#anyway just wanted to blurt this all out and write this down because... idk it feels special to me.

[evilgwrl]

okay ngl, this is an ask I'm sending to multiple people because holy shit why did it pop in my head I need to see this written T^T

reader is part of !141 and is the only one who knows how to ride a motorbike, so she has to go undercover for a biker gang?? idk but just hear me out. Anyway she has no tattoos or piercings so they get her those temporary tattoos that last two weeks and some fake piercings (or real ones in case they fall off) and so none of the 141 know she's having this whole makeover, and when they get the big reveal I just want to know their reactions- I'm sorry I suck at writing, I'm just good at coming up with the ideas lmao. reading back my whole paragraph I realised how much I truly suck at typing, I apologise that you had to deal with this.

Ahhhh!!! I love this. I hope I did your idea justice and you enjoy it anon 🥹 If you want something a lil more racy let me know but I kept it SFW just incase

CW: None

Your body felt exhausted, thighs moulded to the chair as manicured hands rushed around your frame, prodding at your skin with brushes and wet rags, stamping your flesh with intricate designs. The woman’s voice was soft as she took in your expression, an understanding smile adorning her features as she assured you, they were nearly done.

“Voila,” she gasped, moving away from you as you stared at the mirror in front of you. Temporary tattoos snaked around the coil of your arms, muscles stamped with infamous gang signs and your nose and eyebrows dangling with metal jewellery as your fingers prodded at them, your face creased with slight discomfort.

“We’re going to need to get you dressed but you already look the part!”

You winced at the excitement in her voice, a slight simmer of humiliation broiling through you as you took in the look. You looked so… different. “Thank you,” you murmured, turning around to take in the large snake design that was entwined between your spine.

You felt like you were entering a pageant, constant hands smoothing out your skin and hair as you coughed at the lethal amount of hairspray. Grease dribbled down your chin as you choked down some food, disgusted huffs passing through the lady’s mouth as she ushered something about acting the part too.

“You’re all done, sergeant.”

You paced the room anxiously, wire taped to your chest, nestled in between your cleavage as you awaited the remainder of the task force. It was strange, the most they had ever seen you in was a pair of jeans and a simple top beside your military gear, the barracks were no place for fashion. Sweaty hands rubbed at the leather pants; slick stains of residue quickly brushed away nervously as you prodded with the facial piercings in the mirror.

“Hells feckin’ bells, Bonnie,” a swift voice whistled, Soap’s face charmed with a boyish grin, blue eyes sweeping across your exposed skin, “ain’ you a sight for sore eyes?”

“I look ridiculous,” you blurted, folding your arms self-consciously as the Scotsman tsked his tongue, smacking his lips together.

“Ye’ look good… lil too good for the task force, hen. Might need to find ye a new profession after this.”

You rolled his eyes at his playful tone, his lashes flickering as he took in the sight of you. A flirtatious whistle cut through the air as Gaz slapped his hand against the door, mouth wide. “Sergeant Y/N, that you under all those tattoos?” You bit back a bark as he smiled at you, tongue darting out to lick his chapped lips.

“You look good, [callsign]. Them bikers might wanna keep you to themselves.”

“We ain’ gonna let that happen, lass,” Soap jabbered, “Yer’ our girl, ain’ ya?”

Your reply was cut short by a pound against the door as a gruff voice snapped, “Oi, let’s move it. Don’t got all bloody day, Sergeants.”

Ghost’s eyes lingered over you for a moment, blonde lashes flicking up and down your body, pausing on every tattoo almost as if he was memorising them before he turned around, cold physique dusting through the hallway as you all followed. Captain Price was rambling through his headset to Laswell before he paused, dismissing himself as you all waltzed towards him.

A large Yamaha was sleeked against the exit, the tyres slightly worn to feign usage as you whistled lowly. “Got this all for me, Cap?” Your tone was sharp, admiring the ride before you as a tattooed hand wrapped around the leather handles.

“A biker looking like you ain’ gonna ride a shitbox,” he said, his voice holding an underlying meaning as he did a once over, “Y’ get in trouble in there and you call us in immediately, you understand [callsign]?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Take care of those tattoos after this as well, suit ya.”

A warm blush settled on the apple of your cheeks before you reached for the helmet, flattening your hair down as you secured it in place.

“Let’s get us a win.”

[mgnifique-tion]

— from the heart.

summary || ``the scientist, y/n l/n, finds the key to the god of mischief’s hardened heart.``

pairing: 2012!loki x gn!scientist!reader song recommendations: i’ll be your man - btob / covered by park jeup, choi suhwan, and kim seunghun (build-up) lowercase is intended… »» read part 1 here

— themes and warning/s: open-ended (yet again), very mild swearing, the enemies have turned to complicated lovers, religious/christian metaphors, angst, death of family member (mentioned), thor mentioned 🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥🔥 (just a heads-up)

— a/n: entry for april! what the hell, y’all… how did i get so active writing about loki, i’m not even into the mcu that much anymore (idk, probably because he turned into a tree and that was sad?) anyway, this is the second part to “human reaction” so if you haven’t checked that out, just click the link on the title for some backstory. this has also turned out longer than earlier so wow, i think i’ve gone crazy for loki (thanks a lot, tom 👍) — edit: hello, so this was supposed to be up for april but i'm posting it now on july because, unfortunately, i have a very busy life with unexpected events taking place. enjoy reading!

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it was past midnight and that self-proclaimed god had brought you to the top of a hill, telling you to wait for him as he’ll be taking some time to converse with his allies.

allies in ruling the world? yes.

“faen!” you heard him growl into the darkness, which startled you from the rock you were sitting on. but of course, that sudden shock died down due to how tired you already were; sleepless and alert from anything that could happen if you’d ever close your eyes. there was that fear that you may never open them again if you had left them closed shut even for just a little minute. 

there was a long pause until you decided that it’d be somewhat of a good idea to say something. a single word at least just to fill in the silence. “... so, did the meeting go well?–”

“oh, will you just not question it!?” loki grunted, startling you again. well, he did say he wouldn’t lay a finger on you so erupting like a volcano right at you wasn’t technically breaking any rule. “don’t you see? it’s obvious that nothing else had gone well, you imbecile! what else would i have to offer you in exchange for your eternal silence!?”

then, he proceeded to take in a deep breath, closing his eyes to collect himself and his emptied patience while you just stared at him. yes, of course, you hated his guts and the fact that you couldn’t really do anything against him but you never intended to offend him; that question was genuine.

in fact, every single response you’ve ever given him was genuine.

“sorry,” you blurted out, “i was just asking. i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings or something... just wanted to know what went on.” the way your voice sounded so hazy and somehow breathy had given him the impression that you were already exhausted, not just mentally but rather physically. you couldn’t think of the words to respond anymore and maybe it would’ve been better if you had just said nothing.

but surprisingly, this was just another reason for loki to take interest toward your gift: humanity, as he’s said. “... did you just?–”

“yes… i did. i did apologize!” you didn’t even notice how your tone had changed; you’ve never raised your voice at him for the sake of him doing the same for you but you’ve had enough. you weren’t a friend, you weren’t even anything to him. you were just a total mortal stranger he spared, which does not give any reason for both of you to yell at each other but that rule has been broken.

after all, you’re just human and that is natural.

“i have never insulted after you’ve spared me,” you reminded him bitterly, getting up from that rock you’ve been sitting on ever since the past hour. you don’t even know why this god had brought you here and something about it was just familiar to you, just like the sacrifice of isaac. “i couldn’t sleep... i couldn’t eat... i couldn’t even ask you to stop whatever the fuck you’re doing to my world anymore but the moment i asked you about your stupid meeting, you just– you just blow up at me! is this what i get from saving you!?”

and that was the first time you’ve ever startled a god.

loki was stunned. slightly amused but completely out of words. just by staring at him, you’d know that he would start thinking of something with a smug smile but there was nothing on his face; he was fazed by you. 

“right,” he said with a low chuckle, “i must’ve forgotten you were human with feelings all over the place... natural... real.”

as the scepter started glowing again, panic rushed in your head and you damn knew that you had to run – just like the many times you’ve thought of that scenario but it just never took place. “you want a meal and an hour of sleep?”

“make it at least two–”

“four, it is.”

and despite the second peak of terror just occuring, that was also the second time he’s ever shown actual generosity. “you humans are too fragile,” loki commented with yet another chuckle as you huffed since that’s all you could do; you don’t trust his promises after all and you might never will. “... you really do need a proper leader. a god you can see, feel, and touch… not some written messiah.”

oh.

that statement must’ve crossed borders.

“... where do you want to eat?” he asked softly, almost as if he’s returning that genuine question he didn’t even bother to listen to. you were starting to wonder whether this was a symbol of your last meal. the last thing you’ll ever eat before your execution. 

who knows what else he could do with that scepter of his. “... well, in-n-out is open for twenty-four hours so…” you trailed off, looking away for a bit as your eyes scanned the area. every hill and path already turned into several landmarks in your mind as if you were the first person to discover it. “... would that be okay?”

once those uncertain words left your lips, the god of mischief smugly smirked back and nodded once. “i have one condition, however.” loki, of course, had to have some benefit from allowing you to take your basic needs as he stood before you, his hands clasped together and shown rather than his usual. “you’re not allowed to eat alone, therefore, once you purchase your cheap delicacies, we’ll come back here.”

so, a total bummer? of course, loki would know how to ruin your chances of escaping even if you hadn’t plotted against him… yet. “i wouldn’t want my apprentice to attempt freeing themselves, would i?” he knew what he was doing and you just had no choice; you needed to eat. you needed sleep. you needed to survive and in order to do so, you must abide by his rules.

he did spare you, didn’t he?

and as time passed by, you were now seated in the same mountain area, eating a take-out burger with a god. you didn’t know whether this was an early breakfast or a late dinner but nonetheless, you were somewhat grateful. “... are you not hungry?”

“gods don’t need to–”

“i bought you one, too.”

for some reason, loki just couldn’t say no to that as he continued to sit down next to you while your hands scrambled into the paper bag, searching for the other burger. at the moment, this was the only thing you could afford since he’s taken you under him once he’d given you that offer: wherein he or his blue-eyed minions couldn’t hurt you yet you still had to be somewhat his subject; a witness and a bystander.

after all, how could he lead humanity without being familiar with one?

“why aren’t you making attempts yet?” loki asked, “this is your perfect and only way of taking the hit and setting yourself free from my commands.”

