#poor guy can't catch a break in this fic. literally.

[spennsrs]

Hi! I noticed that your requests are open and that you are a Spencer simp (same!!) so I was wondering if I could request something with him? Anything really, I just think that the world needs more Spencer Agnew fics :))

TYPE OF WRITING: one sided pining drabble CONTENT CREATOR(S): spencer agnew of smosh SONG REC: my type by saint motel MARNIE'S NOTE: THE WORLD NEEDS MORE SPENCER !! i hope this satiates not only your need for more spence, but also my need lawl ... also spence is 100% besties to lovers type guy... also mayhaps part 2 in the future???

from: spenner 🐌 ' [y/n] ' ' [y/n] answer plz ' ' are u dead ' ' is this because i won at mario kart ' ' heeeeeeeeey ' ' im off work and im booooooored '

[y/n] lifts the pillow from their face, the constant buzzing of their phone making them frown. they pick the phone up, scrolling through the notifications. youtube... threads... x (you stick your tongue out... elon you bitch, twitter was fine)... a goofy smile tugs at their lips at the onslaught of texts from their best friend, spencer agnew, and as more came in.

from: spenner 🐌 ' my best friend, [y/n] [l/n] is dead!!1 ' ' haha get it ' ' family guy reference ' ' see [y/n] this is how much i need u in my life ' ' im making fucking family guy references '

they simply watch the three dots, signaling spencer was typing as more and more texts were sent by the curly haired man, shaking their head. finally, they decide it was enough torture for their poor friend, typing out a few texts. they giggle as the three dots disappear for a moment, only to reappear.

to: spenner 🐌 ' chill out you funion fuck ' ' im here ' ' unlike some people, some of us have lives while our best friend is at work '

this was a lie. they had (very shamelessly) not answered spencer in favor of catching up on their favorite tv show.

from: spenner 🐌 ' about damn time ' ' i was dying without you ' ' soooooo whats the plan can i come over or ' ' also funion fuck?????? '

to: spenner 🐌 ' so you can eat my food? ' ' ig you can :/ '

there was no response, and [y/n] had reason to believe spencer had either pulled a fast one and was now ignoring them, or was on his way. they opted to believe the latter.

they hurriedly get up to clean up what little mess there was, knowing spence really didn't care.

ㅤ ೀ ㅤ۫ ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ㅤ ♡ ㅤ

spencer arrived at [y/n]'s apartment, sticking the key into the door and unlocking it. he got an odd thought as he stepped into the apartment, his mind wandering into what if territory. it was dangerous, sure... but it was hard when he had developed this huge, heart wrenching, heavy crush on his best friend.

he shakes his head when a voice calls out. "spencer? that you?" he chuckles at [y/n]'s voice, they knew the answer. but he decided to tease them.

"spencer who? it's a robber, announcing my break in. here i come!" he can't help but cackle as his best friend's head comes into view, frowning deeply. "yeah, yeah, it's me. literally the only other person that has a key to your apartment, dumbass."

"not true! angela and amanda have a key!"

a pang stung in his heart, but he shrugged it off. they were [y/n]'s friends, spence, chill. he was not about to be jealous over coworkers.

he makes his way to where [y/n] was, in their room with a sigh. he flops onto their bed dramatically, much to [y/n]'s amusement. they pat his leg before sitting back at their laptop, scrolling through their email. a comfortable quiet falls over the two, the only real noise coming from the soft clicking of keys from the laptop.

spencer turns his head to gaze at his friend- or, the back of them... not that he cared. this had become a common thing, him coming over to just.. decompress from work. he loved his position at smosh, but [y/n] was really his rock. they had been a constant in his life, keeping him grounded. he owed a lot to them... but he guessed it wouldn't be long before the whole crush thing began. how could he not? they were such a genuine and loving person, they accepted spencer for all his weirdness and even parroted it back to him. with [y/n], he could be himself, his true authentic self. not a facade he had to put on in front of a camera, not the one he had with other friends, he was himself with [y/n].

he slowly smiles as they turn their head to check on spencer, a soft pink painting itself on their cheeks.

"stop staring, weirdo. not a good look." "can i not stare at my amazingly gorgeous best friend?"

next thing he knew, spencer was laughing as a pen was chucked in his direction, sitting up.

one day, he would spill it all to [y/n]. but for now... this dynamic was good enough for him.

