#but i will show it to you anyways because i love you and its the only way i know to say it

[applepieshy]

I had an idea to redesign vox because I didn't love that a character obsessed with modernization would wear a top hat and bowtie. then after a brief stint into madness where I read my partner's historic costuming textbook I drew.... all this.

(side note: the idea of vox being a trans man who transitioned AFTER death was super compelling and absolutely inspired by @prince-liest so while this is not direct fanart of their series I wanted to give a shoutout anyway!!!)

okay some TRULY unhinged rambling about historic costume below the cut YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

1950s: for this design I very much did not want to go to the typical a-line housewife look, because I feel that is unfitting for vox's character. instead I went for a more business look, but there is still a level of femininity that he would have been expected to perform. i wanted to express his discomfort with that through the pose and expression, though at the time he wouldn't necessarily have a framework for why he hated it

1960s: this one was very fun. i loved the idea of vox beginning to eschew some of the expected feminine presentation, and he no longer wears makeup, jewelry, or hose (though its hard to tell in black & white); however, he's kind of at war with himself in this time period. he's obsessed with seeming perfect and having a respectable image, so he would not go in for the counter-culture movements that were so big in the 60s. he's still kind of riding those coattails though, pushing those boundaries while still not acknowledging his queerness.

1970s: to me, it was very important that the gender hit as he entered the world in color. in my mind the gender euphoria is physically manifested in a wizard of oz situation - he can become who he always has been. anyway, gender aside, I think it was very important to me personally that he wore an ascot. it was for my mental health.

1980s: I wanted the 1980s to be the period where he began to gain some power and notoriety because of the de-regulation of television during this period to allow more ads, mirroring real-world history. I think if the 70s were when vox gained some real confidence, the 80s are when he got an Ego (tm). "business casual" also began to become more acceptable in this time period, and the t-shirt/suit jacket combo was very important for me to include, as to me it epitomizes the commercialism and machismo of the 80s.

1990s: this was actually the decade I was the most nervous to design, and yet I think it turned out the best? the 90s are known for grunge, which I think is NOT vox's style at all. I decided instead to lean hard into the yuppie look, which I know is more associated with the 80s but was definitely still a thing in the 90s. I also allowed a little hip-hop influence in the form of a gold chain from val, which is not something I think vox would ever pick on his own.

2000s: if the 90s were the decade I was worried about and turned out great, the 2000s are the decade I thought I had down SO GOOD and then totally floundered in execution. I still love the bubble-mac inspired head, and I tried to make his clothes as "round" as possible. I also like that this is the time where his saturation got cranked. however, I don't know if I'm in love with the vest and super bright sneakers, because again, looking back on it, he kind of looks like he works at a movie theater or best buy or some shit lol,,,

2010s: I think it's telling that this is by far the closest to his canon design (2014 tumblr lookin ass). I really wanted to pull from that hipster tech bro era, but unfortunately that aesthetic has a veneration for "retro" which again, is not fitting for vox. I still think he would wear the bowtie during this time because, well... he sure does in the show!

2020s: this was fun because I had an excuse to pull from haute couture design rather than street fashion because of the introduction of velvette into his life. I truly do not think velvette would let vox and val walk around in the outfits that they do because it would be an actual embarrassment LMAO. for this, I wanted his decorative "robes" to be evocative of the time he depicted himself as a priest AND of a cape/robe of an emperor. he does think of himself as that bitch, after all.

[jocelynscrazyideas]

Baby I’m home! | Nico Hischier x Reader

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Warnings: smut, language, not much of dirty talk (there literally is none).

Summary: Nico come back from a roadie in Minnesota, they had lost their chance to get into the playoffs. Nico gets h0rny and…

A:N- HELP I’m so tired it’s so hard to keep writing, again I don’t have faith that I’ll like this piece but I spent 2 days trying to write it so here 🫶😉🍇

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

After a roadie Nico returns home. The devs went to Minnesota and they had lost. Originally you were asked to come, actually the coaching staff were going to pay for some of the WAGs to go. Last time, the boys had gotten in a huge argument about the gameplay, and who should be on the first lineup. That’s not in their hands, it’s in the coaches and the stats of the players. Anyway, to keep them from miss behaving, the women were allowed to come.

“Baby!” Nico yells out for me in his American accent. He’s wearing his white tank top that stretch over his back and biceps, wow. He’s a smoke show.

“I wish you went! The Girls went out to the bars and the boys stayed behind and watched bar fights break out.” Nico explains. I’m actually quite nervous that he’s not showing any emotions.

Why is this loss so important? Because it was the devils last chance to win or even tie the game to get into the playoffs. Statistically in team stats overall no, they shouldn’t make it, but in number in points from each individual players had, yes they would have made it and probably win. John is an incredible defender, and so is Luke. Jack is a beautifully gifted skater and Jesper has the moves to skate within seconds across the whole rink. Ofcirese, Nico. My beautiful man. He is the most manly boy in the team, big muscles, coordination, and most importantly his social media presence. Everyone loves him.

I mean I love him.

“I know! I’m sorry.” I shout from our bedroom upstairs. Hear bags drop from downstairs and I think I hear some mumbling. I didn’t go on the roadie because I had work and I’m getting the worst headache for the last week.

“I brought up some meds. Does it still hurt?” Nico questioned and he pulls his tank top off and threw it onto our hamper that rots in our closet. Holy heaven of Abs. He’s just so fucking lovable, I don’t care about the fact he’s hot, but the way he carries himslef, he knows that no matter what he does, it’ll be intentional for him.

“Yes, thank you bubba.” I responded as I take the bottle of pills and take two pills. Yes, my head hurts so much I took two.

“Can we grab something to eat? I hungry.” Nico asked as he takes me by my hips.

He grasped onto my hips and ricks me back and forth, I can hear his stomach growl as he rests his head onto my shoulder. He shoved his head into the crook of my neck, I can feel him take my perfume from my body and pull it into his lungs. He’s smiling, I can feel his lips against my ear, and he starts to wrap his legs around my feet.

He starts to hurt me around and now I’m facing him, he’s looking straight into my eyes. He takes my hand and he places it to his chest. I can feel his heartbeat, and it’s pounding. My stomach drops as he sweeps my from my feet and onto the bed.

“Do you want food? Or we can stay in and shower, then you know do whatever.” Nico suggested, I can feel him slipping away from me. He gets up and grabs his bag.

“You better not get your gear! Its stinks!” I yell after him as nico turns to the stairs to grab his away game items.

“Baby!” Nico shouts for me. “Can you grab some milk? I wnat pasta.” Nico I a sucker for some creamy and thick pasta.

I run down the stairs and I slide into the kitchen in my socks. I have on my- well Nico’s favorite shirt on me, it’s a blue halter top that wraps around my neck with beads, it has shells laces together at the bottom almost as if it were a belly chain, and the shirt is cropped above my belly button and it’s ribbed. It’s cute, but it works better for a swimsuit cover up.

“You look sexy.” Nico slips as he eyes my shorts.

Nico,a boxers are a bit to big for me butt I slide them on anyway, and the best part is that it’s plain black, so it really does match my outfit, it’s called my “I don’t fucking care” outfit. I love the outfit, nice and short and skin tight so I can get every little breeze in, especially since it’s March and season is almost over.

“Are you gonna grab the milk? Also while you’re at it could you grab the packaged rav?” Nico requested as he slips his old man slippers on. He collects his supply’s such as a pan, the milk I gave him and the ravioli, and of course some pesto. It’s not really pasta, but he diced up some cheese, slipped some butter in the ravioli, and he stirred everything together. He lets it set as he grabs two plates. I didn’t wnat any but he knew I haven’t eaten since he left. He puts some buttered pesto cheesy ravioli on my plate and as the man he is, he cooked it so he gets more. He just flips the pan upside down and gathers all of the pasta.

He finished up with dishes since we finished the ravioli, it was delicious.

“So, you wanna shower?” Nico asked me and I can feel him getting really close to me. He picks my hands up and we start to slow dance to the sound of construction in the neighborhood.

“Yeah, well YOU need to shower more, you’re stinky.” I say in a sarcastic way. He looks me dead in the eye and he picks me up. He carry’s me up the stairs and he throws me down onto the bed.