“because i stick by my words,” you said back effortlessly, “i’ll be here until you let my co-workers– my friends go.”

he was silent again. in some way, he expected you to tell him that you were staying because you simply wanted to but a whiplash of reality quickly swept him away from his delusions. “so, you’re telling me that you’d wait until i let them go, huh? you’re willingly waiting for ages, then.”

the god hardened his heart and set aside any chances of letting your friends go as he chuckled before taking a bite from his burger. on the other hand, you just sat there, rethinking your choices; there’s no way nothing could convince him to let them go, right?

“yet i do admire your everlasting… hm… patience,” he pointed out, later letting out another low chuckle. “now that is something i don’t have… how do you do it?”

for the very least amount of times, he actually was genuine with that question. “well, i had a baby sister and she definitely trained me a lot with my patience.” you laughed, the delayed silence seeping in little by little, which made him cock his head to the side, curious about the matter.

“... had?” he just had to ask about it. “she passed away.” and you just had to tell him.

hearing your solemn, guilty answer was enough to make loki hooked to that story behind your younger sister’s passing. it wasn’t something you’d openly talk about but it surely was the only thing you endlessly blamed yourself for. 

“... oh,” loki uttered with a rather bitter tone, “i’m sorry for your loss… how old was she?”

“twelve.”

considering the fact that he was thousands of years old, his eyes widened after finding that out. “... that’s young,” he commented rather blankly but the look on his face was otherwise; you weren’t the only one terribly heartbroken about the incident. loki took the lives of eighty individuals in two days but never did he think of taking the life of a young child.

so, that was terrifying to think of. “and that happened because of?”

“... terminal disease.”

no matter how casual you sounded to him, your heart shattered. “well, actually, it could’ve been her twenty-second birthday last month if she made it… i’m a bit sappy now, aren’t i?” reality woke you up and told you to snap out of it; you weren’t talking to a friend, you were talking to a dictator. an alien. the god of mischief.

this story was not supposed to be and shouldn't be disclosed with him. “be sappy all you want,” he said, taking a sip from the straw of his cola. “after all, a god should be able to listen to his people’s messages, right?”

narcissistic? yes. but empathic? weirdly, that too.

“... that thing you used earlier,” you took a pause, letting out a sigh and then, a laugh. “it was supposed to be for her… well, for people like her at least.”

loki was giving it his best to not feel sorry – guilty for using the thing you’ve made but who knew that a sibling tragedy would soften his heart? he wouldn’t admit it, of course, but it was there. present at the moment and served as a reminder that he too had a sibling.

well, has.

“it was up for testing but of course, it was used for something else,” you said, eyeing him down as he managed to fake a chuckle; he couldn’t let himself show weakness after everybody else in his life made him feel like a nuisance – a tiny, little problem they’d have to deal with every day. not ever. never again. “... but i guess i still saved someone? and i still don’t know if i should be happy about that but it still provided its purpose.”

“oh, please.” he laughed, facing you more than he ever did before. “you saved me, your god and not anyone else… you should be celebrating this for your whole life.”

“you’re not the god i worship, loki.”

“well, i suggest you must. it’ll make this all easier for you.”

and he talked like a noble deity while eating a french fry. cheap and comical but it didn’t lower his status. “and, oh, if you do, there would be a lot of kneeling that’d occur.” that statement made you turn around and look at him with your brows either furrowed or raised; you had no idea how to react properly to it.

“... what–,” you were then stopped midway.

“i meant in praying.” he choked out.

this was one of your weirdest, most out of place conversations with the god so you just had to slowly turn away again and face the hills below both of you while munching on the burger in your hands. and then, he told you the truth you’ve kept deep in your chest, “... oh, i see it clearly now… you saved me because you want to prove yourself that you’re capable of keeping someone away from death. that you’re… worthy of things.”

it felt like time had stopped the moment you listened to him say that. for the first time, he was actually right with what he’d told you. he’d always claim the most bizarre things about humans and gods but this time, he was so close to the truth that he just blatantly told you what it was.

you were guilty because you couldn’t save her.

“i have a brother,” he added, “that’s why i… um… figured it out.”

“well, where is he, then? did you kill him?”

loki laughed at that. despite the hatred and fueling anger he had for his older brother, he wouldn’t end up killing him even though he’s close to it. the scars of the past made him into who he was now but the wound that his brother’s death would leave him absolutely destroyed. alone. all by himself. consumed by nothingness. just like what his old, so-called friends would tell him.

“he’s alive,” he said so soothingly, “and he’s living against what i had planned for this world.” those following words were much bitter, angrier than what he’s said before. it’s almost as if he’s relieved to see his brother again but upset enough to know that he wasn’t on his side.

“oh, you totally miss him.”

“... silence, peasant.”

and yet another unexpected scenario happened: sharing a laugh with the god of mischief who wants to rule over your world like a second hitler. “... but you can’t show that, can you?” you questioned and he nodded right away, politely letting you finish despite already expecting that you’d ask that. 

when the cold air and the rustling leaves collided, it was time for you to ask him the question that might just change the entire situation.

“is everything all from the heart?” you asked, pointing towards your chest as you stated him down. “... are you saying all of this from the heart?”

it took loki a while before he accepted it; he did speak about all of it from the heart. all of it. no lies were told for once and it was chilling for him. he didn’t even know that he was capable of opening the doors to the secrets he’s kept locked and buried in but that was the effect of the midgardian sitting next to him; the human who made him realize why thor loved jane.

the human he was willing to rule and to love. “... if i asked you now, would you kiss me?”

and for some reason unknown, your lips did brush against his, caressing them softly while you brought your hands to the back of his head, tangling your fingers around his waved locks. maybe you had been caught up by the moment but for him, this was real. this was the moment he understood why thor wanted to protect this world.

because humans spoke from the heart. 

but how could he take everything back when the damage had been done? when the chaos had taken over?

he pulled away and asked with teary, glistening eyes, “what have you done? why did you do it?”

one thing about him was that his need was also his one and only fear; it was love. 

you were startled once again, still keeping your hands behind his head. was it a trick? was it some test? you didn’t know anymore. you were bound to do whatever it took to save your friends and if a kiss that you’ve been longing for could do it, then what else could go wrong?

well, things may have not gone wrong for you but to loki, this was his one and only wake-up call.

wake up, loki.

you’ve fallen for the human.

[lumiinix]

HIII!! I just wanna say first that I just ADORE ur writing so much!!!💘 And I saw that ur request are open and I was wondering if by any chance you could write abt how the haikyuu boys would react to meeting a beautiful fan (fem! Yn). I was thinking maybe like atsumu, Oikawa, Sakusa idk. ANYWAYS It’s okay if not lol! 😎🤘💟

Meeting a beautiful fan (but with my own little twist)

Pairing(s): Oikawa, Atsumu and Sakusa x fem!reader

Warning(s): Fem!reader, reader is famous so it’s like a mutual celebrity crush.

A/N: Don’t mind me putting a little twist of my own here anon~

Oikawa

Being a model sure is exhausting, but you can’t denied that the perks that comes with your job is sure worth it, especially when that perk is a vip ticket to a San Juan home game where you got the chance to see and later have a meet and greet with your favorite member, Oikawa Tooru.

“Yep, totally worth it.” You said as you fawn over the Japanese man.

Oikawa was just drinking water during half-time when suddenly he sees it, in the corner of his eyes was the most beautiful person he has ever seen, his breath hitched as his heart began to beat faster, he almost even drop his water bottle. He had to look in your direction again to see if he’s not dreaming. Holy shit you are real and you’re in the vip section too? So that means he has to meet you later?! Oh now he’s panicking.

The match ends with the win goes to San Juan and the meet and greet began, and when he’s seeing you walking towards him? Man’s double panicking (from the inside).

“Hi! I’m a big fan of you! It’s nice to finally meet you Oikawa!”

And your voice is also pretty? Oh boy.

In the midst of panicking, he blurts out. “I THINK YOU’RE REALLY PRETTY AND I’D LIKE TO ASK YOU OUT.”

Silence.

Everyone in the rooms blinks, his teammates trying hard not to burst out laughing, other fans are looking at you whispering, some are about how lucky you are, and others are how they seemed to recognize you as that famous model. Oikawa tho, he wants the ground to swallow him whole, and the fact that he just heard that you’re a famous model doesn’t help the situation at all.

You on the other hand, smiled at the confession.

“I like your boldness.” You chuckled. “Here, take my card.”

Flipping through your purse you take out a business card, but you also took out a pen and wrote your personal number on it as well.

“This is my personal number, I will be busy in the next month but will be free for a while after that, call me when you wanna have that date.”

Oikawa shakily grabs your card before nodding, he was at awe with you. “You bet I will.” He said with his signature grin. He couldn’t wait to go on a date with you.

Atsumu:

Atsumu found you while scrolling through social media and was instantly hooked. Not only were you a rising star in the singing world, but you’re also a famous socialite that captures the heart of millions with your beauty and talent, including him. It was a mini crush that he had, you just had to be beautiful and talented and so on. The other guys would shit on him all the time, especially Sakusa.

“Omg y’all, she followed me back on Instagram! I can die a happy man now.” He sigh dreamily.

“Then die, at least I won’t hear your fanboy squealing anymore.”

“Wow, so rude Omi-omi.”

Fast forward to a MSBY home game that his team had just won, so everyone is going out treating themselves some drinks at a nearby cafe. When suddenly, someone bumped into his back and he hears a plastic material drops.

"I'm sorry!" Atsumu recognize that voice. He turns around and sees you bending down to reach for a pair of sunglasses, but he hasn't yet recognized you because you were also wearing a cap that completely obscured your face from his view.

He looks outside of the store where he saw a group of people holding cameras. Paparazzi, he realizes, and they were chasing…you?

“I truly apologize for stumbling into you again.” He almost spits up his drink when he finally sees your face after you speak up and stand up. There you are in all your glory, although not wearing makeup or expensive clothing, you still look stunning to him.

“Oh! You’re Miya Atsumu! I’m a big fan!” And you were a fan of him too? Did he just won a jackpot?

The two of you just stand there in shock, having to meet eachother’s celebrity in this situation was not what you expect, no one said anything, that is until his teammates had enough.

“Hey Miya! Why don’t you ask you ask her out? Aren’t you simping for her?” Surprisingly (or unsurprisingly), Sakusa spoke up first, opening the gates for his other teammates to hype in up as well.

“Yeah dude, stop being a wuss!”

“Simp!”

“Come one, are you really gonna let the beauty hanging like that?”

And that’s just the boost he needs, he has to thank them later, so with a deep breath, he gave you his signature grin. “So, wanna hang out sometime?”

