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[youre-on-your-ownkid]

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#also that scene where he stuffs marshmallows in his mouth?? and that scene where he sniffs perfume?? so cute

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#5

Me rewatching the whole "I ended the world twice" for the 23050606th time:

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#4

the feminine urge to be a jane su or a shara wheeler or a nora holleran-

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#3

Crow babies

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#2

I went out after ages today. Finished my history revision. And i feel like God. Anygays i made these memes- The Euphoria meme™ Bollywood edition.

Shanti from Om Shanti Om:

Rancho from 3 idiots:

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My #1 post of 2022

Dustin's speech to Eddie's uncle was far more impactful than Mike's mOnoLoguE I said what I said

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[lilbadgyu]

I saw your requests are open -

Could you do Wonwoo thinking YN and Joshua are together? Kind of based on what Joshua said on Youngji's show about people taking his actions the wrong way (like opening her milk for her). Joshua is attentive and nice and YN is sweet and a good listener but they're just friends - two very American pals in Seoul. Wonwoo is a little discouraged but he has the wrong idea because YN is actually interested in someone else...

Thank you! Hope your getting back into writing here brings you lots of happiness 😊 @mykpopficblog

an: omg yes! lowkey that video with joshua and dk with youngji is one of my faves! (edit: i got the two videos mixed up 😭)

Friends: 전원우

✧˚ · . Friends by Chase Atlantic

Seventeen Master List Word Count: 909

✧˚ · .Warnings: jealousy? but not super jealous

✧˚ · . Summary: Wonwoo always has his eyes on you, seeing how you are around the other members, but starts to notice that you and Joshua are close.

✧˚ · .AN: i am sorry if there are any mistakes or weird spellings i just got my nails done and it's lowkey really hard to type lol

it was another day in the practice room, but it was getting close to the end; and that meant dinner. seungcheol came up with the idea that everyone joins dinner. it was friday night, and the team worked hard this week, and seungcheol wanted to treat you and the boys to take out.

you stood to the side, watching everyone pay close attention to the choreographer. they were rehearsing for their soon to be tour, and they wanted it to be perfect. you found it funny when they messed around, but yet they always got back on track. your eyes scanned the whole group, but they always landed on wonwoo. you two were close friends, but over the years you found yourself s,owly falling for him.

no matter what it was, he was beginning to catch your attention big time.

the boys were dismissed for a ten minute break, everyone rushing over to their stuff to get a drink of water; or even check their phones. joshua walked over, and you handed him his water. "well thank you, i hope that you're not bored already." joshua chuckled, taking a sip of his water.

"nope, you guys are very entertaining." you laughed along.

wonwoo;s head turned towards you direction, his water in his hands. his eyes locked on your smile as you talked to joshua, wondering what he said that made you laugh. "uh oh, someones jealous." dokyeom joked, putting his hand on wonwoo's shoulder.

"no i'm not, i'm just checking in on her." wonwoo dismissed quietly, his eyes still locked on you.

joshua sat next to you, scrolling through his phone while you two talked. wonwoo watched from the distance, he was quiet but his mind was speaking a million words a minute. he never asked about who you liked, or if you had a partner; he kept it to himself. wonwoo knew that you and joshua were close, and even friends for a longer amount of time. he knew that you two went to high school together, and that you would come visit whenever you were able to. just this last year you moved to korea to be closer to your high school best friend.

"hey shua," you said, catching joshua's attention, "do you know if wonwoo is seeing anyone?"

joshua was caught off guard, "whoa, wait... do you like wonwoo?" joshua replied.

"oh nevermind, i shouldn't of asked." you replied quickly, hiding your face in your knees.

joshua chuckled, "oh don't be embarassed, i promise you he is as single as single can be." he joked.

everyone was called back to finish up the last 30 minutes of practice. once they ran through ss many songs as they could, they called the end of practice.

everyone gathered their things, and all made their way out of the building. you and joshua walked together, discussing what you asked eariler. wonwoo walked with mingyu, his mind filled with millions of thoughts. "alright, what's on your mind?" mingyu asked wonwoo, breaking the silence.

"do you know if joshua and yn are... together?" wonwoo asked, his eyes locked on the back of your head.

"uhh, no i don't i just know that they've been friends for a long time." mingyu answered.

"that doesn't help." wonwoo sighed.

mingyu took a second to put two and two together, "oh my god you like yn." mingyu spoke wth excitement.

wonwoo nodded, "well, considering that her and joshua have been friends for a while; i'd say no, but who knows." mingyu shrugged.

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everyone gathered around the table, food was on the table; enough to basically feed a whole school. you were sat between joshua and wonwoo; wonwoo kept his body turned the other way. "hey woo, can you pass the noodles?" you asked,

no reply.

"woo, can you pass the noodles?" you asked again.

no reply yet again.

"jeon wonwoo can you pass the noodles?" you spoke up, wonwoo's atention instantly to you, grabbing the pot of noodles, "god, what is going on with you today?" you growled.

wonwoo got up, pushing his chair in so then you could get out. "what?" you asked.

"are you coming or not?" wonwoo asked.

seungcheol looked to you two, "what's going on?" seungcheol asked.

"nothing, we'll be back." wonwoo answered as you got up.

you two walked to where you weren't seen by the other members. "ight, are you going to explain?" you questioned.

wonwoo was faced away from you, he was quiet. you repeated your statement once again, but wonwoo kept turned around. "alright if you aren't going to answer, then i'm going to go back to dinner." you said, beginning to make your way back.

you felt him grab your arm, "are you and joshua together?" he asked quietly.

"what?" you asked.

"are you and joshua together?" he asked again, leaving a short pause between each word, his head down.

you couldn't believe what he was asking, "wait? what? where did you get that idea from?" you questioned.

"you two are always so close, and you only moved here because of him. you two have to be dating." wonwoo answered.

"you're joking right? you do know that joshua and i are literal best friends. i don't date my friends, and besides that i like someone else." you laughed softly.

wonwoo was taken back, "i bet it's mingyu."

you sighed with a shake of your head, "no silly, it's you. it's been you." you replied.

[static-symphony-fm]

you are in love (true love)

now playing: you are in love (taylor's version)

pairing: magnus chase x fem! reader

word count: 1.9k

summary: 5 people who knew magnus was in love with you before you did + 1 sword

an: FIRST FANFIC LETS FUCKING GOOOOO this took so long to write! I love how I accidentally made it blue themed even though that's magnus's least favorite colour 😭 its ok we all know he's canonically a 1989 girly

fun fact i actually took the first picture! i shit you not I was on a road trip with my family READING MAGNUS CHASE and I look up and see THAT SIGN and i SCRAMBLED to take a picture

content/ warnings: 5+1 things, background blitzstone bcs c'mon they're basically canon, shitty writing, kissing ooo spooky, magnus being a simp, there actually isn't a whole lot of reader in this x reader fic, minor allusions to sex stuff, a lot of swearing, weird use of perspective, i was trying to go for third person limited but magnus is the one it's limited to not reader? but reader is referred to using second person? sorry if it's confusing.

1. samirah al-abbas

  if someone had told magnus a year ago that in a couple month’s time, meeting for coffee weekly with one of his best friends and not getting kicked out of the overpriced coffee shop was going to be the most normal thing in his life, he wouldn’t have believed them. probably would have flipped them off, too, and stole their wallet as he walked away. but he’d like to think that he was a changed man, seeing as he was, in fact, in a hipster café in boston, trying not to make fun of all the fancy menu options. like, seriously? who orders a dragon fruit, pomegranate, and kale smoothie?

he realized he’d been thinking for too long and returned his attention to samirah, sitting across from him and discussing wedding plans for her upcoming marriage to amir as she sipped her latte. he noticed the way her eyes seemed to get brighter, and her entire body language conveyed how excited she was as she talked about him. magnus had a fleeting thought about how good it must feel to love someone so unconditionally like that, and have them love you back just as much. 

as if reading his mind, samirah finished her sentence and studied him, tilting her head as she seemed lost in thought, peering at him like he was a calculus problem she couldn’t quite figure out. 

after a few seconds, magnus broke the silence. 