The blunt force of getting absolutely demolished by this man felt oddly great. He pulls my hair to the side and he starts to kiss my neck. I feel his stubble graze my skin. He’s warm breath is trapped in between my jawline and his lips. He pulls away and rubs his chest, he walks out of the room.

I hear the shower turn on, he moans along the sound of water hitting the grout in the bathroom. Nico enters the room eyeing his next meal.

Me.

I took my clothes off and I lay back as if I didn’t move. Nico runs towards me and kisses my forehead all the way down to my belly button. He licks my creases. He holds my breasts as he nibbles down onto my thigh. He looks up at me grinning, and I understand what is about to happen.

~

Water is everywhere. Nico had picked me up and slid his pants off. We had been teasing eachother for about three minutes, then he got to needy. His very hard veiny cock hits his abdomen every time I kiss him, it’s like it has its on pulse.

“Never stop.” Nico says as I go down to my knees. I kiss his v-line and he holds onto my hair. He grips onto me and he pressed his back against the wall. I lick his tip, and then I start to pump. I again start to take him into my mouth, I feel like gagging, it’s so gross, I c at take the taste of cum, but for him I will. I start to moan, enjoying my time trying to please him. Nico throws his head back and starts to get loud, he bangs his hand against the opposite wall, and he’s hunched over. I have very little space to suck. The water starts to get cold so I get up from going down on him. I turn the water to a hotter temperature and I massage his biceps, he starts to get really really warm. He dick is really pushed up against himself.

Nico looks like he’s going to cum, I mean he already did in my mouth, but now he’s opening his mouth anbd says “Turn.” One work that this man says to me and I fold. Nico takes me by my waist and bends down. He’s on one knee as he grips onto me. Nico pumps himself, he’s jerking hard enough to cause me cum. He starts to kiss me down under. I look down and he’s on both knees now, making love to my pussy.

I start to move, I can’t take it anymore, I pull his hand away from my upper body and force three fingers up my hole.

“Woah, woah, you can’t get it to fast.” Nico pulls out and sucks on his finger. He gets up and he pulls me onto his chest. I feel his cock on my back. I turn on my heels and I find Nico smirking down at me. I lay down in the shower as steam fills the large room.

“Legs.” Nico says, but in his switz accent. I do as I’m told and I start to run my clit.

“You’re soaking.” Nico eyes my pussy as he pumps into me. I feel his tip, now his whole cock is inside. He’s warm, and I can feel him twitch as he try’s to say, “can I?” He’s asking for approval to start moving, and I oblige.

“Yes, and of fucking course I’m soaking.” I say as I look up towards the hot water. Nico develops red dots on his back as he starts to thrust himself into me.

“Come for me baby.”

I start to moan and I feel him practically in my lungs. He stands up as he starts to cum. Strings of our future kids are coming out of my 3rd favorite piece of him.

“Oh baby.” I look at him and his dimples are showing. I start to cum again when I see him stand up.

I push him back down as I throw myslef on top of him. I sit on him and his friend. I take a minute to catch my breath as I relax to take him. It’s been four days since we’ve had sex. I push my hand onto his chest and my other in his abs, I can feel him cum, streams of warm substance fills me, and I take myself off of him. I sit in his face and he licks me clean, but that’s before I start to cum into his mouth.

“Let’s clean up, so we can do it again later.” Nico request as I get up and I start to clean up my hair from the knots it’s been tangled into. I grab shampoo and lather it onto Nico’s head and into mine. I feel Nico wash his head as the water falls into my crevices.

We warm up and dry off and Nico swoops me up again and he snuggles me into his arms as he turns our heated blanket on. I’m stuck in his large arms and I’m glad it’s him I can feel poking up at me again.

“Baby, I’m glad you’re home.” I say as I turn my head around to kiss his cheek.

[sturnsbabie]

THE PODCAST- N.DOE

pairing: dad!nate x sls!reader

summary: in which nate gets invited to the triplets podcasts and gets asked about his relationship with sls and their little family.

warnings: swearing,mentions of pregnancy and labor,slightly suggestive.

SOOO MUCH DIALOUGE AAAAHHHH.

today the triplets had a long awaited special guest on their cut the cameras podcast which happened to be their bestfriend nate. they were super excited for him to be on the show as they were gonna ask him some questions about his relationship with their sister who so happened to be his girlfriend.

tahey started the podcast and did their intros. “alright nate so today we’re gonna be asking you some questions about your relationship with y/n.”nick said.

“everyone knows how nick met nate ain hockey but what they didnt know is that nate and y/n actually met first.”chris said and nate nodded.

“so how exactly did you meet our sister nate i want all the details.”nick chuckled and nate smiled as he started to remember the memory.

“well we met in the first grade with us being the same age we were always in the same classes together. y/n was swinging because we were at recess and i walked over to her and told her how pretty she was. she blushed so bad but it was cute and then she asked if ill be her bestfriend and we’ve been inseparable to this day.”nate said with a small smile.

“aw how cute” nick said smiling as matt spoke up.

“you’ve never really told us how you guys became a couple care to explain?”matt asked.

“well ill leave out some of the details because i know you guys don’t wanna hear that part”nate chuckled and looked at chris.

“if you didnt know already y/n and i have been inlove with eachother since we were kids but we had been afraid to tell eachother up until junior year of highschool.”nate said as he started to tell the real story.

“i took her to prom since her brothers had already graduated and they gave me the okay to of course.” he said as matt and chris nodded.

“i didnt give you the okay!” chris said. nick glared at him “CHRIS!” he said.

nate laughed. “anyway after prom, one thing led to another and im not gonna say much but we ended up in the backseat of my car and thats where we told eachother we loved eachother.”nate said.

nick gasped. “I KNEW THATS WHAT YOU TWO DID THAT NIGHT!”he said and matt laughed.

nate chuckled. “then we snuck off together one evening took her on a little date then asked her to be my girlfriend and she said yes.” he smiled softly.

“i can’t believe we were oblivious to the fact you guys were dating for a whole seven months without us having a clue!” matt said.

“we actually found out because we caught nates car in a parking lot we went to film a car video in rocking back and forth and this dumbass accidentally turned the light on and matt drove by and we saw our sister right next to him.” chris spoke.

“alright lets talk about how y/n used to cheer for us when we played hockey and lacrosse.” nick said.

“she was such a cute little cheerleader loved her in that uniform” nate winked as her brothers rolled their eyes.

“but on a real note, she was my good luck charm just having her there cheering us on made every game so much better.” nate said.

“you guys are so cute it makes me sick.” matt chuckled.

the podcast went on and the boys all talked about memories with them growing up and some more about nates relationship with their sister.

“if you guys didn’t already know y/n and nate just recently had twins a few weeks ago.” nick started.

“chris over here still refuses to believe the fact that shes a mom and lives on her own with nate and their two sons.” matt said laughing as chris was rolling his eyes.

“i cant help it! in my eyes shes still my baby sister who was 4 years old asking us to play dolls with her.”chris pouted.

nick chuckled. “i know its crazy she’s a mom to her own kids now. speaking of that how did you guys find out she was pregnant?”nick asked.

“i knew beforehand because i took the pregnancy tests with her. i thought it had been suspicious with how she was constantly throwing up and she was having major mood swings” nick added.

“well she took the tests with nick but the next day i came into la she pulled me into her room and told me that she was pregnant.” nate said smiling at the precious memory.

“i remember how nervous she was to tell me i could see it and i just comforted her and told her it was all gonna be okay. now nine months later shes the best mom to our babies.” nate said happily.

“alright chris you may wanna plug your ears because of this next question.” nick said and chris gave him a weird look.

“nick what the fuck are you gonna ask”chris said as he looked over at matt who was laughing as he knew what the question was.

“do you happen to know how and when you concieved the twins?”nick said and chris looked at him with a disgusted look on his face.

“well it was definitely in the backseat of my car but i will not disclose any information on what was said or what position.” nate chuckled as they all laughed about it.

“cmon can we atleast know your favorite position you dont have to disclose that much about your sex life but atleast tell us your favorite postion cmon let things get a bit spicy”nick laughed as he looked at all the questions on his phone.

“okay i love doggy style,anywhere anyplace it doesn’t matter aslong as i have somewhere to bend her over its happenin.” nate said shrugging his shoulders.

matt was wide eyed and chris was not having any of this he was plugging his ears. nick was laughing about the information.