Sakusa:

Sakusa doesn’t know when he started to see you, but he’s glad. For some reason, he always seemed to notice you in the stands, seemingly blending into the rest of the fans, and it annoys him at first, but the more he saw you, the more you grew on him even though you two don’t have any interaction. To him, everything about you just screamed perfect and when he saw you wear his jersey number, cheering for him specifically, he cannot denied the fact that he’s fallen for you.

So when he looks up in the stand and cannot find you anywhere, his mood dropped and although it didn’t effect his game, even his teammates notices this and although they didn’t know why (bc Sakusa would dropped dead before he is even considering telling them about his crush), they knew is was kinda big. It was at that day when he decided to fuck it and decided that the next time he

He knows that you cannot make it to his game, but what he didn’t know is the reason why you cannot go there, and it’s because by the time the game is over, you are on a plane going back to Japan after winning an ice skating tournament. Sure you won, but you’re still salty about the fact that you miss your favorite athlete Sakusa fricking Kiyomi’s home match which they also won.

Promising to yourself that you see him next time, not knowing what would come next.

“How did it comes to this?” Is the first question you two had when you met him again…in an ice skating tournament you are in! Apparently, Komori dragged him here because for some reason he got interest in this sport and Sakusa was about to complain when he saw you. There you are, in your shiny outfit and perfect makeup, you gracefully slide on the ice while doing spins and jumps making him completely infatuated by your skills. You were an athlete yourself? And you’re a fan of him??

And when your eyes met, it was like the world around you was slowing down, your eyes widens as you realized that your athlete crush is here and although flustered, you now completely focused on showing of your best move to impress him (not that you didn’t already), leading you to winning the tournament.

Sakusa definitely had to thank Komori for this later, but first, he had to find you to ask you out.

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

I have been thinking of ways to make it a fun read for those who want to know about my comic con trip. This is the best I could do.

it was my first time going to a con alone, I have massive social anxiety and am still trying to learn how to live with adhd/sensory overload issues

this was a really, really big deal as I have never done this for any other series/group of actors

At 10AM their Q&A panel started

I was in disbelief seeing Alex, Arnas, Mark and Timothy 

In real life?????? WHAT?????

They are ALL beautiful!!!!!!!!!!!

No, really, so beautiful?? And for what???

also funny as hell

It eased me knowing how good their energy was

After the panel Arnas walked past me

He didn't look at me tho (well my back was turned to him at first)

but I did fuck up the text message I was writing when I saw him so close once I looked up

My first photo op was with Arnas an hour later

Boy I was nervous

Legit thought I would pass out seconds before

He said HELLO

And suddenly I was looking into his eyes

HIS!!!! EYES!!!!!!

I was so flustered because wow????? 

WOW!!

also he looks taller on tv???

But JUST AS BEAUTIFUL IRL

"Do you want to pick me up?" I blurted out

"I? you? SURE!" he stammered

Mans really went for it and picked me up

I thought we were posing already

But lil dude leaned in closer to me

Supported me with his thigh too???

Oh man those thighs….

Whewhhh

Also after the pic I saw my leg had rested onto his leg too???

But yeah so basically he had me in his arms AND in his lap??

He felt so warm

And soft

So comfortable… 

what was I saying

OH, right, the picture so yes

After he put me back on my feet we both looked a lil??? Lost???

And I asked for a quick hug which he gave and HHHHH

I thought I looked really silly in my pic but when I saw it I nearly screamed

I love it

Okay then my picture with Mark and Arnas

I was still nervous but also hyper as fuck at that point (bc my meds kicked in)

You had to wait around a lil corner before your pic got taken

The group pics were taken all together, so Alexander was there and I think Timothy too but honestly I didn't see him because well:

I walked in the booth and did my regular HELLO *jazz hands/deer in headlights*

What was I thinking???? Lmao

And I locked eyes with Alexander and WOW

Beautiful man

But he got shoved away by the staff because I only had a photo with Mark & Arnas

sorry

Mark: wow that was high energy (he chuckled aaaaahhh)

"YOU!!!!" Arnas yelled with big eyes

Mark: do you have a pose in mind?

Me: no, I'm just?????

Mark: okay we'll-

Arnas blurted out(and I type in caps so you understand how hyper he was and how FAST he rambled): I HAVE AN IDEA!!! YOU COME STAND HERE *he pointed next to him* AND WE LIFT YOU UP BY YOUR HANDS LIKE THIS *he grabbed my hand!!!!* IS THAT OKAY? *looking into my eyes* ARE YOU- ARE YOU SAFE????? *he nodded with a lowkey concerned look*

Mans was really double checking if I was comfortable with his idea

Arnas really wanted to lift me up again huh????

They took my hands

Mark placed his hand on my upper arm

Arnas wrapped his hand around my elbow

luckily everything went so fast I could not think about that one fic request in my messages which I almost finished about a threesome with Sihtric and Finan

ANYWAY

I looked at Mark

Who gave me a mild concerned smile????? dude????

"Just don't drop me" I whispered under my breath

And they lifted me up and for some reason everyone in the room went like "ooohhh" admiringly

???? idk why

Probably because they lifted me very graceful and smoothly

Once I was back on my feet again I thanked Mark as Arnas ran to the photographer

Arnas: wait, I think I looked down when you took the photo, let me see??

I froze midway, looking at Arnas, and I shrugged like??? Is the pic good???

Everything seemed fine and I thanked them again and walked off

I like to believe Arnas just wanted to take the pic again so he could lift me up once more HAHA

Just kidding

I didn't noticed during the pic itself but Arnas stood adorably close to me while Mark was more casual 

and MARK'S FACE LMAOOOOOO

I just crack up every time I see the pic

Mark really squished my arm tho

Also why does Arnas look so good?? 

I don't even know what his expression is but yes please

Also, Arnas, clean your sneakers baby boy

AUTOGRAPH TIME (only Arnas tho, I'm a broke girl)

I brought the Lords of the North book for him to sign (first book Sihtric appears in)

Arnas: wauw!!! Lords of the North!! Can I- is that inside?

Me: ehhh I would prefer it if you uhh like on the cover…

(I misunderstood him, I only noticed when I heard our conversation back, he meant if it was really the book inside the loose cover, but I thought he wanted to sign inside the book)

Arnas: just an autograph? or???

Me, feeling confident: you can write an entire poem if you want

Arnas: I can write a poem?

Me: go nuts…

Arnas: Sanne, Sanne… in the sky…. Sanne, Sanne…. Sanne, Sanne, like the sun… this is gonna be weird. Sanne, Sanne, like the sun… shine upon us, will you hon?

hon????????????????

Yeah I died

I watched him write and noticed how he writes like me

Me: I love how he just gradually gets larger handwriting

Arnas: that's my like-

Me: NO BUT SAME (I feared I offended him, I speak without thinking sometimes)

Arnas: No, no, but the people are- they say you have mental issues if you like- if your writing goes like this

Me: no! But it's, yes! But I think it's an ADHD thing, which is what I have

Arnas: you like… like… yeah

Me: And since my childhood they were like "your handwriting is…it's really bad"

Arnas: Yeah! Yeah, I've been, always been told that.

Me: and I can't write like this… I always write every letter together

Arnas: I know! I've someth- when I, if I j-journal I usually do that, but I'm, I'm trying to copy my dad because his handwriting is… *gets distracted by his poem* shine upon us…

Arnas: taking a lot of space. I did write a poem! I don't know, you told me to. I hope I didn't mess it up.

(I reassured him he didn't)

I asked if he wanted to take the selfie after that

Arnas: absolutely! SANNEEEEEEEE!!!! 

Here we just both had the zoomies 

He fumbled with the popsocket on my phone and I lowkey gestured apologising?????

Arnas: I love these. *wrapped his arm around me*. No, no, I just wanna put my finger in this(the popsocket!!). Cause I always, I always rip them off

Me: oh don't do that

Arnas: well, cause, OH

He accidentally took the photo already as he was rambling

He took a few pics

Arnas: give us a hug *he leaned in*

Me: distracted as he had just handed my phone

Arnas: GIVE US A HUG

Me: wAIT of course

*he pulled me in*

Oh my god?????

Me, after hug: I also wanted to tell you that-

Arnas: you smell nice!

?????????????????????

Me: oh thank you! But I wanted to tell you that I recently saw Deadly Code, because my boyfriend is from Lithuania too so-

Arnas: OOOOH I saw you!! You lived there, right????

Me: wait, no, what???

Arnas: because I saw the pictures on instagram! I mean you tagged me and you had pictures of Lithuania, right?

Me, somehow very boldly: were you stalking my page? (jokingly)

Arnas: WELL… you tagged me in something and I was like "who is this girl?" and then I went to your page and I saw the pictures

Please know that I only tagged him in a few of my insta stories about TLK, and I know he only saw the first one I tagged him in, which is nearly two months ago now????? So it had to be that time he went to my page and why tf did he remember

I'm crying

Asdhbfjkhk

He then asked my boyfriend's name and told me to greet my bf in Lithuanian

I thanked him in Lithuanian and he said it back to me, and said something like he'll see me next time again (guess I kinda have to meet him again now huh)

After that I went to Alexander his line, next to Arnas, for a selfie

Arnas looked at me several times again as I was waiting there

It made me nervous so I tried to avoid his eyes LMAO

ALEXANDER

Oh my, so sweet, so calm!!!!

Complete opposite of Arnas his chaotic energy

Such an angel

All of them are angels btw

And then I went home bc tired

Later that night I made a lil insta post about the day and explained to my followers how it went and how I handled it, as they know what big of a deal it was for me to do all this on my own

Then Arnas liked my post the next morning

And he fucking commented: WELL DONE

And now I'm here….

Still smiling like an idiot

Also my bf was legit a bit bitter about Arnas his behaviour and his words to me

oopsie

Anyway

yeah that was it... this post is way too long. I don't have the digital pics yet so yeah this is it

[arminsumi]

hi hi if your requests are open, could i request how the aot boys would react / deal with having a crush on reader? and how they'd eventually confess? // thank you! :")

YOU NEEDN'T SAY MORE I GOT U <3 Tysm for ur req!

