#fr i really do love writing this fic cause i get to have big emotional goodbyes and reunions and also the Pizza Argument

[cappydoodle]

rereading my own fic and yeah I'm a comedic genius I think

[urdinosaurs]

Broooo that most recent one shot u made with Hobie was beautiful like it was amazing I enjoyed that story so much like it was sooo good u should write more. Your really talented. I enjoy the angst I love angst like that so much u should write more frl

╰┈➤ ❝ 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 ❞ | 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍

PROMPT: people's behavior had been a lesson ingrained into you since you were young, especially men. they were quick to anger, quick to blame, quick to take out said anger, which is why when you mess up big time you already know what’s going to happen before it will. your just afraid of what it’s going to look like.  

WARNINGS: fem reader, angst, self blaming, mentions and insinuations to past physical and emotional abuse though it is never explicitly mentioned, insecurity, blood, injury, it is not my intention to romanticize this. if anything I hope to bring awareness to to how unhealthy this behavior is, hurt/comfort, fluff in the end, 2.5k wc

A/N:  when i first read this comment i had tears in my eyes. you don’t know how much this means to me and i literally love you sm anon i just wanna give you a big fat sloppy kiss fr. sorry this took so long, trying to get this just right is impossible. This is a darker fic so read at your own risk, enjoy!

Hobie was going to kill you. 

Not in the literal sense, of course, but you're sure you'll be on the receiving end of his anger when he finds out. Though, knowing for sure isn't possible with how little you actually know about him, given that you only met him six months ago. In that time, however, you've never seen him enraged. Hell, you assumed he was incapable of it entirely by the flirty and nonchalant demeanor he expressed around you, which you recognize now as both a pleasure and a curse. 

You know what people are like, how quick they are to anger and take it out on you. You've seen and experienced it more times than you could count, and even suggesting that he would be exempt from these patterns, all men seem to have ingrained into their behavior is unthinkable. The unknown alone sends fear trickling down your spine at the thought of his rage or worse. 

Yet, how could you fault him for any reaction he'll have? You knew how important it was to him and how much he trusted you around it, and still, you found a way to destroy the little of what he held dear.  

You stare at the shards, your breathing coming in quick pants as droplets of blood bloom over the lacerations the pieces of broken ceramic caused. Frantic eyes search the wreckage, your heart thudding at the back of your throat, choked with horror. How could you?

The pottery was a piece Hobie's mother had given him when he was too young to remember why. The simple electric guitar-shaped porcelain with chipped and scratched paint was the only thing he had from her, years of memories turning it dull and dusty. Nonetheless, it remained one of the few material objects for which he held a deep sense of sentimentality for, and you shattered it with an accidental bump of your hand.

The cuts begin to sting, and cold fingers of dread brush against your neck, tears welling in their stead. Stupid. How stupid could you be to knock over such a thing? Jerking a sharp breath, your eyes dart around the room for a solution. 

The only reason you were near it in the first place was to grab the item next to it, a spare pick, which was forgotten in the haste of his exit. Meaning he would be home at any minute to get it before heading to his rehearsal, only five minutes away from the boat. 

Fixing this was the only thing keeping you from shutting down entirely, the objective kicking your senses into overdrive as the increasingly sharp stabs of pain from your hands distract the little mental fortitude you have left. 

While you aren't sure what you're going to do to salvage this, anything is better than letting Hobie see it and, in his anger that will shortly follow, affirm your uselessness and inability to do anything right. A fear that has plagued you for longer than you remember. You're about to pick up the pieces when the lock jingles and the door creaks open. The color drains from your face, adrenaline shooting through your system in a flash of white-hot panic as Hobie's voice cuts through your thoughts in an instant. "Hey, did ya' find my…"

The world stops when Hobie steps into the room. The entire universe, your universe, is shifted right off its axis the moment his breath catches at the disaster you created. 

Bile rises in your throat, your pulse skyrocketing in a moment of sheer hysteria, grasping your chest so firmly it won't subside.

"S-shit-" your voice comes out in a broken gasp. "I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean to. Fuck, it was an accident, I…I'm so stupid." Choking out the last of your rambling, your throat constricts to the point where words feel heavy on your tongue. You can barely breathe over the terror gripping you like a vice, the art of apology forged into your tongue from years of use.

He kisses his teeth, staring at the mess for a long second, so still, you could swear he stopped breathing. Then his gaze flickers up at you with so many yet so little emotions you can't quite decipher swimming in his wide pupils. You can tell the moment he fully recognizes the extent of your emotional state as well as the blood escaping your curled fist because his expression morphs into one of concern. He steps around the glass like splinters, grabbing your shoulders and twisting you slightly in his thorough examination of your body. Apprehension squeezes the air from your lungs, rendering you speechless and too afraid to bear witness to a physical rage you've never seen. The thought of how it manifests sits like a lump in your throat. 

He takes notice of your hands, sharply gasping as he holds your balled fists, crimson rivets smearing onto his skin. Your eyes burn with the onset of tears, and you slam them closed, feeling your shame and fear as clearly as the agony stabbing your hand.

"Fuck," he murmurs, his voice oddly devoid of emotion. His warm hands disappear from yours, and you let your arms fall to your side, your eyes still tightly shut. The soles of his shoes vibrate across the floor as a door hinge creaks, and you can hear the sound of shuffling just as the door swings shut, and he moves in large strides back into his room. Trepidation crawls over your body, prickling your skin. 

Peaking through squinted eyes, you gauge Hobie's reaction as he, without a word, leads you to his bed, his hand gripping yours delicately as if he assumes you will crack under too much pressure. He presses you to sit on the quilt, making quick work of popping open what you now recognize as a first aid kit. Gaping, you swallow back the lump of guilt and confusion that had formed.

Of course, Hobie would take care of you first despite the damage you've done. Of course, when he has every right to leave you here, he patches you up no matter how much you don't deserve it. Punishing yourself is an easier pill to swallow than his kindness. 

The silence stretches out as he digs through the kit, finding what he needs and holding out his hand. Tenderly, you place your hand in his awaiting palm, almost scared of what happens when you do, and his eyes flicker to yours momentarily, catching the emotions spilling over them before he carefully and slowly unfurls your fist. A sharp intake splits through the anticipation as Hobie's body crunches forward in worry, gently turning your palm from side to side, inspecting you with consternation. Small pieces of ceramic, as big as his fingernail, stick out of your palm in gory spikes, pushing and pressing on the nerve endings in your throbbing limb. 