“alright, it’s getting weird. why’re you looking at me like that?”

samirah snapped out of it, focusing on what he was saying.

“nothing, just… do you think you’ll ever get married?”

jeez, that was a loaded question. magnus narrowly avoided choking on his black coffee, swallowing and burning his throat before answering.

 “sam, i’m dead.”

“so? people get married in valhalla all the time. i have been to a very disproportionate amount of weddings in the two years i worked there.”

“yeah? how many of those end in divorce?”

samirah took a long drink of her coffee, swallowing it slowly as she responded.

“forever is a very long time, and no relationship is perfect, but wouldn’t it be better to have someone to spend that time with?”

“…i guess.” magnus accepted, lost in thought. truthfully, samirah was right, like always. if circumstances were different, if he hadn’t died at sixteen, he could imagine himself getting married. settling down. living in a cabin in the forest with two kids. 

a thought came into his mind, entirely of its own accord, of doing all of that with you. your laugh, your soft hair, the way your lips curled up and your eyes widened when you smile. you’d probably be a great mom.

whoa, what the hell? he should definitely not be thinking about getting married to his friend, what the fuck? that is not normal. 

he pushed the weird thought out of his mind as best he could, gulping his coffee and focusing on the burning in his throat and not what he was just thinking. samirah had gone back to talking about amir, and magnus was not going to think about marrying you any longer.

2. alex fierro

after nearly getting his head cut off by alex’s garrote for the third time that day, magnus needed a break. alex had decided that magnus needed to learn to fight without the help of jack, and it wasn't going too well for him. he collapsed on the bench next to alex, chugging half a bottle of water before even taking a breath. alex rolled her eyes. 

“it’s not that hard, you just aren’t fast enough.”

magnus managed to control himself and not say a snarky comment back, but it was a close call. instead, he ignored her, staring straight ahead and not engaging. unfortunately, you were in his direct line of sight, sparring with mallory only a few metres away. alex picked up on this quickly, nudging his side. 

“you like watching y/n fight, huh?” she teased, smirking. damn, why did she have to be so perceptive?

“what? no. shut up.” magnus replied quickly, trying to hide his blush. “i mean… she’s a good fighter. not like i like her or anything like that.” 

“mhm. suuuure you don’t.” alex replied, definitely not believing him. fuck.

“i’m telling the truth!” magnus protested. god, how was arguing with alex harder than physically fighting her? 

“yeah. did you see her necklace today? pretty, right?”

“she’s not even wearing a neck- fuck.” magnus said instantly, before catching himself. 

“go to hell.”  he swore, glaring at alex, who was grinning at him in a way that reminded him a little too much of her mother. 

“you first.”

      3 + 4. blitzen & hearthstone

“magnus? magnus?”

a pale hand reached in front of magnus face, waving and then snapping its fingers, bringing him back to reality. he blinked and looked around at hearth and blitz, sitting across from him in the dining room of the chase space. hearth took his hand back to sign finally, raising his eyebrows sarcastically.

“your head’s way up in the clouds, kid.” blitz remarked, drumming his short, well manicured fingernails on the table, his silver engagement ring glinting.  he was right. magnus definitely was pretty out of it lately. 

probably thinking about y/n, hearth signed. jeez, why did every conversation he had have to be about you? and no, he most certainly was not thinking about you and your pretty eyes and your delicate hands and the way your ass looked in those jeans you were wearing yesterday… jesus fucking christ, he needed to stop.

 he buried his face in his hands and groaned loudly, then raised his head back up so hearth could read his lips, hoping that his blush wasn’t as visible as it felt. 

“i am not thinking about her.” he lied through his teeth. 

“there’s nothing wrong with having a crush, you know.”

ugh, why did they have to act so much like his dads? 

“i don’t have a crush!”

“kid, you’re a terrible liar. everyone can see the way you stare at that girl. now remember, if you’re doing anything intimate, you gotta use protection…”

that’s it. magnus couldn’t stand up from the table fast enough

 “nope! this conversation is ending right now. good talk!”

5. annabeth chase

magnus and annabeth had been walking around new york for the past three hours, trying to make up for the ten years spent apart.  annabeth had shown him her favorite library, and pointed out a bunch of cool architecture in nearby buildings, with a promise to show him and his friends camp half-blood in the summer.

 they were currently taking a break, stopping for lunch at a falafel place that wasn’t quite as good as fadlan’s, but it was still falafel. magnus was enjoying listening to annabeth talk about her architecture projects– she was taking online classes to prepare for the higher level of new rome university’s program. 

magnus loved listening to her talk about things he didn’t understand. as a child he’d always thought she was a genius, the way she always solved puzzles and math problems easily. ten years later, that theory still held up, hearing her go on about a bunch of terms he didn’t understand.

“sorry, i’m probably boring you to tears. you wanna talk about something else?”

annabeth offered.

“no, it’s fine… i really don’t have a lot going on.” magnus replied, smiling politely.

“come on. there’s gotta be something interesting.” an idea seemed to come to annabeth.

“you have a crush on anybody?”

magnus swallowed. 

“no.”

but he was too slow. those steel gray eyes that matched his own were locked on him like a hawk, or maybe an owl. 

“yes, you do. come on. spill!”

magnus stayed silent. he was not telling his cousin about his crushes, but those metallic eyes stayed locked on him. he eventually gave up. annabeth could be scary when she wanted to be.

“fine. fine. her name’s y/n…”

+1. jack

 it was movie night at the chase space. was magnus ever gonna stop calling it that? no. it was cool. shut up. the credits were rolling on some disney movie that alex had insisted on, and everyone else was slowly but surely making their way to their rooms, yawning as they said their good nights. you had been sitting next to magnus on the couch the whole time, and suffice it to say that he had had some trouble concentrating on the film.  

it was just you and him, you in your nirvana t-shirt and gray sweat shorts, and in that moment, he decided to tell you.

 you got up to leave, waving at him, and in a feat of bravery so incredible it would be studied by historians for centuries to come, magnus managed to work up the nerve to speak up. 

“hey, uh, can i talk to you for a sec?”

“sure? what’s up?” you asked as you sat back down.

jesus, what had he gotten himself into? it’s ok, magnus, you got this. you beat loki in a flyting. you can talk to a pretty girl. 

“uh, i was just thinking… i just…” off to a great start, aren’t we? fuck off, voice in his head. he can do this. he took a deep breath.

“i really like you. you're gorgeous and funny and so insanely smart. i’m an atheist but i’m praying to god you feel the same way. will you be my girlfriend?”

you bit your lip, breaking eye contact as you looked off into the distance. fuck. you were gonna say no and then he was never gonna be able to talk to you again and he was gonna have to change his name and move to canada…

“can i kiss you?” 

what.

there were a million things magnus expected you to say, but that was none of them. he managed to stutter out a simple “please…” and then you leaned forward and your lips were on his and magnus chase died.

this felt more like the end of his life than being knocked off a burning bridge and drowning did. his heart was beating a million times a second, and he seemed to have forgotten how breathing worked. your lips were softer than anything he’d ever felt before.

 he managed to reciprocate a little, mostly acting on instinct, and all he could think about was how astronomically better this was than jackie molotov in the seventh grade.

what was he supposed to do with his hands? he was pretty sure that keeping them at his side was the wrong answer, so he moved one to your waist and the other one to the back of your neck, tangling it gently in your soft hair as his lips moved against yours.

gods, he could have stayed like that until ragnarök, but his stupid sword had to ruin the moment. jack started buzzing on his neck sleepily, seeming to have been woken up ungraciously. he hoped that you couldn’t feel it, but that was pretty unlikely, considering how close you were to him. jeez, he was blushing more and more every time he thought about that. 

eventually, you pulled away, smiling a little. 

“good night, magnus.”

he nodded, unable to form words, and managed to stand up and walk back to his room, wide eyed, operating on autopilot. he walked into his room and immediately collapsed backwards onto the bed, staring at the ceiling without blinking, completely still. not a thought passed through his mind for at least ten minutes, till he finally was able to reach up and pull jack’s pendant off of his necklace.

“dude, what happened to blades before babes!?!”