“you didnt have to go that far but okay nate get it” nick laughs

“how did you feel when you found out you were having twins?”matt asked and suddenly the door opened as y/n walked in carrying both leo and owen.

“oh hey y/n!”nick said as y/n sat down beside nate as he took leo from her arm.

“babies first podcast!” chris giggled as he looked at the little family.

“to answer your question matt, i was in shock and nervous about it. two babies at once seemed a little difficult but looking back on it now we definitely do a pretty good job with taking care of two babies at once. we have such a good support system.” nate said as he had little leo on his chest holding him close.

“ugh he looks so good holding our son.daddy as fuckk!” she said as chris came over grabbing owen from her arms rolling his eyes at his sisters words.

nick was laughing and matt had a look of disgust. y/n carefully handed owen over to chris.

“wanna hold my twin.” chris pouted as he sat back down in his chair carefully holding his nephew.

“nate you think they would care to watch the boys real quick so we can go make another baby?” she giggled.

“yeah nick would you mind holding leo real quick?” nate added to the joke pretending to hand the baby to him.

“YOU GUYS! we dont need another niece or nephew for a while” matt chuckled.

“yeah give me a niece while you’re at it.”nick also added onto the joke laughing at matt and nicks reactions.

“NO! i dont think owen or leo need a brother or sister just yet.” chris whispered shouted not wanting to disturb his sleeping nephew.

“we asked nate this question already but i have to know whats your favorite postion?” nick asked his sister as matt and chris were not having the sex talk.

“doggy is our go to but sometimes if we’re both feeling lazy we do cowgirl.” she said nate agreeing.

“NICK! why are we talking about our sisters sex life”chris said as owen started to cry.

“shhh buddy its okay. uncle chris has you.”he pats the babies back carefully kissing his forehead soothing him.

“hey matt wanna know a funny story about that flamingo on your mic?”nate said as his girlfriend looked at him giggling.

“im kind of scared to hear this story but sure go ahead and while you at it nate give my nephew.” matt said and nate handed him the baby.

matt held the baby on his chest just soaking in the moment with his little nephew. all three of the boys loved their nephews. even chris even though he still refused to believe his little sister is a mom to her own boys now.

chris and y/n have always been closer than her or matt or her and nick. its always been them two, he would always play with her growing up. if nick or matt was busy doing something he’d play with her and he used to let her do his makeup and nails for fun. he still lets her paint his nails.

“so flamingo is mine and y/n’s safe word when it comes to having sex.”nate said causually and matt threw the flamingo off of the mic.

“WHAT THE FUCK?”matt shouted.

“quit screaming you’re gonna wake the babies up and then you’re gonna deal with them!” nate told matt.

“whats the best sex you ever had”nick asked the couple and they both looked at eachother.

“definitely the night we conceived the twins.” she chuckled

“you mean the night we kicked chris out of the car while we were high”nate laughed as chris rolled his eyes.

“see i told you nick and matt that this would happen now look where that got them!”chris said.

“okay and you’re complaining!?! we got two cute little nephews out of it.”nick said as the girl laughed.

“and yea you’re gonna get another one in about nine more months” nate said with a small smirk on his face.

“no more babies til marriage!”chris said

nate and y/n looked at eachother and giggled.

“wanna go get married tonight?” nate asked her

she giggled and chris just shook his head.

.•°♡°•.

the podcast went on for another 30 minutes as they talked more in depth about the girl’s pregnancy and how she didnt like nate half of her pregnancy.

“so what was your biggest craving during pregnancy?” nick asked his sister.

“uhm nate.” she giggled

“you hated him but still craved him at the same time???”matt asked.

“yeah something like that.” she laughed as she was now holding owen feeding him as nate fed leo.

“what can i say im hard to resist” nate chuckled as nate set the bottle down burping leo.

“how was the whole labor process? i remember y/n calling chris crying and he was so ready to come beat your ass nate”nick laughed and joked.

nate laughed. “yeah i almost had matt come bring me to beat you up”chris joked.

“well she cussed me out and hated me the whole time for putting her in this postion in the first place. but i understood because she literally was giving birth to twins.” nate said.

“she did such a good job though, i held her hand and she gave birth to leo first hes older then owen by 2 minutes.” nate said.

they wrapped the podcast up and nick decided to ask one more question just to mess with chris.

“so when are you going to propose?” nick asked

“you never know”nate said with a wink and chris just shook his head.

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@sturnzsblog , @pinklittleflower , @sturnioloblogs

[mako-neexu]

all guda related stuff in mahoyo collab

summoning as a highly complicated magecraft -> highly intact sense of self, magical energy, magical crest, sheer willpower........you who is light and equally dark....

casual comments/banter to the people they trust

guda getting shocked of all things at a talking bird www

gudako -> young girl that likes to jog every morning

gudao -> brat that likes small time candy store sweets

UGH the further emphasis on Servants being familiars that no one - not anyone should just use (exceptional...)

stressing the role of a 'Master'

'I also make mistakes a lot'

"I still don't see what's so special about summoning."

guda screams during summons? lmao kind of reminds me of mash with lord camelot

the way guda just refers to other people as 'that another human' www (i know 'person' is more accurate but to me it sounds like an alien in disguise calling someone as 'fellow human' ww)

Of COURSE guda knows how to stop their own pulse

disbelief. perhaps gut feeling. guda's perception of death to others. (i guess in the face of unnatural they would doubt it. but considering Id chapter, it would depend on the person and how theyre closest to?)

'more like tobimaru' 'more like soujyuurou' getting angry on behalf of someone without letting it show as well... i Understand.

THE TOPIC OF AGING KILLS ME. WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU ARE HESITANT????? dont yokuwakaranaina ME????

Don't face world-ending disasters alone

IM CRYING OH MY GOD IM NOT WELL "did you sleep well?" "i slept peacefully because the night was quiet and nice" AUGH GUDAAAAA😭

probably nothing of note but additional descriptor to guda is that they look like a college student as compared to previous descriptions of being 'high school student'.......

not being good at horror stories 🥹 reminds me of summer 5...

(unwell) i forget about guda's tactical prowess sometimes (lies) + guda's mention of the looking glass reminds me of berkercas valentines...

Subtle but gudao's reaction to beating down kashin is 'exhausted or relieved' meanwhile for dako she has the 'doubt' in her dialogue

subtle again but theres a hesitance to guda when asked about what the future looked like. but their second option is saying "eh there arent any flying cars anyways"

ahh okay now i know the crypto stuff guda said. its from gudao. is this MHX's influence lmao. gudao youre advertising crypto seriously? ww

guda casually joking about the times they astral project out of their body likes its nothing and mash is not normal either of course and treats it as regular occurrences. well, its regular but for a normal average person in the 21st century, it certainly isnt ww

GUDA ONCE AGAIN PROVING that despite being 'camera' for us players, they actively hide information and i am not over that fact. (knowing who the culprit is before most of the rest-)

guda not hesitating at ALL to rayshift back to 1999 where the end of the world was supposed to happen www

Ah!! To encourage kinomi in confessing, guda confessed their own out in the open!!!

A bakery with the one they love / A wish to reach the South Pole

You may not be able to have all of your dreams, your nights be peaceful, but I hope that you will still be rewarded at the end of your journey 😭

[thelov3lybookworm]

Hey. I love your work. I notice you write for shatter me and i got to say the amount of attention that booktok and i give to Aaron Warner, I thought there would be an explosion of fanfics. Unfortunately that's not the case. So i was hoping you could write something for me based on him.

So it goes like this. Reader has this guy friend and she is very very very close with him and they even have nicknames. Aaron is so annoyed by this and especially with kenji because he won't stop moking him. That is until reader introduces him as her best friend and kenji is livid. Maybe you could show how they get rid of the guy and kenji and Aaron bonding.

Thank you and have an amazing day ahead!

Not Enough Attention

Summary: Y/n has been neglecting Aaron in favour of... of him.

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A/n: omg anon i feel you because whyyy does pookie not have more fics???? absolutely ridiculous. disappointing honestly 😔 like wanna write for pookie but i have so many drafts rn, but i will write for him because i have a few things planned for him 🤭

(not proofread yet because im about to go to sleep im sorry 🥲)

anyways, enjoyy!!

Kenji was not known to be the smartest creature on the planet, everyone knew that. And that was the only reason Aaron never bothered to converse with him.

But alas, everyone has to face their nemesis at some point.

