeless person who stayed after closing. He didn’t know if any of the pizzaplex’s human employees would be okay with that; it tread just a little too close to trespassing for a lot of do-gooders, which he understood and didn’t blame them for, especially when the building was decked out in a state-of-the-art security system. A slice of pizza was one thing, giving a child free rein of an entire building was another. 

But he was granted permission not by the human workers, but the robot ones. The STAFF bots, who basically kept the pizzaplex functional 24/7, let him stay, and after hours, they were in charge. Sure, the characters might be bigger and fancier, and there was always a night guard or two wandering around, but the STAFF bots numbered in the hundreds and had no trouble messing with the security cameras and door locks to keep potential dissenters or tattletales away from Gregory. 

And all it took was a little kindness. Things like calling them by the silly names on their name tags, not shoving them around or ordering them to clean up after him, and just generally treating them with some well-deserved respect. He might not have had a real guest profile, but these were robots. They remembered. He hadn’t done it with ulterior motives, but when they offered to let him stay, he’d gladly taken them up on it. 

The STAFF bots kept him safe, too. They didn’t let the creepy endos in the basement anywhere near him, they shooed Moondrop away whenever he skulked a little too close, and even when the head night guard started getting weird and stabby, she didn’t stand a chance against Gregory’s army of mechanical protectors. And the other animatronics, aggressive and mean after hours, were easily overwhelmed by the STAFF bots, not unlike seagulls swarming a dropped french fry. 

Gregory might not have parents anymore, but he hasn’t been lonely in a long time. And who knows? Maybe someday, his family will grow even more, once a virus or two is taken care of. 

[superhero--imagines]

A/N: your daily reminder that I coined the term batmom in 2016 (half joking) but really- there’s no Bruce but if you like my writing please check out my bat boy x reader magazine here! This fic is heavily inspired by issue 16 in batman rebirth

“Is that really how you eat a burger?” Your eyes never stray from his knife, the silver glint as it cuts into the burger.

It’s not even a pseudo burger, not one of those “burger without the buns wrapped in a lettuce leaf” things you might have expected Gotham’s favorite, surprisingly health conscious, playboy to order. It’s got two buns, cheese, even mayo.

“Are you trying to be funny or something?”

Bruce quirks an eyebrow, his bite of burger speared carefully on his fork. You didn’t think bat burger had silverware.

“Why would you think that?” His tone is neutral, but you see the corner of his mouth twitch into a lopsided smile.

“Well isn’t that why we’re here,” you gesture with one hand to the fast food establishment. The fast food workers all dressed up as hero’s from the justice league, the cheesy superhero themed names for the food items, even the red and green seasoning over your fries which is called “joker seasoning”. It’s all a little ironic when the one and only batman is eating a ‘batman burger’ in front of you. “because it’s funny?”

“If I recall correctly, we’re here because you only had half an hour for lunch” his perfectly square cut of burger, with buns and vegetables, presses into his mouth. Geez, he makes the slight slurping sound you make seem absolutely vulgar.

“Do you eat pizza like that too?” You’ve got your head propped up on your hand, elbow pressed against the table. Truly, a deplorable show of manners.

But if Bruce minds, he doesn’t show it. His mouth still quirked in the lopsided grin.

“Now dear, you know I don’t eat, that’s for poor people” his nonchalant facade breaks when you laugh so hard you snort. His mouth arching into a grin, as he watches you laugh, hiding your smile behind your hand.

So now he’s trying to be funny.

“I don’t see why you’re laughing, you’re going to have to join us in the one percent soon enough and then all of this-“ he gestures to the food. “Will just be a memory.”

You roll your eyes at the dramatic gesture, and the joke, but you still laugh. If anyone else heard, they might even think he was being serious.

“If I didn’t know better I would think you’re proposing Bruce” you say it casually enough, with another sip of your drink, but you can’t deny the way your heart skips a beat when you see Bruce grin.

“Don’t act like you don’t know Alfred’s counting down the days until we make you an official Wayne” you almost choke, feeling heat creep into your face at just the thought.

“He’s always saying he can’t wait for someone with a modicum of responsibility to take over the day to day operations of wayne enterprises” you roll your eyes, fingers pinching a french fry.

“You know people get married for better reasons than shirking their responsibilities right? Like saving on taxes”

Now it’s Bruce that laughs. It’s only for a moment, a very subtle and soft chuckle which he hides behind a cough, he’s got an image to maintain in the public eye after all. But you catch the twinkle in his eyes when they meet yours.

“Darling, surely you know rich people don’t pay taxes, how do you think we got so much money to begin with?” You would roll your eyes if there wasn’t a grain of truth to it. Though, you know Bruce probably donates more than money to a good cause.

“What am I going to do with you?” You sigh, shaking your head and biting into your burger the proper way. Now with a fork and knife like Bruce.

“I guess you’ll just have to marry me and try to fix me” he shrugs, smiling as he takes another eloquent speared bite. You smile back.

“I guess I will”

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