[niki-phoria]

HELLOO AHH sorry I'm so excited about this request. Niki x Male reader and you know how Niki is the youngest one in the Enyphen group? It would be so cute if Niki had a small-Big crush on m/reader and the group teases him about it. Also, M/R is part of a group ( can't think of any names for his group:() Niki’s members push him to ask out and talk to m/r but goes absolutely downhill, but m/r already knows and teases him by the end. Again hope this wasn't to long lol🤞🏽

Have a great rest of your day and remember drink plenty of water and rest!!!🧸

i hate how tumblr like shrinks gifs but i am obsessed with his highlights so i'm choosing to just ignore it bc LOOK AT HIM HE'S SO OIENKSNFLKS

pairing: niki x idol!male!reader (he/him pronouns) genre: fluff word count: 1.9k

includes: supportive but teasing enha, niki cannot catch a break, he blushes the entire fic lmao, mention of txt's kai bc i love him, mainly set in niki's pov

a/n: thank you so much for requesting !! this idea is adorable, i love it sm. i also couldn't think of a group name so reader is implied to be a soloist (but you could read this with a group in mind) i hope you like it <;33 also i am desperate for more txt requests pls

additional note: i intentionally set this up for a part 02 bc i am obsessed with this idea someone pls request it and give me the motivation to actually write it (i was thinking of relationship milestones, so first date, first kiss, first i love you, meeting the rest of enha, etc)

PART 01 / PART 02

requests open !! read my rules first

l/n y/n. since his bestselling debut only one year ago, everybody knew his name - including enhypen’s own nishimura riki. 

he doesn’t notice the smirk on sunghoon’s face as he watches your showcase. you effortlessly glide across the stage as you continue your routine. from his position backstage he was able to charm his way into having your raw vocals played clearly over the metronome for him to hear. 

your stage finishes all too quickly. though niki may be biased, he would listen to your voice for the rest of the night, even as the hours continue on and the stars give way to the sun - everyone else be damned.

there’s a glint of sweat on your jawline as you pant. the cameraman stalling in front of your face signals the end of your performance. the shot lingers for a few seconds before the broadcast cuts away to an ad break. the cameras stay rolling on the monitor backstage, letting niki watch as you smile, patting one of your dancer’s on the shoulder before rushing off stage. 

he’s broken out of his trance by jay placing his hand on his shoulder. he jumps, face flushing as he notices he’s been in public - in front of his members - this entire time and not in the safety of hiding underneath his blankets when he usually admires you and your stages. 

“enjoying the show?” jay asks. 

“he has literal heart eyes,” sunghoon laughs. 

“i have to admit, y/n is an incredible performer,” sunoo comments. niki swats his hyungs away, face still burning as he walks over to sit next to the other boy. 

“at least someone here agrees with me,” he mumbles. 

jungwon chuckles under his breath, reaching across the couch to pat his knee. “we might run into him later. you should talk to him.” 

“you want him to talk to y/n?” jake leans over the edge behind sunoo. “he can’t even look at the guy without blushing!” 

“especially not if you keep teasing him for it.” heeseung looks up from over his phone. “y/n’s a nice guy. he’s close with kai. i’ve only heard good things.” 

“i agree with heeseung-hyung,” niki sighs, leaning back against the couch. 

“you know we’re just teasing,” jake says, reaching over to pat his back. “we want the best for you. besides, you never know what could happen.” 

niki rolls his eyes, turning away in a poor attempt to hide the still-growing blush spreading across his face. though he’s sure the others notice it they don’t say anything, giving him a short reprieve from their incessant teasing since the first time he saw you.

with their attention elsewhere, niki’s thoughts wander. he knows so much about you - at least about what you’ve told the public. he could list your favorite movies and coffee order by heart. he knows the lyrics to each of your songs, fanchants included. he knows about each “imperfection” on your face, your favorite color to dye your hair, the childhood scars on your knees and elbows. 

even with his everlasting knowledge about you, niki still doesn’t know if you’re aware of him. if you know his name or would recognize his face. would he fade into the crowd, just another idol you bowed to at an award show? what if he asked for your number? would you say no? even if you did say yes, what if you don’t click as friends? 

