#chen drabble

[nyastesticles]

the only correct ninjago tierlist . argue with a wall or however that saying goes

( click for better quality... tumblr hates me )

[seineko]

lan wangji and lan sizhui's relationship isn't discussed enough!

a-yuan was the reason lan wangji lived and i will stand by it as long as i have to.

i'm not talking about living in a physical sense. he would've done so being the light bearer he is, but the peerless hanguang-jun lost his light the second he knew wei wuxian breathed his last.

hanguang-jun was just that, a light bearer, not the source of it. he was the moon that depended on the sun to provide it to the people, but he already lost his sun.

he probably would've gotten sucked into the black hole that was left behind after his star died that he did not realize there was another sun right beside it until he heard the faint cries of a child.

a-yuan. (he was the sun that the last of qishan wen couldn't even hope to be.)

it's the ways in which lan wangji and sizhui's interactions are so subtly domestic that melts my heart completely.

the relationship they share that of a guardian-ward, of a father-son.

the way sizhui (along with jingyi and a few other lan juniors) scream 'hanguang-jun!' and are able to smile while being held hostage really says a lot about both the trust they have in him and how safe they feel around him.

sizhui saying that feels as if he has nothing to fear or worry about, so long as lan wangji or wei wuxian were around. the bone deep trust that he has that he will be safe if he's around either of them even if he was in the middle of a literal death trap had me pause for a few seconds to let myself bawl out.

it's in the way sizhui so willingly and so enthusiastically interacts with lan wangji while everyone around him (except a few of the lan juniors) are scared witless to even breathe the same air as him. even the lan juniors don't seem to have the ease that sizhui has. (okay, this may probably be me over reading into it, but i really did feel that way while reading.)

and, my favorite interaction, sizhui encountering that lan wangji buried a-yuan in a pile of rabbits will never ever make me stop smiling like an idiot.

they have one of the healthiest parent-child relationship i've seen and i so, so long for it.

it's as surprising as it is devastating how less they're talked about. a crime really.

[jongbross]

If you ever come back can you write something on exo's reaction to your parents not accepting your relationship?

baekhyun, jongdae, kyungsoo

it's up to you. they don't care about your parents' opinion (respectfully), because they're dating you, not them. what do you wanna do next? break up? keep going? they will follow your lead, but please fight for them a little bit.

minseok, junmyeon, yixing

they think you should consider what your parents are telling you too. they know they are YOUR PARENTS and they're important for you, so these boys don't want you to disrespect them. they will gladly accept being in a relationship where they don't have much contact with your family though, it's okay, and they won't hold it against you.

chanyeol, jongin, sehun

very close to their own family, so they can't imagine being in a relationship where your parents don't like them or whatever. might try it because it's you and they love you, but it's kinda bittersweet. there will probably be arguments over it, but i promise they will try to make it work (keyword is try).

[nentenkoneko]

Between friends (Supa Strikas Tiger centric fic) drabble scene

Unashamedly letting people know I updated my angsty af fic with some more banger content. Have a cute Nakama flashback scene from it :)

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Kylo, being the ever-graceful man he was, sprawled over the back of the couch. Upside down, legs in the air, hooked idly over the back of the sofa, he craned his neck to look at Tiger. “So you’re sick, huh?” He grinned, “And it’s not booze-related?”

If Tiger wasn’t currently bundled beneath mountains of blankets, he’d have elbowed him right in his very exposed, very vulnerable-looking stomach. But he was trapped, and he simply didn’t have the energy to use to throw the weight off of himself. Not to mention it was helping somewhat with the chills currently wracking his body. 

Instead, he opted for a glare. One that he hoped read as ‘pissed’. “You probably gave somethin’ to me, jerk.”

It didn’t wipe the grin off of Kylo’s smug face, but he did raise his hands in mock-surrender, “Don’t blame me for your shitty immune system, man.”