He studies your avoiding stare in an attempt to decipher the sudden radical change in your behavior wordlessly. 

The tweezers sit heavy in his hand, watching you ruefully as he readies them above your open palm. He gives you a moment to collect yourself, and you can feel the weight of his stare on your injury, flickering to the shards of his childhood on the floor in a quick second. You sink deeper into the guilt, thickening your throat, knowing he has to be angry, or at least disappointed, even if he's not showing it. 

Without a word, the tweezers bite into your skin and pull the splinters, eliciting a loud yelp from you, tears stinging your eyes. His other hand squeezes your thigh, an apology and a gesture of comfort to ground yourself in besides the misery he's regrettably putting you through. You stiffen at the contact, more surprised than anything that he would want to touch you. Shouldn't he be repulsed? 

Sneaking a peek, you watch his lips curl into a soft frown and his eyes droopy, weighed down by his guilt for being the cause of your unshed tears, which you don't understand. Why isn't he visibly disappointed? Is he hiding it well enough that you can't tell? Is he waiting to unleash his anger? 

You wince, sharp jabs echoing up your hands like jolts of electricity, and you bite your lips to contain any pained noises. Hobie plucks the last fragment, letting it clatter into the metal tin before applying the disinfectant in one fell swoop. Somewhere between a groan and whimper leaves your scratchy throat at the alcohol burning its way down each individual cut. You flinch, blinking back, tears swimming in your eyes devastatingly. The antibiotic ointment is plucked from the case, and he makes sure to delicately smear it across your cuts, a pleasant cooling sensation erupting from the inflamed area. He starts to bandage up your hand when he debates it, chewing on his lip with conflicted pupils before he opens his mouth. "How?" 

It shouldn't trigger such a harsh flinch, but it does, and the apology hovers at the tip of your tongue before you can stop it. 

"I'm sorry, Hobie," your voice wobbles, sounding strained. You're desperate to prove yourself before he does anything rash, and you're sure he can see it."I-I didn't mean to. I-it just slipped while I was trying to get your pick and…" 

"Shhh, i''s okay, luv." His words don't register with the incessant ringing in your ears and the pounding in your head hindering your whirring thoughts, hopelessness clawing at your words.

Despite his reassurances, you don't feel okay. Every nerve, every fiber of your being is screaming at you and your clumsiness, the seemingly innate ability to never be good enough. It's consuming, clogging your head with every fault and problem with yourself that leads you here. 

"God, I'm so stupid. I-I can make it up to you, I promise. Just please don't be mad. I'll do whatever you need and–"

"Hey," Hobie firmly says, fingers digging into your shoulders to pull you out of your spiral. "I'm not mad."

"But-" you start again, only for him to cut you off with a stern finger grasping at your chin in an effort for you to understand. "I'm not mad."

"But I broke it." You exclaim, desperation bleeding into your words, your vocal cords climbing to a higher pitch, everything you've done wrong boiling to the surface. "One of your most prized possessions, and I shattered it in seconds. It's all my fucking fault."

Your hands shake, and the sudden graze of Hobie's hand against your warm face stops you from saying more. The eye contact is unbearable with the heavy weight on your consciousness, and your hands flex experimentally despite the pain. He sighs, and his expression is a melancholy sort of heartbroken. "It's not your fault. It was an accident, right?"

"Yeah–"

"So that's it. Ya' didn't mean to. There's nothin' else 'bout it. Why would I be disappointed for a mistake?" He sounds genuinely curious, but it's hard to tell under all the layers of sadness on top of it. 

"Because I can't do anything right! You told me not to touch it, and I couldn't even do that right. You have every right to be angry; hell, I deserve it-" 

"Oi." he snaps coldly. "Don't say 'at. You don't deserve me to treat you like fuckin' shit, so don't even think about it."

With your voice frozen in your throat, a chill creeps through you in the midst of trying to process his words. Then, when you do, droplets of salty tears run down your cheeks, and quicker than you can comprehend, his arms wrap around you, pulling you into his chest in one swift moment. You can only cry harder, surrounded by everything that is him, a cruel reminder of what you did. 

"I-I just...I thought you would be mad. Everyone always is," you heave, burying your face further into his chest. You're unsure how much he can hear you with your face pressed against his soft crop top, but he seems to understand you well enough because he stiffens. 

His grip tightens in response as if he could protect you from the world. "Never," he states softly, affirmation and defensiveness bleeding in. "Never." 

You wrap your arms around his long torso tighter, each emotion spilling out in unceremonious tears. The reality that he wasn't mad finally settling in.

"I'm sorry," you cry, your shoulders shaking. "I'm so sorry."

His breath tickles your ear, his lanky arms cocooned around you. At the same time, he presses a tender kiss on the crown of your head. "You never need to be sorry, ya' hear me?" he mutters delicately, nuzzling his nose in your hair, his head leaning on your side, his tone more lighthearted. "As long as you get those thoughts outta your head, get what I mean?" 

You do, and while you don't know how much of the lingering insecurity you can get rid of or the fear of disappointment and volatile reactions, it's a step in the right direction, a path Hobie wants to help you on. So you shake your head because, after this affirmation that you're not what you believed yourself to be, you understand. He's freed you from the shackles of yourself, effortlessly turning every preconceived notion into an indisputable lie. Made the fear kept close to your chest wither under his understanding demeanor. Not only that but re-written the very DNA of your relationship into a tight-knit web of shared feelings and experiences that will inevitably only bring you closer. 

"I don't know how to fix it," you admit, sniffling as you untangle yourself from him to find that not-so-scary eye contact anymore, searching his face for an answer like one does a guidebook. 

"Yeah, me neither." He shrugs, brown eyes wandering to the mess you still can't face. "But we'll find a way."

You nod, unsure of what else to add, letting your head fall to his chest as you sit there momentarily in the aftermath, his presence like a warm blanket. You unclench your fist, which you must have balled up in your anguish, and pain burns your hand so severely a mix between a hiss and a pained-sounding gasp leaves your throat. Hobie pulls you from the embrace so fast you get whiplash, inspecting you for injuries until his eyes fall on your hands. 