To make matters worse, Y/n, the only one keeping Aaron sane, was away again.

Probably meeting with her lover.

Aaron had to force himself to not roll his eyes.

"Hey, Warner. Have you seen Y/n?"

Aaron glanced up from the papers he'd been reading through, sighing. "Probably loitering around the building with her new... friend."

Kenji snorted, pulling back the chair in front of him and then practically throwing himself in it. "Aww, is our wittle Warner jealous?"

Aaron leaned back, setting the stack in his hand on the desk. "Wittle?" Kenji opened his mouth to explain, but Aaron cut in before he could spew more stupidity. "Never mind. And I'm not jealous."

Kenji smirked, leaning the chair back so it balanced precariously on its back legs. "Sure you aren't, Warner."

Aaron took a deep breath, trying not to let his words get under his skin. "I'm merely concerned for her safety-"

The door opened then, and both the men turned to look, watching intently as Y/n stepped in, another boy following her.

Aaron's jaw clenched, looking away from her smiling face.

"Y/n! I was searching for you."

Unable to resist, Aaron let his eyes wander back to the people in front of him.

Y/n nodded. "I know, I saw you walk in and thought you might have been looking for me." Y/n glanced back at her new friend. "Oh, and this is my best friend Jack. Jack, this is Kenji."

Jack offered a simple nod to Kenji, impatience shining in his eyes.

Y/n seemed to understand why he was so impatient, and she turned to Aaron.

"I have some work, I'll see you two later, yeah?"

Aaron avoided her eyes as he nodded, waiting for her to leave the office before releasing the breath he didn't even know he had been holding.

Kenji seemed to be lost in thought as he stared after Y/n, his jaw working.

"You know... maybe this needs to be looked into."

Aaron pressed his lips into a tight line to stop himself from smiling in triumph, and stood, dusting off invisible dust from his pants.

"So, what's the plan boss?" Kenji questioned, his expression more serious than Aaron had ever seen.

"We do some work."

Aaron would have never thought that he would be working along side Kenji, let alone looking forward to working with him, but here he was, anticipation building in his gut as he stood leaning against the doorframe leading to the barracks.

Kenji had left him standing there to go search for Jack.

They did not have a solid plan, no matter how hard they pretended. All they had talked about was the fact that they were going to ambush him. And then have a friendly little chat.

Aaron knew Y/n would be mad when she found out, but he couldn't help it. Aaron had never really had friends, so he as quite protective over the ones he now did have. He refused to be overshadowed by anyone, let alone someone named Jack.

Footsteps neared, alerting Aaron. He reached down, patting the gun at his hip.

He knew he shouldn't have to resort to violence, but this was his best friend he was concerned about. He wasn't about to take any chances.

He ignored the voice in his head who chirped about how she wasn't just his friend.

She was also the object of all his desires.

The desire to hold. To protect. To kiss.

The desire to love.

To be vulnerable.

He straightened, clearing his mind of any and all distractions, and turned to watch as Jack walked in step with Kenji, right into the awaiting hands of his doom.

Kenji slowed down the moment his eyes met Aaron's, falling behind Jack in case the fucker decided to run.

Thankfully, he wasn't as dumb as he looked and he just stared at Aaron's looming form.

"Did you need something from me?"

"What are your intentions for Y/n?"

He blinked. "We're just... friends?"

Aaron scowled. "I don't think you have only friendly intentions for her though. Tell me, how many times have you thought of kissing her?"

Jack's eyes bulged at that, and he looked so disgusted with Aaron that even Aaron had to question whether he as mistaken.

"I am not interested in Y/n like that. What even gave you the impression-"

"Don't lie." Kenji sang in a loud high pitched voice, and Jack turned to glare at him.

"I'm not fucking lying. Why do you two think I- is it because we have become close over the past week? Is that it? Is she not giving you two enough attention?"

Aaron didn't let it show on his face, but inside he agreed to that statement to some extent.

He felt like he was being ignored, abandoned, and he did not like it one bit. His father ignoring his existence most the time was enough for him. He didn't need even his best friend and the woman he was in love with to ignore him too.

When neither of them replied, Jack let out a sharp laugh. "Get Y/n. Let her tell you why I've been seeing her out so much the past week."

Kenji winced, his eyes wide with alarm. "I don't think that's a good idea-"

"What's going on here?"

Aaron froze, and so did Kenji as Y/n's voice rang down the hallway.

Jack turned to meet Y/n's gaze as she stalked towards the three men, her brows furrowed.

"Tell them Y/n. Tell them how in love with you I am."

Y/n stared at him, bewildered. Aaron snuck a glance at Kenji, who was staring at the only exit, and Aaron could practically see the gears in his head turning.

"I- what?"

"Exactly. They think I'm here to take advantage of you somehow, and also because they miss having all your attention on them, they cornered me. Trying to do what, I don't know."

Y/n turned to glare at Kenji, who raised his hands and stepped away, avoiding everyones eyes.

"Jack, you go. Get some rest. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

Jack nodded, clasping her shoulder in farewell as he threw a scathing glare at Aaron, then stalked into the barracks.

"What was that about?"

"Hey! I did nothing-"

At one look, Kenji shut his fat mouth, retreating further as he realised Y/n's glare was now targeted at Aaron.

"You want to explain?"

Aaron swallowed, looking down at his shoes.

She sighed through her nose, rubbing her temples.

"He's getting married."

Aaron jolted, his wide eyes flying to hers.

"Well, not married. Yet. He has been planning on the best way to propose to his girlfriend. He was just asking me to help him plan everything."

Aaron stared at Y/n, not believing his ears. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Kenji disappearing down the hallway, and Aaron cursed him silently.

"I can't even begin to understand why you would do something like this-"

Aaron knew that if he didn't stop her now, she would keep talking, and while he loved listening to her voice too much to ever want her to stop, he also did not want to be yelled at.

And so what did he do?

Instead of telling her to stop, he stepped forward, and in a moment of sudden confidence, he grabbed her face, intending to hold her until she stopped speaking.

Alas, she had other plans as her eyes fluttered shut instantly, her hands flying to hold onto the lapels of his jacket.

And of course, Aaron was not about to miss a chance to have what he always wanted, so he leaned forward.

And kissed her.

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[saras-almanac]

I’ve seen this idea or comment multiple times: That Tommy has no character. Which is either on its own or in connection to not understanding why anyone likes BuckTommy apart from two hot guys together. I’m not going to get into the second one here, but the idea that Tommy has no character is just false and either a completely failure in media literacy at best or a blatant ignoring of canon at worst.  

Now do we know everything there is to know about Tommy? Absolutely not, and I’m not trying to claim otherwise. But I would also point that question to any of the other characters on screen: Do we know everything about Bobby, about Chimney, about Buck, etc? I would say No, we don’t. I think the one we have the most information about is Buck just purely because the framing of the first season being about his growth and also because Buck is just such an open book about pretty much everything in his life and feelings. But even still, I don’t think we know everything about him. And that’s okay!

But back to Tommy—we actually do know a fair bit about him and have seen him grow and develop a bit. When we met him in “Hen Begins” in season 2, he’s not outright rude but he is very much, “not gonna put a target on my back here” because of Captain Gerrard (and/or perhaps because he had already realized his sexuality or was beginning to uncover it). When we meet him for the first time chronologically in “Chimney Begins,” he’s more rude and pretty dismissive of Chimney’s offer of friendship, even actively avoiding him. Again, this could be because of Gerrard, the environment here where it didn’t feel like anyone was really friends per say, or it could be down to what Eli tells Chimney: That these guys are not going to let just anyone in until they prove themselves, especially not a probie.”

However, the thing that shows the most about who Tommy is and his growth is his time in “Bobby Begins,” where it’s clear he’s got a really solid friendship with Hen and Chimney, making bets about the new Captain, going out for drinks, having those looks in the engine as Bobby gets them lost. It’s clear in the narrative in season 2 that Tommy, for all of being in only 3 episodes, has grown and changed a lot. (Which is why I find it so ironic that so many people criticizing this “retcon” of Tommy’s character always forget to mention Bobby Begins where it’s clear that Tommy’s friends with Hen and Chimney. I get that some fans want a full apology, but to me it reads like that probably already happened, or at least a conversation, a clearing of the air. Not everything needs to be directly spoonfed to you.)