“Speaking of all things body– aren’t you fucking hungover like the rest of us, Kylo?” Sakurama grunted from beneath his own mountain of blankets, his face obscured from view. His voice sounded awful, though, and Tiger imagined the man underneath the covers didn’t look much better. “God, I’m getting too old for nights out.”

“Maybe you are, gramps, but I’m not.” Kylo teased, puffing out his chest. It looked silly, given his current upside-down position. “I feel fine. Great, even. Like I could run a mile- no.” He threw his hands up, clipping Tiger’s fort of blankets as he went, “Seven miles.”

“Why seven?” Tiger croaked out, at the same time as he heard Sakurama grumble ‘I’m only three years older than you, asshole’.

“Kylo.” Miko’s exhausted voice stole the conversation before Kylo could respond to either of them, however. If Sakurama had sounded awful, Miko sounded downright hellish. As if his throat had been replaced overnight by sandpaper, or he’d swallowed a large jar full of shards upon shards of prickly glass. He wandered into view, looking just as bad as he sounded, before slumping into one of the single seaters nearby, a mug of steaming liquid clutched tight in his hands. “If you don’t shut up I’m going to make you.”

“Please.” Renji chimed in, the tall defender following close behind, taking his own seat near the lump that was Sakurama, his own mug in hand. He looked okay, all things considered. Better than Miko, that was– he clearly hadn’t hit the alcohol nearly as hard as the rest of them had. That, or he had some sort of god-like body that had just thrown aside the mere idea of a hangover like it was nothing. Tiger opted for believing the former. “I’ll pay you. I will pay you, Miko.”

“Actually I think you’ll find you can’t ‘make me’ do anything, Miko my dear.” Despite his teasing, Kylo did lower his voice as requested, matching it to the quiet muttering around him. “I’m pretty sure, like ninety-nine percent sure at least, you being my Captain is a Monday-to-Friday occupation. It’s Saturday, you’re not my boss, I don’t care, I rest my case.”

“And I think you’ll find that I’m stuck being your Captain twenty-four-seven, whether I like it or not,” Miko drawled, taking a long sip of his drink, “and believe me, I don’t like it.”

“Liar~” Kylo cooed, and Tiger couldn’t help but smile as Miko ducked his head to hide an amused smile of his own behind his mug. “You couldn’t live without me. None of you could- I’m the life of the damn party.”

“I could definitely live without you.” Tiger could practically hear the eye roll from Sakurama, even if his blindfold of blankets covered it, “The day you die is the day I’m free from your torment.”

“Wow. Okay, first of all, rude.” Kylo scoffed, “Second- you’d at least show up to my funeral, right?”

“Of course.” Sakurama droned back, voice deadpan, “In a neon pink dress with a pretty little bow in my hair. Maybe it’ll be Hello Kitty themed, if I’m feeling fancy.”

Kylo’s pouty facade cracked, and he let out a sharp, barking laugh, “Someone better hold him to that.”

“Oh don’t worry.” Renji promised with a grin, “I will.”

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You can read it here, on AO3

Between Family - Chapter 1 - Tsukuyomi_Ravioli - Supa Strikas (Cartoon) [Archive of Our Own]

[morathicain]

Did I rewatch some Kiseki while crafting school supplies today? Yes. Did their first night make me want to write? Also yes. Did I continue my wip? No. But I wrote this and while I don't know if I'll write more to it, I had this need to get into Chen Yi's head for the scene and well, I am half asleep and have no idea if it's worth anything but it's out there, so please enjoy ;)

Ai Di.

Chen Yi blinked slowly, his gaze unfocused but that was Ai Di in front of him. Distant but close and a little hazy, blonde hair falling into his face.

Chen Yi’s throat felt a little dry as he wanted to reach out and touch him, make sure it was Ai Di and not a dream.

He wanted to call him, wanted to ask what was wrong, wanted to … wait, what?

The face in front of him came into focus and Chen Yi frowned as he stared and recognised the tears in Ai Di’s eyes, the look of sorrow and pain.

A surge of care shook Chen Yi, made him realise more details about himself, about them.