"Shit." He scrambles, noticing your reopened cuts are dripping blood down your wrist. The bandage he had started to do was soaked in the crimson liquid. "Let's get you patched up, ya?"

Swallowing, you watch as he picks up the gauze, taking your hand in his and continuing to wrap the cloth around your fingers with so much tenderness and care that your heart squeezes and the lump in your throat returns.  

"I can't stand to see you like this," he murmurs offhandedly, his hands never ceasing movement. Your breath hitches, eyes wide with surprise before they fall remorsefully, a mixture of emotions brewing in your chest. 

"I'm sorry," you say out of habit more than anything. He gives you a pointed look, collecting his thoughts before he speaks. "There's no need for any of 'at insecurity. It's no trouble at all, you're no trouble, so just say thank you, and we'll be straight." 

And you do, soft-spoken words carried by the air conditioning kicking on. He looks up from his work, both of your hands wrapped in a layer of gauze, a satisfied smirk pulling at Hobie's lips. "That's my girl."

i wanted to try out using caps this time, what do you guys think?

TAGLIST: @alicefallsintotherabbithole

[sluttywoozi]

Hi Em! I'm quite new to your writing but I love that you write for chubby!reader 🥺 and also i think I bulldozed through your svt masterlist in like 2 days lolz since you're taking suggestions I've been having a few woozi thoughts float around my head that id thought id share 🫣

1. Obv mans taking care of his health but the main reason jihoon started bulking up and really hitting the gym in the first place was bc chubby!reader shared that they sometimes got really insecure being seen next to him with such a big size difference, he saw it as an opportunity and ran with it (highkey made him better in bed too)

2. Similarly, he wears mostly comfy clothes cause, duh, they're comfy but also bc you love looking at him in sweatpants and anything that takes more than 1 step to get to his cock is simply too much for you. How could he make his princess deal with belt buckles and jean zippers when you're constantly begging to get in his pants?

3. A lot of fics depict jihoon as pretty emotional constipated and hesitant to express affection but not enough fics really encompassing his inner child moments like when hes making weird noises and jumping around everywhere like he got zoomies, i would love to see a fic where reader is even more tsundere than him sometimes and he assumes more of the weirdo/sunshine/affectionate/clingy role bc i know hes capable for sure, queue the video of him messing around with vernon and doing that lil dance like what a dork

Sorry this is so long 😔 i love your fics!! Cant wait for bloodhound pt 3 hehehehehe have the loveliest day!!!

omg hello!!! i'm glad you're here!! and that's impressive fr i think added up that's like in the 200k zone (that's a guestimate i need to do another spreadsheet to check lmao)

yessss thank you for sharing your woozi thoughts 🙏🙏🙏

i can sooo see that esp bc im taller than him (not by much but still) and i love the thought of him being like "lemme get wider so you don't worry about this"

yes yes yes obsessed that is going in the to do list

ooo i think this one would be tough but in a good fun way!! i love his silly goofy moods and moments 😭

is this the dance? im obsessed with him

omg pls don't apologize for a long ask!! i love a long ask!! and thank you 🥹 oh gosh bloodhound 3 i hope she'll come to me soon 🙏

have a wonderful week 💖

[beyond-the-kitchen]

hi! 7, 11, and 16 for the arctic monkeys asks 😘

hiii, thank u so much for the ask 😊

7. how long have you been a fan? tell us about your journey!

oh gosh, this is a bit embarrassing. ive been active on here since about july??? this year. but ive been a casual fan for a couple of years. oddly enough i was supposed to go to the cancelled irish gig in the summer and taht cancellation got me more into them. idk how or why but im so glad cause ive met so many cool and lovely people as a result.

11. have you ever created any fanart or fanfiction inspired by the band/involving anyone in the band? feel free to share a link!

the closest ive gotten to proper fic is this post thats technically more about miles and his feelings for alex but im counting it anyways. as for proper fics i have some ideas i just need to sit myself down and actually write something. 🫣

16. if each of the albums was a person, which one do you think you'd most be like and why?

this is so so hard why would you even make me answer this. im kidding, i think that in terms of aesthetics im quite like humbug (or maybe id just like to think i am). but fr i always thought of humbug being an autumnal album and i find the emotional sound really fascinating. i was born in september so i adore all things autumn and i relate to most of the songs being quite calm and almost chill? in a way but then randomly having big crescendos and getting quite angry sounding. im someone who has quite a long tether before i properly lash out at someone and get angry. i hope that made sense and isn’t just rambles…

[subskz]

warning: a very chaotic essay about bb below

from the beginning, reading butterfly bandage made me feel like i’ve been transported into a bubble universe of sorts. there were so many different threads running through the story that i was curious about, and with the last part, you wrapped them all up into a neat little bow. it was such a well-rounded, intricately-written story !! ✩

a big thank you to seo changbin for showing up to his lecture woefully unprepared and picking to use the reader’s sanrio pencil that day, as it would ultimately end up setting off the chain of events that caused chan & the reader to find each other; truly the backbone of this entire fic 🙌😭💕 when you described his shy smile as, “unexpected, coming from someone who looked like he bent iron bars for fun” 💀💀 binnie’s antics were completely on-point. i loved the dynamic between him & the reader so much. they gave us the perfect comedic relief (which was much-needed at some points in the story 😭)

i love the premise of university aus so much, i am truly so simple

this is a super minute thing, but i always loved seeing the ʚïɞ symbols at the start and in the dividing lines when reading bb; it’s just so cute 😭

also do not think that their apartment being numbered 8-325 slipped past us!! i noticed a lot of parallels hidden throughout, and to me, they are a testament to just how much thought went into writing this~! ♡ the continuous occurrences of inexplicable heat like when they first met, or the random burning feeling in the reader’s thumb without even knowing chan got cut there too; the metaphor of them being akin to binary stars; their discussions about twin flames… i loved all the themes you wove into the story, everything fell together so beautifully. chan and the reader really are twin flames, mirror souls, bound together by the red string of fate to reveal the other’s true reflection to them for the first time.