Tommy coming back in season 7 has shown a bit more growth, as well as showing us sides of him we haven’t seen before. His patience and kindness with Buck and the newness of their relationship and Buck’s sexuality. His humor being dry and a little dark—“We’re all gonna die anyways” or even him suggesting to give Buck flying lessons because his fees are competitive. He’s open with his vulnerabilities when he feels safe enough to do so—immediately sharing his own jealousy at the 118 to Buck when Buck’s talking about his jealousy, telling Buck he cut the date short because he didn’t want to pressure Buck. To me, it shows maybe more growth or just another side of him because we only saw him in connection to his friends, where as Buck is a love interest.

Is this a lot of information? I guess it depends on what you want. Do we know his favorite color or his interests or how he romantically woos people or what he likes to do on his days off? I would argue that we do know a decent amount of that—he likes monster trucks, I assume watching romantic comedies as his favorite movie is canonically Love, Actually, he enjoys craft beers, knows and participates in Muay Thai, has a car lift in his garage so must know something about cars or mechanic stuff, is a pilot and firefighter, enjoys flying for fun on his days off, and has a trivia / karaoke thing (I’m still not sure if it’s a karaoke trivia or trivia at a karaoke bar, the wording confused me but whatever). Honestly, that’s more information than we have about any love interest Buck or Eddie have ever had when they were just starting a relationship.  

And that’s also a huge point that I think is being missed by these types of arguments: Buck and Tommy are just starting a relationship, as in they are just getting to really know each other. So there is more to learn and uncover about each other. And honestly, we the audience are probably not going to be privy to a lot of that because it’s an ensemble show. So instead, they’ll likely show us that they’re moving forward and getting more comfortable with each other when they do interact—the kiss in the hospital reads to me as two people who’ve been spending time together and getting to know each other a lot more where they feel more comfortable. Hell, even just Buck’s change from his hesitance in episode 5 to his confidence in episode 6 is supposed to show his growth in accepting his sexuality and comfort being with Tommy.

The whole point is that the show sketches the outlines and maybe fills in some spots, but they sort of expect you to be able to still see the bigger picture of things. We know the outline of Tommy and are waiting to see it all filled in. That’s why he’s such an intriguing character and love interest for Buck—because he’s developed enough as his own person but there’s still enough blank spaces to explore with. He is the most developed love interest that Buck’s ever had, but he’s still just become Buck’s boyfriend so there’s still more to learn about him. That’s what dating and being in relationship with someone is: learning about them, their likes and dislikes, and what they are like in relationships, seeing if you’re compatible. So while there is already a massive head start in characterization than anyone else (except maybe Abby but even she wasn’t a fabulously written character and was honestly a terrible protagonist), there’s still more to learn about him and that’s a good thing. And while I can’t speak for everyone who ships BuckTommy, I can say that for me, it’s so fun to extrapolate on the bare bones of character and see how they develop in canon.

Tl;dr: Tommy does have a character. It's just a lot of showing and not telling and some people can't handle that.

[empressmcblondie]

As you know I'm already down this Shauna and Jackie rabbit hole (this pun is absolutely intended), and so, I wanted to touch upon something else I've noticed. During 1x01, we see Shauna's rabbit collection, and obviously, in 1x06 Shauna receives a little ceramic rabbit from Mrs. Taylor under the impression that "Jackie just adored rabbits." Now... Shauna's facial expression in reaction to this statement is very telling. She plays along with whatever this is. Yes, Jackie adored rabbits, sure thing... And because of that, I adore rabbits now because I've become a Jackie substitute in the eyes of her bereaved parents. Initially I scratched this off as a mother who didn't actually know her teenage daughter well enough, which is pretty on brand. The Taylors give me perfect-on-paper-but-dysfunctional-in-reality energy with a lot of the tension coming from Jackie's relationship with her mother. Jackie herself denounces this connection to rabbits quite explicitly in the immediate scene that follows when she and Shauna go checking the traps, referring to the animal as a "squirrel with floppy ears and a pompom on its ass." Clearly, Jackie did not care for rabbits whatsoever. But... Where did Mrs. Taylor even get the idea that Jackie likes rabbits in the first place? It has to have come from somewhere, no? It did.

It most likely came from Shauna.

Shauna's room in 1x01.

You can see the small ceramic rabbit, strategically placed beneath the light in Shauna's room, linking her to the animal explicitly. It's not that Shauna took it upon herself to love rabbits because of Jackie's parents. It's that Shauna projected her own love for rabbits (to whatever length that went) onto Jackie. Just like with the journal in my previous post... Shauna is rewriting Jackie not just by taking on Jackie characteristics as her own, but by inserting her own characteristics into Jackie posthumously.

Shauna's confession of "I don't even know where you end and I begin" (also a Radiohead song) takes on a whole new layer of meaning. It's not just that Shauna doesn't know anymore... But we, the audience, don't either. It's becoming increasingly difficult to understand who Jackie is. What elements of Jackie's life are actually Jackie's doing and what are props, planted by Shauna... Small edits she makes to match the story that she tells herself in her own head. Anyways, as always, this show is a gift that keeps on giving.

[bakuhatsufallinlove]

Have you seen the latest MHA S7 OP ? The visual are so pretty, bkg has such a soft look! These days hori is drawing Katsuki with such smiling expressions so i wonder if bkg is going to have a change in personality like not being angry 24/7 etc what do you think ? His relation with izuku is definitely going to change but will deku accept this new soft side of kacchan?

Listen, my friend, and hear the gospel: Katsuki has always been soft.

Katsuki is known for bolstering his tough guy, shit-talking side, yes, absolutely. But his tough side and his soft side do not contradict each other, they complement each other. He is not suddenly not the guy who explosively roars or tells people off just because he's more comfortable showing himself to be thoughtful, reliable, considerate, compassionate, loyal, and selfless. He is still ferocious, ambitious, self-confident, and smug--a sore winner if there ever was one.

Hell, you see this on clear display in his fight against AFO. He's mocking that guy. Just utterly shitting on him. And it's fantastic.

Katsuki hasn't been "angry 24/7" since before Deku vs. Kacchan 2. I could quibble about how we're reading his character even earlier, but this point inarguably marks a change for him. We're now on chapter 421; the series is not over, but just those 301 chapters since DvK2 represent over 70% of its length. Even cutting the 40some chapters he was down for the count still allots us at least 60% of the story featuring some softer, more introspective, less combative flavor of Kacchan than what we began with.

I'm not trying to criticize you, anon -- but I do want to point these things out, because I think people underestimate and misread this kid sometimes. Don't buy into his bluster wholesale!

We're seeing Katsuki at his most comfortable, right now. We're seeing his truest self. He is allowing people to see the softness he has always had inside him, and I love it.

But Katsuki has always been and will always be feisty, snarky, and a little contrarian. He's always gonna roast the people he cares about for being thick-headed or careless or making his life hard. And then he's gonna be there for them anyway, which is what he's done for Izuku all this time.

As for how Izuku is gonna receive him, I have no doubt whatsoever that Izuku will beam at him with joy, satisfaction, and the occasional awe. He has accepted Katsuki as he is ever since DvK2, happy to be by his side to watch him better himself and then chase after him. They have been getting more and more comfortable with each other, working together, planning together, talking casually together.

I don't think their relationship is going to change much, other than the ways they are going to let each other in more. And gosh, what a joy that would be to see, huh?

It's all gravy from here on out, man.

Also the opening fucking rocked, and I absolutely yelled when I saw explody boy doing his fourth-wall-breaking gentle gaze at the camera. Izuku is very lucky to be the one those eyes land on more often than not, and he's superfan enough to be grateful even if he's not particularly self-aware!!!

