#until. uh oh. it is More Than That. oops. haha :)

[heartbeetz]

I REALLY need to do something with Bob and Kenzie's "backstory" (how they started dating)... a fic or comic maybe, idk. It's so good but I've talked about it maybe once.

[seongclb]

— enhypen when you’re jealous because of their bite me performance !

idol enha! x gn!reader, fluff, established relationship au, no warnings :)

req. by fellow bengali anon, hope u like it !

n. oops i got so distracted with sunghoons

♫ you by lloyd

𖠗 이희승 | lee heeseung.

you were so so excited for this comeback, especially since heeseung kept everything a surprise for you

he said he wanted today to be the “grand reveal” so you complied with it, noticing how nervous he was getting, too

even though you’ve seen his previous comebacks

midway through your excited squeals due to the chorus, you notice the women making their way to the stage and a gasp leaves your lips

so this is why he kept it a secret, you thought.

even heeseung couldn’t perform his best knowing you were watching

he takes small steps when he walks towards you

“hi baby” he spits out nervously when he sees your expression and your hands placed beside your hips

before you get the chance to get a word out, his hands are making their way to cup your cheeks for a small kiss

followed by a few more kisses

and a few more

just kisses until you stop being mad

“you better be giving me kisses like this every day until you stop performing this song” you demand

“ofc my love :D” now why would he say no to that???!

even though he wants to tease you, he knows better

𖠗 박종성 | park jongseong.

you guys watched the mv together and initially you were so excited and complimented your boyfriend the whole way through

until

the women came in their red dresses & began their sensual dances

“oh haha you didn’t mention this”

jay didn’t really pay much attention to that

but then when you don’t say much for the rest of the video

he narrows it down

“my loveeee” he calls

“hmmm?”

“are you upset about the back up dancers?”

“ofc not lol”

he knows you’re lying anyway, he’s too in love with you to not notice

so jay being the best bf ever just pulls you into a tight embrace where he just reassures the heck out of you

“it’s just work, lovey. i didn’t even look at them when they were dancing and i’d much rather dance with you”

would never even think about teasing you, you’re his precious lovebug

𖠗 심재윤 | sim jaeyun.

would probably tease you

again, you’d watch the mv together and you’d be hyping him up when your face just drops

unlike the one with jay, you’d probably ve a bit more open about how you feel

smack

“OUCH??????” he yelps

“that’s what you get. why are you dancing so close to her???”

“babe that’s my job???” pause

“are you.. jealous?” he smirks.

“nuh uh” “yuh huh”

to this, you give him a dirty look and push him before running away into another room to avoid his jokes

jake would chase after you and just throw himself onto any part of your body until you can’t move

“you’re sooooo cute, angel!!!! i love you and you only! maybe if you learn how to dance, you can dance it with me instead!”

you just stare at him in annoyance while he giggles at how cute you are

dude would make jokes ab this just so he could smother you with love again

any excuse to hug and kiss you tbh

𖠗 박성훈 | park sunghoon.

i think similar to heeseung, he kept it a surprise

but unlike hee, hoon only kept it a surprise so he could annoy you and tease you rather than be scared for his life

he initially wanted to reveal it at the live performance so you could get a good view of it live

but he gives in and lets you watch the mv cos he’s a simp and can’t refuse when you say “please” with those cute eyes of yours

literally watches you in anticipation but you’re too busy staring at your pretty bf to even realise

but then.

you see another pretty person who doesn’t look like you ALL OVER YOUR BF??????

he’s literally smirking like he can’t even hide it

“waaahh you know these dancers are like so professional, i don’t know where hybe got them but they were so good”

he expects a big reaction from you but you’re just like

“oh really? that’s so cool.”

and then he just frowns

but he doesn’t give up

“yeah it’ll be fun when we perform live”

you whip your head to him so fast, “live?”

“yep,” his smirk reappears.

“teach me the dance,” you ask.

“sorry???” he sputters

“teach meeeeee! i wanna learn so we can dance together.”

he’s literally combusting at this point, but he stands his ground

“no, you’re always such a horrible dancer.”

you frown, “fine, i’ll go ask jake.”

it’s his turn to whip his head at you

“WAIT NO I WAS JUST JOKING”

who’s smirking now, hoon

𖠗 김선우 | kim sunoo.

wouldn’t intend to make you jealous, it just happens

realises kinda fast tbh

when you’re watching it together, he’s in the midst of explaining the day and the make up artists blah blah

when he realises you’ve stopped paying attention to his details and rather you’re focused on the woman dancing with your boyfriend on the screen

sweet boy just closes the laptop

“y/n” he smiles at you.

“why’d you turn it off? i was enjoying it!” you so painfully obviously lie

“who wants to watch that anyway when i can just reenact the full thing for you, minus all the extras”

sunoo discreetly makes you feel special with this special concert only for you, his beloved

would probably teach you so you can dance together

if you end up telling him that you’re jealous

he wouldn’t have any of it

just constant reassurance and frowns bc he doesn’t know why his literal perfect s/o has anything to worry about

his eyes are only for you!!

𖠗 양정원 | yang jungwon.

absolute cutie

he tells you the day he finds out about them dancing with him

don’t get me wrong, he’ll still find this amusing

but he’s too in love with you to actually let you be sad about this thing

“y/n, i have to dance with these women for the bite me performance”

you’re glad he told you but you still feel jealous when you see it

laughs but asks what he can do to help you feel better

“just hugs.”

to which he immediately embraces you

“and kisses.”

to which he’ll leave soft kisses on your face

tells you every day, “one day down, only _ days of this performance left!”

even though you both know it won’t be the end until his career ends

when he sees the edits of him and the back up dancer, he panics about you seeing them so makes sure to keep an eye on what you watch of him & even if you do see them, he’ll be quick to make up for it

reminds you all the time that he doesn’t even look twice at them or anyone

would do anything for you just say the word

𖠗 西村力 | nishimura riki.

is so excited for you to see him dancing a new choreo

probably brings you to a dance practise one day

and that’s where you see the full choreo

“did you like it??” he asks.

“it was.. interesting.”

he just looks at you, confused

probably leaves it but wonders what was wrong with it, especially since he liked it so much

o m g

has a lightbulb moment out of nowhere

you’ve probably just forgotten about it when he shouts, “I GOT IT”

you look at him with fright “got what???”

just hugs you instead while laughing his head off

“y/n, you know i love you right? like i literally omg i love you i cant even express sometimes”

*big sad he’s so cute*

blushing, heart pattering, smile from ear to ear

“yeah, i guess i like you, too?”

kisses ur cheeks bc wow you are adorable

[dogboyklug]

UH-OH! a comic about being trans. by me. part one of probably three :]

i felt bad about being transmasc so i decided to just give up and write about it until i hopefully didnt. i feel a little better getting this all on digital paper but there's still. a lot to draw. so. oops

i'll be posting the next parts. whenever they're ready (which will hopefully be soon) and linking them all here, so whenever you want just check back with the base post and i'll prolly add some links and maybe clean things up. yay!

text transcript / partial ID under the cut!

transcript:

looking back, there were a few signs i might have been trans.

[a sequence of events showing little me flinching and going "ow" at being called his deadname, little me reading a book and going "haha im like a tomboy but i dont like sports or being active or anything im just. a boy. haha", and little me having an active breakdown, crying and holding his glasses, with partially obscured text in a dark cloud around him. the only text visible shows his thoughts, and shows he's worrying that he's sexist for mostly only liking and relating to boy characters.]

...some.

however.

there were also a few things i considered signs of me not being trans at all.

EXHIBIT A:

[a drawing of little me, looking at his 3ds. he's thinking "as long as i make sure that i always play as the 'main girl character' in these games i wont cry because im a girl because i wont be me as a girl i'll be Them. roleplaying. as them".]

no dysphoria.

[caps] EXHIBIT B: [end caps]

[a crude drawing of little me staring at nothing. he's thinking "i don't hate women. and i don't like being mean to other people."]

[caps] I WAS A FEMINIST. [end caps]

and not toxically masculine.

i knew about trans people, but i didn't know trans MEN existed.

[a drawing of little me, with the caption "clueless". he's staring slightly up, and saying "huh?!"]

my mom was nonbinary, with a few trans friends, but people [caps] WANTING??? TO BE MEN??? [end caps]

to be

gross,

disgusting,

hateful,

cruel,

oppressive,

men?

[the background slowly gets darker until it reaches the final word, and that word is a significantly bigger font than the rest of the words.]

for a while, primarily due to my lack of research

[drawing of little me, staring at his computer (which is labeled "deviantArt machine") and going 'huh'.]

i figured, if i WAS trans, I was probably a trans women.

but of course, that was silly

you can't be a trans woman if you're already afab.

and there's no other ways of being trans,

right?

[a crudely-drawn drawing of a deviantArt favorite's tab. none of the favorited pieces have any detail, though several are the same width and length as classic deviantArt stamps.]

hm.

hmmmmm...

[a crudely-drawn drawing of a representation of one of the favorited stamps. it's a massive, pink stamp with the text "SHE/HER!" in it in all caps and pink lettering. bottom text states it is a "she/her pronouns badge by ...", though the rest is cut off.]

HMMMM...

[a picture of a mouse hovering over the 'favorite/unfavorite' button. the star is filled in, indicating clicking it would unfavorite the piece.]

[two wordless panels, side-by-side, showing little me staring at his screen, hovering his cursor over the unfavorite button.]

[two more panels, showing that little me has unfavorited the she/her badge. the panel showing his face shows he is grinning wildly, his hair has poofed up in excitement, and his glasses are now blue-ish purple.]

OHO!!!!!!!!!!!!1

.................and that's

quite literally

how it happened.

before i knew how bad the entire site was, i would frequent dA. CONSTANTLY.

it was baby's very first "social media" webpt site.

[a drawing of a tiny, cartoonish kitten with a small turf of hair, staring at wonder up at a computer, one hand on the mousepad. it is labeled "dramatic reenactment of me making my d a account."]

i wasn't really SHELTERED as a kid, i just didnt know fuck for shit, and my baby anxiety made learning annoyingly hard.

so i turned to memes as a sort of wire mother as opposed to my real, cloth one.

jokes can be easier to understand than reality, sometimes.

(this isnt a good thing.)

so, i sort-of-came-out on deviantart, home of the wacky, wild and weird, where i learned he/him pronouns were an option, and a choice.

[a drawing of little me, with blue glasses, gazing up at the sky and smiling triumphantly.]

and some crazy trauma but that's for a different comic. if i make it.

[a drawing of little me being hit with a cartoonish star, which is meant to represent the trauma.]

sooo...

that's it, right?

[little me, with a cartoony bandage on his head, gently rubbing his wound.]

my mom was supportive & anyone who wasn't ...isn't in the picture now

that's the end

...right?.

end transcript.

[skybristle]

FINALLY I HAVE ALL OF THESE CUNTS NAMED. i made a like 10 iterator local group [Echoing Strife] with dear mutual @arti-cat !!!!!!! its crazy !! most of them were born like yesteday so no designs but im gonna dump about them. the whole theme of their group is they're based on the echoes /their monolouges. also some ancients that are important [more info under cut]. rb and comment on my ramblings boy

Metropolis: Clawing at the 'Clouds' [senior] [he/him] Sky Islands: A Second of 'Silence' [they/them] Wall/Silent Construct: Relentless Earthly Cacophony ['Rec'] [any/all] Chimney Canopy: Three Binding 'Feathers' [he/she/aer] Shoreline: A Precipice of a 'Promise' [she/it] Shaded Citadel: Seeing Past 'Ichor' [he/him] Subterranean: Solitude of Uncovered 'Omens' [they/it] Undergrowth: [Undisclosed] 'Vex'ing Desires [he/ve] Farm Arrays: Joyful Envision of Tranquility ['Jet'] [he/him] Bitter Aerie: From the 'Depths' to the Heavens [they/any] + Ancients: A Thousand Flakes of 'Dust', One Resolute Cause [she/her] Tangled 'Kestrel', Clawing Desperately [they/she] Cacophony's Caw, 'Crows' Descend [he/him] [child] 'Cardinal' Descending from Afar [he/him] [child] 'Wrens' Hopping, Blissful Eve [she/her] [BABY]

clouds: no talk him he angy. once again one of my seniors sucks at their fucking job. theres a fire in his heart filled with cancers and poppy tarts /ref hes gonna fuck everything up as soon as shit goes wrong. he gets therapy from a cat though. go shitty lesbians go. sometimes reffered to as claw demeaningly

silence: Old Man /silly . they are the mediator and are very concerned with their younger iterators. ends up really fucking things up with the constant fighting between vex and omens [ill get to that] and vex maybe explodes them [silence has a very weak structure to begin with]. oh also silence can overhear echos. hehehehe

rec: haha dumb IDIOT gave himself the rot!!!! she kind of did it when she was young and dumb and has come to really regret it, but chooses to use the remaining time he has building a better life for the creatures around him rather than concern himself with his infection and past mistakes, much to the dismay of its fellow iterators

feathers: silly little guy!!! had a crush on one of aer techs [kestrel] and grew very close to them. maybe cried like a little bitch when she managed to sneak her kids [crow & cardinal [wren probably wasnt born yet]] down there when she couldnt find someone to babysit. imagine having an iterator be ur nini to help you with your homework . its really silly to me. Sure Hope Mass Ascension Doesn't Ruin Everything! [feathers bioengineers scugs like them to Cope. it does not help]

promise: just kind of bitter and angry. it did so much work for its city, gave up everything, all for nothing at all. just for her to be abandoned in the chase for ascension. accidentally pingpongs vex's beliefs REALLY TERRIBLY while shes just kind of awkward about it because she doesnt like omens on principle but doesnt side with vir either

ichor: funny little guy . loved by his citizens. Knew about the mass ascension before it happened but didnt tell anyone so everyone [especially feathers] is really really fucking pissed at him. oops king.

omens: def the most devoted to ascension and the problem, while also studying past civilizations and Grand Cycles. viewed mass ascension as a good thing and is happy their creators moved on. watches vex spiral in Real Time and is kind of freaked out. theyre somewhat conjoined [not as much as moon&pebbs but they share a lot of systems particularly their comms arrays] which led to lots of fighting between them Constantly only driving them deeper into hatred and resentment. theres only a certain point when omens actually becomes Scared of him, however....

vex: ohhh you mentally ill little boy. fairly normal until Dust [the leader of a very violent and large anti-ascension movement] corrupted him as his mentor. uh. ve likes to believe it was beneficial and 'enlightened' vir but really it just turned him into an angry person, especially when mass ascension happened and dust got ascended which only cemented his beliefs. fights a fuckton with omens and believes in the holiness of the cycle. very unbecoming of an iterator. sure hope he doesnt do anything terrible!

jet: built at sea, collapsed due to a great flood/tsunami before mass ascension. believed to be dead and very distant from the group, they were a source of a lot of drama. hes actually alive though! he was built with Some waterproof measures in mind so hes functioning to an extent down there. in yuri we trust [with depths]

depths: originally built as spectacle + as a lighthouse to work alongside jet, but jet collapsed before they were completeted. oops. feels very hollow and purposeless, until a messenger from the sea shows up with a pearl . otherwise depths is very distant from the group [mainly distance and poor comms] and also when trying to learn about jets clouds found it insensitive with the wound being 'too fresh' and kind of exploded on them. woops.