but… what if you do? what if it leads to something more? what if-

his stream of consciousness is cut off by jungwon patting his shoulder. “hey, we’re being called to sit down in the audience.” 

niki nods, following behind the rest of the group to their seats. he settles between heeseung and jay as they prepare for a long night of sitting perfectly still surrounded by a million cameras on all sides. at least he wasn't being filmed when he blushed through your entire performance.

finally, after what feels like hours of waiting, the award show ends. people drift around, rushing through various different hallways and dressing rooms around him. 

niki wanders through the building, searching for enhypen's dressing room. in hindsight, trying to find the bathroom alone during an award show filled with hundreds of different people probably wasn’t the best idea.

he gasps as his shoulder hits someone, arm reaching around to grab their waist before you both tumble to the ground together. you wince as you hit the unforgiving floor below. niki hovers over you, wide eyes staring into your own. “y/n?” he scrambles to his feet, holding out a hand for you. “i’m so sorry, i didn’t see you there.” 

“it’s okay, it was also my fault.” you chuckle. “niki, right?” 

“i- yeah.” 

“i’ve seen you perform a few times, your dancing is incredible! and i love your voice.” niki’s blush deepens as he nervously laughs. 

“thank you. um, i hope this isn’t too weird, but i was hoping… i could get your number? you know, so we can be friends? if you want to, i mean-” 

“of course you can.” niki pulls his phone out of his pocket, quickly unlocking it before handing it over to you. you're nonchalant as you lean back against the wall, typing a special string of numbers into the device. “you know, honestly, i was hoping you were gonna ask me out on a date.” 

niki freezes, looking up at you. “really?” 

you nod. “i like you. i have for a while. i was hoping i could take you out sometime. there’s a cat cafe nearby that i go to on my day off, if you’re up for it.” 

“yeah!" niki pauses. he feels like he's on fire, though he's not sure how much of that is because of you or because he just embarrassed himself in a busy hallway. "yeah, that… that sounds great." his voice drops, nearly to a whisper you finish typing,. he takes his phone back, albeit with shakier hands. "i’ve really liked you for a while now too.” 

you smile brightly at him. he can feel his ears burning. he’s grateful when you don’t say anything about it. “does tomorrow work for you? we can meet at the cafe.” 

“tomorrow works perfectly.” 

you step a little closer to niki. now he can see you in more detail. how the small black eyeliner and light brown makeup around your eyes accentuates your features. how the corners of your pink-tinted lips remain quirked upwards in a small smile. how alluring your eyes are as he looks into them. 

you lean in to press a quick kiss against his cheek before pulling away. wide brown eyes blink back at you. niki can hear someone calling for you from down the hallway, cutting the moment short. “i’ll see you tomorrow!” you call, rushing over to a man who he presumes is your manager. 

niki remains where he’s standing for a few seconds, processing everything. in the span of a few minutes he had met you, gotten your number, and been kissed by you.

he shoves his phone back into his pocket, smiling to himself as he finally makes his way back to enhypen’s dressing room. his hyungs are spread throughout the room, patiently awaiting for their car to be prepared so they can head back to their dorm. 

“what’s with the blush?” jay asks, looking up at him from his position on the couch. 

“did you see him again, loverboy?” sunghoon teases. 

“he kissed me.” 

heeseung’s head almost whips in his direction, staring at him. “what? when?” 

“i ran into him in the hallway and he asked me out. and then he kissed my cheek.” 

jay smiles, patting his back. “that’s my boy!” 

“congratulations,” jungwon smiles. 

niki nods, still giddy from the kiss. “thank you.” 

“if he’s this flustered from a cheek kiss imagine how he’ll be when y/n kisses him for real,” sunghoon chuckles. 

“lay off of him for a while,” jake nudges the other boy. “he just scored a date! at least let him be excited.” 