AOT fluff | Crushing on you + their confessions

With; Levi, Erwin, Armin, Eren

Just thinking about the AOT boys crushing on you, and who would and wouldn't outright tell you they like you or not hehe

(„ಡωಡ„) P.s. my sweet noodles, I'm writing an Eren/Armin love triangle fic you can read it here

Levi

His crush on you gradually develops without him realizing it

When he recognizes that his feelings aren't purely friendly, he immediately puts himself in a state of denial to protect his fragile heart

Probably after a solid two or three years, he stops this denial madness and accepts that he likes you more than he ever expected to

Ah, the way he looks at you... with a vague tenderness, a gentle feeling lighting up those grey irises. No one else gets this sort of look from Levi, just you

Spends his insomniac-riddled nights daydreaming of you to soothe his nerves

Blushes a lot but you'd never notice because he conceals it perfectly with a practiced unphased look

When he confesses, he merely insinuates it at first, but when he sees that you didn't understand, that's when he'll flatly blurt out;

"It's you. You're the one; the one who somehow, I don't know how, but somehow managed to get me feeling weightless."

Blushes very dramatically when you reciprocate his feelings

Erwin

Something about your scent drives him crazier each time he sees you

Acts all nonchalant and strong-willed, but you're the one thing that's capable of pulling him apart

You call out the playful side of him; if you mess around, he'll smile broadly and suppress a laugh with all his might

Oddly self-conscious about how he speaks with you, so he'll try be even more eloquent

YOU BEST BET HE STARES RESPECTIVELY, HE'S A WONDERFULLY GENTLEMANLY GENTLEMAN >:( Zero perv energy!! You just know you can be comfortable around him even in more revealing clothes, idk I just feel like he'd avert his gaze at all times just so he doesn't discomfort you

He's tactful with his confession; to him, the right moment was when you and him were on his bed, dripping with wetness after taking refuge from the downpour outside. He brought you a towel, dried your hair, then leaned down to press the gentlest of kisses to your forehead before murmuring sweetly;

"You mean more to me than anyone, I want you to know that."

Gives you the best pep talks (I mean obviously he's Erwin???) bc he wants you to have confidence in yourself above all

Armin

Jumps with excitement at your presence; really, it's so blatant that he likes you with how bright his face becomes when you're in the room

Everyone knows he likes you, he literally exudes the 'I like you' vibes at all times, and in the sweetest way possible

Slightly obsessive, but in the most endearing way possible <3

Sometimes he gets these out-of-fucking-nowhere loud-ass voice cracks??? THEY'RE SO CUTE???

Sways a bit to calm his nerves when he's with you

You just bet he's writing in his diary sum sad shit about how 'they'll never like me back...'

Blushes up to his ears when he embarrasses himself around you (You just make him uncouth, and he has no idea why)

Sometimes he'll trail off and blush, muttering "Er, but, anyways..." because your prettiness distracted him

Just rlly wants to kiss you until he runs out of breath :( <3

Gives you this melancholic longing look, as if he's hoping his eyes alone can confess his feelings

Okay I just rlly like the idea that he listens to Sweet Tooth by Cavetown and hums the line "I like you... say it back"

His confession is def an accident; he blurts it out all at once

"I, you know, just... I like you so much... more than anyone. I mean- I just- I don't mean to make you uncomfortable, sorry! I just can't help it."

After that he's pinching his eyes shut out of embarrassment

Eren

Oh he'll confess alright... if it's the bloody apocalypse lol

He's just too sensitive to rejection to confess to you, and he doesn't want to ruin your friendship because he cherishes it so sincerely

Sometimes it feels like he's trying to eat you with his eyes. Gives you very intense gazes, like his eyes are blazing, leaving you to wonder if he likes you

But the second you start catching on, he notices, and throws curveballs to get you off the trail

Then you're all like ok maybe he doesn't like me in that way???

He's really quiet around you, which is bizarre, since Eren is always the loud-mouthed hot head who speaks his mind unashamedly

Honey idc what y'all think he has THE most unholy thoughts about his crush over all the AOT boys

Gets jealous so damn easily

Especially jealous over Jean and Armin being too friendly w you

You two started this inside joke about calling him 'daddy' (because he claimed the daddy kink was 'cringe') and, oh boy, his heart flutters whenever you joke around and call him daddy

He HATES hugs... but he gives you hugs <3 And long ones, too

That's all for this post, bye sweeties!

[gh9stirr]

“ i won’t let them get to you anymore, i promise. “

summary ; ever since you “disrespected” the tsaritsa, the fatui has been on your tail ever since, and you’ve been hiding this from your lover ever since. well, until she figured it out..

featured ; ningguang, gn!reader

genre ; angst with comfort!

warnings ; mentions of kidnapping and torture, crying (idk why this needs a warning tbh), lowercase writing

you arrived back at the jade chamber at 3 am. you sighed in relief as you weakly walk inside the floating castle. it was dark, with no servant or secretary in sight. ‘perfect,’ you thought. you wouldn’t want anyone to see you like this.

great.

the fatui has caught up to you already. ever since you fled snezhnaya when you were 17 years old, the organization has been trying to catch you. 

why?

all because of 6 words.

“why is the tsaritsa our god?”

ever since you said those words when you were 14 years old, your life has changed for the worst. you were kidnapped by the fatui because of the tsaritsa’s orders and have been treated awfully for 3 years until you finally ran. 3 years of chains getting whipped on your back, 3 years of shock “therapy”, 3 years of cruel kicks to your stomach.

it was so unfair. 

when you left and headed off to liyue, your life has definitely gotten a lot better, hell--you even managed to pull the tianquan when you turned 21! life was great with ningguang. it felt as if the archons themselves sent her to you, and your lover felt the same.

but.. you decided to not tell her about your past, though. lovers shouldn’t keep things from each other, you know that. but.. you didn’t want the already too-busy tianquan to worry about you. it was the last thing you wanted; to worry ningguang. 

not telling your lover was going smoothly, until the fatui finally found out where you are. 

you were just going out on a night stroll alone, since ningguang was taking care of some important matters back in the jade chamber. it was a peaceful walk until you saw a masked man blocking your way. you thought nothing of it, and tried walking past, until you heard an all-too familiar voice.

“y/n. we finally found you.” and then you knew. 3 years of pain. you knew exactly who it was. 

the fatui.

just when you were about to run, 3 other soldiers cornered you into a dark alley. you tried fighting back with your cryo vision, which was successful! ..it did leave you with a lot of wounds and a huge scar on your back. 

now, you’re in the jade chamber, trying to stay as quiet as possible as to not awaken anyone; you don’t want anyone to see you. not in this shape. your breath was heavy when you finally reached the infirmary, thanking the archons that no one was there. you sat down on one of the hospital beds and began patching yourself up. 

‘what’ll i say to ningguang when she sees me like this?’ you came up with a million excuses when this question went in your head, like “i tripped!” or “i ran into a few hilichurls on the way back.”

“y/n? what happened to you?”

oh no.

your head snapped as you looked at ningguang, her face full of worry. the blonde rushed over to you, checking every single wound you received from the incident. she saw the big wound on your back and audibly gasped, immediately getting the necessary treatment.

“ningguang, it’s ok! i-”

“shh.” she cut you off. you fell silent. 

after a few winces, the treatment was done. she settles down beside you and uses her left hand to hold your waist. 

“love, please. tell me what happened. in full detail.” she started as she softly caresses your cheek with her right hand. your lover was always so gentle to you--the way she looks at you, the way she holds you, it was all too much. 

you broke down crying, throwing yourself in ningguang’s arms. you buried your face on the crook of her neck, blurting out a small “they found me” in between sniffles. obviously, this wasn’t quite specific for your lover to understand, but she held you anyway. whispering soft “i love you”s and “it’s alright”s.

when you finally calmed down, your lover wiped away your tears and asked you to explain what happened. with a few sniffles and breaths, you explained everything to her. including from when you were treated badly and how they found you after fleeing when you were 17. all this information was a lot to carry for ningguang--i mean, she also felt like crying--but she kept her composure. listening to you attentively and making sure to reassure you every time you paused your ramble for a moment.

“oh love, why didn’t you tell me sooner?” ningguang whispered, holding you close to her. you replied that you didn’t want to burden her and make her worry since she’s already so busy. 

your lover cupped your cheeks and gave you a soft, gentle kiss and told you to rest in her bedroom and she’ll join much later because of work. you did as told after saying your good night’s. 

the tianquan went back to her office and sat down on her chair. she looked at the multitude of paperwork that she has finished already and sighed. 

ningguang took a piece of paper and wrote the words “conduct a search for the fatui around all of liyue. send our most powerful millelith group.” she hanged this piece of paper on one of her secretary’s task board and sat back down on her chair. 

“i’ll protect you, my y/n...” she mumbled under her breath. 

“no matter how long it takes.”

hello!! thank you for reading!! i’m sorry if this one was a bit sloppy.. i was feeling tired when i wrote this! have a great day <33

word count: 904 words

[yellowhollyhock]

this got me thinking about bayverse raph and 07 donnie, and I wanted to write a oneshot where they hug but instead I have ended up with this multichapter concept where they hopefully will both be hugged eventually

so I guess here's part one of Where's the Honor in Secrets, update to come idk when maybe this year

part 1 part 2

"So Leo told Donnie to keep it a secret. From us?"

Mikey paused as he realized where Raph's head was at. Mikey, who, just like Donnie, was ready to accept Leo's decision no matter how unfair. Mikey who wanted so badly to go to the Halloween festival, or comic con, or even the supermarket.

Mikey wouldn't call Leo out on his behavior. And somebody needed to.

"No?" Mikey squeaked, utterly unconvincing. "Hold on." But Raph wasn't listening.

"Who does he think he is?"

Leo was in the dojo, peacefully playing his part as the most responsible ninja even as he kept from his brothers the one thing they'd always wanted most desperately.

Raph strode in with confidence and purpose, righteous fury driving him forward.

"Pop quiz: what are the three most important traits of the ninja?"

He stumbled, confused by his surroundings. He had just stepped under the doorway into the dojo; he'd seen Leo inside practicing before. He turned around to see where he'd come from.

Everything was wrong.

He looked in front of him again, finding, instead of the dojo, someone else's living room.

And like that wasn't weird enough, a little green guy, probably barely over five feet tall, sitting in a rolling chair and wearing a headset.

The strange mutant stared at him, but held up a finger and spoke to someone else.

"Please hold."

He pressed a button, removed his headset, and whirled his chair to face Raph.

They stared at each other. Raph fidgeted. The little guy had looked like a frog at first, but now Raph could see he was definitely a turtle. He even wore a purple ninja mask.

Was he dreaming?

"What?" the turtle in the chair broke the silence.

Raph startled. "What?"

The smaller turtle blinked at him. "What did you ask me, while I was on the phone?"

Raph gaped. This was definitely a dream, it had to be--but he could feel his heart hammering, his face was still flushed with anger. He'd been talking with Mikey in the other room two seconds ago.

"That's what you're asking?" he blurted.