Ai Di was naked and he was so, too, his skin hot and his heartbeat racing.

It felt new but it felt right and distant words came back into his mind like a long forgotten memory.

“The only one who will ever see you, is me.”

A shudder went through him and his breath came to a halt.

“You told me you would keep watching me”, he said, his mouth forming words on its own as he could only feel and react and reach, following this strange but secure urge in his veins, the pull towards Ai Di.

Chen Yi had no time to think, all he could do was act on his impulses, on what he wanted and needed right now. His heart had been slain open until it bled and his hopes had been destroyed until there was nothing left aside from shards and ashes.

“He will never notice you.”

The words came back and the reality of them would have been crushing, had been crushing, if there wasn’t Ai Di’s hazy face in front of him, a tear rolling down his cheek and dropping down onto Chen Yi’s own right now.

Something was wrong and Chen Yi needed to make it right.

Drawing a heavy breath, Chen Yi reached up to cup Ai Di’s face, to pull him down against his lips, welcoming him with an urgent kiss, a comforting kiss. Because it was the only way to tell Ai Di right now: All will be well.

And it felt real, so real and right, to have Ai Di’s weight on top of him. To feel his fingers against his skin, to be a victim to his crushing hug, the tiny waist between his hands.

“I’m here”, he promised with another kiss, fingers trailing alongside the choker.

“It’s okay”, he reassured with tender touches, as if Ai Di could vanish into the hazy fog any second again.

“No need to cry”, he wished as he let Ai Di take the lead and gave him all he had to give with a burning heart and a body aflame.

[symposiumlover]

What the heck man….. his hair should’ve stayed red. He looks so ORDINARY😭😭. WHERE IS MY FAVORITE GUY? Little stereotype asian boy where are you. I miss you papi. I don’t even know what you’ve become anymore….💔💔💔💔💔😔😔

[kanerallels]

Chenford + Christmas Magic, please?

PERFECT Chenford song ten out of ten!!

“I know I shouldn’t be surprised,” Lucy said, “but seriously? You don’t like Michael Buble?”

Shaking his head, Tim said, “He’s overhyped. I don’t get the excitement. He’s no Nat King Cole, that’s all I’m saying.”

This made Lucy start laughing. Shaking her head, she said, “You are such an old curmudgeon sometimes.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Tim rolled his eyes, unable to hold back a smile despite himself. Because even with the relentless teasing, spending Christmas with Lucy was way better than some of the past Christmases he’d had. Even when he was with Isabel, their schedules had kept them so busy that a lot of Christmases had been lonely. After they’d split up, it had only gotten worse.

Now— in Lucy’s apartment, a small tree sparkling in the corner and the smell of baking cookies coming from the oven— Tim could barely imagine life back then. He was luckier than he could begin to describe. So instead of trying, he just dropped a kiss against Lucy’s temple, warmth spreading through his chest.

[mins-fins]

❝ BOYFRIEND TEXTS! ❞

ggang team x gn!reader

genre :: fluff, crack

warnings :: swearing, drinking, one sexual joke

❝ CHEN JIANYU! ❞

❝ LEE SEUNGHWAN! ❞

❝ LEE JEONGHYEON! ❞

❝ KUM JUNHYEON! ❞

❝ MUN JUNGHYUNG! ❞

[jeminie-rising]

JEMINIE'S masterlist

There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart - jane austen

★ all info to worklist, socmeds, and warnings in: my carrd

★ my AO3 account (where i post everything) : AO3 profile account

open to requests<3

-> Lyney (genshin)

the taunting thieves [AO3, tumblr, completed]

-> Nezha (poppy wars)

after it all [AO3, completed]

-> Inumaki Toge (Jujustu kaisen)

holidays with Inumaki series:

a silent christmas [completed]

one second fireworks [completed]

onigiri for valentines [completed]

where shall we go tomorrow series [incoming]

a name you can't speak

unspoken bonds

-> Fred Weasley (harry potter)

yellow ribbon [Wattpad, hiatus (coming back soon)]

-> Park Jimin (방탄소년단)

providence of the universe [wattpad, hiatus]

dividers by @cafekitsune <3

All rights reserved to @jeminie-rising.