“i’m just saying,” sunghoon defends, reaching forwards to ruffle niki’s hair. he flinches, whining as he pushes sunghoon’s hand away. “in all seriousness, we’re proud of you. i hope the date goes well.” 

niki smiles. “i hope so too.” 

it's nearly midnight by the time they finally arrive back at their dorm. niki sighs, finally back in the comfort of his bed. he leans back against the sheets, the tension in his body relaxing slightly.

his phone vibrating on the table next to him pulls him out of his tired haze. slightly irritated, he rolls onto his side to grab the device. what could be so important that he needs to be contacted at this hour?

his annoyance immediately fades as he turns his phone on. there are two messages from an unknown number.

unknown

hey it's y/n :)

i know it's late, so i'm hoping you'll see this before you fall asleep

does 10:00 tomorrow work for you?

niki sits up, clutching his phone in his hand. he stares at the screen before it turns black from inactivity. excitement courses through him as he switches it back on, quickly typing out a message of his own.

you

10:00 works perfectly!

your response comes immediately in the form of a typing speech bubble. niki watches it intently until another message sends through.

unknown

great :))

i'm really looking forward to seeing you

he types out his reply quickly, sending it before he has time to overthink anything.

you

i'm looking forward to seeing you too <3

niki can feel his phone vibrating against his blankets. another text from you. he bites his lip, internally bracing himself for your reply. even though you asked him out first, he wonders if he's moving too quickly. like you'll suddenly come to your senses any minute and realize you could do so much better than him.

unknown

my manager will yell at me if i stay up any longer lol

goodnight niki <3

relief replaces the previous dread almost immediately. he lets out a small sigh before typing out another reply.

you

goodnight y/n <3

with the security that he has a date scheduled with his crush for the next day, niki rolls onto his side, still holding his phone in his hands. your conversation was short, but he finds himself replaying each moment of the interaction in his head.

his mind drifts back to when he literally ran into you backstage. you look so handsome in person. so much prettier than he ever imagined. your voice is different, too. it drips with honey, luring him in like a siren. niki knows so much about you, but he yearns to know more.

he plugs his phone in to charge, setting an alarm to make sure he doesn't sleep in too late before finally drifting off to sleep with a small smile on his lips.

[perexcri]

Stancy is Officially out as my fav poly Jancy ship,😌 esp after this new fic of yours, which made me wiggle around like a delighted little sea slug.

Honestly, Nancy deserves to smoke some weed and admire her bf with Argyle. When’s the last time she’s gotten a break like this tbh?? Ever??

Jonathan Byers, simp extraordinaire for his gf and bf(f). (This fantastic dynamic feels a little bit like how I feel Merlin/Arthur/Gwen would have been if bbc hadn’t been Cowards(tm).) also…\o/ shotgunning shotgunning shotgunning sho—

Also, the undercurrent of Ow in regards to Jonathan’s Extreme amount of trauma? you somehow managed to thread a bit of Pain into this lovely interaction. (“He’s sick of being domestic–he just wants to be a teenager!” & “I’m fine,” he lies, and it’s an easy one to roll off of his tongue. He’d been doing it all his life.” &!!!! V much!!!!! “Secondary parent, half-mother and half-father, always up in the morning to make breakfast for his little brother, and always relegated to haunting the back of classrooms and the edges of hallways–the creep and the weirdo.” Crying screaming on the floor eating my phone bye). (Also also Jon doubting that Will needs him anymore, nonoo oh dear no he does need u I promise. Crying yelling throwing up curling into a ball. He’s always gonna need his big bro and Jon doubting that is sending off death flags which are oh dear 😭)

Argyle is just. Such a good, kind guy, and good for Jon and Nancy. Like a soothing lotion/sun screen on the burn that is their horrific lives.

“Jonathan and Nancy both stare at Argyle’s mouth, watch it catch against the joint.” 🤭hohoho honestly making me ship Both of them equally w Argyle,

“My fair little Wheeler” orz on the floor bye

If there is not at least One (1) interaction between the three of them in s5 that is even a quarter as good as this one, honestly I’m throwing tomatoes at the Duffers’ houses.