[dravidssideblog]

"Hey, have you seen this yet?"

"Huh? 'Poke-Forms'... The hell is this?"

"It's that technology that can transform people into pokemon. It just recently got approved for commercial use."

"THAT stuff!? Ew, that's weird! People are really paying to turn into animals?"

"Well yeah. Haven't you ever wanted to fly, or breathe fire?"

"No thanks, I'll stick to being an actual person."

"Alright. I'm planning on spending a couple days as a mudkip, see what it's like swimming in a body like that."

"A mudkip!? Not even something cool, like a charizard, or gyarados?"

"Evolved forms cost extra. I want to start small, just dip my toes in, you know?"

"Whatever. Have fun crawling on all fours, I guess."

"Hah, maybe I will! Anyway, gotta go, see ya."

"..."

-

"Gah, darn these stubby little- Aha! Hey, you home? You forgot to lock up- ... Uh."

"I can explain."

"Oh, so when I want to be a mudkip for a few days I'm a weird little freak, but when YOU want to be a meowscarada it's apparently different?"

"It IS different! Just let me explain!"

"Okay. Explain."

"... meowscarada is really cool."

"You're a cat."

"I'm a MAGICIAN! See, look at this! I've got powers, and I can do magic tricks and stuff! And I've got a cool mask, and a cape-"

"Those aren't real clothes, you're actually naked."

"I- So are you! And at least I'm standing on two legs! You couldn't even be bothered to be a marshtomp instead."

"Yeah, because evolutions cost extra- ... How much did you spend on this?"

"That... is none of your business."

"We're splitting rent, I think it IS my business. How much did you spend?"

"... 50 days worth."

"WHAT!?"

"I had to! Look, just getting to meowscarada needs 36 days, and then I needed to buy MORE days to actually spend time as meowscarada, and it'd be a waste to spend all that money up front for just a few days, so... I got two extra weeks worth."

"... You're a idiot."

"You did the same thing!"

"No, I bought a few days of transformation to test the waters, and I gotta say, it's a pain in the ass sometimes not having my normal human body! YOU paid for 50 DAYS with NO IDEA how it would feel! Why didn't you pick some 1st stage pokemon to try it out first?"

"I don't WANT to be a 1st stage pokemon, I want to be meowscarada! And hey, I got hands, I got two legs, and I'm almost as tall as I was before. AND check out what I can do with this flower yo-yo-OW!"

"Mhm. Right."

"Okay so I need a little practice, but this is way better than being some tiny, 4-legged beast."

"Tell that to your bank account. Anyway, I'm going to take a nice, long bath, because this tiny body makes water feel GREAT."

"Fine, I'll just be here being an awesome magician with plant powers... Okay, swing it up, then around, then across like- Gah, almost got it..."

-

"Around and around, then watch it waver and waggle, aaaaand how about some loop-de-loops!"

"Okay I know that's on an invisible string, but I still have NO idea how you're moving it like that. You're barely even moving your hands!"

"Hah! Just instinct, practice, and youtube tutorials, my adoring audience! Now let's bring it UP, oop, oh no~ Now where has my flower gone~?"

"Well, you swung it behind your back..."

"Check behind your chair~"

"You couldn't have- Oh my god!"

"HaHA! Never underestimate a master magician! Now, for my next trick, keep an eye on the flower, watch it twirl, until in 3, 2, 1- WHA! *THUD*"

"Whoa, how'd you do that!?"

"Ha ha, very funny, but no, tripping wasn't part of the performance."

"No seriously, you timed that perfectly!"

"Timed wha- ... Why are you so tall? Oh, shit, has it been two weeks already? Damn it!"

"What, is being a floragato so bad?"

"I'm 3 feet tall, you tell me."

"So... What now? Gonna head to the Poke-Forms place and turn back to a human?"

"I guess, but... *sigh*, I spent so much money on this. It'd be such a waste. Maybe I can extend it, get more meowscarada days..?"

"And, what, keep giving the company money for your whole life? And either way, you still won't get to use those... what, 30 extra days you bought?"

"36. And yeah, I guess not. A whole month's worth of days... Gah, I can't just let it go to waste! I mean, I've still got powers! And I'm still mostly humanoid. Better than being a mudkip, at least."

"Disagree on that."

"Shut up. Ah, my flower's turned into a bud. And the vine's so thick and- Oh. Oh, it's got some weight to it, some real momentum! Hey, yeah, I can work with this!"

"So I guess you'll need help reaching the top shelves for a few weeks?"

"Actually, I won't. Observe! Uh, ah, shit, FUCK!"

"... You're cleaning that up."

-

"Hey, short-stuff! Didn't expect to see you here."

"I told you I'd be out tonight."

"Yeah, but at a party? You know everyone can see how small and cute you are, right?"

"Pff, whatever. Just means they're more shocked when they see my tricks! The ladies love the yo-yo, you know~"

"Yeesh, and after you spent days holed up inside because you didn't want to be seen as a meowscarada."

"That was a month ago. I'm used to all this now! Besides, no way I'm staying inside when the sun feels so nice on my fur."

"I keep forgetting you have fur now. Does that like, change how you shower, or..?"

"Oh yeah, I got a whole routine figured out for it."

"Wow, you're really settling into this. I don't think I could stand being a pokemon for more than a week, much less a month."

"It's more than worth it to have these floragato powers. Seriously, I'm like spiderman with this yo-yo!"

"You're about as tall as a spider, too."

"Just makes it easier to move around. And hey, everyone wants to lose weight, right? I've lost nearly 150 pounds!"

"You sure make the most of it, jumping on counters and climbing over the couch. It's like I actually have a pet cat."

"Come on, this cat's way too cool to be your pet."

"You won't be cool for much longer. How many floragato days do you have left now?"

"Oh. Shoot, I dunno. Probably only like 2 or 3..."

"Yeah, that sounds right. Better make the most of it then."

"Good point, absolutely. Hey everyone! Check this shit out!"

-

"Um, hey, so uh..."

"Huh? Oh! Finally out of floragato days, huh?"

"Yeah..."

"Need me to drive you to the Poke-Forms place then?"

"... Well... No..."

"Okay. Careful on your way there then, don't want someone deciding to kidnap a pet sprigatito."

"No, I... What I mean is...... it'd be a waste to not use all the days I paid for, right?"

"... You're gonna stay like that?"

"... Yeah."

"For two weeks?"

"Well, I've gotten really used to this. The fur, the paws, watering my leaves-"

"So THAT'S what you were doing with that spray bottle!"

"It's just been a really... interesting experience, being a pokemon. And this was really expensive, I doubt I'll do it again for a long while, so this is my only chance to experience this. I've gotten into the groove of my new body, and I just kinda... don't feel the need to stop. You know?"

"... You mean you like it."

"... Yeah. I like it. That's... That's not weird, is it?"

"It's absolutely weird."

"No- I- Shut up! You're being a dick!"

"Come on, you've been a pokemon for a month and NOW you're scared of being weird?"

"You... make a good point. Heh, I've been a freak all this time, the least I can do is own it... Hey, I don't have hands, can you get breakfast for me?"

"Of course, short-stuff."

[anatheyma]

Honestly, I always think people are being ironic when they say they have a piss kink. It is not that common to have one since it's labelled as "nasty". I think is pretty fun, though. I would fill you with my warm fluid until it leaks from your swollen pink hole and it drips between your legs.

I don't like shaving. I used to do it just so I didn't receive weird comments that could annoy me, but the last time I shaved was on the first week of April, I think. My hair is already back. I have a lot on my chest, my belly and my arms. Also the beard grows way too fast. Only good thing about it is that I can cuddle you and make you warm when it's raining or snowing, haha.

If you say it like that, so temptingly, I'll have to become a vampire myself. I would slice your pale throat and drink every single drop of blood that your body has. Oh, I know you would enjoy it even more than me.

–🦴

yeah... i think my pipeline was being ironic about it until i actually developed it by accident. oops! and i uh. i would not complain at all! some nasty stuff just hits different. you'd be surprised.

me neither. i also used to do it to avoid weird comments, but it's been years. they don't really get to me anymore. gives me gender euphoria. also that's precious <3 i'm sure it'd be cozy.

and you know i would! a little bit of vampirism is good for the soul >:)

[skullamity]

I am not generally bothered by being accidentally misgendered because it generally does not happen to me. I have been misgendered by a stranger a total number of ZERO times in the past near decade, and it is very easy to see why that is--T turned me into a slightly more Zangeif-lookin version of my paternal grandfather. I have a full beard, an undercut and more chest and back hair than my actual dad. Strangers do not look at me and say "what can I do for you, ma'am?"

But it has been 9 years since I came out to my parents, NINE! ENTIRE! YEARS! and my mother STILL managed to misgender me like 6 fucking times in the span of a two minute conversation between her, myself and my dad when I met them at their car for my kid's birthday on Sunday and it is starting to make me legitimately angry.

Every other family member I have, every single one including my dad, my grandmother, all of my aunts and uncles, my siblings, my in-laws, my nieces and nephews--none of them fuck it up, ever. And if they do they have the courtesy to not do it to my face.

But mom? Tell me you haven't made the slightest effort to think of me in your head with the correct pronounces even once for the past nine years without actually telling me. I bet it'll sound a lot like, said to my dad: "oh, these are for (starts saying my dead name, barely catches herself)--I mean, for August. She asked me for tomatoes last year but Nellie ate most of them while they were still green right off the plant, so I told her that she--oh uh that he--could have some of the tomatoes from our garden for her and (my kid) and I was just about to check if her car door was unlocked so I could just put them in there for her. Him. Oopsie. Haha." Like props to my dad for also side-eyeing her because it was astonishing how many times she managed to fuck it up in only a few short sentences. Kinda wish he'd actually said something though.

I have generally been pretty lax about these fuckups over the years, for a few reasons. The biggest one was that in the beginning, it actually seemed like she was trying. I remember confronting her about it a couple of times early on and her explanation was that she had 29 years of calling me something else working against her, since she has obviously been there since the day I was born. When these older confrontations happened, she also wasn't the only family member having trouble with it, so it felt less like a deliberate, targeted refusal to get with the program and more like something I needed to be patient with because it was an adjustment that I was asking a lot of people to make for what probably felt like completely out of nowhere.

But all those other people? It took them a couple of months at most to stop fucking up (it took my dad longer because he was upset enough to stop talking to me for a few months up until he outed me to my youngest sisters and they gently tore him a new one, and then he didn't talk to me for another few months after that because he was embarrassed by how he reacted). Even the ones I don't see as often have never misgendered me to my face, even when I was early on T and only passed sometimes.

I see my mom nearly every week, because she does Saturday grandma-granddaughter hikes and bike rides and whatever with my kid. She doesn't fuck up every time we talk because if it's just her talking to me, she has zero reason to be referring to me in the third person. But if there is a third person? We're having a big family dinner? BBQ for one of the grandkids summer birthdays? It's just fucking constant and relentless, and she no longer sounds sincere IF she bothers to say sorry or oops when she course corrects, IF she course corrects at all.

My mom was the first extended family member I came out to, and her reaction wasn't the best. It actually kind of sucked, because even though I wrote her a literal essay that preemptively addressed every concern or assumption that she then went on to make in her response to me--you will get a divorce! (I didn't), you're putting a lot on your kid she will never adjust (my kid knew before she did and started calling me dad IMMEDIATELY and I have actually seen her admonish my mom for fucking up my pronouns or accidentally referring to me as my kid's mother), this is an unacceptable burden to put on your husband (mom I literally told you in my initial email that we were fine, because one of the things that got us interested in each other early on was the shared experience of being bisexual, a thing neither of us has ever felt the need to divulge to you because it was both personal and none of your business!). Her and my dad also outed me to my 4 siblings, who I was waiting on talking to because I thought their reactions would actually be worse, when they were, in fact, great about it. I have, on occasion, regretted not talking to them first.

I think that if I ever have the energy to re-litigate this shit with my mom, my first step is going to be taking the 4 of my siblings aside and being like, hey, it's been nine years and you've all been great. Mom has not, and if you catch her misgendering me and deadnaming me when I am not around to hear it, can you give her shit on my behalf? She needs to know she's embarrassing herself and me telling her that has made no difference. It needs to be all of us, or she will literally never stop.

I am nearly 40, I do not have the time to address this with her yet again, but I also do not have the patience to continue to be the bigger person every time I pointedly don't get up in her face about it. This sucks from basically all angles!

[ramencat12]

Scenarios I came up with for my msm ocs that I may draw or maybe animate (mostly draw until I improve on my animations)

Angry Timber

Pip: Uh Timber you alright?