also, i think you hit quite a few of us in our soft spots with the reader’s self-effacing temperament and her history of broken relationships :,) the amount of parallels i found between chan, the reader and myself… she just like me fr. it made me think what you might’ve went through in order to be able to depict the gravity and nuances of those sorts of emotions so well ㅠ_ㅠ when the reader merges paths with chan who, for once, wants to be her equal, it feels so deserved. also, the overflowing fondness that the reader has for all the channie-isms is so sweet n accurate 😭💞 you crafted such a beautiful universe, and you did such an excellent job characterising everyone.

i still can’t get over how plainly obvious you were about your true feelings in your initial introduction of lino 💀 taking a whole paragraph just to describe his ethereal beauty (i would do the same thing)

i loved 3racha’s performance too — i’m paboracha-biased (although seungmo and innie have been making me act up recently) with the biggest weakness ever for hannie, so the brief cameo part with him where he was described as shamelessly reading his own lyrics off his phone sent me 😭😭😭 the little details like those were another display of how much care was put into the fic and made it even more special to read ♡

the making out in the bathroom at the party afterwards as well was so vkvjjxifxutsdut the slight possessiveness was so hot… ♡

and when channie and the reader had their first time, the reader being like, “oh. he was loud.” 💀💀💀 so real, he is so cute hhhhvknvvcj, and his praise kink but simultaneous extreme inability to take compliments wounds my heart. you write him so well 😭 how much i wanna build up channie’s self-esteem until he realises how others see him !!

also i’ve gotta say, as others have pointed out already too, you were seriously out for blood with the scene where chan cries while eating the reader out… i’ve never felt so conflicted 😭 the timing to be a dacryphiliac has truly never been worse LMAOOO because my heart was shattering at all the terrifyingly sad things he was repeating fo himself and i just wanted to scoop the lil channie mash potato boy up and be like “no baby, it’s okay, don’t cry”, but ALSO at the same time, that was so hot wtf </3

then to follow that up with THE BATHING SCENE… you are crazy (affectionate). i have never felt so soft omg… he is so infuriatingly lovable and it’s crazy he can’t see it. i’m glad he finally got someone like the reader who he can gradually learn how to release some of his burdens with. 🥺

“…as if he was afraid that now that you’d discovered a side to him that dared to be anything less than accommodating—anything less than convenient for you—you’d pack up and leave without a second thought.” OUCH

you wrote so many beautiful and heart-wrenching lines throughout this 😭

and LEE MINHO… ㅡㅡ why is he like this. the feminine urge to rail the brat out of him, my god. he is a lil meow meow fucking menace, that’s for sure. as much as he singlehandedly destroyed everything, he was only acting the way he did out of the (misguided) instinct to protect chan… :( the way he begrudgingly made amends with the reader at the end 😭 in my imagination, they patched up their relationship over time despite his enormous fuck-up and became friends again

i read part 4 as soon as it was posted, and i was genuinely reeling afterwards, questioning why you were doing this to us 😭 but it felt strangely cathartic, to watch the house of cards they had stacked up out of fear of ever leaning on each other, finally crumbling apart, because now, they can restart and build their relationship with a secure foundation that allows for a balanced exchange of emotions between them, and protects the wellbeing of them both ♡

anyway i’m so sorry that this ask is longer than the reader’s physics textbook 😭 this story broke me apart in the best way possible, and then put me right back together again. it’s such a well-rounded work, n i hope you’re proud of yourself 🫶

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oh my god 😭😭😭😭 when you said to expect an essay abt bb from you i had no idea just how much u meant it…i can’t believe all the thought and care you’ve put into this, thank you so much for taking the time to write out such a detailed, heartfelt message!

as i was mapping out the story, i found myself wondering at times if i’d be able to tie up all the loose ends bc there was just so much going on in so many different places…so to hear you say that it was wrapped up nicely means so much to me!! the fact that u even took notice of all those threads and kept track of them throughout the series is also very touching to me! thank u for being invested enough to do so, it’s sincerely the best feeling <3

SEO CHANGBIN!!! our dear leo boy…he is absolutely the backbone of this entire fic u are so correct. where would we be without his questionable academic decisions n his accidental matchmaking skills…even when he’s not the main character he is always the star of the show!! 🥰 i’m delighted u liked that line abt him LOL binnie’s softness n silliness in contrast to his tough appearance is the most endearing thing on earth to me, so i hoped to capture a bit of that lovable personality of his! i think i had such a blast writing his scenes for exactly the reason you mentioned…it was really nice to write his lighthearted antics w the reader amidst the heavier parts of the story, so i couldn’t be happier that his role brought the same relief for you!! ^_^

i’m such a sucker for university aus as well…so simple but so many things to love abt them! and it’s very sweet of u to point out the butterfly symbols! i figured i should take the theme and run w it hehe i’m glad u found it to be a cute detail ♡

there was no way i couldn’t sprinkle in those skz easter eggs here n there…like a lil secret we’re all in on 😽 yes! many details in bb are kinda meant to parallel aspects of skz in reality, esp channie’s struggles in predebut (im going off on a tangent here but that’s also why i chose 3racha’s placebo as the song chan was working on! i feel like it gives so much insight on his state of mind at the time) it’s really meaningful to me that u caught on to all those recurring themes and connected them w ease in the story! and the binary stars…when i learned abt them n how they orbit each other so closely and rapidly, to the point where they can even exchange materials through tidal interactions and influence each other’s evolution…i just couldn’t resist adding it into the story hehe it felt too fitting for how channie n the reader take on parts of each other and change for the better! you are so incredibly kind and observant thank u so much, you’ve really read this w a keen eye and i’m so grateful!

in sharing bb i was hoping there might be someone out there who could relate to its central conflict, but i was taken aback by just how many ppl’s experiences it seemed to align w ㅠ knowing it resonated w you as well both fills my heart and tugs at it…i know i said this before but this series was kinda like a love letter to everyone who is like channie n the reader, so i really hope u found some solace in its message 💗 “chan, who, for once, wants to be her equal” u really got me w this…that’s exactly it isnt it ㅠㅠ the balanced, endless cycle of love that they both deserve!! and the channieisms…it’s only right that the reader adores him and all his cute lil habits just as much as we do!! characterization is always the most important thing to me above all, so thank u so much for saying that it's the highest compliment!