Anyway, lovely wonderful fic!! Hope you are having a good week and thank you for improving mine🥰

VEEEEE i'm glad you liked the Jarncy fic hehehe. i know it's not my typical wheelhouse, but it was so fun to write, so it's nice to hear you enjoyed it!! :D tbh the biggest compliment i was hoping for from this fic was hearing at least one person say they ship it a little more than Stoncy after reading it, so you have fulfilled my wish 😌 (no hate to Stoncy ofc lol)

LITERALLY let Nancy Wheeler smoke weed. or just something - she's going through it just as much as anybody else, and i think she deserves a chance to relax 😩

and you're so right about Merlin and you should say it louder

yeah we can't have anything nice around here without a little pain right :) idk Jonathan is a very personal character for me because i grew up as the eldest in a single-mother household, so there's a lot about his position in life that i relate to too much, hence the angst bleeding over a little into this fic. maybe someday i'll post that other Jonathan one shot i wrote! it's got plenty more of some of the stuff discussed in this one 🙃

and yeah him and Will :') listen the most surprising thing about this fic for me was realizing that, in this scenario, Jonathan would actually be in a very similar position as Mike. furthermore, I think Jonathan struggles with being needed like Mike, too. i think Mike's is more wanting to be needed and getting sidelined while Jonathan's is more having been needed for so much of his life that he doesn't know what his life would look like without being needed. and that definitely showed here :') my poor dude i want to give him a hug

...but that's what Argyle's for, right? GAH i thought the same thing that you said!! i think there's something appealing about having Jonathan and Nancy, who are both really tightly-wound and damaged by The Horrors, buddying up with Argyle, who's pretty mellow and chill (as long as he doesn't like, you know, have to bury a guy in the desert lol). i thought his character would be a good contrast for both of them, and i'm glad that came across :D

Vee i am once again saying that i am so glad you liked this fic :] i knew it was gonna be a kinda niche thing and wasn't sure how it would go over, but tbh, just hearing that you liked it makes me smile :] also this one really challenged me just for its subject matter and working with different characters, so it ended up being personally rewarding? listen i know people really liked irresistible, but it didn't particularly challenge me in any way and subsequently i didn't end up liking it as much as some of my other fics,,,like it was fun and all, but i didn't feel really connected to it. this one, though, made me feel a lot better!! it was fun to try something new and challenge myself!!

i'm definitely gonna be writing more byler next tho lol. i promise i've got stuff i'm working on. i just gotta get my shrimp brain organized 🍤

this has gotten so long :') anyway Vee it is always lovely to hear from you, so honestly, thank you for improving my week :] i hope the rest of your week goes well!! 💜

(also i'm still staring at your aftry art btw 💐💐💐)

[mikecrewsteacup]

hi i have . obsessively read and reread your who howls my name story and. holy shit it is So. hes such a survivor he's such a fucking survivor i love him. jon you idiot you can't just Assume Things you have to tell him he can eat while you're not there! how has this man not noticed that gerry has literally not taken anything while he's gone!! i want to give gerry a weighted blanket and a hidey-hole that no one can find him in and something soft and nice to hold. a stuffed animal or something. he deserves the comfort. also every new piece of worldbuilding you drop in there is like, holy fuck, this is so fucked up. "there's no way to brace for the kind of pain the page brings" and the casual way it's mentioned what the fuck! poor gerry i want to give him a hug even though i Know (emphasis, lol, not eye) that he wouldn't react well to it. poor guy. he's trying so damn hard to survive this, the best that he can, and i am just . sitting here facepalming at jon make it easier on the guy at least

Hello there anon, this was such a delight to see this morning!! I'm so glad you're enjoying Howl :D and yes Gerry is SUCH a survivor. He's smart and pragmatic and I adore him and how brave he is so, so much - in canon his entire arc just breaks my heart, and I wanted to keep the resonance of that in this fic while still giving him the happy ending he didn't get in canon. LOL Gerry could really use a stuffed animal and a small dark place to curl up (just maybe not a bed; maybe a blanket nest on the floor for now? with lots of pillows?). 

This entire message is adorable and I appreciate you sending it so much, I love seeing love for Gerry and frustration at Jon LOL I PROMISE THINGS GET BETTER... Actually two biggish glaring issues will be addressed in chapter 4, even, because even Jon has limits on how much he's capable of not catching on. :') 

'also every new piece of worldbuilding you drop in there is like, holy fuck, this is so fucked up.' THANK YOU THAT IS MY GOAL. Sometimes I write whump in painful agonizing detail but sometimes I like writing whump the way suspenseful horror is written — just lots of hints like you're shining a flashlight into a dark room and getting glimpses, but never the full picture at once. Ehe. 

(Will it make you feel better if I promise that hugs will, eventually, happen....)