*Timber stares angrily for a moment until he began to blow his whistle very hard, Aurora and Pip cover their ears*

Timber: *phew* deep breaths Timber…1…2…3 Alright I think I’m better *he then looked at Aurora and Pip* Uh are you two okay?

Aurora: …I think my eardrums exploded into thin air

Piplash: …What? I can’t hear you my ears are ringing

Timber: Uhh…oops

Stars and Thunder

*Pip and Timber are watching the stars, Pip looks at the stars in awe*

Pip: Wow…Look at that the stars are really bright tonight!

Timber: *chuckles* breath taking ain’t it laddie *sigh* You know I hear that the monsters on the other side would make a wish on those stars and some say they’d come true

Pip: Did you wish on one of the stars Timber?

Timber: *chuckles* Aye but I can’t tell you because then it wouldn’t come true wouldn’t it?

*Echo comes in*

Echo: What are you two clowns doing?

*Pip looks at Echo angrily while Timber smiled*

Timber: Evening Echo me and Pip were just looking at the stars

Echo: *scoff* isn’t star gazing for fools I can see why you’re doing it Timber

Pip: Shut up Echo-

Timber: Now Pip let’s not start any arguments…

Echo: And what’s this about wishing on a star you know that’s just a legend right?

Timber: You’ll never know Echo it could come true

Echo: Oh please of course a fool like you would think it’s true there’s no way a star could make anything come true like just say like Oh I don’t know..Pip wished I got struck by lightni-

*Echo gets struck by lightning, Pip began to laugh, Timber covered his mouth trying not to laugh too hard*

Pip:*snrk* Bahahaha wow my wish came true!

Echo: What no that wasn’t supposed to-

*Echo gets struck again, Pip began to laugh harder as he fell to the ground, Timber snickered*

Pip: BAHAHAHAHA

Timber: *snrk* Eheh mine too

Echo: Oh you think that’s funny well let’s see how you like it I wish you both got struck by lightni-

*then Echo gets struck more than once Pip continues to laugh then Timber laughed with him*

Timber: Ohoho Careful what you wish for lassie ya know it doesn’t work if ya say it out loud

Pip: AHAHAHA *snort* OH MY GALVANAHAHA *snort*

*then Echo turns to dust*

Pip: *snort* Ohoho man now that was shocking…Ehh see what I did there? *finger guns*

Timber: *sigh* That was a good one laddie…(<- he didn’t find it funny but he didn’t want to hurt his feelings)

Pip: Hahaha well see you later Echo

Timber: Sorry about the lightning Echo

*Echo just growled in anger*

Gameboy

*Pip is asleep when all a sudden his phone started ringing he groaned and picked it up*

Pip:…*yawn*Hello?

Timber: Pip can ya hear me?

Pip: Uhh yeah?

Timber: Good that means it worked haha!

Pip: Huh What worked…and how are you calling me? you don’t have a phone!

Timber: Simple I used the Gameboy

Pip:WHAT!? but I said that you can play games on it you can’t talk to people on it

Timber: Well you see Pip I’m an inventor and I was able to build a little way for me to be able to talk to you,don’t underestimate the power of an inventor with a Gameboy

Pip: …Uh wow

[bvidzsoo]

OKAY IM FINALLY HERE WITH MY REVIEW AHHHWHJENEKSKSJ—

So uh— right of the bat 😁 I’m down fucking bad for blonde emo mingi and his cocky ass smirk and demeanor AHHHHHHHH (hold me down) ALSO THE STYLING WAS AMAZING LEMME JUS SAY GRRR👹

Anyways I LOVE LOVE LOVE Seongjoongs relationship dynamic (seongwha playing drums is so hawt I need to be in a containment center!!_$$-&:&:8/&&-“-91&) liek RICH DILF VIBES HONGJOONG IS GIVING OFF??? I actually need to be tranquilized 🤡 also the way hongjoong knows everything 🥲 idk he gives off that like gay bestie vibe who is like for you in everything and I’m HERE FOR ITTT UGGHH (someone get me a boy bff)

ANYWAYS LETS MOVE ON FROM MY DESPERATE ASS 😋 t-tt-ttt-t-tHE tEnsiON Im gOnNa CoMMiT ArSoN 🤸🤸THEY KEEP ALMOST KISSING AND I WANNA JUST SMOOSH THERE FACES TOGETHER ATP GRRAHHHH

THE CORNER LIP KISS HAD ME WEAK IN THE KNEES (I was laying down) AND ALSO I HAVE A THING FOR WASIT HOLDING SO LITERALLY JUST SAY UR OUT FOR ME LIKE WHAT 🤧

POOR CHAN THO BC HE WAS HUST HAVING FUN SHAHAHABHW (my staytiny heart wanted Justice for him 😔🥹)

AND THEN THEY JUST GET IN THE CAR AND LEAVE LIKE OKAY B- NOOOOOOOO UR SO EVIL FOR THAT CLIFFHANGER GRRRRRRUFFRUFF- (ilysm dw 😀👍)

Anyways I have a slight idea as to where there going but I could also be totally wrong and tHAT would be embarrassing 😇

ANYWAYS SAFE TO SAY THIS CHAPTER HAS ME IN HANDCUFFS (its gwenchana I’m gwenchana)(it is not in fact gwenchana)

THIS SHOULDVE BEEN A LONGER AND MORE DESCRIPTIVE REVIEW BUT IM HONESTLY SO EXHAUSTED 😞 BUT ILSYM AND I LOVE THIS SERIES SO FUCKING MUCH MUAH <33

🍓~~

Oh my Lord, there’s a lot to unpack here and I love it ahahaha<3

Ngl I’m not a fan of blonde Mingi bcz in general I’m not attracted to blonde people BUT Mingi was indeed slaying it like no one else; btw when he performed in that fit at MAMA I instantly knew I was going to use it for this story lmao 💀

No bcz apparently Seongjoong has everyone in a fucking grip AND I UNDERSTAND BCZ SAME??!! I promise to continue their story once I’m finished with Mingi’s, I miss them omgg 😭😭 nah cuz Hj would do ANYTHING for Sh (and you’ll see in their story that he DOES DO ANYTHING AAGH) i need me a bestie like Hj too -the murder threats<3

Ahaha sorry for the almost kisses but the timing wasn’t right until now 👀😗 I fear you won’t have to wait too long for it to happen 🫢 (I’m posting the next chapter in max 2 hours btw LOL) i fear MC is stronger than me bcz if that man kept kissing the corner of my lips I would’ve long devoured him LOL

Chan had to go as our Mingi is a Leo and those men can get jealous af oops—(side note, I had Lee Chan in mind while writing this, Dino from SVT but your Chan works as well since this is just a creative work hehet)

I am curious where do you think they are going hehe 👀 if I wouldn’t have cut off the chapter there you would’ve read a 20k word chapter and that’s a no-no haha<3

I appreciate however long you make your feedback, go rest now, don’t go around being exhausted!!🥹 and look forward to the next chapter hihi

[howlingday]

The Schnee Family

Whitely: According to the schedule, in less than five minutes, we will begin family discussions regarding the company's global control.

Weiss: I really doubt we'll actually discuss anything.

Winter: I'm willing to bet lien that you're wrong.

Jacques: (Enters) Children, welcome. The others should be joining us shortly.

Winter: Others?

Bleiss: (Walks in) Ugh, this place still smells like old people taint... (Sees siblings) Oh! Ahem! ...Greetings, dearest family.

Weiss: What is SHE doing here?

Jacques: She is just as much a part of this family as the rest of you, Weiss.

Weiss: That's easy for you to say; I've actually LIVED with her!

Jacques: And YOU literally threw me in prison!

Bleiss: Really? Shit, I wish I was there.

Weiss: He's exaggerating.

Winter: Is he, though? You did throw him pretty hard into that cell with your glyphs.

Bleiss: (Laughs) I forgot what it was like having a family! And how much I fucking hate it.

Jacques: Enough bickering! You're all gathered here for one purpose...

Schneebling: To help take over the world.

Jacques: Okay! Well... Yes. Yes, that is why you are all gathered here.

Bleiss: Okay, no. I have a better idea, Jackie. Why don't we all participate in a nice, healthy family activity?

Jacques: I refuse.

Bleiss: Come on~! A little family competition never hurt anyone.

Whitely: I... can't help but agree. There are innumerable statistics to support her claim that competitions are healthy. I suggest a contest to see who can suck the most dick.

Bleiss: Up-bup-bup! Don't listen to him! Let's start with something simple. Perhaps a family game?

Whitely: Hide and suck dick?

Bleiss: Wh- No! Dammit, Whitely! That is not a family game!

Winter: I refuse to associate myself with this degenerate.

Bleiss: Oh, come on, Winny! I'm just as much your sister as you are mine~.

Winter: All the more reason for me to throw up elsewhere. (Leaves)

Bleiss: Hmph... What about you, sister? What's your suggestion?

Weiss: Oh, so now my opinion matters?

Bleiss: Okay, look, I was kind of preoccupied-

Weiss: Debasing yourself until you were Jaune's pig-slut?

Bleiss: That's not what he calls me.

Weiss: That's what you are, and you know it!

Bleiss: I didn't intend for those photos to be leaked! They were for my private collection!

Weiss: I'm aware, because you only share them with me!

Jacques: Enough bickering! Children, we must seize this opportunity to take over- WAH!

Willow: (Drops glyph, Jacques falls down) Oops! Was that me? I'm so sorry... Sometimes I forget my own strength. (Notices Bleiss) You're... Gelé's girl, aren't you? My, look at how you've grown. Last I saw you, I was holding you in my arms. Who would have thought you'd have grown to be so beautiful?

Bleiss: Haha, yeah... Uh, who's the MILF?

Weiss: Oh, that's right. You never officially met our mother.

Bleiss: Wait... HE FUCKS?!

Whitely: Uh, I can confirm that, for a time, our father did indeed fuck.

Bleiss: OH GOD, I SEE IT WHEN I CLOSE MY FUCKING EYES! ARGH! (Falls backwards)

Willow: Fufufu... I've heard you've become quite the huntress, and have even managed to court a handsome young man at that. Perhaps you can bring him to the manor for a proper introduction? If you permit, of course.

Bleiss: Ahem! Uh, y-yes, of course.

Jacques: This is blasphemy! I will not be usurped in my own home! AGAIN!

Weiss: (Readies glyph) I regret nothing.

Bleiss: Okay, can we all calm the fuck down?

Knock, knock, knock

Gyeiss: Oh, um, is this, like, a totally bad time?

Jacques: ...I can explain.

Bleiss: Oh, you mother FU

[glossolali]

TLOVM Ep 12 Twitch Watch Party Summary

- There will be no consequences to Grog taking Sylas's blood sword, nothing at all haha

- It's SO GOOD UGH (Vax and Keyleth dying scene)

- Can you make sure your mouth and nose is covered by the mask? (lol about Percy's plague mask)

- What if they started kissing??? (Percy and Delilah... uh ok :D)

- Taliesin: To me, it's always a sad upset crying face behind the mask .... aw :-(

- They laugh at Delilah being dragged around by Scanlan's hand lol

- This is why it's so good to work in animation, you get to make freaky dream sequences of Percy's personal hell

- The demon gives Percy extra power, that's why his gun doesn't run out of bullets even though we've been having a hard time counting shots all throughout the 11 episodes otherwise

- Orthax's sound design and all the ups and downs in Matt's voice are so good, props to the sound designers

- Taliesin loves every single shot of this so much (Orthax and Percy scenes)

- (Watching the intense Percy and Cass and Delilah scenes very intently)

- (Everyone's cheering/laughing about Delilah being killed oop)

- Taliesin: I will never forgive you Sam, for throwing Pepperbox in the acid, Sam: Well, I was right

- The shiny shirtless guy Scanlan hits on is Phil Bourrassa, who is the incredible character designer, he said "no you don't understand I want to fuck Scanlan so bad, put me in there!" (LMAO)

- Everyone says "awww" like a LOT during the Vaxleth rejection and a lot of the Kiki scenes in general

- Beau was in the chamber at that point if Keyleth had died in this arc (WHAT OMG - Beau in VM would have been SO WEIRD i hate it aaaa)

- Matt: A-ok, would you like me to point you somewhere? (in the stupid suntree voice LOL)

- Emon is so beautiful! Nothing could ever go wrong, it will stay protected forever! *clown emoji*

- Oh, what are those in the distance? An eclipse! Several eclipses! Really expensive sky writing! Weird gender reveal party!

Q&A

Q: When is season 2 coming? Will you tell us when you know? Do you know? Do YOU know?

A: We have no idea (Taliesin says no no no no, Matt fake cries) Q: Tell us about Percy's guns and how the idea of him inventing guns came about.

A: I was having a bad year and processing some trauma and thinking about death, I wrote a manuscript while thinking about a man who invented the first gun, like what would drive someone to invent the first gun? Also was listening to Black Rider by Tom Waits, which is about a man who sells his soul to the devil for bullets that never miss, except for one bullet that only the devil knows where it will go - so a mix of things. This is a thing and I've never tried it before, but Matt let me get weird (Matt: never thought about firearms in a fantasy setting, we were playing Pathfinder and there was a gunslinger class, but this is one thing I'd be interested - unique challenges and consequences to creating guns for the character, it worked!)

Q: What is going through Delilah's head as Percy is plotting his revenge and how to tear her to pieces?

A: She had just lost her love, I think at that point she had just given up and was just like "Kill me and put me out of my misery" but she made sure to say the meanest things possible before she left to speed it up

Q: Final battle is Percy and his demon Orthax against VM, walk us through how you chose for his inner demon to be the penultimate threat of the season.

A: In the campaign it was more of a traditional battle, we just hit him until his health was at zero cause that's how the game works. But this is animation so we get to delve into more mind-fucky stuff. We don't want to just have the good guys go after the bad guys, it's more complex than that. The whole season was about Percy's revenge, and what was going through Percy's mind, so we got to go in Percy's/Taliesin's mind. We never gave too much and we never gave anything away too quickly, it turned out amazing!