HELPP LMAO i will never be free from that paragraph describing lino’s first appearance huh…if there’s any moment in the story where tumblr user rin subskz is speaking instead of the reader…it’s definitely that 😭 very embarrassing for me but seeing that u are paboracha biased i feel a lil better at least…u know firsthand what it’s like to be bewitched body and soul by lee minho

i’m so thrilled u liked the section abt 3racha’s performance! i debated even describing it in detail for a while bc i wasnt sure if it was necessary…but i ultimately decided it wouldn’t be right to skip over since it led into what happens later! HANNIE <3 it makes me happy that moment got a giggle out of u lol i really wish i could’ve included more scenes w him…applying the scatterbrained genius energy of trainee jisung to the context of an exhausted uni student wouldve been very fun! and once again, the fact that u paid attention to lil things like that is so fulfilling to me <33

the idea of the bathroom scene w the reader feeling a lil possessive was actually what initially sparked the plot point of the party in my head 😭 and YES w the way chan sounds like he’s getting the soul sucked out of him UNPROVOKED on a daily basis…i just had to make him the loudest most vocal most reactive baby on earth there was no other way!! it makes me so happy that u felt he was written well, thank you so much ♡ praise kink and channie just go hand in hand dont they…u described it perfectly that combo of being so desperate for approval but so easily flustered is just irresistible

hehehe channie crying while giving head was truly my equivalent of sending out a bat signal to all fellow dacryphiliacs 🙏 the little channie mash potato boy…..please ㅠㅠㅠㅠ i’m very sorry for the conflicting emotions that scene sparked in u it was a lil evil of me…i even gave myself some psychic dmg while writing it but at least u know u werent alone in that internal battle!! n i’m happy it had the desired effect~ <3 the bathing scene!! truly just a fraction of the love n care he deserves…and as u said it’s crazy he cant see it!!! he just needs to be shaken lovingly and violently by the shoulders until the idea gets through his beautiful head -_-;

i feel like the sentence u pointed out really describes bb chan’s mindset in a nutshell, how he sees himself as someone to be used rather than to be loved ㅠㅠ my apologies again for the misery haha but i’m glad to know there were lines that could touch ur heart!

LEE MINHO!!! he took his role of meow meow menace very seriously as u can see…though i personally think he had a good reason for being so cold to the reader (maybe leeknowism plagues me even fictionally) he definitely put those defensive walls up far too quickly without knowing the full story…though can we blame him after he’s seen the same cycle repeat time n time again (yes actually) in an alternate alternate universe, the brat was railed out of him n everyone lived happily every after <3 but yes, i hope him realizing he had to be the one to round up these lovesick losers made him a lil less insufferable for u at the end haha! that’s so sweet to think abt as well…i’d also like to believe that the reader is forgiving enough to give him a second chance and they eventually became genuine friends! bound by their mutual love for channie ♡ maybe she can finally tell him what she thought of that anime he recced her…

hehe i really wish i didnt have to split bb4 up and leave u guys hanging for a bit like that…but the hand of god (tumblr text block limit) interfered 💔 describing chan and the reader’s relationship as a house of cards is absolutely perfect!! very tentatively built and full of care and attention to detail, but ultimately very fragile bc their idea of love wasn’t sustainable. a balanced exchange of emotions!! you’ve worded it so beautifully, it makes me very giddy that you got the core message through and through

please don’t apologize!! if anything i’m so honored and grateful that you immersed urself in the story and had such lovely, thoughtful things to say abt it. i must’ve thanked u a million times in this response but again, thank you so much!i it means the world to me that you entered this lil bb universe and that u enjoyed it 💗💗💗

[seospicybin]

hi eff!

this is soooooo long overdue! you probably don’t remember cause it’s been so long but i’m the vesper/frank ocean - pyramids loving anon from months ago. i’m finally saying hi (it’s about time honestly)

too hot to handle is legit so fun to read. you did that fr. i love the back and forth between mc and minho. and i love how upfront mc is with how she feels whether positive or negative. high key excited jack is gone ngl. i don’t even feel bad. but i am glad he won’t be a used anymore thinking he has a chance. i’m super excited to see what happens next. i’m glad minho is finally making a move but i hope he can open up with mc eventually and it won’t be too late in the end. a physical connection is nice but an emotional one is so much better imo. you’ve done such a great job with this story so far. i don’t think i’ve read a fic inspired by a dating show yet and it’s really refreshing how you’ve done it.

i wanted to say too how much i adore the pied piper couple. in the last story you wrote with them i really loved how mc reflected on how what she thought was showing trust was in a way feeding an insecurity of bin’s and she tried her best to correct it and reassure him. the open communication between the two>>> love it.

and body too. every time i hear that song i think of your story. it fits so well together.

aces…ma’am…i’ll be back once i finish. i gotta get my thoughts together for that one.

thank you for all your hard work and effort you put into writing these amazing stories! 💐

i hope you have an amazing day/rest of your week!!

- J💕

Oh, hi J!

I think I remember bcs you're the only one talking abt the Frank Ocean track. Thank you for all the feedbacks, omg, they're all so fun to read. ☺️

For Pied Piper, I'm working on the part 2 of it, it's them taking a big step together on their relationship. I need more time for it bcs they're indeed my favorite couple to write.

And I fully understand you need a lot more time to "digest" Aces High bcs we all do yet I'll patiently wait for your thoughts on it!

Thank you for the sweet, kind words. I really need them these days, I've been procrastinating A LOT when I should finish my wips.

Hope you're having amazing week as well, my darling! ily mwah mwah 🤗❤️

[hishighnesstheprincess]

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Thankies!

🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?

I think basically every multi chapter fic is a lot harder for me than people realize. While coming up with good ideas is easy for me, keeping that steam up for a while fic gets very hard very fast, especially when I feel like I'm on a time limit, whether self imposed or not. Important To Me is the main culprit in this, because I did experience a big life disruption that prevented me from posting the third chapter when I wanted to, and most likely I won't be able to do this coming Wednesday on time as well. I still enjoy writing these fics, I just really don't do well with deadlines.

🤲what do YOU get out of writing?

Oh man I get a LOT out of writing. I get to vent my own personal frustrations, expand on bits of lore and characters and plots that I thought didn't get justice, I get to make up my own silly scenarios in my head. I think the main thing, though, is the various friends I've made via writing. I love them all so much. Shoutout to my mutuals for being the coolest people alive fr.