[sutimetravelau]

oh my god, I thought this au was dead dude, you don’t know how much it makes me happy that it’s still alive 😭😭 I remember when you started out and we all started to make hcs and stuff for the twoies and somehow we managed to create actual LORE and you started writing THE fanfic! I’m 16 now and as I was scrolling I thought wow what did I like before I became crazy abt dragon ball? … oh. OH. and immediately searched everywhere for this au HAHA. Your au left a big mark on my early teen years!!

whoa!!! thats crazy to hear tbh! always strange to get reminded that your work affects other ppl lmao. im happy ur still around n keeping up w my stuff tho :) and i hope that when the revamped ITT does come out u like it!

fr tho, y'all are a big part of this whole thing and I dont think I would've finished ITU or even made ITT if it hadn't been for y'all. most of the ITT cast is p much made by my followers jokes so!!! i owe a lot to u guys. :D

[destinyc1020]

Also, piggyback to the last anon, Tom is in dire need of some new fans, lol. That one blog here that deactivated was not a fan, and spidey fans are good, but that fanbase can be a lot, and often, they dismiss his version of Spiderman but to each their own For some ppl, this new nolan film night be their first time seeing Tom in a prestige blockbuster kinda like when I first saw Elvis, I wasn't familiar with Austin's work. Now I'm excited to see what he's up to. Idk if that makes sense. I'm not dismissing the Carrie diaries, I just wasn't aware of it before Elvis.

I'm more excited if him teaming up with Matt Damon. He's one of our last great actors who seems passionate about films as ppl love using those hot ones clip of him talking about the industry. When he worked with Cillian, him and Ben became producers of Cillian's current film out rn, and maybe he can get Tom to actually shoot the winner, lol. I don't trust that woman with those wigs in Sony, sorry. There are too many empty promises, like what's happening with Fred Astatire?

Also, I'm happy to see you back Destiny, it's queit since you took a break😭💓

Not "the lady with those wigs at Sony"!! Rofl 😂😂🤣 Omg, I nearly choked on the water I was drinking lol 😂

Speaking of Sony, I bought tickets to see "Venom 3" tomorrow night lol. 🤭 I like Tom Hardy, and friends were saying that they loved it, so I figured, why not? 😅

I'll let you all know my review lol.

Anyway, I totally agree with you. Working with Nolan and Matt is definitely going to open Tom up to some other fans (mostly film-loving fans) in the atmosphere, and I for one am here for it lol. 😅

We need some new fans of Tom that are actually into films and aren't just spidey/MCU fans, or stans who just want to engage in fandom wars with other actors all the time. 😒

And yea, you're so right. I had known of Austin for YEARS, but it was the "Elvis" role that really made me (and many others) sit up, take notice, and say "whoa". So yea, I def think that the same will happen with Tom, and he will take many by surprise. Tom is already mega-famous, so most people already know him by name. So that helps also.

I think he's going to gain way more appreciators after this role. Just my guess. 😊

Also, I'm happy to see you back Destiny, it's queit since you took a break😭💓

Thanks so much! 🥰 😘

[dyemelikeasunset]

omg hi hi are we on a sentimental / nostalgic train... bc i've been following you since a long time too!!!! i think i was like. 11? 12? when i first followed you on deviantart (i'm 23 now..!!) & you were my very first exposure to just. queerness and queer love in general. like i had no exposure to that growing up until i stumbled across you and bee on dA. and i am so glad i did because i learned so much about myself through your characters. like i think i kind of even skipped most of the self-loathing & self-rejection part of accepting my sexuality because your content gave me so much hope and reassurance? you and bee were such an inspiration to me and were like this beacon of knowledge and comfort during my formative years. wwait i hope that is not creepy .... i definitely do not mean it in a parasocial way!!! just in a really appreciative and whoa u guys r so cool way .... but yeah!!! im so happy to see you still making art. i just wanted to share the impact you've made on the little me 🥹 i wish nothing but the absolute best and forever happiness for you guys always!!!!!!!

no this wasn't creepy at all!! I'm actually so so touched that our work could help you circumvent the self-loathing part of coming out... that's!! so!! AUGH!! 😭😭😭

Thank you for telling us, and for reminding us that art can have a really positive impact on people's lives. It's hard to remind myself sometimes that what I do means anything, so I keep messages like this very close to my heart.

I hope you're healthy and happy!!

[slytherinshua]

HELLO!!!!

so ive been dead for a couple weeks (okay im sorry but school is kicking my ass)

BUTTTT IM BACK!!!!

And SO ARE YOU!!!

zanna pls the hao fic 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

idk whether to cry or kick my feet bc wTFFFF

how are you so g o o d (you obviously worked super hard and thats so cool of you)

ALSO

CINEMA PARADISE AND 19.99 CB!!!!!!

okay so i heard good so bad right? amazing song. 10/10 and thEn i watched the mcountdown kill the romeo performance and immediately went wHOA because why did that song hIT SO HARD LIKE?!?!??! Cinema paradise is such a ricky era (to me) bc his aura was off the roof he was so super noticable (even though he was worried bc of the hair dyeing :( he still stood out so much!) Also hao was so super good zb1 keeps getting better!!

OKAY NOW LISTEN

IM NOT THE BIGGEST ONEDOOR AROUND HERE OKAY BUT IVE LISTENED TO THEIR ENTIRE DISCOGRAPHY AND WATCHED ALL THEIR PERSONAL CONTENT AND CAN I JUST SAY DANGEROUS AND NICE GUY ARE SO GOOD LIKE BND NEVER MISSES WHAT THE HECK

Taesans line in dangerous had me actually pulling out my earphones bc wtf why was that so good i was h o o k e d the secomd that song started and then nice guy was just also really good like?!?!?!? H O W do you slay that hard like whoa

ANYWAY HI ZANNA I MISSED YOUUUUUU

im glad you're out of your mini slump!!! (i have so many ideas and i want to write but i have no t i m e!!! i dont like school 😐)

-🌱 (bc you said youd miss this <3)

im sorry i rambled on a bit but yeah !!!

HI HAFS OMG!!!! omg it has been a while but dw i understand :((( school is out to get us all istg im so tired and its only the beginning of the year... AND LIKE I THOUGHT I WAS GOING CRAZY W THAT WRITERS BLOCK HOLY SHIT LIKE I COULD NOT FUNCTION WITHOUT MY DELUSIONS BEING MY ESCAPE 😭😭😭😭😭😭

BUT AAAA IM GLAD U LIKED IT <333333 thank you ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️ ugh i remember like before i even properly stanned zb1 i was thinking about which members would fit studio ghibli boys and let me see if i can remember all the pairings.... honestly i think these ranged from most accurate (first 4-5) to zanna is running out of ghibli boys to assign

zhang hao as seiji

i think i had taerae as tombo back then but now i feel like it fits gyuvin more :((

NOW RICKY AS HOWL CAUSE WHO ELSE WOULD HE BE

and yujin as sho!!! cause look theyre literally the same skdfjksd could 100% see yujin in an arrietty storyline to me hes just the embodiment of teen youth like coming of age stories rly fit him so well

gunwook as pazu bcuz i have to satisfy my childhood crush and my current crush (also they look the same fight me)

honestly jiwoong as jiro???

taerae as asbel now (literally i don't remember anything about asbel but they look kinda similar so we're going w it)

hanbin as ashitaka bcuz i just think theyre both hot like that 🤕🤕🤕

which leaves matthew as sosuke cause i haven't watched the boy and the heron yet so idk whether that might fit better but yeah... BUT TELL ME WHY THEY KINDA HAVE SIMILAR VIBES ANYWAY SO??

now can we also appreciate how i tried to match the pics as close as i could thank you thank you anyway enough abt zb1 and ghibli boys