The smaller turtle winced at the increase in volume. "Um," he looked Raph up and down, "I mean, I have a lot of questions, but it seemed the most polite to ask about what you just said, and if I knew that it might give me a starting point to know what else to ask, because right now this makes literally no sense and I don't know what I don't know. Does that make sense?"

Oh, this was going to be a long day. Or dream, or whatever it was. "No, it doesn't."

The smaller turtle sighed and rubbed his eyes. "I'm going with, you're a hallucination and that probably means I haven't slept, so. I'm gonna finish this call and then clock out."

That left him with all kinds of concerns of varying urgency, but somehow the only thing he managed to say was, "Hey! I'm not a hallucination."

"That's exactly what a hallucination would say," the smaller turtle smirked with misplaced smugness as he slipped his headset back on.

"No it ain't!" he protested, even though it probably was.

"Thank you for holding. Do you see the three dots at the top left corner of your screen?"

Something about the clipped, professional tone had Raph waiting patiently, hands folded neatly in front of him. Waiting made him antsy, especially since he still had no idea where he was or who he was talking to, but he pushed the panic down for now. This was probably all a dream anyway.

He zoned out while his dream who thought he was a hallucination finished walking a stranger through changing their settings.

Then, finally, the headset was tossed unceremoniously onto the desk, and the smaller turtle beelined for--away from Raph.

"Hey!"

He didn't even glance over his shoulder. Raph hated being ignored. He crossed the room in three long steps, and grabbed the at-this-point-probably-not-a-dream by the shoulder.

"Don't leave me here!"

He turned the weird mini-mutant around to face him, and was shocked to see the little guy's eyes fill with fear. He immediately drew his hands back; he hadn't meant to be too rough. He was usually good about keeping control while he fought, always bearing in mind that humans were smaller, with softer skin, and no protective shell.

But now he wasn't fighting, and probably hadn't been careful enough.

"Uh, sorry. I just wanna know how I got here and who you are and how I'm gonna get home. I didn't mean to--are you okay?"

The smaller turtle didn't appear hurt, but he was blinking away tears. He seemed a bit out of it, and it was kind of freaking Raph out. He sort of reminded him of Donnie when he got focused on one thing and startled easily, if Donnie were very small and smiled a lot less.

"'M good," he swiped at his snout. "Sorry. Just got startled. I mean, I wasn't expecting you to be corporeal."

Raph took another look at the little creature in front of him, whose reaction to a stranger appearing in his living room had been 'what.' The purple mask concealed the dark circles under his eyes, but Raph could guess they were there from the slumped shoulders and bloodshot eyeballs. He looked like he might fall over if someone talked too loudly in his direction.

"How long did you say it's been since you slept?"

He laughed awkwardly and quickly changed the subject. His sudden turnaround startled Raph a little. "Don't worry about it. Now that we for sure know you are in fact corporeal, we should probably figure out how you got here and how you're going to get back to wherever you came from."

"I knew I was corporeal," Raph argued instinctively. He bit his tongue; this weird sleep-deprived little mutant was his best chance at getting home.

To his surprise, the little guy started pushing him towards the couch. He was a lot stronger than he looked.

"Wait here," he instructed, "I need to get my notes."

"Your notes?" Raph was starting to get irritated. "How often do you get random people dropping in here?"

He was already walking away. Raph twisted to look over the back of the couch so he could shout at his retreating shell. "I still don't even know who you are!"

A door clicked shut. Raph sighed angrily. He tried to make himself comfortable on the couch while he waited.

Was he in some kind of mutant turtle world? Was this a punishment for doubting Leo's decision about becoming human?

The purple-masked mutant reappeared with a clipboard clutched under one arm, a thick textbook in another. It wasn't exactly reassuring.

He settled on the armchair, setting the book down next to himself and clicking his pen on and off. "Best theory I have so far is an alternate dimension," he announced. "What's your name, by the way?"

Raph crossed his arms, eyeing the clipboard mistrustfully. "You first."

The little mutant shrugged. "I'm Donnie."

Raph's heart-rate spiked. "That's--" he fought to keep his tone and expression calm. He didn't really have the luxury to not trust this guy at all, but he couldn't exactly fully trust him either. "That's my brother's name."

Donnie scribbled eagerly on the clipboard. He flipped the back to a dog-eared page, but kept talking instead of reading. "Well that pretty much confirms it. You're Raphael, right? And your brothers are Leo, Mikey, and Donnie."

Okay, that was definitely the exact opposite of reassuring. Was he meant to understand that he'd somehow landed himself in some kind of mirror-world, where short, frog-like versions of his family worked customer service jobs over the phone? The worst part was, if a situation like that dropped into his living room back home, this was pretty much exactly how Donnie would break the news.

"Can I talk to Master Splinter?" he asked, rather than confirm his name.

"Ah, no. Bad idea. This time of night, with this kind of news... we better not. But you can meet Mikey!"

Alright, that was downright suspicious. Why would Mikey be the only one he could meet? Something about this whole situation was deeply off. But Raph didn't know what to do, besides stay on his guard. He'd literally been in his own living room not fifteen minutes ago.

Donnie was already knocking lightly on Mikey's bedroom door. Raph wondered if this Mikey's room was next to his and across from Donnie's, like back home.

He didn't have much time to think about it before a turtle even smaller than Donnie, this one maskless, was practically on top of him.

"Who are you? Is he Raph? He's got a red mask and twin sai. Are you Raph? Is he from a parallel universe like in The One?"

Donnie chuckled. "Well, I hope it isn't too much like The One, but yes. As far as we've determined, this is Raph from a parallel universe. Seems like there was some kind of unexplained link between our worlds that he slipped through accidentally. I haven't determined what caused it, so I need you to call out of work tomorrow and be very careful around the exit. Raph, this is my brother Mikey. You'll meet Raph and Master Splinter in the morning."

Something about having a hyper Mikey practically in his lap and hearing Donnie's sleepy rambles put Raph at ease in spite of himself. It also made him ache for his own brothers, and Donnie's less than thorough explanation of how he'd gotten here didn't inspire confidence that he'd be able to get back.

"Okay," he managed to croak out, unsure what else to say.

"What's your favorite food? We could make it tomorrow. Hey, we should watch a movie! I bet you haven't seen any of the same movies we've seen."

Raph glanced uncertainly between the two of them. Donnie gave him a sympathetic look.

"He's probably tired, Mikey. I'll set up a couple air mattresses, I think that's as comfortable as we can offer tonight. Unless you'd want to sleep in Leo's bed? It'll be kinda small for you, but firmer than an air mattress."

Raph had about a million questions--where was Leo? Why were these guys so short? Why couldn't they wake up Master Splinter, or their Raph? What was that about being careful near the exit? And besides all that, he still had his own brothers and that purple stuff that could change their lives on his mind.

But mostly, he was wondering what kinds of movies they had in other dimensions.

"Actually, I'm nocturnal. I'd be down for a movie."

Donnie and Mikey exchanged identical grins--the kind that made Raph wonder what he'd just gotten himself into.

He leaned forward and held up a finger.

"No cartoons."

They both laughed, and Raph felt himself smile.

[thesolarangel]

Hiii again!

Ohh beauty that's totally okay I just said it because it was something that passed through my mind but I totally understand 🥰🥰 for the other part well.. If I want to specify maybe I'll say something like "Elrond as your boyfriend" maybe when he asks you if you want to become the said girlfriend? Or just what he would be like when flirting you know?

Idk I just feel he'll be so shy and blushes so much that I'm already melting ❤️ but honestly it's very late where I live so Idk if the idea is a good one 😭😂 So as I really love your writing feel free to do this or whatever comes to your mind with this pretty boy, I'll be here to read it anyway!

Hope all of this was not stupid and not helping 😭

Have a good night dear ❤️

Thank you so much for the lovely ask, my friend! ❤️ I hope this is to your liking:

Tags: mentions of alcohol

Elrond and reader are dating, Elrond is a bit shy, he’s inexperienced and blushes easily. The two of them haven’t said “I love you” to each other yet…

Elrond seemed a little distracted this evening. He dodged your looks and was fiddling with the hem of his sleeve the entire time you were walking to this supposedly secret dinner date, he had invited you to, just the two of you at a secluded place he wouldn’t tell you.

After a few minutes you had arrived at a small picnic Elrond had prepared and it looked very cozy and inviting.

You made yourself comfortable, but it seemed like something was bothering Elrond, he was glancing over to you, so you put down the bread you were going to eat and looked at him questioningly.

“What’s on your mind, Elrond?” you asked carefully.

“I would like to ask you something…”

“Yes?” you encouraged him without pressuring him too much, but now you were really intrigued.

His eyes met yours. “Will you be my partner?” It came out as a whisper and now he was really blushing.

“Oh! I thought I already am!” You were confused… you had been dating for a few months now. Surely he must’ve known that you were together at this point…

“Well, I wanted to make it official…” he was staring down at his hands again, too shy to look you in the eyes.

Now it hit you and you realized: This was something really special he had planned for you, you looked around at the gleaming lanterns, the wine and food he had set up and the place he had picked out.. It was truly romantic.

You took his hands in yours and looked up at him, smiling softly. “I’m yours, Elrond.”

His face lit up immediately and he almost knocked you over with the force of his hug, you yelped and then you were both laughing with excitement and happiness.

He held you tightly for a moment and then gazed at you fondly. His cheeks were slightly flushed and his bright blue eyes were glowing, your heart was pounding in your chest.

“I love you so much.” you blurted out.

He smiled from ear to ear “I love you, melissë… Can I call you that?”

“Of course.” you answered and pulled him into a deep kiss.

________

(I’m not very happy with the word “partner” here… but it’s the only gender neutral alternative for boyfriend/girlfriend I could come up with…)

Maybe I’ll write the “Will you marry me?” someday, too!

Headcanon 4 of 4, yay!

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[c2-eh]

I HAD MY MORNING THOUGHT AND IT WAS SO RANDOM (i dont want to suffer alone so you need to hear it too😅)

so what if- carlos doing the 'i made you look ' tiktok trend (persuaded by his sister, ofc) and when the lyrics goes 'but i'm hotter when my morning hair is a mess' he ruffled his soft messy hair back and carlos grining teasingly into camera--and we have Charles just choked watching the whole video🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

this took forever and I could have just answered, but I wanted to write this little something for you, so i hope you enjoy aksksks. Idk what is it with me writing silly fics, but anywaaaay.

After the whole day of being busy — training with Andrea to not get out of shape, grocery shopping, doing sim race, playing piano and million other things — Charles finally had time to scroll through everything he missed in the day.

So far, nothing much.