Q: Orthax Percy design!

A: We were debating eye shape and other elements, and Phil went on explorations of what Percy would look like if he got taken over completely. We just let him off the chain, and it was fucking cool but not quite right for Vox Machina. It's really Final Fantasy! But it's funny because the campaign we were in at the time (Mighty Nein) this would be very appropriate - there were red eyes there too.

Q: Uhhhh.. that cliffhanger??? What's up with those dragons?

A: You mean just the innocent winged creatures in the migrational pattern? (they all make bird noises lol) I'm sure it's totally innocent. Keen eyed viewers may have noticed an earlier battle this season that may cause some ramifications now. It MIGHT have something to do dragons, you'll have to wait and see.

Q: Anything you regret not being able to fit in to the first season?

A: Maybe a bit more of the Briarwoods backstory, but nothing we regret. Most of the key moments made it into the show, we needed to constantly move and shift things around to make sure that it stays fresh, and just because we left something out doesn't mean we won't include it in future seasons.

Q: Favorite scene to voice record?

Grey: Delilah's bloody death gurgles

Taliesin: The Orthax mask bit when I first got to get into the deep voice in episode 3. I love yelling at y'all, I loved every moment of it

Sam: Enjoyed recording for the music, for Scanlan's songs, cause I did that at midnight when the kids were asleep and the house was silent (everyone sings 'Beads of Love', Travis: MOM he's doing the thing again!!!)

Travis: "I would like to rage", Mary Elizabeth (Voice Acting Director) was like "Is that all you got? Do it again" So Travis really went for it next time, Mary Elizabeth is an amazing conductor - and the twins, hearing them sink into the heart of the two characters, Laura and Liam always level set for us and we just rise to it, they don't get a lot of praise, but they're the acting heart of the show (me: THEY BRING IT TO YOU EVERY CAMPAIGN!!!!! i love those two)

Matt: The earlier subtle couple stuff with Delilah like the domestic stuff.. we make breakfast, we kill a few people, like at the dinner party, that comfortable confidence when they're both arm in arm with other people around - something delicious about it!

Matt: We did it Critters, you made it happen and we hope you're as proud of this as we are, because you did this, it's incredible - YOU DID THIS! IT'S YOUR FAULT! All the artists and designers, y'all did the damn thing! And again to Sam and Travis for carrying this show on their backs! (APPLAUSE AND PARTY POPPERS WEEEEE)

That's it for Season 1! Good night Critters!

[helliontherapscallion]

(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Monday

Tuesday     Wednesday     Thursday (Part 1)     Thursday (Part 2)     Friday     Saturday     Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Pairing: SBI x sister!reader (she/her pronouns)

Warnings: swearing, toxic friends, panic spirals/attacks, injury, taking pills for pain

Summary: you have a very bad week, how will you manage? (Characters are fully human, but based on their DSMP characters. High school AU)

Word count: 4,818

(A/N): I’ve never played volleyball or watched Haikyuu before, so I’m not 100% certain how games work. Also, I probs should’ve split this into two parts, but eh.

“(Y/n) love, you look homeless in that sweater, it’s literally so fucking ugly.”

“Haha, yeah it is. I guess I just wasn’t really trying today.”

Adrian snorted, scanning your body with his cold eyes. “Today? You don’t try at all. You always look like trash.”

“More than trash, you always look like you just rolled in dog shit.” Sammy threw her head back and cackled at her own joke.

Your friends around you erupted in laughter as you four walked down the hallways of the hell that was your public high school. You awkwardly chuckled alongside them, you didn’t really find it funny, but you didn’t want to draw more attention towards yourself. 

“Seriously, (y/n), I really don’t know why we still hang out around you anymore. You really let yourself go.”

“Yeah, now that I think about it, you did gain like five pounds in the past week.”

“Really not a good look on you, love. Then again, nothing you do can make you look good anymore.”

You tried to not let their comments get to you, you really did, but sometimes their comments just rooted themselves deep into your subconscious. You didn’t try looking good anymore, you couldn’t wear anything without them criticising it. You could never win. 

“Awe,” Adrien poked your cheeks, “stop looking so sad. We’re just trying to give you advice. You really need it.”

“Yeah, (y/n). You’re so sensitive, get a grip.”

“Guys look, I think she’s gonna cry!” 

You wiped at your welling eyes with the sleeves of your sweater. “I’m not. I just got allergies.”

Annie rolled her eyes. “Uh-huh. Anyways, what are our plans for Halloween? We should totally dress up like sexy angels! I think that’d be so cool. Like, Clint’s party won’t be ready for us.”

“Oh, about that Annie…”

“God, what now (y/n)?”

“I was actually planning on spending Halloween night taking Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating with my brothers and dad. I won’t be able to go with you guys, I’m sorry.”

The group groaned loudly. “C’mon (y/n), you never hang out with us anymore.”

“Oh my god (y/n) you still go trick-or-treating? We’re juniors.”

“I’m sorry, I’ve just been busy with my AP classes and studying for the SAT. My team captain’s really been pushing the team hard with volleyball practice. State finals are soon and we want first this year.”

“No matter how much studying you do, you’re gonna fail. You’re stupid, so why try? Just give up and hang out with uuussss.”

“Yeah (y/n),” Adrien looked at you suspiciously, “you’ve been ignoring us lately. I thought we were friends. Do you even wanna be friends anymore?”

You felt a flare of panic flare up in your gut. “I do! I-I just have so much going on right now. It’s starting to get hard to juggle everything.”

“We’re starting to think that you don’t like us anymore, we want our (y/n) back!” Sammy whined. The others agreed with her, making you feel guilty. You were ignoring them, it was selfish in your opinion. You supposed that you could skip out on taking Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating, there’ll be other years you could take them. 

“I guess I can take Tommy and Tubbo another year. They’d just have to go without me this year.”

They cheered, giving you praise. You beamed at that, they seemed down lately and you loved it when they’d give you compliments. They didn’t do that much, so that made their praise more special to you. You strived to get compliments.

You four went off to your separate first classes for the day. Yours was statistics, a class you’ve been struggling in lately. You didn’t know anybody in there except for your oldest brother Techno, so you tried to stick with him. Unfortunately, the teacher’s seating chart placed you both on opposite ends of the room, probably because of your last names indicating that you’re siblings. You placed your stuff down on the table and plopped down into your seat, already drained. You had a long day ahead of you; you had a major AP world history test in your next class, you had to give a presentation in your AP english class that was worth a quarter of your final grade, and you had a semifinals volleyball match that would last until late in the night. If your team won, you would be going to state finals, so it was a lot of pressure on your shoulders. You were the main setter, so you had to really focus tonight if you were going to score your team points. 

“Alright class, pull out your homework!”

Fuck, you had homework? You looked in your folder, only to see the unfinished sheet full of equations you didn’t understand staring back at you tauntingly. Mr. Mullins walked over to your desk, took one look at your blank homework, and just walked right past you. Another big fat zero in the gradebook for you, just what you needed. At least he wasn’t in the mood to berate you today. You didn’t need any more stress piled onto your shoulders. 

The lesson felt like it dragged on forever with you frantically trying to copy down the notes on the board and trying to understand the content at the same time. Overtime, he would call students up to the board. Hopefully, he would skip over you today. “Ms. Minecraft.” Goddamn it, you spoke too soon.

Your head perked up and you looked at him. “Yes sir?”

“Come up to the board and solve this.”

Gulping, you felt panic rise up in you and stood up with shaky knees. On the board was part of the newer content he was just teaching. Something that you understood only a little bit better than the rest, and that’s not saying much. You still didn’t understand the content completely. Your writing was shaky as you wrote what you thought was right on the board. Finding the answer, you circled it and looked at Mr. Mullins. He looked disappointed. 

“That’s wrong, Ms. Minecraft. Please sit down.”

You felt like your face was on fire as you saw the entire class burning holes into you with their eyes. Though they looked dead inside, as per usual with any morning class full of tired teenagers, their effects still took hold on you. You wanted to crawl into a dark hole and die. You sat back down and stared at your note packet, you couldn’t focus on the lecture anymore. Your attention was fully on your surroundings, you were hyper aware of every little whisper and bouncing leg in your peripheral vision. You could feel yourself spiraling, usually that wouldn’t happen until after your third class. Today was going to be rough. 

The loud chime of the bell startled you out of your thoughts. You shakily put your papers back into your binder and put the binder back into your backpack. Right as you were about to walk through the door, you heard Techno catch up to you. “Hey, you good?”

“Yeah Tech, I’m just peachy.”

“Are you su-”

“Technoblade. I’m fine. Now if you excuse me, I have to get to my next class. I have an important presentation I’ve gotta prepare for.”

Without giving him any room to argue, you rushed off to your english class. You had Adrian and Annie in your class. For your presentation, you were paired up with people that you hardly knew. At least they did their part in the project, you were certain you were going to die if you got paired up with Adrian and Annie again. You loved them, but they never did any part of their portion of work. They left it to you to finish at midnight the day the project was due. To be fair, they both told you they had family emergencies, so you covered for them just that once. 

You pulled out your flashcards only to have them knocked out of your hand when someone bumped into you. You quickly crouched to pick them up so you could have them in order by time class started. “Oops, sorry love.”

It was Annie. She and Adrian towered over your crouched form smirking at you. Looking back down to rearrange your cards, you murmured “it’s ok.”

“Are you ready for this presentation, I know I am.”

You smiled a little. “Actually, I think I’m going to ace this. English is my best subject.”

“Yeah (y/n), I wasn’t asking you. I was talking to Annie. Besides, you’re probably going to fail this.” Adrian scoffed. 

“Thank you for asking, Adrian,” Annie shot a pointed look at you, “at least someone cares.”

The bell rang, signifying the start of your second block. You felt like you had a lump in your throat blocking your breathing. If Adrian, one of the smartest kids in your english class, said that you were going to fail, then you probably were going to fail. That would take a huge hit on your grade, this project was worth a quarter of your final grade after all. You were zoned out for the entirety of your classmate’s presentations putting yourself into a spiral. You jumped when Mr. Todd, your teacher, called your group up to present.

You stood stiffly in the middle of your two groupmates and clutched your flashcards with clammy hands. Luckily, your part of the presentation was not first. When it came to your part, you were stuttering and tumbling over your words. You even dropped your flashcards in front of everybody, causing half the class to snicker. Your face burned as you hurried to pick them up and your other groupmate took this as a signal to continue the presentation. You still had an important point to make that was integral for the set up to your other groupmate’s part of her presentation. You stared at your flashcards for the rest of the presentation. 

When the bell rang, you made a mad dash out of the classroom. You didn’t want to talk to anybody, especially not Adrian or Annie. It was a relief that you had your lunch period at the moment. You could hide yourself in the bathroom nobody used and let your panic attack ride itself out. 

You ducked inside a stall and sat on the toilet, bringing your knees up to bury your face in them. The tears and panic you were holding in all day let itself out with explosive effects. You started to hyperventilate as you muffled your sobs with your knee. Your chest painfully clenched so you couldn’t breathe. Your limbs felt like they weighed two tons each and they were shaking intensely. You didn’t hear the end of the lunch bell ring. By the time you calmed down slightly, you were five minutes late to AP world history. 

You packed your stuff up in a hurry, power walking through the halls. You probably looked like shit, but you didn’t care, you had a class to get to and a test that you probably wouldn’t be able to finish now. You lost ten minutes of your test time. When you tried to open the closed door, you found that it was locked. You had to knock if you wanted to get in. You raised a shaking hand to knock, but the door was opened by a less-than-impressed Ms. Osborne. She ushered you to your desk and gave you your unit test. 

You couldn’t focus. The multiple choice section was usually a breeze to you, but you couldn’t comprehend any of the questions. When you could comprehend them, you couldn’t concentrate on choosing an answer. You did your best to find the correct answers, but you were almost positive that at least half of them were wrong. Your handwriting was nearly incomprehensible and your essay topic was something you didn’t study for. When you were done with half of the body paragraphs, the bell rang and you had to turn in your unfinished test. 

You had your independent online psychology course next in the library. You usually worked alone secluded in a corner deep inside the library where nobody went. You would get some solace in being alone. Maybe you’d calm down enough so that you could ride home with your brothers and not go for a long walk so you could avoid them. 

You settled down in the comfortable chair and pulled out your laptop to get started. Psychology was your favorite class. It was easy for you to understand, it didn’t have much of a workload attached to it, and it was fun to learn about. It always calmed you down reading about the intricate workings of the brain. 

By time the day was over, you got most of your psychology work done and you were on your way to the car you shared with Technoblade and Wilbur. You took out your spare keys and slumped against the window in the backseat. You were absolutely drained after your terrible day and you still felt panic swirling deep within you, waiting for the right moment to strike. 

You stretched out your legs across the seat and leaned your back against the door. For the first time that day, you felt peaceful. You still had at least fifteen minutes to yourself until your brothers would start to make your way to the car. You felt the panic subside slightly and you fully relaxed. You closed your eyes and let yourself drift off into a light sleep. You needed your energy for tonight’s match. 

The door you were leaning on swung open and you tumbled backwards smacking the back of your head against the metal frame of the car and reverse scorpioning onto the pavement. Your entire upper back and the back of your head exploded in pain and your lower back hurt slightly from having your back bent uncomfortably. You heard laughter above you as you felt tears of pain start to slip out of your eyes. Your legs swung out from their place above your face and landed on the ground with a painful thump. 

You saw three blurry figures above you laughing at your pain. You reached up with a shaky hand to wipe at your tears and saw Adrian, Sammy, and Annie. They were cackling as you shakily stood up and sat on the comfortable seats of the car. You waited patiently for them to calm down. 

Eventually, Sammy calmed down enough to explain what happened to you through chuckles. “I’m sorry (y/n), it was just too good to resist. You should’ve seen your face.”