YES CINEMA PARADISE WAS SO GOOD!!! good so bad literally their best title track to date AND SAME W BND. i think nice guy is their best to date and ive seen a lot of ppl who like dangerous more than nice guy which is valid i also love dangerous BUT IMO NICE GUY IS PERFECT AND BETTER THAN DANGEROUS???? 👹👹👹

ricky will always stand out no matter what !!!!! even tho his hair was plain it still drew attention to him like the contrast of black hair to his skin is crazy and he looks like a whole prince (when does he ever not) BUT OMG HAO IN THE MV WRECKED ME SOOOO HARD like i think good so bad mv is the reason why hao is #2 in zb1 ranking for me rn skdfjskdfs ALSO CAN WE TALK ABT PURPLE GUNWOOK CAUSE NO IM STILL NOT OVER PURPLE GUNWOOK even tho hes had it for a while now i still look at it and then die skdfjksdhfks

IF THERES ONE THING BONEDO WILL DO ITS RELEASE BANGERS EVERY TIME!!! i swear they always stay true to their sound and concept and i LOVE that about them. every song feels SO boynextdoor but at the same time they try different sounds and tell different stories with each song. i also just adore their storytelling in their mvs and songs its so good every time!!!! and im excited to see what they release next bcuz it seems theyre doing a youth concept now that theyre done their falling in love trilogy

awwww nooo i hope u find time soon 👹 it can be so hard to find time to write sometimes istg.... but you'll manage i believe in u !!! KSDJFKSD I DID MISS IT OMG

[petitelepus]

Hello ! I saw my favourite au is open and your works are super amazing !😻 I have a little bit darker request if you don't mind <3 IDW Deadlock getting a female human pet to fill his "needs" because cybertronian femmes became too boring for him so he wants to try something new but the human is obviously scared so he tries to calm them but often fails

OR if you don't feel like writing this one i have this ❤️ <3 Lost Light Swerve and Brainstorm reacting to humans having different hair and skin colors. Like albino human or a black human. Ginger (i'm ginger myself with freckles too <33 ), black, blonde and brown hair colors, long and short so they just examine them being fascinated😭

Pick any you feel like writing ! Thank you and i hope i didn't write too much😭❤️

Brainstorm is so in awe that people can also change their appearance like Cybertronians can change their frames or paint jobs! It's up to you to explain to him that while humans actually can't change their skin tone, they can do a lot with their hair.

So you are telling him that you can cut your hair and it will grow back? Amazing! Can you also cut off a limb and grow it back like some lizards or aliens?

No, only hair? Wait, it takes time? How long? Months if not years!? That is way too slow!

The scientist tried to come up with a gun that can both make your hair grow and dye it for you, but Perceptor confiscated it when he learned that it worked as an actual gun also.

Brainstorm might be a little bummed by it, but you suggest that he gets to decide your new hairstyle and color and he gets excited again, asking you if you can turn it into rainbow mohawk?

Whoa there, let's start with a small trim and maybe some bolder color like red or maybe even teal like his paint job?

Swerve is familiar with humans having different colored hairs and skin tones, but seeing it in real life and not through his datapad's screen is a totally new experience.

If you look you can catch him admiring your hair from afar, paying extra attention when you pull your fingers through your hair or when you are playing with the strands of it.

It just looks so soft and smooth... Swerve is a little sad that he is so chubby, his servos included because he would love to play with your hair and try different hairstyles on your hair...

You take pity on him and ask if he would like to decide on your next style? He could be the fashion judge while Skids, he learned how to do hair after one tutorial from Youtube, does your hair?

This makes Swerve so happy and you immediately notice that Swerve has pretty good taste.

He is up to modern human styles and colors, but you can tell that he is leaning more toward reddish colors much like his paint job. In the end, you come out looking super cute or handsome, whichever you prefer to be called as.

Mechs and femmes left and right compliment your hair and ask where you came up with that style and you point in Swerve's direction and the bartender is happy to tell what your hair color and your cut represent in human society.

[andiwriteordie]

Okay so I've only been like vaguely reading most of the atla au asks (I'm with family bc it's break) so idk Everything that's been said (so sorry if I accidentally contradict smt or ask smt that's already been answered) also I love the scene with Joyce trying to make will breathe and all that implies afterwards bc. Ow. Breathing.

Anyways, I know avatars learn in a specific order and reincarnate in that order so El would be learning air last (like Korra did) and like Korra, I imagine she learned earth and fire fairly quickly but has difficulty with air... Like imagine Henry trying to teach her 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 what a mess lol. But then imagine like. Will being the one to help teach her it like wonder twins 😭😭

Like what if El knew all the bendings Except for air and that's also why she failed at actually defeating Henry the first time they fought? Like she never figured out how to airbend and when they had the initial confrontation (after Henry already tried + failed to teach her airbending) she didn't kill him bc he still knew how to use airbending to live or smt idk. But also in s1 she still doesn't know air very well so she can't reach into the spirit world and get will herself??? Like idk. But eventually will is the one to Properly teach her airbending... (And him saying it's all due to Jon's teachings 😭😭😭)

Yeah just. Wonder twins. Trauma and all that ✌️✌️

Ngl I never finished LoK (I watched the first 2 seasons and like half of 3??? And I don't even remember atla bc it's been a few years.) So I don't really know/remember all the avatar Lore lol. I'm just here bc I love aus and world building and angst and your writing and st and nostalgia lmao 👏👏

TOY HI I'M HERE AND I WILL ANSWER YOUR QUESTIONS NOW SORRY IT TOOK A MINUTE.

WHOA NOW THAT IS A CONSIDERATION THAT I HADN'T THOUGHT OF. @messrsbyler are you seeing this? what if henry had been the one to begin el's airbending training? literally that would be so fucking cool and it's perfect because in st canon we see how much el's powers mirror henry's and like??? yes. i love this. and then that's perfect because it gives henry the perfect opportunity to begin to try and manipulate el for his own gain.

also will eventually teaching el about bending? what if i cried. what if i CRIED? it's the way that el in this world has been so traumatized by her bending. her bending has been the representation of her abuse, and she didn't know about the importance of her role as the avatar until she met the party. so now, she has to be this hero that the world needs, and god. she doesn't know how to be this incredible master of all four elements when she hates her bending and it scares her when she uses it? but but but but then, through her relationships with the party, it helps to heal her trauma. the party, who represent the four elements and the nonbenders of the world, show her the beauty and the strengths and the goodness of what bending can be.

and none of them are very good at bending either, which like wow. talk about the juxtaposition between the freaking avatar being one of your best friends and then you're a bender who is just okay? dustin can't bend and has always been insecure about being the only one who can't do it. max never really got formal training because her family couldn't afford it, and what if the earthbending was from her dad? her dad, who walked out on her when she was just a kid. she wishes she could've been born a firebender, because she feels like a firebender, and earthbending just doesn't feel like it fits her. lucas excels at healing, but he has to work 3x as hard to get combat waterbending down. he gets embarrassed when the kids at school make fun of him, because it's still viewed as weaker to be a healer, a caretaker, instead of a fighter. mike has never ever been good at firebending, especially not compared to his protege of an older sister. he can't seem to move past the basics, and he burns things, and he's reckless and destructive with his bending. will always loved his bending until he was kidnapped by another airbender and was left traumatized and terrified of the very air he breathes and bends and used to love so much?

the party needs el, just as much as she needs them. and these kids, all of whom don't seem like they have much to offer—especially to the avatar—show her the best parts of what their elements represent. dustin shows the versatility and the importance of nonbenders, because he's flexible. he's the jack of all trades. he's the mastermind and a strategist, and as he grows healthier, he helps all of them remember their value doesn't come from their bending either. max shows the beautiful steadiness and stability that the earth provides. the strength and the resilience that comes from the earth—that though it may get weathered and worn down, it inherently does not change, and max doesn't either. a cornerstone for the party. lucas shows the adaptability, the willingness to change and become better, and the focus of community and love. he can rage like the ocean and his temper is dangerous, but he's also quick to learn from his mistakes and bring that sense of peace and community back to the party. mike is the driving force of the party—the fire and the determination that propels them forward. he's their guiding light, the one who sees the way forward, and the one who makes sure that they get there... together. he's their heart! and will, sweet will who has suffered so much but who also seems to understand el the best, struggles to relearn what freedom means in the aftermath of his own trauma. how does an airbender relearn the concept of freedom when his own control was ripped from him? how does an airbender find the joy of the free fall and the unknown and the never-ending mystery of the sky when he's seen the darkest parts of the unknown? when freedom turned into chaos and was used again him? he and el go on this journey together, as two kids who suffered through similar (but not the same) traumas, and they find their freedom and their joy together.

okay so i only just finished LoK like 2 years ago in the pandemic, and i would say if you have the time, definitely watch s3. it's by far my favorite of the 4 seasons, and while the og series will always be my favorite, i think s3 of LoK is fantastic. i always like a lot of the themes that s4 brings with discussing korra's ptsd and her humanity? so that's cool too!

oof, if you (and anyone else who read this) made it to the end, congrats. sorry that was so damn long lol

[hesitationss]

earlier today my sister saw the little rilakkuma digi painting i did and was like 'WHOA you're actually good!' which was nice to hear but also like ... i semi professionally draw and design things for money and have been doing this since my first paid commercial article in 2016 😭 like i also mention whenever i get fine arts or public art work so my family doesn't think i'm being lazy and only watching anime and eating snacks when i lock myself in my studio or something (altho i def watch things while i work). obviously i like hearing that members of my family think i'm good but lol I've been doing this for years?? i literally teach other adults and children how to do art for half of the week 😭 why are u so surprised

[phoenixphireinc]

With more reading, I’m learning that I have a gifted child.