He was sitting on his couch in compromised position, his chin touching his chest. He was aware his neck is most likely gonna hurt tomorrow, but that's fine. It won't last, after all the training he endures.

His thumb was moving up and down in the same motion, as he was mindlessly diving deeper into his tiktok, not really paying attention to anything that showed up.

Until he saw Carlos' face show up on his screen.

Meghan Trainor's song filled the silent living room of Charles' flat, making him more alert. He moved upwards to sit straighter and focus on his phone, his eyes not leaving his phone screen.

The video started with Carlos wearing the plain grey t-shirt, as he mouthed the lyrics of the song.

I could have my Gucci on (Gucci on)

Charles watched Carlos move his very hairy arm over the screen, creating a transition to him wearing a button up with a blazer on top. Charles' brain stopped functioning for a minute, his eyes trying to see things outside the frame, which is quite impossible. He was visible only from his chest up, but it did not take anything away from his beauty.

I could wear my Louis Vuitton

Charles wasn't done inspecting Carlos in his suit on the screen, when he saw the flash of his hand moving up and down and suddenly, he was wearing his race suit. Charles isn't sure if race suit is worth a Louis Vuitton status, but if anyone would call it that, it's Carlos.

No matter how many times Charles has seen Carlos in his Ferrari race suit, it still made the butterflies flutter in his stomach. There is something about him in red, that makes him so sexy, that Charles is unable to look away.

But even with nothin' on

Bet I made you look (I made you look)

Well and with this, he indeed made everyone look. Unfortunately (or fortunately?), his whole body wasn't visible, only his shoulders and the top of his chest, but it was clear Carlos was shirtless. "Well, obviously," Charles scoffed internally at himself.

Carlos' tanned skin looked delicious and Charles wanted to run his hands over his shaved sculpted chest.

Yeah, I look good in my Versace dress (take it off)

Charles has never seen this trend on his for you page, but he was hooked. It was probably only because of Carlos, not the idea of it, but anyway. In this frame, Carlos had a dark blue sweater on with white shirt underneath. He looked stunning. He was still mouthing the lyrics, although with a little difficulty. All Charles could focus on was his plump bottom lip he wanted to bite so bad.

But I'm hotter when my morning hair's a mess

Plain white t-shirt was what Carlos had on. Charles could see him ruffle his hair to the words of the song and his brain malfunctioned in that exact second. His beautiful dark brown locks tousled in every direction and his veiny hand buried in them did it for Charles.

He was aware of his attraction for his teammate, but he was always collected, when it came to his little — or maybe not so little actually — crush. Although, he sometimes let the heart eyes or unnecessary touches slip, he was good. He was proud of himself for controlling himself and not blurting his every thought at Carlos.

But now? Charles was doomed.

Thank god he was alone, because if someone was with him right now, they for sure would get concerned for his well-being, hearing the same part of the song playing over and over again, while he was staring at the blank point on ceiling.

Charles shook his head and grabbed his phone back into his hands. He looked at the caption, something about Carlos' sister initiating it and so on. Upon opening the comment section, Charles was met with multiple comments from fan accounts and people literally thirsting over Carlos.

The Spaniard knows what he's doing.

With shaky fingers hovering over the screen, he typed a comment, his brain not really processing what he was doing.

Mate, we should have done this together. Could be more fun 😘

Just as he taps on the little red circle with white arrow, he regrets it. Charles' fingers freeze, hovering over the screen, his black and white profile picture staring mockingly at him.

The emoji is inappropriate. But Charles is known for putting weird emojis in his captions, right? No harm done.

No wait, he should delete it, PR won't be happy. And the tone is suggestive.

He must have been lost in his mind for couple moments, because as he looks back — the stupid song still playing — he sees multiple likes and replies under his comment.

Fuck.

[scrybe-of-writings]

It's Normal - P03 & FtM Reader

TW: Gender Crisis, negative thoughts about Gender Crisis, internalized transphobia

oughh the first thing i ever post is a fic about two fellas being trans. go figure. fic's under the cut have fun go ham

I am down horrendously bad for this guy but I also kind of meant to leave this ambiguous on purpose so I guess it's your call on whether it's romantic or platonic or just two guys Being Silly

also I've always headcanoned p03 as being ftm but i guess if you think about it this could be interpreted as either? maybe? idk man robots and gender are equally complicated to write for all i know is that this guy is Not Cis

“I think… I’m trans,” you blurted one game. It had been quiet for a few minutes, nearly bordering on awkward—the two of you hadn’t taken a break for quite some time, and you had begun to run out of things to talk about.

P03 set down a card. “What?”

Immediately, your face began to burn. You should have expected this, really. Why did you think that he, of all people, would get it? Did he even know what being trans was? If so, he’d surely find you even more disgusting than he already had. Stupid. Stupid, stupid—

“Are you going to elaborate, or are you just going to keep your face in your hands?”

Oh. Um.

You lifted your head. “Uh. Trans. Transgender? I think I’m transgender.”

“The hell is that?” Jesus. Okay.

“Uhh. You know, like—um. Okay—so—you know how we have, like, the concept of gender, right? Like. Men and women and all that jazz. And you know how I’m like. A girl. But the thing is I’m not. But. Like. Okay maybe yeah I look like a girl but I’m not really because calling myself that is really super gross and sometimes I wonder if I’d feel better about myself if I cut my hair and stopped wearing blouses and—”

 “God. Okay, slow down. I can’t understand a thing you say when you ramble like that. It’s irritating.”

“I want to cut my hair. And wear bigger clothes. And make my voice lower? I guess?”

He just stared. God, you were a weirdo. Even if he was neutral before, there was no way he wouldn’t despise you after that explanation. Why couldn’t you keep your shit together for ten minutes? You could feel his gaze burning straight through you, but the worst part was that you couldn’t figure out why. He hadn’t said anything for several seconds, and you were getting extremely worried. What the hell was going on in that processor of his? You hated the fact that he was so hard to read sometimes.

The silence was getting too much. “So… there’s that.”

“So what’s the big deal?”

You blinked. “What?”

“I said, ‘what’s the big deal?’ Okay, you have long hair and stuff. Just change it. What, you want scissors? We’re in a factory. Made of metal. Find them yourself. Don’t leave hair on the floor.”

“You’re not grossed out?”

“Am I not supposed to be?” There it was. You knew this would happen. Of course. ‘Do what you like, but I still won’t be a fan’-type shit. God. Stupid. Stupid—

“Of course I’m still grossed out by you. You sweat and leave stray hairs everywhere and you make messes when you eat and I had to install a bathroom because of you. Do you know how much that screwed up the synergy we’ve got going on here? Our system? Beasts are disgusting. Was your haircut supposed to change that?” He scoffed, then went back to looking at his cards. “Your ideas are unhinged, challenger.” 

“No, me being trans.”

“What about it?”

“I—?” This was going in a very different direction than you'd thought it would. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little relieved, but part of you still wasn’t convinced that he wasn’t playing some kind of trick on you. “Doesn’t that freak you out?”

“No…? Did you hit your head? Do you have some kind of brain-eating parasite? Did you breathe in some of those freaky mushrooms? I told you not to go back there. Anyway, it happens to everyone. Chill out. You’re not special.”

Wait. “What?”

“What?” “What do you mean it happens to everyone?”

“I mean it happens to everyone.”

Did— Was he—?

“I… don’t think so.”

“Of course it does.”

“So it’s happened to Dredger? And Inspector? Leshy? The mages?”

“Okay, maybe not everyone,” he said, a little too quickly. “But it’s not some super interesting thing like I’m betting you’re hoping it is. Super normal. So calm down. Are we done?” P03’s eyes refused to meet your own, despite how much they were darting around, and you could hear clicks getting increasingly louder as he kept stacking the same cars on the table. “Can we get back to our game, now?”

Holy shit. You didn’t think you’d ever seen him this uncomfortable before. A few minutes prior you might have thought it was because you were the culprit—freaking him out with your weird gender moment and all—but you were beginning to suspect that maybe it was something else. You had never been one to pry, but…

“P03?”

“What.”

“Do… you want to talk about something?”

He hesitated, like he was about to let his walls down, even for a second, but stopped himself, and you saw the emotion leave his face again. Still he refused to show vulnerability, it seemed. He picked up his cards. “No. Not really.”

You picked yours up, too. “Alright. Well, if you change your mind… We’re a little bit in need of a conversation topic, aren’t we?”

“Tsk. Okay."

The room was quiet again, but after a while, you heard a very soft, "Scissors are in the middle drawer. You’re really stupid, you know that?”

“Ha, ha. Okay, buddy."

[folliesandfolderols]

Writing prompts day 21

From this prompt list. I set a goal of writing at least 150 words per day in 2024, which sounds pretty pathetic but if you take into account the fact that I haven’t written any fiction since 2019 it felt like a feasible target. And then somehow it turned into “I’m going to write a single interconnected story utilizing all of these prompts” which ?????, what can I say, I am incredibly foolish and there's no limit to my capacity for self-deceit. Anyway, it's fully drafted now, topped out at about 88k, and I'll be unlocking tumblr posts as I edit.

read from the beginning here

Days 19 & 20 here

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24. “Say please.”

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Tim fell back into bed as soon as he returned to the Nest and didn't wake up for thirteen hours, which might have been a new record for him. He was conscious of being annoyed before he even opened his eyes, but couldn't remember why until he had poured his second cup of coffee down his throat and his brain finally kicked into gear.

Oh right. Damian had been an asshole. What a surprise.

It wasn't until his fourth cup of coffee, drunk in between bites as he shoveled scrambled eggs into his mouth and typed on his laptop with his free hand, that he recalled his parting verbal shot and dropped his fork on his plate with a clatter.

"Oh, fuck," he blurted, and the horror in his voice echoed through the room.

He ran to his room to look at his phone for the first time since he'd fallen asleep, and found a chain of unread messages from Stephanie.

timothy jackson drake, what the hell did you DO

why is the baby bat down here punching the bag like captain america pining for peggy

I'm not joking he looks gray

like he's sick or something

except for where he's bright red

and he came storming back down here after you two talked so I’m guessing it was something you said

whatever it was I think it was pretty bad

seriously I know my therapist keeps telling me I have to stop triangulating but u might need to do something or debriefs are gonna be a shitshow

unless it was all his fault. idk I’m not ur mom

Tim swallowed, and swallowed again as he scrolled down the screen. Fuck. Fuuuuck. Damian might have started it, but Tim had brought the equivalent of a nuclear weapon to a knife fight. Shit. How tired had he been?

He texted back, i fucked up so bad steph and sent it before he could think better of it.