She and the others broke back into uncontrolled laughter as they remembered your embarrassing fall. You were used to their antics, and quite frankly it felt good to make your friends laugh, even if it were at your own expense. Just as they were calming down once again, you saw Wilbur and Techno walk out the front doors of the school laughing at something the other said. Annie and Sammy heard their laughter and quickly turned around to watch them. They had massive crushes on both of your brothers, many in the school did. 

Your brothers made their way to your shared car and stopped to look at you in slight confusion. “(Y/n), were you crying? What happened?” Wilbur asked worriedly. 

“Yea-”

“Oh Wilbur, it was terrible, (y/n) fell out of the car. I don’t think she closed the door before she leaned on it.” Annie interrupted you with a faked concerned tone, a complete contradiction to her reaction before your brothers came.

Techno hastily made his way to the driver’s side door. “Well, if she’s hurt we better get going, right Wilbur?”

“Yes! We better get going, please excuse us.” He sat in the passenger seat and closed the door without hearing Sammy and Annie’s desperate attempts to stop them so they could talk to them. Your brothers thought Sammy and Annie were annoying. They absolutely hated being around them. 

Waving apologetically at your friends, you pulled yourself into the car and closed the door. Annie and Sammy looked offended that you had let Wilbur and Techno get away from them. Avoiding their eyes, you looked down at your tightly clasped hands. They were shaking slightly. 

After pulling out of the parking lot, Techno glanced at you from the rearview mirror. “You ok (y/n)?”

“Yeah, my back just hurts and I have a headache.”

“Well, do you wanna go and get some ice cream? We still have some time left before we have to pick up Tommy and Tubbo. Dad doesn’t have to know,” Wilbur asked you.

You sighed, you wanted nothing other than to take a nap before your match. “Sorry, but I need to watch what I eat today. We have semifinals tonight and I can’t have anything sugary. I just wanna go home and take a nap.”

Your brothers were quiet for the rest of the car ride until you reached your driveway. Techno twisted his body around in his seat to look at you after he put the car in park. “Did you actually fall out of the car?”

Shit, should you tell him the truth? If you did, they would almost certainly get mad at your friends. Sammy and Annie would never forgive you if you turned your brothers against them. You decided that you would take one for the team again. “Yeah, I wasn’t paying attention.” 

Techno snorted. “Well, that was stupid,” he jokingly said. “Next time you’re gonna get run over by a parked car.”

You knew that he meant that as a joke, but it still stung. Stamping your emotions down, you laughed with him and Wilbur. It was stupid of you to do, you shouldn’t have let your guard down if you weren’t at home. 

You winced as you slung your bag on your back and walked the best you could back into your house. Your upper back was killing you. You made a beeline to the bathroom and rummaged through the medicine cabinet looking for some pain relief pills. You took some and shambled off to your room to take your well earned nap. You set your alarm’s setting to its loudest volume and passed out. 

You jolted up and gasped when you felt a wave of pain hit your upper back. You blearily looked at the time. You had a little under two hours before you had to get back to the school for your match. You groaned when you pulled yourself up, your head pounding with every turn. You pulled yourself out of bed and once again took some pain pills. You went downstairs to grab an apple or something to eat. Your dad was at the stove stirring something around in a pot. 

He turned to look at you with an excited smile. “You ready for your match tonight? You’re gonna kill it!” 

You only nodded halfheartedly and plopped yourself down at the table with your apple. Philza frowned at your lack of enthusiasm, but he figured that it was just because you just woke up from a nap. You’d bounce back eventually. 

“Wilbur told me that you fell out of the car? How’d you do that?”

You shrugged, wincing slightly as it moved your back slightly. “Dunno, must’ve not closed the door.”

Philza was at your side in a hurry, his hands hovering over your shoulders. “Did you get hurt? Show me where it hurts.”

“My back and the back of my head.”

“Can I move your shirt so I could look?”

“Sure, go ahead.”

You felt him gently pull the neck of your t-shirt away from your body to peek at your back. You heard his breath hitch as he looked. Was it that bad? “Good god (y/n),” he breathed out.

“What, is it bad?”

“Don’t you feel how bad it is? Your entire back is bruised. I think there’s some blood too.”

“Damn.”

“First, language. Second, that’s all you have to say? Aren’t you in pain?”

“Yeah, but the pain pills are gonna kick in soon. I’ll be fine.”

“Would you be able to play tonight? I really think you should sit this one out.”

“No, I’m playing tonight Dad.”

“(Y/n),” oh no, he was using his stern dad voice. “It’s not a good idea to play tonight. You’re hurt, I’m sure they’ll understand if you sit this one out.”

You felt frustration rise up in you. “We’re in the semifinals. They need me, I’m the main setter. They’d lose without me playing.”

“(Y/n), I’m serious. You’re not playing today.”

“Dad, I am playing today. Look, I’ll talk to Coach Williams to see if I could be rotated out more often. I know she’d let me.”

He stared at you for a while before sighing. He knew there was no convincing you. “...Fine. But you better talk to Coach Williams about sitting out for a bit if your back hurts too much or I swear I’ll drag you off the court myself.”

You smiled a little at the small victory. “Thank you! I promise I’ll sit out if needed.”

He quirked an eyebrow at you. “If needed?”

You sighed, “when needed.”

He walked over to the pot, stirring the contents slightly. “That’s better. Dinner’s almost ready, I made some pasta.”

“It smells good, but I think I’m skipping out on it for today. I already ate this apple and if I eat any more I’ll probably hurl on the court.”

He made a displeased noise in the back of his throat, “fine, but you’re eating something when we get home tonight.”

He walked off to go get your brothers and Tubbo for dinner. You could hear their booming steps racing down the stairs towards the kitchen. They raced into the kitchen and almost crashed into the back of your chair. You stood up and looked at the two excitable fifth graders. “Careful boys, don’t want you getting hurt.”

“You’re no fun (y/n),” Tommy whined.

“Sure, sorry bout that,” Tubbo beamed at you.

You chuckled, making your way upstairs to get ready for your match. You took off your clothes with great difficulty and slipped on your jersey and your spandex shorts. They were way too short for your tastes, but you couldn’t wear longer ones, they’d just get in the way. You fondly remembered how your dad flipped out when he first saw you in them, he hated them with a burning passion. He still hates how short they are.

When you were struggling with pulling your hair back into a tight, sleek ponytail, the back of your head throbbed continuously with pain. You most likely bruised your scalp. 

You slipped on your shoes that were made specifically for playing volleyball and headed downstairs. You were met with Tommy and Tubbo jumping in excitement seeing you in your uniform. They loved going to your matches, even if they would always pass out in the car after them because matches usually ended late at night. You grabbed your dad’s keys and headed to his car. Before you could lead the boys out the door, Philza’s voice stopped you.

“(Y/n), coat.”

You huffed, grabbing your coat and putting it on before tossing him his keys. You four got into the car and set out for the high school. The short drive was filled with Tommy and Tubbo asking you questions about volleyball and encouraging you. “(Y/n), you’re gonna kick their butts!”

“Yeah!” Tubbo cheered 

Despite their voices causing a spike of pain to shoot throughout your head, you laughed at their enthusiasm. It was always nice to hear your little brother and pseudo brother in the stands cheering you on, they were your and your team’s personal cheerleaders. 

Not long after you got to the school, you were stretching with your team on the gym’s floor. Your posse found their way into the stands, sitting in the front row. The away team watched your team like a hawk, analysing every single player for any weakness. It was because of them that you tried to not show any pain when you moved your back. You talked to Coach Williams before the team stretch and she was obviously sympathetic with your situation. She agreed to switching you out with the standby setter every few rotations. 

The echo of the whistles caused pain to ring in your head every time someone scored or a foul was called. Your team captain, Haley, was constantly, yet discreetly checking on you throughout the game since she was always next to you. She was the team’s main spiker after all. 

The game droned on and on before you realized that the opposing team was targeting you when they were offensive. They probably realized that you were injured a round ago. You tried your best to block every ball that was sent your way, but a few managed to slip past you when you couldn’t move fast enough. This team was good, but your team was better. 

The score during the final round was tied and the clock was on it’s last ten seconds as the ball soared your way. You dove to hit it, landing on your shoulder on the hard floor and hitting it up high enough for Haley to spike the ball down. The crowd went wild as the ball bounced off from the opposite end of the court almost simultaneously with the screeching of the referee’s whistle, signifying the end of the game and your team’s victory.

You laid on the floor in pain, you thought you must’ve pulled your tender muscles in your back and shoulder. It hurt to move it. You felt one of your teammates grab your hand to yank you up into a giant full team group hug. You yelped slightly in pain as you felt arms press against your back and hands firmly patting your bruised shoulders. You were whisked away into the locker room to change into the pajamas you brought with you. 

“(Y/n), are you alright? That was a pretty hard fall.” Haley’s soft voice asked you. You felt your heart sing in your chest. 

“Yeah Hales, I’m fine. I just pulled a few muscles.”

Her perfectly shaped eyebrows furrowed together, “are you sure? As your team captain and your friend, I’m worried about you.”

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. You felt warm knowing that she cared about you. “I’m sure, worrywart.”

She rolled her eyes playfully and breathed out a soft laugh. “Sorry for asking, grump.” Her laugh sounded like music to your ears. 

Your phone vibrated in your pajama pocket, alerting you of your family waiting for you in the car and for you to hurry up. You sighed, “sorry Hales, I gotta go. Dad’s getting impatient.” 

She gave you a small smile. “Oh, well, tell your family I said hi! Good work on the court today, I wouldn’t ask for a different setter.”

You felt your cheeks warm up and you watched with wide eyes as she left the locker room. Your phone vibrated again, your dad was really starting to get impatient. 

You walked out of the school as fast as you could to find your dad’s car waiting for you up front. Jumping in and softly closing the passenger side door, you slumped against the window. “(Y/n),” Tommy’s tired voice slurred. “That. Was. Pog…”

You glanced back to see him and Tubbo snoring away in their seats. Your match was more exciting than usual, so that must’ve really tired them out. You chuckled, turning back around to lean against the window. You took care not to put any weight on your shoulder or back. 

“(Y/n), you were amazing out there, but why did you dive for that ball? That fall looked like it hurt.”

You hummed tiredly, “thanks Dad. I just did what I thought would win us the game. We’re going to finals!” You quietly sang. 

“Did you hurt your shoulder?”

“I actually don’t know, but I think I might’ve pulled a few muscles. Nothing too bad.”

“...I scheduled a doctor’s appointment for you tomorrow morning during your first and second blocks. I want you to get your back, shoulder, and head looked at. You looked miserable the entire match.”

You sighed, too tired to argue, “mmk.”

He chuckled before the car fell into a comfortable silence. The gentle bouncing of the car and the subtle hum of the engine was lulling you to sleep. Your eyelids were drooping by the time you pulled into your driveway. 

You drug yourself out of the car and into the house, leaving Philza with the sleeping boys. You walked straight to your room and plopped down on your bed, passing out instantly for the second time that day.

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Bnha Mafia AU Scenario: You need a new bra

[Summary: Busty reader! the last of your bra hooks break while lifting boxes at work! Leaving you in a bit of pickle, so, you text your friend telling her to go your house get you another bra... At least you though you thought it was your friend...]

"Goddamn lazy sons..." You huffed bending down getting another box of the floor, Naoki your male co-worker was supposed to be doing this but he decided texting on his phone and flirting with Mei from accounting was productive then doing his job! you huffed lifting a box full of text-book up when you felt your bra loosen..*Crap, one of the hooks must've snapped...oh, well I still got two more." then you felt your bra start to slip off did you realize your mistake...

This was the bra from last week! the one that had a broken hook after playing with your cat, you felt the second one snap this when you were putting on your jacket this morning...  Your face was on fire as you awkwardly looked around making sure you were the only person in the storeroom before unbuttoning your blouse and and taking off your broken bra to examine it to see if may the hook didn't break, maybe it just bent and you could fix it! Nope, it was definitely broken... How embarrassing you huffed grabbing your phone and texting your friend telling her it was an emergency!

{My bra broke, I need you get me another at my house! and please hurry my supervisors gonna be here any minute! I'm in Storeroom 13} 

[seen a 12:45 ✔✔]

Twenty minutes later...

"Y/n I got your text open the door"

You blinked bemused that didn't sound like your friend it sounded like... 

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Shigaraki Position: the big boss: You open the door to see Tomura standing outside in the hall, You stared at the mob boss incredulously, before registering what he said *he saw my text...*, You looked down at you phone and saw his name on top of the screen...Your face felt like it was on fire as Shigaraki cleared his throat, you looked at him and saw he was blushing as he held out a bag from a very every expensive lingerie brand which looked at bemused did he buy her a new bra... "Y-you Didn't have get m-" He cut you off "Just take it!" You blinked and took the bag from the white haired mob boss, who waited outside thinking about the embarrassing situation at the lingerie store... 

He got that text and went to ask Kurogiri to bring the car around as he was going to attend to your wishes, until Dabi got a look at his phone and snorted. "Well, no shit it broke, she's not even wearing the right size!" the hit man noticed his boss eying him suspiciously. "And how exactly would you know that?" the scarred man just smirked knowing Shigaraki doesn't have a lot experiences with women.

"Boss I'm hit-man, it's my job to analyze people right down to what brand of socks they wear, You think I wouldn't notice a chick with {y/cup} size boobs in a {not y/cup} bra? it pretty obvious, especially when she does that little squirmy shrug thing with her shoulders."  

Shigaraki seemed to take this to heart as he didn’t like the thought of you being uncomfortable, So he had Kurogiri to take him to a lingerie store instead of your home, needles to say the staff were all on edge when the notorious head of the Shigaraki group came waltzing into their shop, looking around nervously at the various styles and varieties of underwear and sexy sleepwear.

One of the sales ladies finally mustered up the balls to approached and asked if he needed help. Shigaraki explained the situation and the lady put on a tight smile and helped him with obvious reluctance, before setting on a sky blue bra, but then Shigaraki paused when he saw a couple of other sleep sets he figured you'd like and one that he liked that was made to look like a game controller bought those too. 