[sobsicles]

sobs whatever you're cooking....i'm scared

here, have an excerpt, because it's funny:

Maybe if Dean just—got on top of it, it'd be fine. Just head it off before Sam can say or do anything. Just say hey, listen, Cas says I'm severely lacking in heterosexuality, and maybe he's right, but I really don't wanna talk about it ever, so can we leave it at that and can you be normal about it? Or hey, remember when I always used to say I don't swing that way? Well, it turns out I tossed the whole bat aside and Cas caught it. Or, hey, we're all whores, aren't we, deep down? Yeah, well, turns out I'm a whore for Cas. And maybe dudes are hot sometimes, whatever.

Dean snorts out loud at that one. So, okay, maybe dudes are, but he'd never tell Sam that.

"What's funny?" Sam asks, not looking up from his phone.

"I almost told you I think dudes are hot," Dean replies, snorting again, then he freezes.

Oh, come on.

[deartouya]

“ starry skies ” [ touya todoroki ]

→ summary: a little star-gazing date with dabi because i haven't written enough fluffy fics for him. also, happy valentine's literally at the very end of the day!

→ pairing: dabi x gn!reader

→ word count: 754

→ warnings: gn!reader, kinda ooc dabi, mentions of marriage, just fluff, inspired by @ghostbeam 's post about dabi and his star knowledge and the fact that i've wanted to go stargazing with someone forever.

THE CRISPNESS OF THE NIGHT SETTLES OVER YOUR SHOULDERS. You're not really sure where to are, to be honest, but you suppose that doesn't really matter- Dabi does.

He'd been the one to plan this. Barging into your apartment through the fire escape, even though he had a key, with a wicker basket dangling from his pointer finger, filled with food that looked suspiciously like it'd came from your cabinets. You also knew the blanket he had draped over his arm had been one he's knicked the last time he was there.

"Mhm, what do you need from me?"

Dabi heaves an offended sigh, head bowing and clutching at his heart, "you wound me. Can't a guy just celebrate a stupid commercial holiday in peace?"

Your eyes narrow in suspicion- arms coming to cross over your chest. He's never shown interest in the holiday in all the years you've known him- bringing home one of those cliche chocolate filled hearts, which he usually ate most of, or some drug store flowers. Your curiosity is peaked, "what did you have in mind?"

His gaze snaps back to yours, languid smirk pulling back at his lips and in a low and conspiratorial voice, whispers, "it's a secret."

Your suspicion worsens, "I don't know how I feel about that."

"It's like you don't trust me, doll," you can tell it takes effort to force the upturn of his lips into a frown.

"Fine."

"Your chariot awaits."

"By chariot do mean 'stolen motorcycle'?"

Dabi huffs again, "just can't catch a break with you- yes, but that sounds less impressive- now, will you give me your hand."

You relent, letting him pull you into his side- nose running the length of your neck, "better be a good fuckin' date."

It is, a good date- that is. You've driven so far outside of the city- sky clear and bright and filled with stars and his, your, blanket is soft beneath your back.

You sit with your back pressed into the trunk of a tree, limbs bare with the weight of the cold, cradling dabi's head in your lap. The food he'd brought was from your pantry, you'd recognized the little packets of pretzels from two weeks ago.

Dabi's not really paying too much attention to them, though, letting you feed him absentmindedly- wiping the crumbs off his lips. He's watching the sky, harsh blue softened with the reflection of stars. You love when he gets like this, tender, pupils plump and the slope of his shoulders low.

"Lacerta," you barely recognize what he says as a word, to busy staring, but the sound of your voice has you snapping to attention. "Lizard- I've always liked them, like the idea of renewal- gettin' to start all over."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, doesn't have a meaning either- the constellation, I mean- just got discovered by some old polish dude who liked lizards." He smiles up at you when you snort, the same shining adoration as before.

He's quiet for a moment, staring back at the sky and you occupy yourself with combing through his hair- twirling locks of it around your index finger.

"What do you think about gettin' married?"

You nearly choke on your spit, eyes wide when they find his own, "What- what do you mean? Are you feeling okay?"

He sighs, finding the sky once more, shoulders twitching in what you think is supposed to be a shrug, "what do you think? 'Cause I want to marry you."

"What, did you get sucked into a "consumerists" holiday? Start messing with your head, huh?" The tease is a coverup, a very poor one with your shaky breath, for the overwhelming amount of affection which has started eating away at you.