She responded fast, so she might have been waiting for his reply. No shit? well now u have to do ur least fave thing and I'm guessing it's gonna be pretty rough

Tim frowned. whats my least fave thing

She sent him a string of emoji in various states of sadness followed by, apologize u poor man. I know it burns to be part of the human race and have to admit it out loud

Tim sighed, but she wasn't done yet. A cascade of rapid-fire follow-ups popped down his screen.

and again I can't emphasize enough how little I give a shit if u and dami are fighting except that it makes everything awkward forever

and bruce gets all broody about it which is even more awkward

so pull ur head out of ur ass and pop his free too while you're at it because I was just waiting for him to throw some kind of fat joke at me

and I don't want to kill a young man

Tim snorted. say please

The three dots pulsed for a very long time, and he grinned. Finally, she replied, please, help me, red robin, ur my only hoe

lies i know ur friends

tim srsly pls just make things not suck

He sighed. mission accepted

good. I know he can be such an asshole but he rly did look like he was gonna puke

Tim dropped the phone on his mattress and buried his face in his hands, groaning. Great. Apology it was. Assuming Damian would even accept.

Days twenty-two and twenty-three here

[shares-a-vest]

"Claudia Henderson to the Rescue" for the wip title tag game?

Thanks for the ask Momo 💖

I feel like I've written myself into a bit of a corner with this one. Orrr I might be overthinking it way too much.

This fic is an expansion of a ficlet I wrote about Wayne and Claudia discussing Steve moving in with the Hendersons. At the time I felt like I was drafting a bunch of things that could all be part of one story and the reception to that ficlet and comments encouraged me to go ahead with pursuing a single story.

BUT because I'm choosing to switch POV's throughout, I'm finding each part to be really varying in word length. At least that's what I'm blaming it on. Eg. Eddie's and Steve's povs are quite long as I'm more confident in writing their voices as opposed to a character like Claudia.

Plus I think I should return to Steve's POV throughout because the story is ultimately about him and I don't want it to read like everyone is telling him what to do. And that is just making it all longer. Like it feels long-winded for about half of it but then tapers off??? Ugh idk.

A snippet (from Steve's POV):

“Alright, alright!” Steve bellows as he jogs to the front door, “Hold your horses!” The knocking is incessant and admittedly, loud enough for him to hear from the laundry room. It makes sense though, when he reaches the door and spots the flat-top haircut next to a shorter person donning orange-red pigtails through the glass pane. “What?” he spits as he opens the door, greeted with a pair of far too-sweet smiles from Lucas and Max. “Just visiting,” Lucas chimes as Max promptly elbows him in the stomach hard enough that he corrects himself with a spluttering, “Ouch – uh, I mean… We need to talk.” Before Steve has time to respond, Max pushes inside past him, scraping her skateboard on the door as she goes. She dumps it in the foyer, letting the thing roll until it hits the skirting board, bouncing back and into it again. If his parents showed any indication of actually coming back to Hawkins, he’d be worried about the eggshell paint chipping. But considering how unlikely their reappearance seems (at least right now), he is far more concerned about the young duo sitting themselves down on the living room couch, moving in perfect sync as they look up at him with a level of seriousness they reserve only for meddling. “Yes?” he says, placing his hands on his hips and steadfastly refusing to sit down. He doesn’t have time, anyway. He needs to be at work in twenty minutes. “Everyone is conspiring, y’know?” Max smirks. Lucas nods, tight-lipped and bouncing his leg like he is about to burst. But honestly? Steve trusts him the most. “About what?” he asks, looking directly at the boy. “How could you not tell me about Eddie!” Lucas blurts out, practically shouting.

Ask me about my WIP folder

[angelvyxen]

Ok question how do I write a book like here’s the beginning of it in a way I scraped this tho cause I didn’t think it was good enough :/ ACTUALLY NO IM NOT ABOUT TO EMBARRASS MYSELF LMAO

It’s just idk how to describe a lot and plus idk how to make the characters talk it’s weird and idk why either can you give me some pointers + tips?

Ahh, a writing advice ask, it’s my time to shine lmao. You should have put in what you had so far so I can get a feel for your writing. If you feel comfortable, message me privately so we can talk (please do because I’m all excited now lol). Don’t discourage yourself or feel bad about your writing, most of what I write is hot ass sewage anyways.

The way you describe things and how your character talks depends heavily on if you’re writing in 1st, 2nd, or 3rd person. All of my imagines are written in a mix of 2nd and 3rd person because I want to avoid falling into the Y/N style of writing, but if that works for you, that’s fine!

With character dialogue

• Try to avoid writing like you would text. EX:

“She looked a hot ass mess, lmao 🤣.” She said.

Nobody says lmao when they’re actually talking, nor do people use emojis when they talk. I know it may seem bland to write without them but steer clear of that, it doesn’t read well.

• Try to build a personality around your character.

I’m not too sure if you’re writing imagines or full stories, but either way try to give your character some kind of personality that would set them apart. This doesn’t mean that they have to have some kind of elaborate back story, but if you can think of little quirks for them it helps. When I wrote “You got me fucked up.” I kept in mind that Melo’s entire personality in that imagine was him being fucking crazy over his ex, so I made sure not to stray too far away from that. Sometimes people tend to make their characters seem like they have multiple personalities on accident.

If you’re writing about a person that already exists, you might not need to do this depending on what you’re writing about. With my imagines, I try to imagine how I’d think Melo would actually act but sometimes I deviate from that because he acts like an actual toddler most times. No shade to LaFrance lmao.

• Don’t fall into the ‘said’ trap

Try to have variety when you write the way your characters say things. You don’t always have to say ‘he said’ or ‘she said’, try to find other substitutes based off the emotion you’re trying to give off. Like blurted, announced, murmured.

There’s a big difference between,

“Because I don’t want you talking to him!” Melo said loudly, looking at you mad.

And,

“Because, I don’t want you talking to him!” Melo snapped, his face contorting in rage as he glared down at you.

• Describe their expression.

Like the example above, try to describe the characters expression. You don’t have to do this every time, but adding it in when needed (I feel) elevates your writing,

With describing things

• Describing Things: People.

My biggest thing with this is to make sure you reread. Sometimes something will be playing out perfectly in your head and then you go over it and realize it makes no sense (I do this alll the time).

When describing people try not to go all 2013-17 Wattpad.

“Hi my name is Marie and I’m 5’2 and I’m lightskin and I have short curly hair all the way down to my back and I’m thick as fuck!”

No. Just no. I’m not saying don’t have short, thick, light skin characters but don’t describe them like that. Instead build up to their character description rather than having them spit out a long, run on sentence about what they look like. I like to describe characters while they’re doing something, like getting ready for the day or going to work, etc.

Here are some first person examples:

“I ran the lotion over my skin, loving how it brought out the natural glow of my dark skin.”

“After popping in my last contact lens, blinking a couple times to get use to the feeling, I looked at myself in the mirror. My full, heart shaped lips were coated in my favorite gloss and my almond shaped eyes were accentuated with the few layers of mascara I put on that morning.”

“I stood up from the chair, smoothing the wrinkles out of my dress as I fully came to my feet. I was wearing one of my favorite black, bodycon dresses today. It hugged my curves perfectly, accentuating my thick thighs and hips without making me look like a slut. Just the right amount of sassy and classy.”

Now, these aren’t perfect because I made them up on the fly but you can see the difference.

• Describing Things: Places

If you’re writing about an actual place, like if the characters are walking through uptown Charlotte, find pictures of place and use them to help you describe where they are.

Because I’m a crazy person who loves detail, when I’m describing a place like a restaurant, I’ll go on google and look at actual restaurants that match what I’m thinking of in my head and use that.

Try not to make every place sound like the same place if that makes sense. Not every restaurant has white table clothes, or chandeliers, or waiters who dress in crisp, black suits.

Additional tips!

If you want more describing words for things, consult google! Searching up synonyms for certain words has been my saving grace.

But, also bear in mind that you don’t have to use a bunch of big words to make your writing good. There are plenty of books written in good ole’ plain English. You don’t need to sound like Shakespeare to be that bitch in these streets.

If you want inspo, look at other peoples writing. That helps you get a feel for how you can write and how it will come off to reader, just don’t copy.

Proof read. Proof read. PROOF. READ! You may find some spelling mistakes or think of a better way to describe something.

If you want me to go more in depth, just hit my line. I hope this helped somewhat. 🫶🏾

[mslilyth]

hello

So it's like 11:30 pm here when I'm writing this, I was reading Radio Silence by Alice Oseman (GREAT writer btw, check her out) and got inspired to.. start this I guess? idk.

I've been looking for a way to blurt my emotions out, things I keep to myself or just random stuff, because some shit can just not be said to other people, because they don't care. At least not the people around me anyways, maybe there are people out there that would like to hear me talk about random shit all the time.

But yeah I'm not even done with the book yet, but it's been AMAZING so far. I feel like I've been trapped the past years of my life trying to be a person that other people want me to be or just see me as. I did "science" as my overall study program in high school. I had lots of maths, biology, chemistry, physics.. you know, the usual. And I did that stuff for 4 years till the end.. I hated like 98% of it. I felt like I got pressured into doing that because I had (and still have) a fascination for numbers, but I didn't like it that much. Last year I tried to do political and social sciences.. yeah that didn't work out too.

I then realised I like helping other people and improve their lives so now I'm studying orthopedagogy (which is basically helping other people). I know people just want me to be happy and were encouraging me to do stuff they think I liked so I don't blame them.

Soo I guess I should be happy now?

I've even found a new hobby (photography, oo original) that made me feel some sort of fulfillment throughout the months, which has been feeling sooo great. I'm studying something I like (in a way that is not like just studying theory, I'm actively learning stuff by doing it not just listening to a teacher for 6 hours straight a day), I've been out as trans comfortably in school and everyone is so supportive.

But I still feel so sad. I don't know why, I feel like I'm ungrateful?

SO many people are supporting me, I feel like I'm just not even allowed to be sad.

Anyways (ADHD brain was talking again), Frances was so relatable in the book, and the part when she's going through a hard time, losing her best friend Aled who is gone to university because his identity got exposed and he blames Frances for everything.. that was so sad. I don't blame anyone there, they're both right to feel disappointed and distrusting since Aled has this awful relationship with his mother and Frances clearly did not want this to happen.

It showed that people who are living life at its best can easily fall down to the the worst parts of life, unexpectedly.

So as I mentioned I haven't finished the book yet (I'm planning to!) but I HIGHLY recommend it already.

Hope you cared 'bout what I said! -MsLilyth

[luvrseung]

𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃'𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 (2!)