Whoa. What a responsibility. I had no clue he was “gifted”. I just figured he wanted to know what’s relevant to him at this stage and the most upcoming.

Maybe it’s me pushing him. ..no, it can’t be.

If Cato didn’t want to learn ASL, he wouldn’t have. If he didn’t want to know his colors and shapes, he wouldn’t have. If Casimir Dominous didn’t want to ditch the diaper, he wouldn’t have.

Idk. This is a lot to take in! My micropreemie at 2lbs 2oz, 3 months early, with my Ehler’s Danlos Syndrome impacting his umbilical cord and rotting his placenta, determined to come out at 3:33p/c..

..is “gifted”???

Y’know, some parts of this journey haven’t been totally by surprise. Like him coming early. Having EDS and losing many pregnancies, I knew there was a high chance for complications. I was on bed rest for two and a half months. I kept having visions of and inklings to do research on preemies and how early they can be delivered. My Son was delivered four weeks older than the youngest baby to be birthed. I consumed turkey tail and lion’s mane mushroom pills when pregnant with him. I took two every other day, once a day. I was just trying to supplement what my EDS could possibly damage/ warp. Dominous’s Curriculum has been planned out long before I knew he’d be in my womb.

So I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. What’s next? He’s got a great anointing and favor over his life, too?! 😂

Well, bring it on, Lord! My heart is shaking because I don’t want to share my precious little Meepy with the world but.. ..if these are the facts like I’ve witnessed them to be, then I ain’t got time to be nervous or leery. You trusted me with this boy for a reason and I am at Your service, Father God.

Like, my Son communicates like a 3yr old that’s on target, developmentally. Most children don’t want to use the potty on their own, I’m realizing, until after 2 years old! That’s outrageous, to me.. ..I potty trained myself by that age. And ridiculous. I didn’t go to daycare until I could speak, which was a safe and smart decision on part of my Parents. My guy can really comprehend and execute two- and three-part instructions. That is mindblowing!!! ..now that I think about it…

His being “gifted” seems “normal” to me. As if it’s what I anticipated, inside of myself somewhere. We even astral project into each other’s dreams cognizantly. Whhhhiiiilllld!

It.. ..happened last night, again, actually.

But we’ve been doing that since the womb, always accurately communicating telepathically. I miss that. I always miss that. Feeling your fetus smell through your nose, taste with your tongue, hear with your ears.. ..see with y o u r eyes. It’s a trippy ass feeling, for sure! But when you get used to it, it’s very saddening to have to detach from.

I miss being one person with my Son.

Thinking about today: Daddy and I were in the kitchen while Cato was upstairs. He got so pissed!

Meep said: C’mon man! Y’all go’n stop leaving me up here!

Then he started spitting like he was cussin us out 😭😭😭😭🤣

Well-audible sentences, too! 🤣

I set up a play area for him but he’s not that interested yet. So instead I ordered his play tent and his urinal, cause I’m raising an 11 Month Old - 8 Months Adjusted - grown man.

Secretly, he’s very disappointed I didn’t get his wooden work bench. My Virgo Moon is ready to work, honey! I can see him now: som’n piss him off and he go’n go pretend to saw some wood to build him a tree house so he doesn’t have to “live under my roof”. 😂

I just love him! I’m blessed. My Son is a ginormous gift I’m still processing; because, well, I didn’t get the entire 9 Months gestation with him. Tbch, I was glad everything happened the way it had, bc I was over being pregnant by the sixth month. I wasn’t pressed for him to be a preemie, I was just anxious to interact with my flower.

This guy used to tickle me, on purpose, from inside my body! And would just be so happy to feel me giggling. 🤭 I was trying to go to sleep and he just tickled and tickled until I was in uproarious laughter!

Last week, he tickled me several times in our sleep. 🤣 (I just snorted, trying not to laugh.) Cause he tickled my tummy thrice, then tickled my arm, neck, and ear.

..I am crying laughing rn.

But that wasn’t the only night. He did it three nights in a row! 😭😭😭😭 I love having such a fun, hard working man for a Son. His character and constitution are protruding, and I really love the kind of man he is. My Son is the kind of guy who doesn’t need anyone or anything but the people he loves and the tools he needs to be his most successful Self. He’s whole. He’s complete. He’s resilient. He has good strong character. He’s noble and wise.

Yes. I can tell all of this at 11 Months!

Like, thank You Lord, my favor and anointing hasn’t run out with You!

[deadlycupid]

Honestly nobody can blame you for picking the vampire costume for Nico, it does seem like it would fit him so well ! And all the others also ofc aaa and the whole lil Halloween story is so fun too (if you were to write it all out I'd eat that up and I know others would too!! Your writing is amazing!)

also whoa crocheting a whole doll sounds like so much work :O but I'm sure it'll turn out amazing!! (Especially after seeing the lil nüsschen you did) will you post it once you did it? Id love to see!!

ahh thank you so much! honestly I would love to write something for my characters but like I said I’m pretty occupied with writing my fanfic (I want to finish it this year since I’ve been writing it for over a year now and a lot of people are waiting for it (I absolutely hate the pressure but I think I did it to myself 💀))

maybe after the whole fanfic thing I’ll be able to write some sweet cozy Tommy and Nico again 😭

about the second thing, uhm, I’ve been crocheting stuffed animals for my friends as birthday presents for the past years so I guess I’m used to the process by now but yeah crocheting the clothes and all the different parts could be a challenge

Here are some other things I’ve crocheting so far:

also I’m currently crocheting a spider web top so it will take me some time to actually get a round and crochet the Nico doll but I’ll definitely post pictures once I’m actually working on it!!

[thegeminisage]

still spoilers

ok, so on my way to the last non-gerudo memory i found some sky islands and got my last piece of diving gear!

i also lost a bunch of data from my interactive map bc apparently i keep getting logged out every 6 seconds. so i have to re-enter all of that now :/

a thought occurs to me. in the opening sequence i saw a dragon flying around in the sky. and i was like haha it's naydra i wanna go see naydra

was it. was it. oh my god

the thing about this whole situation is, zelda lived in 100 years of fucking purgatory trapped inside hyrule castle. and every single day she lived with regret. "i've left them all to die." and 100 years is an impossibly long time, but the human mind, with a human lifespan, can ALMOST comprehend it

ten. thousand. years.

she had to watch the calamity happen twice. if there is anything left of her inside her dragon mind, she had to watch hyrule fall a second time without being able to prevent any of it. she had to watch link die again. her father. her champions. except she's a big fuckoff dragon and who even knows if she's still "her"

TEN. THOUSAND. YEARS.

that said, her and ganon both being "sealed" that long...really throws a wrench in the current lore of reincarnation. How Does That Work. i wanna believe a piece of her soul broke off and went on to live all those lives so she wasn't just trapped in dragon mode forever but like. i am for sure making that up. nintendo why, just when you made a coherent timeline, did you have to FUCK IT ALL UP AGAIN!!!!!

alright. i'm normal. i think i checked off all my shit. i'm going to get this fucking memory

god this little area looks so FUCKING different. i barely recognize where i am...

ok. bracing myself once again

BUT YOU ARE NOT ALONE wow from the trailer!!!!! who'd've guessed it'd be the sister saying it and not sonia

BIG FUCKOFF DOOR? FROM THE TRAILER? TEMPLE OF TIME (fake version)???