[nyastesticles]

I'm curious, reblog this post with your favorite ninja gi / suit and why

Mine is hunted because I LOVEEE the post apocalyptic / wasteland vibe!! I also hatee that the ninja have the same gi all the time, so im so happy that hunted stylized it with each ninja

[fallen-gravity]

A few days after the whole ideal, Molly can be seen parading around downtown. She's got an arm wound all the way around Ollie, and every few minutes or so she cups her hand over her mouth and shouts You see this, Brighton? This boy's all mine!

Scratch, worrying she may still be suffering side effects, approaches her.

"I thought I only took your fear away for twenty four hours!"

"Oh, you did!" Molly beams. She gestures to Ollie, who has a big lovestruck smile glued to his face. "I'm doing this for him. Turns out that he loves being shown off."

Ollie, still rendered speechless by such a grand public gesture, simply nods his head, burying it into the side of Molly's head.

[jongbross]

Most to least make you breakfast (ik it’s too soft it’s scary lol) <333

kyungsoo - not only because he's a chef, but also because he's the one to wake up first and he strongly believes in food as a way of giving love.

junmyeon

jongin

jongdae

minseok

baekhyun

chanyeol

sehun

yixing - is either off to work or still passed out when you wake up. also i don't see him as the type of person who sits down and eats breakfast unfortunately, i'm sorry :(

[aether-the-writer]

Mountains

Maybe Haven always had it out for me, Leaving me a view with no one to see it. I go to our favorite spot, Every night I don’t work. And I hope, one day, I’ll see you waiting.

In my dreams, I notice you, Eyes glistening as the Sun sets. You turn to face me, talking about the clouds, Reminding me of our past. I chuckle in my slumber, All before I witness your dissipation. And then I wake up, Knowing you really are gone.

Requested by: its_thecoocoobird Getting back into making poems - picture this in Ryan's POV to Gabe I made it to nationals! I'll be out near the beginning of July. Guess how much it's gonna cost 😭

[patvspran]

He thinks of Ai Di, the brother, three years his junior, with a personality that blusters out ahead of him and gets him into scrapes.

And then he thinks of this other Ai Di—mouth open beneath his, waistband clutched in his fist, throat flexing under his palm. Taunting him about love and sex every day, like some sort of demon. Making him jealous, making him worry.

What is Ai Di to him? He doesn’t fucking know. He kind of hates him right now. And through it all, he loves him.

Chen Yi has an eight year long crisis.

(A series of birthday wishes, sexual awakenings, and drunken misunderstandings from Chen Yi's POV, weaving in and out of canon)

[neigetriestheirbest]

it's tender and soft and gentle, but also urgent and quick and needful — ai di needs to be touching chen yi, chest to chest, skin on skin, arms looped securely, immediately, around one another and holding, holding, holding tightly -

or he'll die. he might possibly be dying, now, right now, as chen yi's breath ghosts over his neck, his warm mouth pressing a petal-soft kiss to his neck, over his choker, the pendant chain; his arms still holding him tight. fingers rubbing saturn-ring circles over the bare brown skin of his back, either side of his spine, beneath the wings of his shoulder blades. and it feels. so good. he-

he feels so unbelievably good. so warm, and hot, and present. so real. firm. solid. here. but aimless. drunk. reflex-reactive. but still, so irrevocably chen yi.

ai di needs something more, he cant help it, he needs something real. and knowing he can't get it, knowing this is the best he'll ever get, knowing it is the best he's ever had, it all overruns in his heart, his eyes. he cries, and can't stop crying. even as chen yi's hands come up to cup his face safe in his huge palms, he still sobs. even as his lips kiss the tears from his cheeks, and part the easy gateway of his mouth - still, ai di can't stop himself from feeling this horrible inevitability.

[multidol-masterlist]

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