## pairing(s)! bff's older brother! jake x reader

## synopsis! where y/n is absolutely head over heels for her best friend's older brother. to y/n's knowledge, Jake saw her as a little sister and because of that, she decides to try and get over her feelings. but why is it that once she tries to get over him, he realizes something too? (first part here!)

## genre! not too bad angst, not really fluff either ?? Idk dude I just work here

## wc! 1.3k

## warning(s)! cursing, and not much else?? but if u feel like there should be a warning for anything else, please let me know asap!!

## a/n! PART 2!!!! MWAHAHA I'm just letting all of you know now that there will be a part 3 😏 also this took me so long to write for no reason????? idk why butttttt please stay tuned for part 3 :D I hope you enjoy~~~

8:00 am, on the dot; you and Bella arrive at the school entrance, just in time for homeroom. As the two of you walk to your shared homeroom, Jake and his friends happen to spot you down the hall. Sunghoon is quick to nudge Jake in an attempt to get his attention, “Dude. Stop gawking. Just go and talk to her.” Jake’s gaze on you is broken, “Okay, chill! I wasn’t gawking.” Heeseung chimes in, “Jake, seriously. Go up and talk to her. Haven’t you known her since like…forever?”

"Well-yes. Okay, okay, it's not that simple guys."

"How?" Jay asks.

"Well, yeah... I have known her since forever. But, that's the problem..." Jake explains as he heaves out a sigh, "She's my little sister's best friend-"

"Okay, and?" Sunghoon interjects.

"I get that she's your little sister's best friend, but you can't help how you feel. If you like her, you like her." Heeseung says with a shrug as he gives Jake an 'I know you know I'm right' look.

Jake shakes his head, "Okay, but-"

Jake shakes his head, "Okay, but-"

"No more but's dude! Go talk to y/n's butt" Jay laughs as he cuts him off.

"Wait-no-!"

"Yeah, yeah, Sim. Just go talk to y/n," Heeseung brushes him off as he pushes Jake towards the direction of you and Bella. Leading with a stumble, he makes his way toward you. Jake was so nervous, so unbelievably beyond nervous. He didn't even know what he was going to say! But, right before he could catch up with you and Bella, a different guy approaches you. A quite tall one, at that.

Jake sees the two of you separate from Bella, and he's left standing in shock and confusion. Without thinking clearly, Jake makes a b-line to his sister. "Yo, Bella... hey, what's up?" he asks as he approaches her. "Jake? What do you mean what's up? I literally just saw you at home not even half an hour ago," Bella says confused.

"Yeah.. you're right.. haha... Anyways, who did y/n just go off with?"

"Oh, you saw that? Why do you care?" Bella lets out an evil-like giggle.

"Eh. Just wondering."

Bella makes a suggestive face, "Why-"

"Okay, nothing else? 'Kay, bye." Jake blurts out and leaves the scene immediately. Bella watches him run away in deep confusion. "Okay, then?" she says to herself and proceeds to head to her homeroom.

FIRST PERIOD

After walking with each other from homeroom to first period, you and Bella sit down. After getting situated, Bella speaks up, "Hey, y/nnie... I forgot to mention! Jake was asking about you earlier." Mentally, your eyes popped out of their sockets. But physically, your ears were the brightest shade of red. (Thank god your hair covered that up!) Shaking off how flustered you just got, you ask, "Oh... why? Wait, when?"

"Like, right after you went off with that guy."

"That guy has a name, you know.. It's-" you laugh

"Yeah, yeah. I know." Bella cuts you off with a giggle.

"Okay... anyways. What did Jake ask about me?"

"Why do you want to know so bad?" Bella smirks.

"Wh-what? I mean- Well- Wouldn't you want to know if someone was asking about you?"

"Relax y/nnie, I was just making fun. Why so flustered all of a sudden?"

"... oh, whatever." you put your head down in defeat.

After a minute Bella speaks up, "He was just wondering who you went off with. He was acting kinda weird after, though." You face her direction while your head was still down on your desk and let out a little "Hmph." Then, class started. As your teacher was going on and on about the lesson of the day, you couldn't help but think about a certain Sim sibling throughout the entirety of your class.

While daydreaming about Jake, Bella nudges your side in an attempt to get your attention. "What are you thinking about? Please tell me you aren't thinking about my brother right now," she says with a shit-eating grin. In utter shock and a little bit of a haze, you blurt out, "Oh my god, what." Bella lets out another mischievous giggle, "Anyways, class is over my very best friend, let's get going!" she exclaims as she drags you up from your seat and out of the classroom.

The bell rings and that's you and Bella's cue to head to your separate second periods. She bids you farewell with a, "See you at lunch y/nnie~" as she heads in the opposite direction from you. You release a deep breath you didn't know you were holding. Why is it that when you decide you're getting over Jake Sim, he pops up out of nowhere?

With thoughts of Jake clouding your mind, you try to shrug it off and head to your next class.

LUNCHTIME

While sitting with Bella at lunch, you tell her you gotta go meet up with someone and work on a project. She replies with a, " 'Kay!" and decides to join Jake and his friends at lunch. Walking up to the table, she's greeted by Sunghoon first, "Hey little Sim, you sitting with us today?" He pulls out a chair between him and Jake to make room. "Why're you sitting with us today?" Jake asks. "Well, y/n ditched me for some guy, so I'm stuck with you guys," she says as she jokingly rolls her eyes. Jake nudges her and everyone at the table laughs. After the laughter dies down, an awkward silence lingers. While Bella eats her lunch and has her attention focused on doing that, Jake looks around and sees all of his friends' eyes on him.

They seemed to have noticed that Jake's mood went down exponentially, hearing that y/n was eating lunch with another guy. Jake doesn't know what got into him, but he needed to see you. He begins to get up from the table, then Bella asks, "Yo, where you going?" He wasn't expecting the question, so he needed to come up with an excuse, and fast. "Oh! Um, I... oh! I'm going to the bathroom real quick," he musters out. "I'll be back guys," Jake informs the rest of his friends. They all know he's not really going to the bathroom.

After leaving the cafeteria, he doesn't know where to start. He starts to wander around the halls aimlessly. Passing by classroom after classroom, in search of you. And only you. Only you were on his mind. After feeling like he had checked every single room on campus, Jake came to a halt. Stepping aside from the middle of a hallway, he leans onto a wall of lockers. He grabs his hair in a frustrated way, while simultaneously sliding down onto the floor. He lets out a desperate laugh, "What am I doing?" he says to himself. He really doesn't know what he's doing. Why did he need to see you? What was he going to say when he saw you? And why can't he get you, his little sister's best friend, out of his head? "You are so stupid," he thought to himself. "You're Jake Sim! Get up off the floor," he thinks.

As Jake begins his long walk back to the cafeteria, he's stopped by a familiar laughter. Laughter he's heard almost every day since he was 4 years old. He can't miss that laugh from a mile away. Jake follows the chorus that is your laugh, and then he sees. He stops, and he sees. In an empty classroom, with the windows open, and the curtains being blown by a breeze, there sits you. You're laughing, and your beautiful smile is being emphasized by the sunlight shining gently onto you. You're like a dream. A beautiful and great dream. But you know what happens when you dream? You wake up. And Jake is awoken by the boy sitting to your right: Choi Soobin.

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❝are you jealous of my dog,❞

❝Are you seriously jealous of my dog,❞

pairing: sunghoon x reader

genre: angst (not really), fluff

warnings: being jealous of a dog- please do let me know if I should add anything!

wc: 619

"are you seriously jealous of my dog," said sunghoon as he stood at the doorframe. You hmph in annoyance at the question, "yeah, I am," you say snobbily.

"imagine seeing your boyfriend after a week because he's been so busy, and me being considerate, come to see you. And all I get is a hi, and you're off to feed your dog–" you huff out irritated, practically death glaring the dog in question, gaeul.

The boy said nothing in return rather than looking at you judgingly, "and you have nothing to say to that, just wow." You puff out a tch, getting up from your crouching stance and up on your feet before announcing, "i'm leaving," you say with your head held high, sending one last glare the dog's way, and out the doorway, you goes.

That didn't go as intended, as you lay sprawled out in your boyfriend's bed as he sat at his desk, typing away on his computer. Groaning in annoyance, you merely missed him, "are you just going to disregard my presence and type away at your computer all day," you drawl out, finding your patience running thin.

The silver-haired boy sighs heavily before turning back to look at you, sinking his head in his palms, soon, back to hitting away on the keyboard. His eyes skimmed over the text displayed, humming in aggravation at an error, hands advancing to the keyboard to fix it frantically.

Having watched the boy aimlessly stare at the screen for about an hour, laying there still on his bed, waiting for the said boy. You had enough, burying your head in the depths of his pillow, his scent evident, finding tears pooling up in your eyes. You blinked away the tears, helplessly dropping onto the pillow.

Sniffling, you sit up and attempt to ask one final time, with your nose runny and eyes red. "i asked if you had finished yet," you let out quieter than expected, causing the boy to click his tongue disapprovingly.

Pushing his chair away from the desk, he circles in it to face you, solely to be taken aback at the sight of your tear-stained face. Not sure what to do, he sprang out of the chair, eyebrows lifting in concern, taking a seat beside you on his mattress.

He slowly raised his hand, wavering on what to do before letting it stroke up and down your back. "sorry," he mutters, with a fallen expression, pulling you into his embrace, as you let a few tears spill out, staining the sweatshirt he adorned.

His arms hooked around your waist, drawing you closer to his chest. Your head rests on his broad shoulders. "sorry, I wanted to complete my essay, then join you..." he pauses, thinking how to phrase his sentence.

"i didn't mean to make you cry." He states, eyes portraying the sadness he felt at the very moment, his hand caressing your cheek while your head continued to rest on his shoulder.

"i want to give you my undivided attention, and the piece counts for my grade–" he blurts out, "no, I'm not saying you're any less important than my essay, it is simply that both are–" you squish his cheeks together preventing him from uttering any further.

"it's fine, now just stay with me for a bit," you say, removing your head which was nestled at his shoulder, fingers playing with the drawstrings of his sweatshirt. He grins at your cuteness, falling back on his mattress, dragging you with him, snuggling with you.

"your essay can wait, I can't," you teasingly say, a snicker following, the two relishing each other's company, shortly dozing off, the writing left to the side for you.

a/n: totally did not get this idea from being jealous of chenle's dog (not really)🤡and tbh idk how im posting sm, watch me slowly disappear when classes start again— ‍🏃‍♀️💨

anyways ty for reading, reblogs are appreciated♡