🎈describe your style as a writer; is it fixed? does it change?

I definitely stick to one style most of the time (third person limited in past tense) but I'm not against changing up that style for limited sections or even entire fics. In fact I've got an AU in my head with a robot character who was originally a person where I was planning on having their narration done in a very different style from everyone else, primarily to show how different they are from everyone else and their normal self, and to cause emotional pain in character and reader alike. Also if I read something that I find really really cool in a book or another fanfiction, I may try to do something like it even if it's very different from my normal style.

[aclosetfan]

Part 2: For some strange reason, I feel a sudden case of Deja vu, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ MsButterFingers has two fics and both made me cry so... for you. :) And lastly, "The notion of Loss" & "Paper Hearts" by Gold Scribbles. Paper hearts is the cutest Blues fic ever.Switching over to questioning you about anything and everything, tell us more about your fake dating au and plans!! And that is it. I hope you do well and hope you haven't read at least one of these fics so I can feel so proud of myself.! :)

Oh no! Idk if there was a part 1 to this ask but I never received it :(

I'll have to look up MsButterFingers. Idk if i've read anything by them yet, and that's pretty wild cause I've read a lot!! I love when fics make me emotional~ can't wait!

AND AHH OMG okay okay okay the Notion of Loss by Gold Scribbles is my fave fic like ever!!!!!! I love it, which is a big deal given how prominent the reds are in that fic because usually I stray from that pairing but ugh the author just fucking NAILS it. If i could ever write anything half as good I'd die happy fr fr

I rec that fic to everyone!! I left a review for it on ffn and the author actually replied, and I about died and went to heaven. It was like meeting a celebrity. I love all their work, but I don't think they update their profile much anymore :( so happy you mentioned them! FEEL PROUD OF YOURSELF YOU'VE READ ONE OF THE BEST AHHH! The greens in that story *killed* me and Boomer's characterization??? So good.

Fake dating au updates under the cut!

i don't have much of an update :( it's still just an outline, but here are some fun facts b/c i really can't wait to write this one

1) I love the idea of Buttercup in her "boyfriends" oversized sweaters, so that's featured heavily

2) I'm actually excited to write Blossom in this one. I'm portraying her as the stoic "doesn't emote often" character--like cool nerd, not the overachiever I usually write her as. I think I'm going for "burnt-out prodigy" lmao. Outside of that, I really don't have any plans for her. Bubbles is featured more prominently then she is.

3) i like making the greens huge dorks who go to great lengths to cover up their dorkiness. This story, as opposed to Buttercrush, shows more of Butch's dorky side. The whole point is the two greens finally get to see each other in a light that rumors/stereotypes/popular media doesn’t portray the other as.

So, Buttercup is the "stone-cold bitch one", but in reality, she's a very passionate and excitable young superheroine (who's overly competitive). She's just a little socially awkward and shy, is all, but she's always determined to help a person in need. She's also the youngest member of Townsville's only superbeing roller derby league (because in canon, the girls aren't the only people with superpowers and I've decided there's probably enough super-people to have super-people sports leagues)

Butch is the "promiscuous bad boy," but in reality he spends his weekends either camping/back-packing or building incredibly nerdy military models. I'm making Butch the Townsville version of an eagle scout BUT because he was "evil" (at one point) HIM had put him in Demon Scouts to meet like-minded children. Demon Scouts is just Boy Scouts, where they learn how to tie knots and match car derbies, but with 10x more blood rituals/sacrifices. (Imagine the delight BC will have finding the fam photos with little butchie in his little demon scout uniform, I'm crying it's so cute).

Butch doesn't mind too much that people think he's a whore, but it bugs Buttercup because she doesn't think it's fair to Butch

In line with Boy Scouts, I just found out in one of the ppg comics the girls were in "Muffin Scouts" and Buttercup only joined so she could eat the cookies, so i'll definitely be using that to my advantage.

4) All of the above is important because a major turning point in the story is Buttercup getting fed up with people assuming things about Butch, her, and their supposed relationship. Everyone thinks they'll break up because she's a "bitch" and he's a "whore," and she's like DAMMIT Butch I know we said we'd fake break-up today!!!! But they can't treat us like this!!!! We'll show them we're the best couple in the whole damn school by becoming Prom Queen and King

and Butch is like lol yeah ok--wait, what are we doing??

5) LOL I can't wait for Buttercup to "meet" Butch's parents. I don't plan on having HIM in this story, just Mojo. But Mojo being like what is she doing on my couch, in my living room, where I live??? Causally?? And Butch is like oh lmao yeah, sorry dad, this is my girlfriend Buttercup. You've met before, right??

And Buttercup--who's funny and a good sport, and love, love, loves fucking with mojo--is like oh lol sup mojo, absolutely love what you've done with the place, haha, anyway I'm boning the fuck out of your boy.

And Brick, Boomer, and Butch (b/c he kind of forgets for a second she's talking about him) are just like 🤣🤣AHHHHHH🤣🤣🤣 YEAH SHE IS

and mojo just straight up dies.

[fanfiction-writers]

Lies and Discoveries

Pairing: Toshinori Yagi (All Might)x Reader

Words: 2k

Summary: You've been in a relationship with Toshinori Yagi for a while now, but you're just now realizing that he's been lying to you. Trying to get the truth out of the man is difficult when you can barely get ahold of him, let alone have a conversation with him...

Warnings: None

A/N: I saw a bunch of Toshinori headcannons and prompts on tumblr and decided I wanted to write something as well. Plus, I need more people to scream with regarding this show, it's my new obsession. This is also my first bnha/mha fic I've ever written and I've pretty much only seen the anime so I hope everyone's in character.

Here was the thing about Toshinori Yagi: He was literally one of the most genuinely good people you had met. You weren’t sure how he did it all the time. He was always a gentlemen, always looking out for other people, always being good.