He heard the door open and saw you walk out, Tomura cheeks were pink when he noticed that your chest looked like it had gotten perkier, that extra padding really was worth it, he'll have to have Kurogiri send those ladies at the Lingerie store a card or something... "D-does it fit alright?" He stammered scratching his neck while looking a you nervous about your reaction. "Yeah, actually it fits nice..." You said surprised that you're boyfriend got your size right. 

"That good! that's nice!...um I have to go I see you after work" he said kissing you on the cheek and walking out the back door, just as your worried boss rounded the corner asking why the head of Shigaraki was here? and where had he gone, yeah forgot to mention your company in under the Shigaraki's protection, but that was long before you and Tomura were a thing.

Needless to say when you got home that evening you were very surprised to find at least four more bags of Lingerie waiting for you on your coffee table, your face felt like a furnace as you read a note from Tomura detailing his high hopes that you'll be wearing at least one of them, and what he plans to do with you when he comes over to play later!~ 

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Dabi Position Hitman/Enforcer: There stood Dabi dried blood on his jacket (at least you think it was dry, the jacket too black to tell.) with a pervy grin on his face as he held up a bag from a lingerie store... your eye twitched and went close the door in his face when he wedged his foot in the door to stop you. "Easy there Fairy~ I'm just answering your distress signal!" he said teasingly causing you look at him oddly.

"What are you on about?" He put his hand in mock hurt. "Oh that text wasn't for little ol'me?" Again you looked him like he'd grown six heads, before looking down at your phone and saw that, yes. You had texted Dabi instead of Abbi, oops... "Actually that text was meant for Abbi. " the hit-man took then shrugged. "Well then I guess I'll be goin.." You grabbed his arm. "h-Hold up!, hold up lets not be hasty now!" he looked back at you with a smirk as he handed you the bag.

Dabi waited outside the door when he heard you muffled "What the fuck?" then you angerly yelling at him. "Get in here right now!" the hitman resisted the urge to burst of laughing at your face, as you held up a cupless bra for him to see. "If you seriously think I’m gonna wear this I'm cutting your dick of right now!" you hissed as Dabi feigned innocence. "What. what wrong with it?" He eyes watched you reach for a shelf where they store the extra blades for the Paper-guillotine, and he put his hands up.

"Okay, okay I’m just kiddin' with ya!" he took the bag from you and pulled out a dark purple bra with teal polka dots the inside of the cup was also teal, you hummed before putting it on and were pleasantly surprised that it fit you! "That feel better than that [not y/cup] size rag you've been wearing?"  You gawked at him bemused "Wait...I was wearing the wrong size? How did you notice?" Dabi said you squirming your shoulders and walking around like the hunch back of Notre-Dame was a dead giveaway.

You hummed putting your shirt back and Dabi with this little smirk on his face seeing the improvement that bra. "Looks like Patty and Selma are safe and snug in their new home.~" he purred watching them puff up when you crossed your arms. "I still don't get why you named them after the aunts from The Simpsons." You say as you watch him check his phone. "Because!" He kissed you on the cheek before going to the window. "...They're always smokin~" he winked before hopping out the window and running into the foggy afternoon, just as you boss cam in asking if you were done with inventory? And where the hell was your male co-worker?! that night Dabi was pleasantly surprised to find you trying on the cupless bra; checking yourself out in the mirror let's just say the Hitman was definitely buying you more underwear if he gets to come home that every night!~

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Hawks position smuggler/police informant: You were confused seeing your boyfriend standing in the hall "Hey Dove." he greeted smiling coyly and holding a sparkly bag from a Lingerie store, you looked at him oddly. "Uh...Hi?" you looked to see if your friend was hiding behind him, nope just his wings... "Why are you here?" you asked. "I got your text, see?" he took his phone and showed you his phone, your face felt warm as you saw your text staring you in the face.

You must've mistaken Keigo for Kaiko "Oh... That wasn't for you. " You hummed embarrassed Keigo didn't seemed to mind as he held out the bag to you causing you heat up realizing he bought you underwear... Which you were reluctant to take. Now it's not that you didn't trust Keigo it's just his track record buying you clothes isn't very good... but then you looked at your options and sighed taking the bag from the blond; not seeing the sneaky smirk Keigo was trying to hide.

 before he heard you go "what the hell?" he snorted and walked in the storeroom to see you holding up this, ugly neon yellow mesh bra littered with green sequins in the shape of peacock feathers that covered your nips, You looked at the bra then him at almost scared. "Dude..." You murmured in disbelief that he actually expected you to wear this! he burst out laughing you pouted and started hitting him. "Ow...ow, haha! Okay!...heh, Okay!" He snorted as he checked the bag he gave you and under all the cray paper he pulled out this red bra with little gold stars on it, it looked cute but you were skeptical as you put it on. 

"Holy crap, it fits...."You looked at him suspiciously as you were putting your shirt back on. "Who helped you?" You asked watching at he stiffened up "I don't know what you talking about..." he smiled coyly as you crossed your arms and cocked a brow, before watching Keigo's smile drop, your brows furrowed as you watched one of Keigo's feather's shot out through a gap in the door and you heard a yelp!

You both went outside in the hall to find your co-worker Naoki pinned to the wall by Keigo's feather his cell phone laying at his feet, the blond's eyes narrowed as he picked it up and looked through it, Keigo growled when he found photos of you changing on it. He looked at Naoki in disgust before crushing the phone much to your co-worker protest and hawks pocketed the memory card, then turned to Naoki. "I'd keep my mouth shut about this if I were you bub.”

Keigo hissed as brought another razor sharp feather up to nervous man's face and pressed it against his cheek. "Or else you'll learn the meaning of “”Snitches get stiches””... Ya get me?" Naoki nodded and Keigo put him down and watched him run, The blond then turned to you with a cheeky smile. "Wanna go the lunch?" You agreed and hastily left with your birdbrained boyfriend.  

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Woohhhh event time! *SCREAMS*

Congratulations dear!

If it's still not taken can I have either a fluff or angst fic with my boy bonten!Kokonoi for prompt #9?

Soon as I saw the word dollar he's just the one I thought of. TYSM. 💲💲💲

Hey 💲 Anon... OH LORD I had some fun with this... and by fun uh... oops it's angst city. At this point, I'm gonna write a warning for "don't say angst unless you want pain™" I hope you like it though! (as a note, 💲 anon messaged me correcting themselves, for a different prompt haha)

"Said No More Counting Dollars, We'll Be Counting Stars..." 100 Follower Event Prompt/Masterlist

Title: Counting Stars Pairing: Hajime Kokonoi x Fem!Reader Characters: Hajime Kokonoi, Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Haruchiyo "Sanzu" Akashi(mentioned), Takeomi Akashi(mentioned) Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Some Fluff. WC: 1544 Trigger Warnings: Character Death, Suicide, Murder Summary: Koko has been working non-stop. Trapped is an understatement, perhaps suffocated would be a better term in comparison for his situation as an executive member of Bonten. When he gets a message on his phone from you saying that you both need to talk, he knows that something in his life needs to change.

It had been several weeks since he’d last seen you. Perhaps that was for the best, as the obligations at work seemed to pile on his shoulders like pointless lead weights. While he considered reaching out to you, the prying eyes of his colleagues once again seemed to deter him from any and all action. Trapped was an understatement. Suffocation was perhaps the best way to describe how Hajime Kokonoi felt in his position as an executive of Bonten. It wasn’t until his phone screen lit up one particularly hellish afternoon, one where he’d balanced several upcoming budgets for the gang as well as settled debts for numerous underlings, that he realized just how long it had been.

We need to talk.

The message sank into his bones heavier than the lead weights that anchored him to the gang, to his obligations, and his life within some shady and seedy business. Slowly, his fingers pressed into the keys of the disposable phone. Each key solidifying the raw emotion he felt every passing moment until his well-manicured thumb hovered over the enter key. Internally, he questioned if there was time for emotion, feeling, wanting, and even love within his lifestyle.

“Kokonoi, can you check over this...”

He pressed enter, sliding the device into his pocket as he swallowed whatever dignity he had left for the day.

“Sure.”

The salty area by the pier tickled Kokonoi’s nose as his heels tapped their gentle rhythm along the pavement alongside the deserted warehouse. Meeting in a remote location was nothing new for the two of you, and perhaps that was the only way you could meet because of all of the bugs Takeomi had set up as of late. However, he didn’t feel comfortable in his apartment anymore, and the paranoia was beginning to creep in on him like a bad case of honeysuckle in the Spring. Climbing the rust-laden stairs, Kokonoi only hoped that at the top would be some semblance of peace compared to what awaited once again at the bottom. He heaved the door open, revealing a woman standing alone.

“Hi, Koko.” She said a smile on her face. He hated that she could smile at a time like this, that she could remain so calm when she should be angry with him, upset, anything other than calm.

“Hi, y/n.” He replied, his voice threatening to shake though holding firm as he walked towards her, taking her into his arms.

“...You’re shaking.”

Dammit.

“It’s cold, huh?” He lied with a laugh as he pulled away from her, his tongue protruding slightly from his lips.

“Don’t lie, Koko; it doesn’t suit you.”

Urgh.

His eyes softened a bit as he breathed a gentle sigh, “You always did have a knack for seeing through me like glass, huh.”

“Comes with dealing with someone like you.” She joked, reaching forward and brushing a loose piece of hair away from his face. Her gentle fingers tickling his cheek as they scraped past his ear and folded the stray lock behind it, “Have you been sleeping?”

He considered lying to spare her feelings once more, to spare her worry, pain, everything. Though, his concealer couldn’t conceal a lie that was sincerely so obvious to anyone from the outside looking in on his pitiful life. He shook his head, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips, as sad as it may have looked to most. She sighed, lightly hitting him on the head, even surprising himself.

“You idiot, how are you going to work if you’re tired all the time!”

“H...Huh!?” Koko replied in exasperation, blinking repeatedly.

She grinned, placing her hands on her hips, “There. You look better already.”

He stared ahead at the grinning woman in front of him, raising a brow at her actions before sighing, “Let’s sit.”

“So, Koko…” “So, y/n…”

“I wasn’t done.”

“I know.”

He didn’t want her to finish the question as the two of them went and hung their legs over the side of the warehouse that overlooked the pier. The moon had cast a gentle hue over the area, the tide gently flowing in the background with the occasional crash of a large wave making its wake known. Kokonoi stared up at the stars and smiled at how clear the sky was, slowly picking out a couple of constellations that Inupi and Akane had shown him in books before.

“They’re pretty tonight.”

He snapped out of his train of thought, only to hear a small giggle, “Thinking about something?” She asked him.

There was quite literally a lot on his mind. The past, the present, the future. His stomach churned at the thought of the future.

“I was thinking; I’d rather be counting them…” He motioned to the stars, “Than money.”

Thinking a moment, the woman beside him shrugged, “Well, why don’t you.”

Kokonoi clicked his tongue, “It’s not that simple, y/n.”

“But isn’t it?” She counters.

Inhaling sharply, Kokonoi looked to the pavement below, “I’ll never be free from them.”

There’s a calm smile on her face as she takes his hand into her own, “That’s okay because we could do it together.”

Kokonoi stared on in shock, his heart beating remarkably fast. He wants to doubt her, he wants to forget what she’s said, but part of him has to ask, “You mean that?”

“I do.” She confirmed.

He swallowed heavily, looking to the side slightly, “I’ll...I’ll think about it.”

“I hope you do. You...don’t look as happy as when we first met.” She explained, leaning into him with a sigh, “I’m worried about you.”

I am too.

“I’ll be okay. Life hasn’t taken me out just yet.” Kokonoi replied.

She sighed, looking at him with a sad face, “I should get going, though. It’s close to two in the morning.”

“Do you want me to walk you to your car?”

“Nope, I’m a big kid.” She said as she stood, brushing off her pants.

Kokonoi snorted, “Sure, the type who still complains about peppers in their food.” He held out his hand, “Help me up?”

y/n pouted as she pulled the man to his feet, “Hey, you love eating them.”

“Guilty as charged.” He snickered, pressing a kiss to her forehead, “Be safe.”

“Same to you.” y/n replied, “Think about what I said, though.”

As she walked away, Kokonoi bit his lip. Perhaps leaving the gang wouldn’t be the worst idea. Bonten wouldn’t suffocate him daily anymore, and the feeling of being trapped by the daily rat race would disappear in a flash. The more and more he thought about it, the more and more it appealed to him.

That was until a slow round of applause began from behind him.

He whipped his head around, white locks trailing in the wind as he laid eyes upon a dark figure approaching in the moonlight.

“Well, well...that’s quite the show she put on.”

Kokonoi’s stomach sank as the youngest Haitani appeared from the shadows of the warehouse, his long hair blowing in the salty air. A bored smirk on his features as his hands sank to his sides, “Now, Kokonoi...Mind explaining what you’ve been up to tonight?”

“You...you followed me?!” He spoke in disbelief, his almond eyes blinking abruptly as he brought a hand to his lips. He was going to be sick, “How long have you been?”

The purple-haired man let out a distorted chuckle before sighing, “Duh?” He approached, close enough you could smell the bergamot cologne he used, “We follow everyone suspected of betraying.”

Kokonoi stared straight ahead, his blood running cold. We.

“Where is he-”

There was a gunshot. Kokonoi’s legs attempted to carry him to the edge of the building, only to have his arm gripped by the younger Haitani.

“Ah, Ah...Now, what are you doing...?" Rindou teased, “You don’t care about some scrap, do you?”

“You’re sick; you’re both sick!” He cried, attempting to shake his arm loose.

“Rindou~ I’m done!” The older Haitani called from below, “I’m going to put it in the pier to wash away the evidence.”

It? y/n wasn’t an it?!

“Fine by me.” Rindou called back, turning his sights back to Kokonoi, “Now...Sanzu’s gonna want to know all about this.”