ROOM BEHIND THE FORGOTTEN TEMPLE............

secret stones..........................ok that was cool. esp knowing they are voiced by the 4 champions

WHOA it's sasan from the poorly translated letter in a bottle quest! what a cool find. this cave has tides in it so finley left him behind lol

at least his dialogue stopped being so creepy lol

oh this is a REAL bad escort mission. this game isn't supposed to tell you "can't" so why can't i just move the damn boat with ultrahand?!

got my ATTACK UP armor!!! finally

i'm actually putting off trying again re the master sword...i dont know if im Ready. i am still missing one memory.................

but the gerudo highlands are too close to what i don't wanna be doing until i've explored more!

BUT SHE'S WAITING FOR ME

hard choices!!!!!!!!!!

from lookout landing i noticed there was a glow above the fake temple of time...i wonder wtf even

!!! i thought it would be impossible to get up here but there's a construct here! wtf! i needed pretty much no stamina at all, i could've done this in the tutorial...

oh man there's a TEST...i light three fires and return within 12 hours lol

this sounds hard 😭 but what the hell, might as well try once before bed

wh

DO IT WITHOUT LEAVING THE TEMPLE ROOF? theres no way

okay yeah no im coming back tomorrow with a walkthru lol. rip

[liopleurodean]

Season 3, Episode 16: No Rest For The Wicked

Disclaimer: my mom absolutely refuses to rewatch this episode, for reasons that are (I hope) abundantly clear (just because there's plot armor doesn't make major character death any less painful)

He be zooming

Whoa. Hellhound sight is contrasted to high heaven

PTSD, before it happens!

Burro something

Hah! You wish

Well yeah. It'll be okay. But he's still going to Hell

Dean, your trauma is showing

Fancy

Valid concerns

Ruby!

They both have good points

Dean's the one dying, I say do it his way

Sam. You idiot

Hi Ruby!

At least she called them pretty

Liar

Actually, it is god-given, in a way

At least she knows it

Yoda asdfghjkl

That's gonna happen

NOT THE MUSICAL REFERENCE

He is anything but spineless

She is not having it

Niiice

Devil's Trap babyyy

Shut your piehole

It's probably true, knowing them. But you can't think like that

You can't play ping pong with the Winchesters

Always has been

Exactly

Dean's figured it out

EYE OF THE TIGER ASDFGHJKL

Moonlight as a six-year-old, apparently

Poor guy

Whoaaa that's so weird

Nope

That's just horrifying

BABYYYY WHATS WRONG GIRL

BOBBY HOW DARE YOU

That's funny, I was just at prom

FAMILY DONT END WITH BLOOD

Hah, Bobby's got him

No chick-flick moments, Sam

WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE

Bon Jovi rocks--on occasion!

Jensen can sing better than this, it kills me

Get it, Sam!

Oh great, busted by the cops on his last day

*le gasp* BABY HAS A BROKEN TAILLIGHT? DEAN HOW COULD YOU

Ouch

Good instincts

That's whack

I guess that makes sense

What an eloquent way to put it

That girl is gonna be so overloaded with sugar

Oh, he's gonna die

Poor guy

Wow, Dean

That is so useful

Sorry, Dean

I was half expecting her to be reading Revelation or something

Hey, their Latin is getting more accurate

Stealth mode

Ruby, not now

Dean!

Bon Jovi? Really?

Yeah, Dean slamming against the chain-link fence was pretty loud

Nice!

And they weren't even allowed to move her?

They know

Or that works

Why did he move it like that?

Do it, Sam

That was close

No you don't, Ruby

Yes you are, Sam

Live. It's all you can do

Always take care of Baby, she's priority number one

We know, Ruby

That's a slow dog

That's not gonna hold forever

I should've known

That's just weird

I wish I could see what Dean sees

That's weird

Muddie Buddies is the preferred term

Oh, I don't think I can watch

The look on Dean's face 😭

What was that?

It doesn't work on him

Too late :/

Oh, Dean...

Poor Sam

His eyes are REALLY green

That is not what I imagined Hell would look like

Oh, I don't know how much of that I can take

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 89

Free To Be You and Me

The weather is starting to get a little crazy like it did last weekend when my power was threatening to go out, so noon is the perfect time to watch…will it kill my previously functioning executives? Probably

“Free To Be You and Me”

Plot Description: Not sure he trusts himself anymore, Sam gives up hunting. Meanwhile, Dean teams up with Castiel to find the Archangel Raphael

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: No one died

I could never be a Sam girlie but I will say I understand him in this moment. I can’t decide if he means “I won’t make the mistakes that cost me everyone I’ve loved again” or “I won’t be close enough to anyone ever again so the prospect of their death can’t be used against me. If I have no ties to anyone, no one can get hurt because of me”

Couldn’t he have just become the new Ash? Not that Ash is replaceable, he most certainly isn’t, but he could have gone with Ellen and Jo and been their research guy, their “i’ll figure out the omens so other hunters can go hunt” guy.

This montage of Dean hunting and Sam bartending…I hate seeing them apart

CAS STANDS SO. CLOSE. TO HIM. PLEEEEASE

“Me and Sam are taking separate vacations for a while” because he knows Sam WILL come back. 😭😭😭

Castiel, I love you so much, but this feels like a bad plan. You’re going to go find the ARCHANGEL who HAD ALREADY KILLED YOU ONCE and…and somehow trap and interrogate him? Babes, please

“I need your help because you’re the only one who will help me” should go in the canon of gut wrenching ship lines with the likes of “who did this to you?” and “I didn’t know where else to go”

And to have “whoa! whoa! Last time you zapped me some place, I didn’t poop for a week” follow it barely seconds later….*gestures grandly* Supernatural.

See? He can’t help but see the omens. I mean, they ARE all over the place because it IS the APOCALYPSE (how fortunate to be watching apocalyptic episodes on the 10th anniversary of the Mishapocalypse)

You didn’t teach him how to hold the fake FBI badge?? Bestie, what the fuck did you DO on the car ride there?? Not ONE lesson on how to be human? How to pass for an FBI agent?? Come on…

Ohhh. Oh Cas…oh no, Dean, where are you taking my precious angel on his last night on earth??

Those hunters aren’t coming back, are they??

Oh so Sam DID mean the “not forming any more ties to people” way while Dean is still fully expecting him back at some point. I hate this show (affectionate)

“This is a den of iniquity. I should not be here.” I love him.

Sometimes I hate the writers, and sometimes they send Cas to….I genuinely can’t tell what this location actually is (strip club but like high end? Brothel of dome type? I am VERY VERY ACE) and meet a woman doing sex work going by the name Chastity.

Aaaaaand the writers ruined it again…ooooo women in sex work having daddy issues. It’s cliche af

This girl doesn’t know Sam broke the last seal that kickstarted the apocalypse

Dean…stop antagonizing the archangel. Just because he don’t kill you because you’re Michael’s vessel

Yeah……I knew at least one of those hunters was gonna eat it. Gruesomely.

“You remember the 20th century. You think the 21st is going any better?” Raph’s got a point from where I’m sitting in 2023

Is there ANYONE ON THIS SHOW WHO DOESNT HAVE DADDY ISSUES? And yes. I AM talking about Raphael here

Bet Lindsey is regretting wanting to know Sam’s life story now…

Her little gasp! Like she’s never seen a bar fight! Girl, please!!

Dean continuing to call an archangel a ninja turtle is so funny

Ouch! “I’ve had more fun with you in the past 24 hours than I’ve had with Sam in years. And you’re not that much fun” Dean said a burn on both of you

The Deanificatiom of Touya/the Touyafication of Dean agenda continues…

Stop taking away Sam’s hope, dream/ghost Jess!!! Oh…you know, when I saw mark’s name in the credit but then there’s only like 2 minutes left. Yeah, that’s the devil talking, Sammy. Literally

And now we get the drop that Sam is Lucifer’s true vessel.