You could tell because that’s how your quirk worked: Your quirk was a sort of empathy quirk. You could feel others’ emotions and get a general sense of them. Further down the line as you matured, you learned that your quirk could also manipulate different emotions to an extent. While you had never wanted to be a Hero, your quirk did help you with helping the Pro Heroes with any therapy or helping them cope with any particularly horrific incidents. So after some training and obtaining a hero license, you had your own therapist gig going with some of the heroes in the city. You were honestly surprised at how many Heroes had jumped at the chance while you had worked with Recovery Girl for a short while. It had started out with just you helping your friends, but then turned into a whole operation.

Which takes you back to Toshinori Yagi.

Feeling people’s emotions could sometimes backfire. You could usually tell if people were lying. There was something to be said when you could see people’s faces and feel their emotions exuding the exact opposite when they lied.

And Toshinori Yagi, your boyfriend, lied to you a lot. It had taken a while for you to notice, though. Usually when he had to cancel on your plans, he had called you over the phone, promising another attempt at a date later. You had known he was a teacher at the infamous hero school as the go-between for All Might; meaning he was usually busy so it wasn’t a problem. Usually. Until you noticed the lies when he’d make some impromptu excuse and dart off…

 “Do you wanna cook dinner, or should I?” you asked, juggling the bags of groceries in your arms.

  Toshinori held his own bags in his arms and walked beside you with a small smile. “You can, it always tastes better when you cook it.”

 “Mm hmm,” you hum, side-eyeing him. “I think you just don’t want to cook, Toshinori.”

 He chuckled and shook his head. “I’ll set the table and do the clean-up. Promise.”  Thanks to your quirk, you could feel the general happiness practically radiate off the man as he walked beside you. You weren’t going to lie, you loved it. And loved him, but neither of you had said it yet. You could feel it from him, and you knew what you felt, so you hadn’t pushed the issue at all. Words were pretty useless to you anyway.

 Later on, you were mostly through with cooking, only finishing up the last touches. Toshinori had started to help, but had gotten a phone call while he set the table. You felt his happiness slowly seep into apprehension before he told you he had to get back to the school for something quickly and that he’d be back.

He hadn’t come back, and the plates had gotten cold with dinner before you gave up waiting. You had wrapped his plate and put it in the fridge. In the end, you had gone to bed, alone and a bit frustrated. When you had woken up, you were still alone but the kitchen was cleaned up and Toshinori was nowhere in the house. He did leave you a little note on the fridge in apology, and explaining classes were beginning earlier today so he would be gone before you woke. There was a little cheesy over exaggerated smile drawn hastily in the bottom corner that seemed to melt the aggravation away, replaced with a fondness for the humongous dork you called boyfriend.

However, the fondness soon reverted to aggravation when this happened at least four times a week. Every time you asked, Toshinori exclaimed that the kids were at it again, or he got caught up in traffic, or some other coincidental thing that happened to prevent him staying home or spending time with you.

You sighed as you put down your phone, having just gotten a quick text from him, saying he couldn’t be by to pick you up on your way home.

“Figures,” you mutter under your breath, twiddling the phone in your hand. At this point, you weren’t even surprised.

 “Let’s go see a movie tonight!” you told Toshinori, excited over the new comedy romance flick that had come out. Normally men would scoff at films like that, but Toshinori had agreed with a smile. That was back in the early stages of your relationship. You had soon found out that he was a totally hopeless romantic at heart. Another fact that you had adored about him.

 When the time came for the movie, you had been waiting outside the theater for about twenty minutes before you had given up and taken a cab home. Back to an empty house. Alone. He hadn’t even texted that time or called.

Several instances like that, little in singularity but they added to a long and annoying list of occurrences.

While sitting at your desk, you could hear the distant rumbling of some villain attack a few blocks over. Suddenly, the foundation of your building began trembling from the aftershocks of an explosion. Shrieks from some of your coworkers could be heard as everything on your desk was knocked off. There were also plenty of screams from outside in the panic of people trying to run away from the danger.

“Everyone out, quickly! We’ll be alright, just watch your step and get outside!” you shout, running outside your office. Panic and fear were nearly choking you, but it wasn’t just yours. Thankfully, your building was only two stories, so everyone made it out quickly and safely, just one person falling on the way out over some kick-knacks that had fallen. You used your quirk to help her from becoming unresponsive in her panic, getting her outside without further incident.

“Are you alright?” a cop asked, running over to you. There were several others that were herding people away from the couple of buildings that had collapsed.

“Yes, please get them somewhere safe,” you told the man before the ground shook once more. The building directly across the street collapsed after a small explosion, causing you and the cop to block your faces from the dust and debris that got sent flying. Stepping over some debris came a villain, laughing at the destruction.

“Run, go!” you tell the police officer. He hesitated only for a moment before taking the few others in your office away.

“Lookie, another Hero!” the villain clapped slowly. The villain was an older man, probably around his thirties or forties.

“What do you want?” you asked, trying to stall for time. He wasn’t close enough for you to use your quirk on him to calm him down and subdue him. You really hoped he didn’t have some crazy ass quirk that you had no hope for fighting against.

“Nice try, little Hero,” the man grinned before running at you, small knives in his hands. He didn’t seem to have any extra strengths from his quirk, neither speed nor strength, but he was still dangerous as he ran at you.

You make a mental note to thank the Pro Hero Gunhead for the lessons in self-defense over the years since he began seeing you. You made quick work of the villain, but before you could completely incapacitate him, another person grabbed you from behind and tossed you backwards.

Great, now there’s two of them, you think. He must’ve had a duplication quirk of some kind.

Facing two enemies was a bit more difficult, especially since you hadn’t had to truly fight someone in a long time. Sure, you were a Hero, but not at combat. You didn’t go leaping into danger unless you absolutely had to, knowing there were far more capable heroes out there that could fight.

Both of them came at you, wielding a blade a piece, the first one having shared with the second. You spend most of your time dodging the knife attacks, only getting cut a few times minorly. Twisting and pivoting, you keep it up for about two minutes. Eventually, you trip the two into each other, pushing your quirk to completely overtake their emotions to put them in a trance-like state. Not quite unconscious but definitely unresponsive.

You were definitely sending Gunhead a gift basket full of goodies.

“NEVER FEAR FOR I AM…Here?” All Might’s voice boomed and nearly echoed through the empty street as he leapt in and slid to where you were. His voice ended in a question when he saw you had taken the two villains down. You feel a strong rush of protectiveness and pride from the number one hero as he looked at you with his giant smile. “Well done! You’ve subdued the villain!”