"Nah, just been thinking about it for a while."

For a while. It takes effort to swallow your words, hands nervously picking up their previous spinning, "guess you'll have to go ring shopping, then."

Dabi stills for a moment, watching, waiting, before he pushes himself up onto his elbows. A movement that would look casual if it wasn't for the unrestrained brightness on his face, "really?"

"Really."

His lips find yours before you can add anything, hands cupping your jaw and thumb pressing at your ear. You can feel the smirk on his lips, even before he pulls away, "hope you like sapphires then." You can't imagine he could bring you anything you wouldn't like, pulling you into him, body curving over you and fingers pressing into the grooves of your hips.

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🏷: @izukus-gf , @tipsyangels , @dinodumbass , @uwuthatshit , @akaakeijii ,

[wonwoonlight]

I have been loving all these other anon ask and PPL pretending to be wonwoo

Khione you literally have everyone hooked on myty and you have made everyones switch lanes to wonwoo and the ogs who remember ceo kim mingyu are also here and there

I love the anon who ships oc with scoups because the way you wrote him

It's team scoups wonwoo soonyoung now 😂😂😂

I hope we get a CEO seungchol fic soon too

Your writing is phenomenal and these frequent updates and these little insights on the whole fic is just heart warming and an amazing adventure

The way everyone is shook w the cliffhanger and so hooked on to the story is just beautiful and your interactions with each ask if just so fun to witness

I am so glad I have found your page because not only your series but also your one shots are as amazing and just wow

PS I feel sorry for the oc that's she's so dense and i blame her parents too but like poor wonwoo man can't catch a break in last few chapters

I have too😭😭 yes pls ceo!kim mingyu who??? ((Just kidding he's probably somewhere organizing his wedding w daisy)) and cheol is just too charming for his own good😔😔

Ahh, thank you for liking these updates🤍 it's always a pleasure to talk about my works and the characters in it tbh and it's quite something to know ppl are curious to that extend hehe

I'm glad you found my page too and that you're having fun here! On another note, yes, poor guy having his heart all over the place the last few chapters 😭😭😭 perhaps i was too cruel on him also🥲🥲

[yourescared-howadorable]

I’ll Be Watching You

Stalker!Mark x Reader

Warnings: stalking, possessive and obsessive behavior.

Literally an excuse to make a preview for this upcoming fic. The lyrics will be in red. Tell me if I should do this for the other ones if this turns out okay?

Every breath you take.

Mark watched you from his seat, always making sure to sit further away from you. His hand leaned on his hand, not caring about the lesson on the board as he watched you intently take down the notes.

Every move you make

Your (h/c) hair was pushed behind your ear, getting it out of your way and showing Mark the perfect angle of your beautiful face.

The bell rung as you finished the notes, closing your notebook and putting your pencil in your hoodie pocket while picking up the notebook. You hand pulled out your phone, checking it.

Every bond you break

“(Y/n), how come you stop talking to me? I keep hearing people saying that you’re saying shit behind my back?” Mark looked up, his eyes narrowing at seeing the blond glaring at his angel.

You pulled out an earbud, looking up from picking out your music. “Are these people real? Or are you trying to start something? Just like how you told Lauren that you thought you were pregnant before complaining that people were coming up to you and asking if you were; even though no one ever did?”

“How dare you? I thought we were friends!!”

“I did too Khaja. Until I realized that you were just wanting to cause drama and pull the attention on you.” You sighed, putting up your phone as you knew you weren’t going to play on it soon. “Are you serious right now (y/n)?”

“What? I’m just saying the truth. You lie to make sure that you have the attention. You lie about sob stories to make sure people pity you. I’ve seen you thrown a tantrum because someone wouldn’t look at you.”

“You’re lying!”

“I’m not. Nor would I waste my time talking bad about you behind your back. Because I could just say it to your face.” You saw her face redden with anger, but it didn’t worry you. You shrugged it off and walked past her; leaving her behind.

(Based on a true person... All this is actually true and my secret way of venting of this... Sorry about that😫)

Every step you take

Mark watched you from his seat in the cafeteria, watching you sit down by your friends. His eyes softened at seeing your sparkling eyes and turned to mush when he saw you laughing.