[choccy-milky]

CHOCCY, I'M STILL NOT OVER THAT MODERN AU OF CLORA BEING A BIG SHERLOCK FANS. THAT ART TOOK ME DOWN THE MEMORY LANE BECAUSE I WAS OBSESSED WITH IT DURING MY MIDDLE SCHOOL YEARS. I was left home alone often and would play Sherlock in the background so I won't feel lonely lmao and I can just imagine Clora doing the same thing. She'd watch Sherlock so often that she memorised the dialogues and ofc got Seb into it too because he'd come over almost everyday. I can just imagine Seb quoting something from Sherlock word-to-word and Clora was all like "YOU REMEMBER?!" thinking that he'd watch Sherlock on his own too. I mean, he does to understand Clora's interest in Sherlock but how can he not memorise the dialogues when Clora watches it everytime he's at her house?!!?! ALSO, CAN YOU IMAGINE SEB FINDING OUT CLORA'S THE AUTHOR OF A SHERLOCK FANFIC AND SHE'D TALK ABOUT THE STORYLINES AND CASES SHE PLANNED FOR THE FANFICS AND THEY END UP BRAINSTORMING TOGETHER?! CHOCCY, YOU'VE UNLEASHED A MONSTER RESIDING WITHIN ME. TAKE RESPONSIBILITY! Anyway, have a good day :>

LMFAOO I LOVE HOW MUCH OF A HOLD THAT ONE LITTLE DOODLE HAS ON YOU but omg yes i love the idea of modern au clora writing sherlock fanfic… that’s the only downside for if my au is in the 80s / 90s….no benedict cumberbatch fanfic 😭😭

ig she could still write fanfics for other stuff tho and omg the idea of seb finding out / brainstorming with her is so cute… AND THEN IMAGINE SEB TRYING TO DO SOMETHING FROM HER FANFIC BC ITS SOMETHING CLORA’S INTO AND CLORA IS LIKE STOPP OMG this is just like my fic!!!😭💖💖 seb reading fanfics / cloras fanfic just to find out what girls like LMFAOO. rizz god…also i just love the idea of clora showing seb a series/book she’s into and then the next day he has bags under his eyes and is like I WATCHED THE ENTIRE SERIES 🫡 what a king I LOVE THEM😩💖💖ty for indulging my brainrot 🙏

[aleiiii]

Hiiii!! Before I ask my question I just want to say I LOVE YOUR ART! You have such a pretty style!

Anyway I was wondering how do you think Nà would act if she found out what SWK did to Mac in their past?

wooo hi!! And tyyyy!!

oooo another angsty one me thinks.

Truthfully, of course anyone’s reaction to hearing such things happen to another person is already shocking enough, but to hear it come from Macaque AAND that it was Wukong that did it.. oh man that can be pretty tough to handle.

i can only imagine this coming up during the point where Wukong is under the control of the LBD and angsty feely things happen (talked about in these posts here, here, and here) Nà is taking more time with Mac, their talking about the things that are weighing on them, and for Nà, its that she has a fear deep down that Wukong will abandon her or hurt her. Though it was entirely irrational, she knows he would never do such thing intentionally, but the encounter with possessed wukong left her quite rattled. In attempts to comfort her Macaque confesses about what happened between him and Wukong. He tells her how he was hurt himself, and essentially abandoned. Dunno if this hurt of helped Nà in anyway, Mac figured it could be a point of showing that he understands where her fear might come from- because Wukong will be Wukong

If anything, this would just give her more of a reason to keep her distance away from Wukong until the issue with Azure and the scrolls come up. But I think in that time that’s when things between all three of them get patched up.

[stevenose]

Oh yup yup yup

Mean Steve thigh fucking needy r in the guest bathroom of some party neither of them really give a fuck about and she's nearing tears because she wants him to fuck her properly but he wont, just bends her over the counter and uses her thighs because it's her fault for "showing them off" in that little skirt she decided to wear and when he cums, he does it in her panties before he pulls them back up and makes her wear it for the rest of the night, forced to sit around in his load but denied the sex and satisfaction she's craving

ok i went a little crazy 🤭🫣 AGH!!!! this is SO HOT thank u anon 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

reader with a vagina; reader is called princess once; mean!steve; in fact he’s a bit of a degenerate; thigh fucking; denial; teasing; humiliation; TINY mention of anal; everything is consensual and pretty much apart of their dynamic

steve tangles his fist into your hair, tugging it harshly. “you don’t get to whine.”

he’s rutting into your thighs so hard and fast that you’re already feeling bruises form on your hip bones. you whine anyway, because you’re so pissed and so needy. you wore this skirt for him. and now he won’t even fuck you right.

he spits down on his cock, lewd and loud, then goes back to fucking himself between your plush thighs. your skirt is folded up over your ass and he’s taking big handfuls of it with his free hand. “don’t think i don’t want to ruin your needy pussy,” he pants, “you just don’t deserve it. showin’ your thighs off more than your cunt, anyway.”

“i did it for you!”

steve rolls his eyes, smacks your ass. you’re almost positive people can hear on the other side of the door, despite the music playing. “try harder next time. fuck, your thighs feel good. maybe i don’t need that greedy pussy after all.”

and just for good measure, he sucks a big fucking hickey into the side of your neck. bites down on the bruise with his teeth and giggles when you squirm. “you’re leaking through your underwear onto my cock,” he observes, and though you have no reason to believe him, you’re sure he’s right. “don’t act like this isn’t getting you off, too.”

“want your cock,” you mewl stupidly.

“you have it. is it my cum you want instead? that what you miss?”

you’re so excited when he pulls your underwear down. his hot, slippery cock moves from its place between your thighs and steve points it towards your pussy. he drags it through your folds once, twice, then grunts and jerks himself off right into your underwear.

“steve!” you’re so fucking mad at him, trying to stomp on his foot but you can’t find it. his hand pins your hips to the sink so you can’t move while he cums, biting down on your shoulder.

“oh, big load,” he laughs, pulling your underwear back up. it’s lukewarm, feels horrible, and yet your clit is still pulsing. “feel that? man, maybe i should’ve fucked it into your ass instead.”

“fucking freak,” you hiss. “it’s going to leak onto my skirt!”

steve ignores you, looking right past you and at his reflection in the mirror, fixing his hair. “that doesn’t sound like my problem. maybe dress less like a slut next time.”

later, as you’re trying to leave, having been standing for the last half hour while trying to act normal, steve grabs you around the waist and pulls you down onto his lap. you dig your nails into his arm, tucked firmly against your stomach. “let me go, asshole!”

“didn’t want you to leave with that skirt still clean,” he whispers, breath hot against your ear. moves your hips against his, grinding you onto him, your face hot with the humiliation you very desperately love. he releases you after a moment, gently pushing you off of his lap. “oh, yeah, that did it. you need a ride home, princess? party’s getting lame, anyway, and it looks like you need someone to help you clean up.”

[i-heart-hxh]

My life will literally never be the same. You might already know this, but tonight I found out that what plays during the "You Are Light" scene is part of the orchestra/instrumental version of "Nagareboshi Kirari" (the ending song during the first half of the Chimera arc) which can be interpreted as Killua's feelings towards Gon. But during "You Are Light" the specific lyrics that are instrumental are:

"Shining, shooting star, you are in my dreams Its guidance of today will lead us to a different tomorrow One instant of light, please convey these feelings, I’ll find things I can do for your sake Carry them far into the distance"

...no one is allowed to ever doubt Killugon again, are you kidding me?

Hello!

This is such a lovely observation, thank you for sending it in! I didn't realize about the timing of the lyrics in the instrumental version used in that scene, and I think people will be happy to read this because it's very sweet.

I've talked about it before in more depth (and I apologize that I'm repeating things from the linked post), but the two members of YUZU are big fans of HxH and I've read that they wrote the ending themes for the anime after reading the whole manga over again, so the lyrics are very directly inspired by HxH. The 2011 anime's production is really filled with people who seem to see Gon and Killua's relationship in a romantic light, and they added all kinds of things like this.

I hesitate to say these added things (including songs and such) make it actually canon because only Togashi himself and what he includes in the manga can determine that, but I think it's very telling that so many people deeply involved with HxH express this kind of sentiment. It doesn't make it canon, but it does support the canon reading of it by showing that quite a few people who know the series so well and had the privilege of working on the anime see this element in their relationship. Also, who knows what Togashi did or did not say to the production crew about adapting his work, not making any assumptions but just saying...

Also, again I have to repeat that Nagareboshi Kirari has wedding bells in it!

Anyway, thank you for the lovely message!