“I didn’t say shit,” Kokonoi growled, only for Rindou to sigh and pull out a tape recorder.

“Yeah. About that.”

If this is what trapped animals felt like, Kokonoi suddenly understood why they fought for their lives rather than gave in. The thought of having to deal with Haruchiyo Sanzu on top of the Haitani brothers. Something snapped inside him.

“...You want me to balance the books?” He asked quietly, his voice quivering.

“Yeah, that’s why we keep you around?” Rindou replied boredly, not paying attention as he checked his phone.

Kokonoi smiled to himself as he quickly slid out of his jacket, “Well, tough fucking shit!” His legs carrying him to the edge of the building, Rindou screaming a loud “HEY!”

Kokonoi stared over the edge a moment, watching the sinking sedan, Ran staring up at him, and once again, the pale stars looked down upon him. Finally, he closed his eyes and hoped that maybe with his luck, he could fly.

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Death By Bagel

NCT Culinary Student!Mark Lee x Fashion Design Student!Reader Summary: Mark makes a cake cause he's realized he can't lose you to some f-boy. Word Count: 3k+ Warnings: Fluff, childhood au, college au, slowish burn, slight cursing, reallllly fluffy, some broksi-dude action, typos sksksksks, etc.

R E Q U E S T my friend: mark lee, slow burn, friends to lovers

A/N: I wrote a fic that already had like 1k+ word then I LOST IT (i think i deleted it) thus this. It took me 10 years to write this msmsmkskskks. PLEASE TUMBLR IS MESSING WITH ME AND MIXED UP THE ORDER OF SOME OF THE DIALOGUE

“As a doctor, I don’t think you should be doing that,” Mark says, not even bothering to look at his patient seated rudely on the floor. Oop, he’s lying down now.

Mark huffs and looks up from the clay block he was molding on his tray, “YOU’RE SO UNPROFESSIONAL!”

Mark’s mother nearly spits out her coffee upon hearing the words of his five-year-old son. Her husband snorts, “He got that from you.”

The woman throws a look at the man and was supposed to give a snarky retort, up until the sound of the doorbell ringing. She grins from ear-to-ear and dashes to get the door.

When she comes back to the living room, she’s accompanies by another woman and a tiny version of her.

“Markie! Say hello to your Auntie!” Mark’s mom calls.

Mark from the carpeted floor looks up and blinks, examining the stranger-woman and its human-ling. Mark turns to his father who was sat on the couch and receives a nod of approval almost. Mark purses his lips and waves at the woman.

The woman waves back and then crouches down to the little girl, “Baby, say hello to Mark.”

Unwilling, she shakes her head.

“Aw come on, baby. Don’t be shy. Mark over there is a really sweet boy. I knew him when he was in his mommy’s tummy, just like Mark’s mom knew you when you were in mine. You’re the same age so you’ll get along just fine.”

With the unnecessary explanation that gave no justification to the scene whatsoever out of the way, the girl was fooled into peeping up, “Hi, Mark.”

“Hello,” Mark says, not particularly interested, as his patient was still in the midst of dying in his office. He turned to his stuffed toy called Mr. Lion and attempted to stand him up once more.

At this point, the girl makes her way to Mark.

“We’ll be back in two hours, honey. Keep an eye on the children,” Mrs. Lee tells his husband who had been occupied with TV the entire time.

“Yeah. I got this,” he smiles to his wife then goes back to watching.

The bumble bee clad figure sat down to Mark in blue and watched him play.

Mark ignored her for a few seconds, needing to assert all efforts on standing that dumb toy up. Once successful, Mark turns to her, “Do you play doctors?”

Mark was then met with the same lack on enthusiasm. She hums, “I like playing baker doctor.”

All at once, Mark gasps, “ME TOO!”

It was unbeknownst to the children it was oddly specific and the chance of this happening was pretty slim.

And in a blink of an eye, excited giggles erupt in the room, as if they had been having so much fun before this scene. It was here and there the two would become best friends to the very end.

... so I guess it means the reckoning is upon us.

“MARK LEE I SWEAR TO THE FU--” “WHAT! WHAT!?” Mark laughs.

"YOU ATE MY BAGEL! AGAIN!" I growl in a loud whisper, throwing the wrapper at him and his flat head before he could think to dodge it while he annoyingly laughs.

"I asked if I could have it though!" he says, fully knowing his sins.

I glared at him and say lowly, "I thought you were referring to my notes, bread for brains."

Mark snorts loud enough for our teacher to wake up from his nap. Once the class notices, we all pretend to be doing something productive and Mark plays it off with a cough.

"Mr. Lee." Mr. Kim says sternly, clicking his tongue, blinking his eyes rapidly.

Mark finishes coughing and turns to our seated professor, "Yes sir."

"Don't go to school if you're sick and going to cause a racket with your coughing."

Mark nods firmly and Mr. Kim closes his eyes again, mumbling, "page 65 is due tomorrow."

The entire class grumbles. Mark beside me scoffs and makes a face, "Yeah, yeah, Doyoung."

I turn to him and elbow his side.

"Whatever," Mark shakes his head, "professor bunny-teeth won't hear me."

Once class ended, we both get our things and head out for lunch. We walk to our canteen, fussing over assignments, deciding we should do it together later in our mutually free period.

I groan and narow your eyes at him as we have an argument over how he hasn't finished the essay for English, "That's not the point."

"Yo Mark!" a voice calls from afar. Mark and I turn, looking for the voice, and I spot the dimpled senior, Jung Jaehyun, in a table with the rest of his squad.

I nudge Mark and point at the pale guy seated by the corner.

Mark throws him a smile and waves. I follow closely behind him as he walks over to the table. "We're going to sit with them?" I say in some sort of gasp.

"Yeah." Mark replies simply, not bothering to turn to me, "they're cool."

I knit my brows at that and nod, "Yeah I know. But I'm not cute today."

Mark stops in his tracks and throws me a confused look, "what?"

"I didn't put any make-up on today, also I'm pretty sure there's a visible stain somewhere on my jacket, I just don't remember where."

Mark scrunches his face up again, even more confused. "What? How do you... forget a stai-- that's not the point. Why do you wanna look cute today?" He scoffs and continues lowly, "hardly as if you ever look cute."

I let out an annoyed groan and punch Mark's shoulder. "Like when you panicked when Seulgi came over and asked for notes."

Mark openes his mouth, "That is so not the same! Jaehyun's a fuck bo-"

"Just shut up already," I snap and shove him forward so he'd continue walking. "Let's not keep him waiting," I add and mumble, "also I know. Dong Sicheng however is very cute."

Mark chuckles, "he's dated every girl on the dance team."

"Okay, maybe not that cute."

"Ya, Mark," Jaehyun grins and greets the said person with a high-five and chest bump. He turns to me and speaks my name with a smile. I smile back politely and wave.

I'm about to sit next to Sicheng, but Mark shoves me and so I end up sitting on the other side of the bench table with Jaehyun. I turn to Jaehyun with a small, non-awkward smile and shoot Mark a glare. He seems unbothered though.

"So, you up for a round later?" Jaehyun asks Mark.

Mark talks over me, "you know it, dude."

Jaehyun flashes his dimple smile all the stupid girls fall for. I'm only half falling for it cause I'm only half stupid. He raises his brows, "you bought the dough, right?"

This makes me knit my brows.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I really did this time," Mark mumbles quickly. "It's my turn anyway."

Jaehyun gives an off look, "that's literally what you said last time bro."

"Yo, no for real. It's in my bag, if you wanna check."

Jaehyun shakes his head when Mark begins to scramble for it, "no, Lee, it's good. We wouldn't want you friend to get dirty."

Is it just me or do you feel slimey all of a sudden?

Jaehyun then gives me a somewhat, somehow sincere smile, "so. I hear you're in fashion design."

I give a soft chuckle, "yeah. That's me."

"I could tell from a mile away. Mark looks horrible next to your getup."

I look down at my sweater and ripped jeans. Mark exclaims in protest, "shut the hell up, Jae."

I give a soft smile at Jaehyun, "don't know where that comes from but thanks I guess."

Jaehyun chuckles, "I'm kidding," he eyes Mark, "I saw your Fashion Design pin on your bag when you sat down."

"Oooohhhh, haha, okay, that makes sense."

"Ya, Jeff," Sicheng calls for Jaehyun, "it's almost time."

Jaehyun turns to his friend and nods. He turns back to me and Mark, "well, it's nice to meet you. Mark won't put a sock in it even if I beg. See you around, fashionista."

He stands and slaps Mark's back, "see ya later, broski."

"Yeah, bruh," Mark replies.

Once it's just Mark and I, I snap at him and blurt out in a whisper yell, "YOU'RE ON BROSKI LEVEL WITH JUNG JAEHYUN?!"

Mark gives me a weird face, "bruh, I think he calls the principal broski, for real."

I smack Mark, making him whine, "you know what I'm talking about, Mark! And what, are you doing drugs?!?"

He shakes his head in confusion, "Wait, what!? Who the hell told you that?"

"Uhhhhh you were talking about dough and showing up later. Sounds like you owe him money for drugs, Mark."

"??? In what universe did we even mention drugs?? Does this," he slaps his face, "look like a face of a drug addict to you?"

"A gullible idiot maybe."

Mark's jaw drops, "oh wow, okay. I'm done with this conversation." He proceeds to stand attempt to walk away. I scoff, "not on my watch bitch."

Like the true idiot that he is, Mark begins to legit run away from me, like a criminal who stole my cookies. It's embarrassing that he, a man much taller than I, could not even outrun me. I suppose I should be grateful, but this just fortifies my thoughts of him being an idiot even more.

But okay... I wasn't actually expecting this... like... Mark and Jaehyun... like... actually baking bread after school with dough Mark premade at home. Also, uh, Jaehyun looks super cute in an apron that I'm having a mental breakdown. And what's new, so does Mark.

"I can't believe you thought I was a drug dealer," Jaehyun says in a soft pout as he rolls out dough on the marble counter of his friggin large kitchen in his friggin large house. Like dang, I knew he was rich, but he's like Rich™ Rich. Rich with a golden diamond encrusted Rolex watch rich that's in a glass display rich-- wtf.

Mark wheezes in his telltale high pitched laugh as he opens a pack of unsweetened chocolate pellets, "she thought dough was some sort of metaphor or something."

"Cute," they say at the same time. Mark turns to Jaehyun in slight surprise and Jaehyun turns to me. I roll my eyes, though I feel my neck burn. I avert my attention to the scene I was sketching on my pad, Jaehyun and Mark baking croissants. I clear my throat, "I'm just making use of the single braincell between us, cause if he doesn't die falling down the stairs, he's gonna pull some idiotic stuff like baking with Jung Jaehyun."

Oddly, it's Mark that reacts to that with a, "hey!"

Jaehyun rubs his chin on his shoulder, "I also can't believe you think so little of me.'

I break a sweat but decide to answer honestly, "... ... ... You have a reputation."

"Of being a fuck boy?"

Mark loudly transfers the chocolates into a metal bowl, making the two of us snap at him. Mark makes a face, "oh gosh, sorry."

Jaehyun sighs, "well. I admit I get around, but that's only because I get dumped every time."

I raise a brow.

Jaehyun purses his lips, "nah, let's not make this weird. The croissants will be flat."

"Dude," Mark turns to him, "that's literally only because you messed up the recipe."

Jaehyun grits his teeth, "no. It's because Kun's a little teacher's pet and sabotaged me so he could get the best grade."

"No, but like Kun is really nice, he helped me with the fold techinique."

Jaehyun scoffs, "He stole me vanilla extract, Mark. Who does that?!"

"No, listen, he's cool, like, for real--"

"No, you listen, he's a little shit and--"

The two begin to bicker like a married couple, and I begin to draw inspiration form the scene to design some random sketches of wedding dresses.

I look back to the two and still can't get over the fact that I learned Jaehyun was a culinary arts major with my best friend, and that I was currently in the Jung's boojie home because I thought Mark was buying drugs from him. Not what I was expecting at all my day to go like, but I'm not mad this is how it went.

"No, no, no, no," Jaehyun says. He turns to me and points, "let's just get an outside opinion. Babe, what's your favorite color?"

"BABE?!" Mark barks.

I take a moment to reply. I blink slowly, "uhh... pink?"

Jaehyun bites his lower lip and claps his flour covered hands, "Right. Pink croissants it is."

Mark shoots him a glare and turns to me, back to Jaehyun, "she has a name."

Jaehyun nods, "yeah, and she wants pink croissants."

Mark makes a face and Jaehyun examines it, chuckling under his breath. "Wah, you two are something, huh."

No one really responds.

We began to always eat lunch with Jaehyun and his friends. It's funny cause I realized Jaehyun, although I still firmly believed he was out to get nasty with every other girl he sees, he was actually just like Mark. A total loser with a love for cooking.

"Hey," Mark says with a snippy tone.

I give him a look and suddenly receive a paper bag to my face. Mark sits on his chair next to me, as per usual. I smell the thing before I realize what it is. It's a freshly baked bagel. I perk up and smile, "Aw, you baked me a bagel?"

Mark raises his upper lip, "no. Jaehyun did."

I knit my brows, "what? Why?"

Mark narrows his brows, "do you, like, like him?"

I give him a look. I take a bite of the bagel, making Mark look at me in disbelief. I answer, "You do know I only hang with him cause you do, right?"

"Then why'd you eat the bagel then?"

"Uh, a number of reasons. 1) it's a bagel, 2) free food, 3) I'm starving, 4) it smells amazingggg."

Mark does a face, "fair. I've been meaning to ask how he does his seasoning for a while now too." He releases a breath, "and anyway, I'm pretty sure he made a bagel cause I told him you liked them. Never talking about you to him anymore though."

I look at him, "why do you talk about me so much to him anyway?"

"Uh because you're amazing," Mark says instinctively.

I feel my heart skip at that. I coo and place my hands on my chest, "wait that's really sweet."

Mark looks at me. His face begin to shift, "too bad it's a lie- haha."