“For now, but they’ll wake up soon,” you told him, feeling their muddied feelings through your quirk. “Is everyone else alright?”

“Everyone is safe and sound!” he proclaimed, giving you a big thumbs up. You feel a sudden rush of love from his emotions as he grins at you.

Love?

What?

Before you have time to think about it, the dull connection with the villain breaks as their bodies disintegrate into nothing, leaving clothes and a pile of ashes in their wake. It was while you took a step closer that you heard the beeping.

“Shit!” you gasp, turning on your heel and running towards All Might with a shout to run. Faster than you can register what happened, you realize you were in All Might’s arms and flying through the air while smoke trailed behind the two of you.

“Are you alright?!” All Might asked sharply, setting you down and looking over you. Slightly shaky, you nod. Your breathing was quicker, and your stomach felt nauseous from flying so suddenly but you were alive and in one piece thanks to the hero. It wasn’t until you tried to take a step back to get some air that you noticed one of your legs were burned from the calf down fairly bad, adrenaline and shock preventing you from feeling it.

All Might caught you before you fell, keeping you upright and steady as you found your balance on one good leg. You felt a sharp pang of regret and anguish from All Might as he kept one hand on your back. “I’m alright,” you tell him. “It’s just a burn.” It could have been way worse if not for him, anyway. Fumbling in your pocket, you pull out your phone to see the last text message Toshinori had sent you.

Toshinori!

“Pick up, pick up! You better be alright,” you mutter as you try to keep your balance on one leg. You feel a quick flash of surprise as All Might flinches slightly, but you didn’t have time to worry about it. “Toshinori Yagi, I swear we are going to have words when I see you next,” you grumble before trying one last time to call him. “Dammit.”

“Don’t worry,” All Might smiled, although it didn’t seem as bright as it was earlier. “No one was seriously hurt in the attacks. Just minor bruises and burns like yours.”

You purse your lips. “I hope he’s alright, he’s supposed to be at the school. He’s already going to panic when he sees my leg. Hey,” you look up at him, squinting in the light. “Is there any way you can get me to Recovery Girl really fast? Maybe she can heal it and it won’t look so bad, so he doesn’t freak out.”

A dull sadness shot through All Might’s overall relief and emotions that still felt suspiciously like love. You weren’t sure they were meant for you, so you tried to ignore his feelings. Maybe he was thinking about someone in his life… and you were keeping him from them even longer than necessary… Not to mention most people thought that your quirk was an invasion of privacy, even if sometimes you could just sense emotions without meaning too.

“Absolutely!” he agreed, smile a little brighter than before. “Hang on tight!”

Soon after, you were still being carried through the halls of U.A. despite telling the pro hero that you could walk perfectly fine, albeit not very fast. When All Might flung the door open to the nurse’s office, Recovery Girl turned quickly in surprise, most likely expecting an emergency. Instead, you gave a pitiful wave to your old friend and pointed to your burned leg.

“What happened?” she asked you, shooing All Might out of the way of the bed he set you down carefully on.

“Explosion from a bomb,” you tell her, wincing at the burnt skin. “It would’ve killed me had All Might not grabbed me. Thank you for that, by the way,” you tell All Might with a smile. He still smiled at you, though somehow he seemed sad.

“We’ll have to get rid of the dead skin first, then I should be able to heal you good as new. It was good you got to her so quickly,” Recovery Girl told the number one hero.

“Not fast enough,” All Might muttered under his breath so no could hear him.

Recovery Girl gave you another pat on the knee before leaving the room to get the necessary supplies and things she needed. “All Might, can I talk with you for a second? In the hall?”

“Oh, of course! It was nice to meet you,” All Might said to you, before following Recovery Girl out into the hall. You smile as he sent you a little wave as he shut the door. Then you laughed outright when he opened the door again almost immediately after. “I am sorry about your leg!” Recovery Girl’s hand shot out and pulled him away from the door before you could respond, so you got situated on the bed and waited for your friend to come back.

[charged-wanderlust]

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⚡do you write fanfic, fanart or create other fanart? do you have a favourite piece? why is it your favourite and what made you create it?

oooh that's tough. im immensely proud of a beautiful hurricane, the commissioned piece that's the longest lovestruck fic ive wrote to date and while i dont know if i like the pacing or included everything i wanted in it, i worked hard on it so im happy w how it turned out. that being said, i still think my number 1 favourite is lost at sea, a very short drabble i did for galen, because i was really feeling the emotions with that one and i liked how i used colourful words to describe those emotions prettily. it made me feel smth and that's how i know i did a good job.

winkwink if you wanna commission me ;))) i write good and im broke ;)))) doesnt have to be lovestruck ;)))))

🍪 are there any shorts that you'd love to see?

MOTHMAN AND ROSHNI PLEEEASE... ive been begging... it's been 84 years... itd also be fun to see a hazel x mc backstory flashback! this is v self indulgent but id love to see young mc helping hazel w her transition :(

⛵ would you want to romance your favourite side character?

i would romance like All of them hello. im bi and polyam bring it on baybeeeee ok but like my favourite side character Was galen but now that they have a route im not so sure who takes their spot lol. maybe mothman or jace or robin... i swear it's not just cause they're all nb HDJDHD BUT ID DATE THEM ALL. oh hazel and ruelle... id date them too.

💚 do you have an all-time favourite CG?

just one? you pain me. but the first one that comes to mind is the jd one with the blue and red fire when they both escape hell, i cant be bothered getting it up but u know the one. shit belongs in a museum. its gorgeous. but for horny reasons i have to mention the jett n mc in the dungeon one

🍌 is there any LI you think is overrated? why?

yall might hate me for this one. all of the gangsters in love lis. cant stand that series fr the way they all treat mc is just 🤢 i could never make it past more than one season. if i wanna be Real controversial ill say xenia. i enjoy her route a lot, it's fun, and shes an intriguing character, but she doesnt just Capture me the way other routes do and i feel like most of her appeal revolves around being hot, mysterious, and dominant w big tits. all which are fun traits, but idk. i dont think shes bad at all i just think that shes lowkey overrated cause literally like every wlw loved her as early as s1 when all she did was leave mc in the dark the whole time.