[pepsiconcoction]

hi hi, i enjoy reading your content so much that I wanted to make a request! A Lee Know Fluff inspired by this song “Take A Chance With Me” by NIKI. It can literally be a drabble, one shot, series or whatever pleases you! thanks again <3

hi i'm so sorry i disappeared for like, so long? idk honestly, so i have no idea when you posted this, or if you even still want it lol. i finally have some free time AND i'm feeling creative again so that's fun! anyways hope you like this, i did it in like an hour and a half and its barely proofread, i hope u love it tho <3

Take A Chance With Me - Lee Know x Reader

pairing: Lee Know x gn!Reader

tags: non-idol AU, fluff, tiny amount of angst if you squint?, lee know is a goofy guy i guess

wc: 891

Being in love with Minho was hard. Unfortunately, it was a hardship you had been dealing with for a while now. He was everything to you, your best friend, your soulmate even, although he would always say that soulmates don’t actually call each other that.

The moment you finally realised you were in love with Lee Minho, the two of you were nursing hangovers, a bowl of sundaeguk steaming your face. You had both finally graduated from University, the same place you had met almost 4 years ago. He had finally introduced himself to you after sitting next to you every Tuesday at 9am, after the professor had introduced the fact that group work was required for a project. You hadn’t even heard him speak up until that point, you were kinda beginning to think that was a figment of your imagination until he spoke. 

A year later he told you that he decided to sit next to you because you were the first person who seemed ‘normal’ when he first entered and looked around the room. This confession, of course, had the two of you in fits of giggles at how neither of you turned out to be normal. You had realised you both shared a passion for dance despite your degree studying computer science and had even attended each other's dance showcases and competitions, watching him dance was like nothing else. The way he moved with such practiced precision was so captivating, that it was almost impossible to ever look away.

Beyond that, he was the kindest person you knew. He cared in ways that you had never expected of him. When your boyfriend cheated on you in the summer between years 2 and 3, he showed up to your apartment with kind words and snacks, and he did your dishes for you and even ironed your shirt for work the next day so that you could cry.

Back to the sundaeguk. It was still steaming.

The glint in his eye as he threw his head back giggling at some stupid joke you made you realise. It made you realise a lot of things actually. 

“What happens now?” you ask.

“I don’t know about you but I’m gonna eat this,” he says pointing at his bowl with the chopsticks in his hand.

“No, I mean, now that we’ve graduated.”

He stops mid sausage-to-mouth and blinks at you. 

“We get… jobs, I guess.” The sausage reaches his mouth. You laugh. You let the moment pass.

A month later you’re at a party, he asked you to be his plus one to the after-party of one of his dance shows and you’re talking to one of the other members of the choreography team. She tells you how Minho talks about you and has such admiration for you. When Minho waves at you from across the room, she asks you how you’re not dating. You manage to ramble off something about just being close friends but even you don’t fully believe it. You don’t want this night to end the way it always did. He walks you home, you hold his arm, you let go, and you both say good night. 

You watch him from across the room, the room blaring with music, the sound of voices almost competing. He’s beautiful, you know that, everyone who has ever met him knows that. He’s talking to a friend, one you vaguely recognise, and you feel a pang in your chest, a feeling of impending doom. There’s a fear in your heart that something will take him from you, a job, a person, you don’t know, but you need him to stay with you. You need him.

You finish the drink in your hand and put the empty glass back on the table. You excuse yourself from the group and walk over to him. He notices you and his smile grows wide. 

“Hey! I was just talking about you.” He’s grinning as he says it.

“Only good things I hope.” You raise your eyebrows.

“Of course.”

“Can I talk to you for a second?” you turn a little more serious for a moment. He excuses himself from his friend and the two of you walk outside into the quiet of the night, the cool summer air refreshing.

“Are you okay?” he asks, a hint of concern showing in his eyes.

“Yeah, I was just thinking about things.” you sigh.

“Oh, that’s never good.” 

“I was thinking about you, dumbass.” You roll your eyes.

“Okay, now I’m interested,” he smirks.

You pause as you look at him. You spare a moment thinking of what to say, and how he’ll react, will he accept or reject you? You don’t know. The only thing you do know is Lee Minho, you know him as if you are him, as if you’re connected somehow. You feel like this is already written for you.

“I love you,” you say. He blinks.

“I love you too.”

“No, like, I love you Minho. More than just besties.”

“But if we date, who will be my bestie?” Of course, he jokes. Of course, you laugh.

“You’d have to find a new one.” You giggle.

“Well, looks like I’ll have to get started then.” He leans into you. “I wasn’t kidding,” he says in a softer, quieter voice. “I do love you.”

Being in love with Minho was suddenly so easy, but it always was.

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Friendships Are Overrated

fem!reader x minho

SUMMARY: you are minho's best friend, and get injured out on a run because of a griever that came out of hiding sooner that it was supposed to. love confession happens as a result of it, because of course it does

WORD COUNT: 2.7k (i waffled for a lot of it i'm sorry)

you had been sent up to the glade on the third month, making you the third person.. or ‘greenie’, to have ever been sent up to the glade as you and everyone else held captive within the large stone barriers of your cage had called it. on the outside of those walls was a large maze, with its very own walls that shifted and manoeuvred loudly every night without fail. no one knew how or why it happened, but it scared you all to death.

every month, a new terrified and confused kid would get sent up in a giant, mysterious metallic box, as well as new supplies for those already living in the glade every week. none of you knew where it came from or who was sending it up, but after a while you stopped questioning it. you were thankful that at least, whoever it was that had put you here, had the courtesy to give you all the basic resources you needed to survive.

each time, the poor kid whose fate led them to waking up in said box had no idea where they were, how they got there, where they came from, and what their name was. much like you had. most of the time they were guys, infact, they were always guys.

but not you.

you had been the only girl to have ever been sent up in the box. due to you being one of the first few - for a while, you prayed for a good few months that the next person to be brought up would be a girl. of course, you had grown used to having the guys around, they were great, but a fellow female friend wouldn't hurt.

however, it never happened.

after about five months, you stopped hoping. it became clear that only more and more boys would be brought up, and you remained the odd one out. you got along well enough with them all to come to terms with it, they respected you and you respected them. the gender ratio was definitely not the main concern you and the others had anyways, escaping whatever this place was meant far more to you all.

for a while, you and the boys tried time and time again to use the box as a way out - however all of your methods rendered you defeated. you tried everything you could possibly think of, such as sending people back down into the box when it was usually scheduled to disappear, however it wouldn't budge until they got out of it and quite frankly you needed the supplies it would bring up too much to wait any longer.

the last attempt you ever made at using the box as an attempt to escape ended up in the loss of one of your fellow gladers, the half of his body that was salvaged was left as a sick reminder for anyone who thought to try the same thing ever again to not even bother.

eventually, there was enough of you in the glade to start assigning jobs and roles to maintain a stable community as more and more people showed up.

alby, the first ever to have ever been sent up to the glade, was in charge of this. in charge of everything, for that matter.

he had naturally taken up the leadership role amongst you all, to which no one argued against, he was damn good at what he did and you all trusted him.

you were assigned the role of being a runner. runners were the only people who were permitted to go beyond the large stone walls of your enclosure and into the maze in hopes to find an out.

you liked your job, you liked the freedom of going beyond the walls of the glade and you liked the rush of adrenaline you got every time you stepped foot in the maze, not knowing whether or not you'd make it out by the end of the day or not.

but most of all, you liked minho.

minho was the keeper of the runners, he was the most promising runner out of you all - with his agility, strength, and photographic memory, it wasn't a hard choice for alby to put him in charge of everyone who ran the maze alongside him.

he had come up with a system for the runners, and everyday you all worked by it.

who ran what days, who ran what sections, he set up the mapping system you would use to keep track of your findings after a day out in the maze and all. he was incredible, and you admired him more than anyone.

not only was he one of the most impressive shanks in the glade, he was also your best friend.

you both were glued by the hip whenever you had the chance, and it had become an ongoing joke amongst the other gladers about it only being a matter of time before you two became official.

of course, you both tried to ignore the teasing remarks of your peers. who had time for a shuck relationship in this place? you would say, but deep down - the two of you were simply too scared of ruining the friendship you had already spent so long building to even try. you were fine with being friends as long as you always had eachother in some sense, after all.

it had been your turn to go out and run section 4 of the maze with another guy you had grown quite close with during your time as a runner, his name was hank.

you and hank were doing fine for the most part, not much was said as you both skilfully ran and took note of any change that had happened overnight. speaking would only slow you down, save your breath for running, minho would say.

you and hank were doing fine, that was until you both had an unexpected run in with a griever.