“Been On My Mind…”: I mean, Lindsey was throwing herself pretty hard at Sam, but he wasn’t biting. 7?

[meowzfordayz]

apple of my eye

Author’s Note: hello, hi, heyo! This is written w/ connotations of being in the USA. Update: on pg 4 atm (2am), and haven’t even gotten to the actual details of the request yet LMAO. 😭 Pacing’s being uncooperative, but at least it’s fluffy as heck. 😇 Update: on pg 5 (3am), and finally getting to the actual details of the request. 😆 Update: on pg 7 (2pm), and it’s finished !! 🥳 

apple of my eye

Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader

Word Count: ~2,700

CW: explicit language, mild sexual content

Request Fulfilled: Hey,

I hope you’re fine 😊

I loved your last writing with Kyojuro.

It makes me cry so much.

It was a great work !

CanI request a Teacher Reader x Kyojuro History Teacher in the same school ?

Reader is in a relationship with Kyojuro, she works in the same highschool than him. She loves to tease Kyojuro by saying to the students they have in common some History fake news

(like Mermaids were real and The Vikings exhanged products with them).

And when the class end, the students run to Kyojuro to ask him if this is all true.

Kyojuro can’t takes it anymore 😂

I hope this is okay with you 😊

~faqs~

Recess: also known as The Golden Hour (well, technically, The Golden Half an Hour). Although, to be fair, most of elementary school is essentially Golden. Art projects? Baking soda volcanos? Learning songs? Reading buddies? Certainly, you schedule in structured academic lessons as well, but your general approach to teaching is immersive, interactive, and fun, fun, fun — Golden! Does it help that teaching elementary school grants you greater flexibility and control over your curriculum and in class activities? Sure. But do other teachers take… a different, approach?

Absolutely.

Exhibit A: your dearest Kyojuro.

“Rengoku,” you stand in his classroom’s doorway, fingers interlocked anxiously in front of you, trying to maintain a professional expression.

“[last]!” he smiles brightly, sitting at his desk—noting how the lovely color of your shirt accents the lovely color of your eyes—Whoa. Breathe. Focus, Kyojuro! “What brings you here?” What a pleasant surprise!

You restrain a sharp diss [y/n], this isn’t about you, “I have a couple of questions, actually. Do you have a moment?”

He nods. You stride to his desk, consciously willing your fingers to fall to your hips. He’s pretty you involuntarily muse, your logic and reason short circuiting as cedar and sandalwood envelops you. He smells delicious you frown faintly, subconsciously memorizing the curl of his fiery, tied hair, delighted by how perfectly stray tendrils frame his welcoming face. Stop! What the hell? Focus, [y/n].

“What grade do we teach, Rengoku?” the corner of his mouth twitches at your aggression.

“We teach fourth grade, [last],” he’s slightly confused.

“Exaaactly.” To hell with polite pretenses. “We teach fourth grade, so why are we making children cry? In fourth grade?”

He’s very confused, “We… make children, cry?”

Rolling your eyes, you lean toward him, palms flat on his desk, “No, Rengoku. You, make children cry. And I swear: if I have one more of your students visit me, eyes glistening, because you’re treating them like goddamn middle schoolers, then you’ll face a lot more than an angry coworker. They have another year of elementary, middle school, high school, and likely college, to stress the fuck out — no need to start them so early.”

He’s dumbfounded. Needs a second. A long second. To process you leaning toward him. To process and shatter at your words. I’m making my students cry? He’s aghast. They’re always chatting, laughing, and participating in class he ponders frantically Could it be their homework? His eyes narrow But if I’m making my students cry, then surely an upset parent would have contacted me? You study his actions closely, ready to pounce at any sign of apathy, but the narrowing of his eyes, the tensing of his jaw… you almost regret your harshness as dismay furrows his brows.

“I… was unaware, of this situation,” his usually radiant volume is… quiet. Ashamed. “Nobody has brought this to my attention,” he swallows thickly, “And I-” he exhales shakily, “I thought nothing was amiss.”

Of course, he believes you: if you claim his students are crying, then they’re crying. You’re acquainted, classrooms side by side. He can still fondly recall his first day a couple years ago: you’d greeted him enthusiastically, swearing to be “neighborly” and that “if you need anything, then don’t hesitate to visit — I’m right next door”. He’d visited so frequently, that you’d eventually remarked, “I’m getting the feeling that you need me.” He’d turned an alarming shade of pink, stammering, “Oh, no, not at all! I do not mean to discomfort you, [last]! Thank you for the extra staples!” Did that encounter deter his frequent visits? Nope! You’d waved him off good naturedly, hoping he hadn’t recognized your embarrassment (he hadn’t, too distracted by his own explicit, guilty fantasies). You’re a wonderful teacher — he knows you’re the favorite, and is happy for you to retain that title. An honest coworker. Humorous. Intelligent. Mesmerizing. Beautiful. Disappointed in him.

“Rengoku…” you’re soft, a possibility forming, “You had no idea?”

“Truly,” he’s firm. Assured.  Genuine. Vulnerable.

“Well,” and then you’re reaching, thumb brushing along his tense jaw.

He shudders. You squeak, immediately retracting your thumb. Fuckfuckfuck. He clears his throat. Loudly.

“What, what was, what did, you had, what else, an additional…” Look what you’ve done to me Kyojuro groans inwardly, albeit not discontentedly. He’s flustered.

You collect yourself, proud at the minimal quivering in your voice, “Perhaps… I jumped to conclusions. You’re simply the type that no one wants to let down.”

He doesn’t understand.

“Rengoku, your students visit me with their unfinished homework… it’s too difficult for them. We teach fourth grade. Homework should be an extension of in class — not a tear worthy challenge,” you shrug, “But, since I’m the only one who’s scolded you thus far, I’m going to assume you’re an amazing teacher otherwise,” you chuckle lightly, “Your students don’t want to tattle on you.”

That… makes sense. Phew. … Wait. They assist my students? They care about… my students? They care about… me?

“I owe you my thanks [last],” Kyojuro flashes his signature smile, “For assisting my students when I failed them, and for informing me.”

His statement lacks resentment entirely. He’s impressed. Relieved. Grateful. Enamored.

“You, you didn’t-” now you’re flustered, “You didn’t fail them Rengoku! You received my graceless criticism quite humbly, and I presume will follow up accordingly?”

“I will! I plan to review previous homework, and make future adjustments…” he bulldozes ahead, foggy on the lingering warmth from your thumb, “Could we get tea sometime?” he continues, “You seem to have a better schema for what is appropriate for homework, and it would be my pleasure to learn from you.”

You gape at him, your response escaping from its cozy nook in your heart before you can wrangle it back, “Alright, Rengoku. I’m available this weekend. Where and when?”

Fast forward six months, and he’s Kyojuro, Kyo — your Kyo. He’s your stolen kisses in the teachers’ lounge; your breath of fresh air walking into your classroom after your final student heads home for the day; your go-to “coworker” to swap student nightmares and successes with—not that your students are ever awful, but they can definitely be headache inducing.

“Rengoku!” a student runs to Kyojuro as he watches the school yard.

Recess, also known as The Golden (Half an) Hour, consists of a handful of teachers and a plethora of students. Oftentimes, your students’ recesses overlap, and when they don’t, he finds himself smiling wistfully I wish they were here. You’re discrete about your romantic involvement, but there’s no harm in casual conversation. Besides, you’re quick to shush him whenever he gets… enthusiastic.

“Rengoku, Rengoku, Rengoku!”

He crouches to the student’s height, grinning cheerfully, “I am here! What is it?”

“Is it true you and [last] are in love?”

He blinks rapidly. Pardon?

“Someone saw you and [last] at the grocery store yesterday! [last] giggled and kissed your cheek! How does it feel when they giggle because of you? How does it feel when they kiss your cheek? Were they your first kiss?”

The student says this hurriedly, beaming eagerly. Meanwhile, Kyojuro’s experiencing deer-in-headlights Shitshitshit, unsure how to recover from the barrage of personal inquiries. Not to mention Why does this student talk like my therapist? and It feels… like coming home.