I give him a look and rebut, "jerk."

"Loser."

As quickly as I found out about Jaehyun being Mark's friend, that's about as quickly as I found out he didn't like hanging out with him anymore. It's kind of a shame I never got to go back to his boojie house.

There was this one encounter I had with Jaehyun though... which was a little weird, not gonna lie.

He was waiting for me outside my Tailoring class, smiling and waving when he saw me. I Reluctantly reciprocated and walked over to him.

He releases a breath, "I've been waiting for about 20 minutes for you. I didn't know when your class would end."

I raise my brows, "you could have asked?"

"Well I would need your number for that, and that would have ruined the surprise," he pulled out a brown paper bag, reminiscing the same one Mark chucked at my face.

"I made you two this time," he smiles.

I take a moment to reply, "you don't have to make me bagels, Jaehyun."

He grabs my hand, "yeah, but I want something out of ya," he places the bagels in my hand. He proceeds to lead us off and we begin to walk down the hall.

Truth be told, it's a little scary that his ulterior motive is up in the air. Jaehyun places his hands in his pockets, "I like your dress, by the way."

I smile, "thanks. I made it."

He smiles and nods, "right. That makes sense as to why it suits you well."

I can't help but blush at that, and simultaneously feel conscious when I realize a bunch of girls in my course are looking at me and Jaehyun as we strut down the hall.

"So, what did you want, Jaehyun?"

"Well, I clearly wanted to ask you out."

"..."

"..."

Jaehyun smiles and give a soft laugh, "is it so ground breaking?"

"... Uh..."

He sniggers, "hey, you can say no. I mean I hope you don't but you can." Jaehyun leans in and raises his hands, "I won't like it, but a man should take rejection from a lady well."

I turn to him as he straightens up. I turn to the bagels he made me and bring it back to him. He laughs, "no, I made them for you really. It's not poisoned, in fact it's made with love."

I visibly react to that, which makes Jaehyun wheeze. I can't help but laugh back, "that was hella tacky."

"Worth a shot though," he says. "Good luck with Mark."

I look at him with silence and he chuckles, "ya, you can't fool me."

I'm about to retort but then Jaehyun gets called by one of the frats dudes I identify as Johnny Seo. Jaehyun does a curtsy and clicks his tongue, "see ya later babez."

"You know, I would have said yes if you didn't do stuff like that."

Jaehyun purses his lips, "no you wouldn't."

I shrug, "worth a shot though."

Jaehyun places a hand on his chest, dramatically calling, "Uh, rejection hurts, man."

Yeah, I never went to Jaehyun's boojie house ever again.

Silver lining though was Mark's dorm smelled equally as nice because of all the food he cooks, although it came with a whiff of axe body spray from his roommate, Lucas. It's cool though, he was almost never around for me to smell it in its whole intensity.

"Aite," Mark calls from his side of the dorm. I perk up from the two seater dining table they had and turn to Mark who was covering the cake he was making for his finals.

"Don't, like, peek, okay. I want you to see the cake all at once and give me your honest reaction to it. Please, like, all my lives kinda depend on it."

"How many lives do you have?"

"9, I'm pretty sure."

I stand from my seat, "not you faking your life as a cat, but get it I guess."

Mark raises a hand at me as I walk over, "can you not, I'm high-key panicking right now."

"Over what? You literally made a box of donuts for your midterms and it looked better than Misty Mreme! I'm sure your cake is hot."

"It was in the minifridge for a day. I mean it barely fit cause of all of Lucas' mountain dew."

I groan, "just show me it, Mark Lee!"

Mark whined and dashes over to me, grabbing my shoulders, "okay, but like, don't be mean about it. I swear, I might cry."

I give a sound and fake cough, "it's ugly."

Mark doesn't respond to that particular jab, "I'm serioussss. Please be kind, okay?"

I look at Mark's nervous face and give a soft pout, "Markie, please, not that I think it would be ugly, but I promise you don't have to be nervous about my reaction."

He isn't soothed by that, but he does release a sigh, "okay. So for context, Mr. Moon wanted the cake to be one or two tiers, but I went with one, cause there aint no way I'm going to the other side of the campus to freeze a two tiered cake. Then, the theme was something from your childhood, so, I, uh, thought this was fitting. The exam is 60 percent decoration, 40 percent taste by the way."

Mark gives me a hesitant look, but steps way for me to see it. I then see a heart shaped, medium sized cake in my favorite pastel pink color. By the top there's a little boy on the floor playing with a toy oven set and little girl in a bumble bee dress, holding a stethoscope. At the bottom of the cake, there were jelly letters spelling out, "I like you."

I cup my cheeks at the sight of it and feel my eyes start to well at the sentiment.

Wait... was this really happening?

Mark heaves in and out, "okay, so like when Jaehyun began to like hit on you, that sucked pretty hard because he's known for getting girls and I thought maybe he'd get you too and I got panicky. Anyway, I....... have liked you since we were kids... And... I know you probably don't feel the same way but I have to try, you know.... Yolo."

My feel my tears retract from what I hear. I rub my eyes. I turn to Mark and find his nervous face. "Did you just say yolo in your confession, Mark?"

He looks like he's about to throw up.

I can't help but chuckle and pout, "dude..."

I prolong the moment. Mark gets even more nervous as he repeats softly, "dude..."

"We could have dated in grade school all this time."

It takes a moment to register in his head.

Like, a really long moment.

I sigh, "Mark! I like you too, dummy."

He freezes and blinks. His face begins to burn. He breaks into a soft smile, "nice."

I break into a laugh.

"... Uh... So... Can I like... Kiss you?"

I snort and feel my own cheeks begin to burn, "I think you should refrigerate your cake first."

Mark snaps out of this trance, "oh shoot, you-" I give him a quick peck on the lips.

He is dumbfounded.

I feel butterflies go wild in my stomach.

"I'll wait over there for when you've fixed that."

Mark watches as I walk away, "yooo.... That's not fair though."

[stcveskent]

Sick Day ; Steve Rogers x reader

WARNINGS: FLUFF🥺

pairings: steve rogers x reader

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The light crept from the beige curtains, directly into your eyes, a small groan left your mouth, you turned, to see the time, it was 8.  You jolted up in the speed of the lightening. Your head was spinning, stuffy nose and shivers down your body.

You felt cold, you wrapped your blanket around you , tightly. You heard your phone ring, just the sound of it making your head ache.

You looked at the contact name, Natasha.

"Hey" she spoke and you sniffed.

"Hi." You said and she raised her eyebrows but you couldn't see that.

"Where are you? Steve's waiting for you." She asked and you realized that you had training and obviously Steve wouldn't like if you canceled because it was for you.

"Uh yea i'll be there in 15 minutes? Okay?" You said and she nodded

"Sure, see ya babe!" She said

"You too." You spoke before hanging up.

As you stepped out of your bed, you could feel your body , it was so weak, you couldn't even stand properly. You still managed to walk to the bathroom and take a warm shower. You got dressed, but you were feeling so cold, so you put a warm sweater around yourself and walked downstairs.

You saw Nat, Sam, Bucky, Tony and Wanda, waiting for you. You smiled weakly and walked to them.

"Hey!" Nat says and you smile.

"Hi, sorry for being late." You said and she shook her head.

"Its fine, we were gossiping." She laughed and you laughed with her.

Sam walked to you and put his arm around you, and you smiled.

"Yo favorite kid!" He says and you roll your eyes.

"Im not a kid." You said and he laughed, you two talked while walking and Bucky saw you.

"Hey Y/n." He says and you greet him back.

"Hey bucky."

"Are you okay? Its 45 degrees out and you're wearing a warm sweater?" He says and you nod

"Uh yea i was feeling cold." Yoi said and he smiles

"That's okay kid, Lets go. Steve's been waiting for a while, All of you. quick, he's calling." Bucky said and they walk together into the gym.

You lightly cough, and Steve looks at you. Concerned, He walks towards you, and smiled.

"Hey , you okay?" Steve asked and you smiled at him, you had this huge crush at him, but you two were close friends, and didn't really wanted to spoil the relationship between you and him.

"Yea, i'll be fine." You said and he nods, and puts an arm around you, pulling you closer to him. Feeling his warmth, you could see the way you'd like to sleep in his arms.

"If you say so." He pulls away. Disappointed with him pulling away, as you couldn't feel his warmth, you pull that sweater even more close to you.

You try to focus as Steve shows the technique, but you could feel yourself dozing off, and feeling weak.

"Y/n, why don't you come and show me if you got the trick or not." He says and you were snapped back to the reality.

"Me?" you asked and he looks around and then at you.

"You're Y/n, aren't you? Then Ofcourse you." He says, you stood up and walk, but your head was spinning and paining at the same time. Darkness started to cover your eyes, and you were about to fall, but Steve caught you.

"Oh god! Y/n are you okay?!" Steve asked and you come back to your senses, the team worriedly comes towards you two, and you try to stand up.

"Yea i am." You said and coughed. Steve's mother taught him a way to check if a person has high fever, by pressing your forehead to their forehead. It was an old technique , so not many knew of it.

"You have high fever! Why didn't you tell me?" He asked and you shrugged.

"I thought you'd get mad at me canceling." You said and he shook his head.

"I won't be mad at you, don't worry, Guys! The training is canceled, all of you are gonna be helping Y/n, and take care of her." Steve says

"No I can do it by myself." You protested, and he gave you a stern look.

"You're supposed to follow my orders." He says and you sighed rolling your eyes.

"God fine!"

"Nat, can you get some warm clothes for Y/n? Tony please get the heater, Sam and Bucky please get the cold water and a rug ready and also medicines for her and Wanda, please get Y/n to her bed, until i make some warm soup for her." He commanded and all of them agreed to him.

Wanda walks you to your room and you smile at her

"Sorry you had to deal with this." You spoke, looking at your bed which was a big mess and she laughed.

"Oh please! Y/n, this isn't even mess, its just your blanket messed, hold up lemme just make it properly. " She said and works on your bed. You hear a knock, and turn towards it, and answer the door.

"Got you some warm clothes." She smiled and you smiled back at both the girls.

"You guys , im sorry about you two doing things for me, you didn't had to—" the girls cut you off.

"Damn! Y/n, you do so much for us, then we doing this is very small compared to what you do for us." They hugged you tightly. You hear another knock and already hear some argument.

"Sam and Bucky." Nat says and Wanda answered the door. Tony brought a heater and Sam and Bucky  arguing while Bucky held the bowl of cold water and a rug along with medicines

"You never do things right—"

"Look at you, liar!!" Bucky says and then looks at you.

"Thank you guys." You smiled at them and then Tony hugs you.

"Get well soon, y/n." And you nod

"Sorry, haha , anyways. Get well soon y/n, you saved us from the training, Steve wasn't going easy on us." He says and you laughed, followed by others laughing.

You hear someone clearing their throat, and all of yours attention moves toward Steve listening to all of you.

"Oops." Nat says and he nodded

"Heard everything." He comes in , and sits near you keeping the bowl of soup on your side table.

"Thank you all of you, now you can go." He says and they nodded before wishing you a speedy recovery.

"You didn't have to do that." You say and he meets your eyes.

"Do what?"

"Help me, i would be fine." You said and he shook your head.

"You're my friend Y/n, i really want to help." He says and you nod. Friend, it broke your heart because you loved him so much, but he didn't know, and you didn't know that it was mutual.

He puts the blanket and covers you, and puts a pillow, so that you could sit, comfortably.

He takes the bowl of soup and hands you, but you shook your head.

"I'm not hungry." You say and he gives you a stern look.

"You have too." He says

"No Steve please."

"I'll have to feed you." He says and you roll your eyes, he helps you drink the soup, sitting right next to you. After you finish it, he smiled.

"Now that's like a good kid." He says and you roll your eyes.

"I am not a kid." You say and slap his chest, playfully

"Alright alright, i was just kidding." He chuckled, and you laid your head on his shoulder.

"I feel so cold.." you shivered.

"Still? Okay come close to me."

"no you'll get sick."

He pulls you closer and wraps his arms around you and you feel better, you two slowly drift to sleep, you feel the comfortable warmth of him around you, which makes you feel so better.

"Steve.." you called him, his head on your head, and your head rested on his shoulder.

"Yes Y/n?" He asked, calmly, his voice was so soft and calm, and it could make you feel so much better.

"Thank you, for everything you do..."

"You don't have to thank me, you're my family, and i have to take care of you no matter what..i'll be here with you all the time, i'm not leaving your side"

"Mm..stay forever..." you hummed, before moving in closer to him and falling asleep.

"I always will." He pressed a kiss on your forehead, and drifted to sleep, with you. The next morning, when you woke up, next to him, his arms holding you so close to him, your head was resting on his chest. You smiled, and snuggled in close to him.

He smiles, and kiss your head.

"Good Morning." He says opening his eyes, and you smiled at him.

"Good morning to you too!" You cheerfully greeted, he pushed your hair behind your ear, and smiled.

"How are you feeling?" He asked

"Better than yesterday, thank you Steve."

"That's fine, let me get you something , you'll be good soon." He says and you nod, he pressed a kiss on your forehead before walking into the washroom, the smile never leaving your face.

Steve never left your side until you felt better, he was always there. He made food for you, he gave you medicines and also slept with you, so as to check in between, that your fever is moderate and not so high. This continued till a week, until you felt better. You didn't wanted him to leave your side , but you couldn't stop him.

"Hey how're you feeling?" Steve asked as you woke up rubbing your eyes, and he came back from his run.

"I'm feeling good! I can say that i am back to normal." You say and he smiles.

"That's good! I'll go take a shower and you get ready till that, okay? We'll see each other at breakfast and if you need anything, call me." He said and you nodded

"Okay Captain." You said and he laughed walking away. You wished you could say you love him, but you can not. He doesn't feel the same way, hell he can't feel. He only loves Peggy. But you have him in your life maybe that's the best thing that happened to you, because everything happens for a reason.

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i hope it was good🥺🤍