you had never felt fear before like you had upon seeing the disgustingly terrifying form of the griever, chasing after you full speed with its many mechanical appendages. you noted seeing spikes, shears, rods, the lot.

the sheer noise of the clicking and whirring behind you growing nearer and nearer as you fled for your life caused your ears to ring and your head to hurt.

as you were trying to desperately get out of the maze and away from the vile creature not too far behind, you suddenly tripped over a rock and went flying towards the ground, twisting your ankle and earning yourself a nasty scrape going up your arm.

you cried out as you hit the floor, hoping hank might've heard you take your tumble and turn back to help you. you truly thought he would've when he turned his head to look at you, his face mirroring the fear you felt.

that was until he called back a simple ‘sorry’ and continued to run ahead in order to save himself.

what a pussy.

well, you couldn't exactly blame him for being scared, you were too, but still. what a pussy.

you didn't have time to dwell on it however, as the griever behind you was getting far too close. you stood up on your feet and kept on running, ignoring the screaming coming from your foot that sent jolts of white hot pain surging through your leg each time it hit the ground.

due to your injury, you were running significantly slower, thus earning you a slash in the back from one of the grievers many metallic limbs as it grew impossibly closer, but somehow you managed to outrun it in the end and get out past the doors of the maze in time, you were back into the safe confinements of the glade.

you collapsed onto the ground, your vision grew blurry and your consciousness began to slip away. the last thing you remember was a group of gladers crowding around you and yelling out a number of things over the top of eachother.

“holy shuck! is she stung?!”

“someone go get clint and jeff!”

“what happened, (y/n)?!”

“she's bleeding out, quick!”

you woke up with a groan, rubbing your eyes as you sat up carefully in the bed you were in. you were in the med-hut, that much was obvious.

you kicked off the blanket that had been placed over your body and noticed how your foot had been taken care of, a bandage wrapped tightly around your injured ankle.

seemingly your back and arm had been seen to as well, you felt stiff as a bandage had been wrapped equally as tight around your torso to secure the wound on your back that you had received from the griever.

you looked around to see if anyone was nearby, but you were seemingly on your own. that was until a minute later, as if on queue, jeff walked into the med-hut.

his eyebrows raised ever so slightly upon seeing you sitting up, before a smile took over his features.

“hey, (y/n). how you feeling?”

he asked, putting down whatever it was that was in his hand and making his way over to you, placing the back of his hand over your forehead in an attempt to check your temperature.

“like i've just been attacked by a griever.”

your voice was hoarse and rough, causing you to wince slightly at the sound of it.

jeff simply laughed, rolling his eyes.

“yeah, i'll bet. thankfully, you weren't stung though. dunno how, you lucky shank.”

he walked back to the door of the med-hut, turning to face you before he left.

“i'm gonna go tell minho you're awake, that moron was a mess when he heard what happened, i'll be back.”

you said nothing as he made his way out of the building and shut the door gently behind him. you felt your heart flutter slightly at the mention of minho’s name and at the fact he was so worried about you, before mentally preparing yourself for the scolding you were probably about to receive from the man.

due to you being such close friends with him, you had seen almost every side of him. to you, he was nothing more than that sarcastic, humorous and confident douchebag you had grown to love. however it would be foolish to forget just how serious he can be sometimes.

you waited patiently for minho to arrive, and when he did - you had never seen him look so worried. if anything, his expression worsened upon seeing the state you were in.

“hey, min. long time no see,” you attempted to joke, in which he simply furrowed his brows at as he moved swiftly across the room towards you.

once he got in front you, he cupped your face in his rough hands, looking over your features for any injuries on that ridiculously pretty face of yours, before pulling you into a hug.

“jesus christ, you asshole. do you know how shuckin’ worried i was about you??”

“ow, ow, ow, ow- min, my back.”

he mumbled out an apology, before gently pulling away and seating himself on the bed opposite you, his expression slightly less tense but still holding that same concern he had come in with a minute before.

“what the hell happened out there?” he demanded, his tone a weird mix between pure worry and anger.

“well.. y'know, me and hank had an unfortunate run in with a griever. during the day.” you shrugged simply, summing the story up.

“i don't understand-” he ran a hand through his trademark perfectly styled black hair.

“how the hell are you the only one who came out injured? what was hank doing?”

you pursed your lips for a second, debating whether or not to rat on hank for leaving you behind.

“i tripped over a rock when we were running away from it and hurt my foot.” you lifted up your injured foot ever so slightly as your legs hung over the side of your bed, showing him the bandaged limb.

“and hank didn't come and help you?” he asked, the anger in his expression increasing.

“well… no, not exactly, but-”

“i am going to kill that shank-”

minho stood up, getting ready to go out there and rock hank’s shit for practically leaving you, his best friend, to die at the gruesome hands or whatever they had of a griever.

you quickly grabbed a hold of his wrist, stopping him from going any further.

“minho, stop! there's no point, dude.”

“how is there not, huh? that shucking slinthead left you to die. i'm gonna see to it that he spends a month in the pit for that,” he exclaimed, yanking his hand away from your grasp as he turned around to face you again.

“minho, he was scared. we were both terrified and running for our lives, it's not his fault i tripped on a damn rock.”

his features softened a little at your words, before sitting back down on the bed opposite you, mumbling some curse under his breath.

an amused smirk tugged at your lips as you studied the boy in front of you.

“you need to chill out, min. i'm alive and for the most part well, that's all that matters.”

his eyes lifted from the ground to meet your gaze, letting out a sigh.

“i know, i know. i just- you're my best friend, (y/n), and i just can't lose you. but i came this close to it today, i dont..”

he trailed off, slumping back against the wall behind him.

“i don't know what i would've done. hank would've been really in for it then if you had died.”

your heart softened at his words, it wasn't often he was all mushy and affectionate with you but you took it in gratefully, your face flushing slightly.

you're not sure where you got the surge of confidence from, probably from the fact you almost died less than two hours ago, but you were sick and tired of dancing around your feelings for him. if what happened today wasn't a big enough sign you need to get over it and just tell him how you feel, you don't know what was.

“man, i hate that word.”

he raised a brow in confusion as he looked at you.

“what word?”

“friend.”

the look on his face changed from one of confusion to one of slight shock, as he tried to decipher what you meant.

“uhh, come again? did you hit your head or something when you fell?”

“no, you asshole.” you spat with a smile, shaking your head

“i'm sick of being your friend, i dunno if it's because i was this close to dying today or what but it's made me realise that i'm done pretending like i don't want to be more than just your friend.”

you explained, suddenly feeling very small under his gaze as he watched you speak with slightly parted lips, his own face growing hot at your words.

“i like you, minho. i like you a lot, actually. not to get all cheesy, but i hate how much i like you.”

for the first time since he entered the med-hut, minho smiled. the type of smile that brought out his dimples and made his eyes disappear, the type of smile you liked seeing on him the most.

“yeah?” he said simply.

“yeah.”

he wasted no time in pushing himself forward from his position on the bed and leaning on the ground in front of you, cupping your face in his hands and closing the gap between the two of you with a kiss.

due to you both being inexperienced teenagers, it was a little awkward at first, but you both got the hang of it pretty quickly as you melted into his touch.

“hey minho, alby wants-”

clint barged into the med-hut but cut himself off as he looked at the scene in front of him, a smirk appearing on his face.

“well it's about damn time.”

“get outta here, slinthead. i'll be out in a minute.”

clint left and closed the door behind him, rolling his eyes playfully as he did so.

minho turned his attention back to you, bringing his hands down from your face to rest on both of your thighs.

“does… does this mean you're my girlfriend?” he asked, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

“i mean i'd say so, yeah.” you shrugged.

“holy shuck, you're my shucking girlfriend.”

“yeah i am, ‘n you're my boyfriend.”

hi hiii !!! this is my first x reader fic AHHHH it was so so fun to write minho is my bae .... if u liked pls give me some requests on what else i should write !!! tmr is my main thing rn and minho is my fav but i'll try my best to write for any of the characters bc they are all my babies

note; this is proofread but like . if u do happen to see a mistake no u don't

[heymacy]

IAN GALLAGHER + his journey with bipolar disorder

╰┈➤ “At times, being bipolar can be an all-consuming challenge, requiring a lot of stamina and even more courage, so if you’re living with this illness and functioning at all, it’s something to be proud of, not ashamed of." - Carrie Fisher

[eggsploded]

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