“It must feel awesome when someone giggles because of you! Kissing is kind of yucky, but I guess it’s okay between you and [last], because you kissed them too! On the LIPS.”

Unfazed by Kyojuro’s atypical silence, the student laughs obliviously, skipping away abruptly as their friends motion for them.

“IT’S TRUUUE! RENGOKU AND [LAST] ARE IN LOOOVE!”

Sigh.

“You are positive? I do not want to interfere with your career,” Kyojuro stares at you, blushing deeply. He doesn’t want to halt your relationship, but he respects and desires your wellbeing first and foremost. Knows how cherished and magnificent of an educator you are. Knows your students, his students, anyone and everyone fortunate to learn from you, couldn’t afford to—shouldn’t have to—lose you. If I cannot nourish you, then I do not want to hinder you.

You’re both cross legged on his couch, knees touching familiarly. Remnants of dinner, pasta and red sauce (you made the red sauce, from scratch; he made the pasta, also from scratch), rest on his nearby coffee table. His floor lamp casting a mellow ambience, highlighting the tender angles of his face.

“Kyo, I’m positive,” you smile, endeared by his boyish panic, “We’ve been coworkers for years. And now we’re dating. It was bound to surface,” you poke his cheek, winking, “I wonder who discovered us… I suppose you’re hard to miss,” you tug on one of his stray, fiery tendrils of hair, “And I’m an adult. I can handle a career and a lover.”

“A lover?” his eyes widen.

“Are you playing coy, Kyo?” you wink.

“We haven’t made love,” he rasps. Sex, but not… not, love.

“Would you like to change that?” you whisper, fingers rubbing tantalizing circles on his lower thighs.

He grips your wrists gently, tone lowered promisingly, “I would like to make you my lover,” he presses your fingers to his chest, “I would like to be your lover.”

As he moves to cup your face in his steady, adoring hands, affection infinite in his gaze, you already know — you’ve been his lover for a while now, and he’s been yours.

“Rengoku, Rengoku!”

He glances up from his desk, recognizing your student as they barge into his classroom.

“Mermaids aren’t real. They’re not. But [last] read us a story today, and they said the story was based on real events. So are they real? Are they pretend? If they’re real, then how can I become one?”

Again?

Kyojuro smiles patiently, setting his pen beside his remaining, ungraded science reports, “From a distance, some sea animals can appear to be mermaids, but they are unfortunately not real. The stories written about them are fantastic though! Do you have a favorite?”

The student pauses, nose scrunched, “The one in the story [last] read.”

He’s kept track, and this is day 10—in a row—that a student, your student(s), has asked him about something utterly random and unexpected. As the two fourth grade teachers, he knows his and your students exchange “notes”, discuss among themselves, and are essentially a conglomerate. Which, he encourages — he’s glad there’s friendliness and friendships from classroom to classroom. He just never imagined you’d… weaponize, it.

It began innocently.

A shy student of yours had entered his classroom, worrying about, “What if Bigfoot steps on my house?” because they lived near a park, and you’d read a story about searching for Bigfoot — in the woods.

“I doubt the park is large enough to shelter Bigfoot, so I guarantee your house is safe from stomping.”

And then the next day, “Rengoku, sir, [last] read a story where Atlantis exists and has tons of gold. Could I go there and become rich?”

“Ah, sadly, Atlantis does not exist. As for tons of gold and becoming rich, you have a terrific attitude and determination — that will provide for you in more meaningful ways.”

And the next day, “Rengoku? I’m sorry to bother you, but, [last] read a tale about Vikings and how they conquered Europe. Are they going to conquer us? Am I gonna be a Viking?”

“The Vikings did not conquer Europe, but they were gifted seafarers and traded with many countries. Have you ever gone sailing? That could be a fine introduction to becoming a modern Viking!”

Despite his normally vast tolerance, Kyojuro’s at his wits’ end: if he gets to day 15, then he might implode. He’s creative and imaginative, and couldn’t fathom rejecting a child’s curiosity, but Why don’t their students ask them?! He braces himself now when the dismissal bell rings, knowing someone’ll rush into his classroom rambling about [last] this and story that. Does he sound annoyed? He isn’t. Well, maybe a smidgen. But only because he’s protective of his time with you (you’re both busy), and he’s accustomed to getting to visit your classroom immediately after school ends. He’s… baffled. He’s considered, obviously, confronting you about whatever’s going on, but he isn’t overwhelmed to the point of calling Mercy.

“Kyo?” you tap his ear, smiling tiredly, “Earth to Kyo.”

You’re in your bed, Kyojuro sitting with his laptop in his lap, you sitting with your book. A common occurrence, as of late. Is it risky sleeping together on a school night? Counterintuitively: not really. In fact, you can’t remember the last time you slept through your alarm. Kyojuro’s a freak of an early bird, whereas you’re as owlish of night as they come. You’ve developed a routine of staying at his or him at yours, nurturing a supportive environment of planning lessons, brainstorming solutions to short and long term issues, and grading assignments. If you drink one too many mugs of coffee, then Kyojuro reminds you of your brilliance and dedication, and that, “[y/n], lover, I think you are good on coffee for the remainder of the evening.” And if he stirs before the sun’s even risen, groggy and weary, then you’re there to place a drowsy arm on his hip, coaxing him back to sleep for a couple more hours, “M’sleepy, go to sleepy, not time for wakey yet, shhh.”

“Your students are inquisitive.”

Your head tilts, “Thanks?”

“I was recently asked about dragons, and which pet shop they could be purchased from.”

“Oh? Mhm. That’s… odd…” you’re holding in a giggle, hoping he doesn’t look at you.

He does.

Mhm! Odd indeed, lover!

“What exactly is going on in the classroom next to mine, [y/n]? What mysterious operation is [last] conducting?” his eyes glint mischievously, laptop closed and pushed aside.

You don’t notice the gleam in his eyes, too engrossed in your book as you stubbornly ignore him.

“You are a marvelous teacher, [last]. So why don’t your students ask you their scintillating questions? I am confident in your ability to answer them,” he bows his head, lips delicately skimming your collarbone.

“K-kyo,” your book trembles.

He sucks at the sensitive skin below your throat, plucking your book from your grasp, smirking at your half hearted, “I was reading t-that!”

“Rengoku,” he murmurs roughly, teeth scratching at your earlobe, “That is, Rengoku, to you. Unless, [last], you would like to become… more, intimate?”

Your fingers clutch the collar of his shirt, “I would, Rengoku,” you mouth at his chest, “I would like to become more, intimate,” fingers slipping under the hem of his shirt, ghosting across his taut abs. “Kyojuro.” So. Hot. “Kyo.”

And then the heat disappears. His body, so so close, now so so far. He’s glowing, provoking, teasing — standing beside your bed instead of falling apart beside you.

“Excuse me?” you’re sassy, in disbelief, intoxicated.

“My apologies, [last],” he grins slyly, carelessly pulling off his shirt, yawning exaggeratedly, “I just realized the time. It is late, and alas, it is a school night!” 

As if his muscles aren’t contracting and flexing, their strength illuminated by the sensuality of nightfall.

As if his eyes aren’t predatory, smug, infatuated.

As if his nonchalant charade could sway your wanton, demanding exhilaration.

“You’re the expert!” you gasp.

He raises an eyebrow, “The expert?”

You pout, whining needily, “My students. When I read them stories, I tell them you’re the expert on whatever the story’s about. I tell them if they have questions, then you’re the man to ask.”

He laughs amusedly, slowly, slowly, slowly, returning to you, “And why do you tell them that, [last]?”

“Because it’s f-funny,” you whimper, “Because you’re original and thoughtful and my heart tingles when they tell me what you’ve taught them. To be brave. To be determined. Adventurous. Kind.”

Gosh I am... I am in love with you.

Growling, he pins your elbows to your bed, hovering desperately, longingly, above you. You’re sneaky. He nips at your neck. Clever. He licks your bottom lip. Devastating. He licks your upper lip. How am I going to get revenge? He kisses you languidly, wetly. It is on [y/n]. It is so. Very. On.