That beautiful laugh... He wanted to be the reason that he was making you laugh, to show him that beautiful smile.

I'll be watching you.

Click. He lowered the camera, looking at the picture he took. You were walking back to your house, Mark silently falling along.

Mark always made sure that you got home safe. You never noticed him because of your earbuds in. But he loved to hearing you singing on the way home, it was the highlight of this whole walk.

Click. He got a picture of you as you were standing by the street to cross. Your hands were dug into the pockets, your hair pulled back. Your hands pulled out your phone, changing the song and then looking up to check the road before crossing.

Every single day

Day after day, Mark’s time was devoted to you and only you. Every hour of his life, he made sure your life was perfect.

He took care of Khaja, makes sure no one ever tries to rob your house, makes sure that you get good grades if you ever having an off day. He knows blackmail against all teachers.

He makes the universe perfect for his angel. Everything must be perfect for you.

Every word you say

Mark leaned against the wall, the shadows of the auditorium hiding him. He took pictures as you were practicing a song you would need to sing for a concert.

Your beautiful, angelic voice. He’s phone was recording in his pocket so he could listen to your voice as he falls asleep.

Every game you play

“I got it!” You called out, hands clasping together before bumping the volleyball into the air. Your teammate jumped up, slapping the ball over the net.

Three opponents went for the ball, then freezing at seeing the other one running for the ball. Their frozen state is what allowed the ball to hit the ball and score your team a point.

Mark was sitting in the bleachers, taking pictures of the game. The crowd was cheering for your team, your school being put in the lead.

“Come on (y/n)!” A male called out, cheering you on and making you smile in response. Mark gave the man a dark glare, his hand tightening on his camera in response.

I will make him pay for trying to get in the way of our love

Every night you stay

Mark lowered the lock picking set and pushed it in his pocket, looking around the house. His eyes widened with happiness and he walked through the house, easily finding your room and quietly pushing open the door.

You were sleeping on the bed, the covers pulled up to below your chest. You were laying in a loose, comfortable sports bra. Your (h/c) hair was sprawled under your head, making a small halo as your eyes were shut. Your rosy lips were parted, letting off soft breaths.

I'll be watching you.

He sat besides your bed, putting his hand on your cheek and brushing the stray hairs away. His heart melted at seeing you peacefully sleeping, not a care in the world.

So beautiful...

Click.

Oh can't you see?

Mark watched you walk past him, keeping to yourself. A couple of your friends waved at you, getting a timid nod in response.

You always liked getting to your class much as possible, not wanting to get stuck in the crowd. Mark also easily followed you, making sure you got to your class without anyone disrupting you.

You belong to me

“I think you’re really pretty.” Mark’s eyes narrowed as he almost broke his pencil in his hand. You looked at guy before awkwardly looking the side, unsure of how to take to compliment.

You were never used to this. Hearing any compliment always stunned you as you doubted yourself, never ventured out to get attention.

“Oh... Uh... Thanks?” You responded back in a high pitched voice, almost uncomfortable. Mark smirked, knowing who he would have to take care of. “Would you like to go see a movie sometime?”

“Oh... Uh...” You fiddled with the earbuds and said, “Well, between practices and everything. I might be busy. I’ll see what I can do.”

You gathered your notebook, making your way out of the classroom quickly to get to your next class while Mark was glaring at the guy.

How my poor heart aches with every step you take.

Mark watched you walk past him again, sighing softly. He wanted to hold your hand, show everyone who you belonged to, that you are his. Only his.

But you don’t know him. Yet.

Every move you make

“This way.” The group was lead through the musical hall. Mark smiled at the way your eyes lit up.

Click.

There was a group taking a trip to go watch a musical. As soon as Mark saw you sign up, he was next. He wouldn’t leave you alone.

Nor would he give up a chance to see you this excited. He loved the way you react to see everything.

Your eyes looked everything backstage, awing and seeing the costumes. Gently, your hand ran over the fabric of a dress.

Beautiful. Mark thought, taking a picture. One of the staff walked up to Mark while holding his wrist. “No pictures backstage.”

“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t take any pictures of this filth. It’s not worthy.” Mark growled, giving the staff a sharp glare for even having the thought to touch him.

Every vow you break

“Why haven’t you even felt bad for Khaja’s death?” You heard a voice besides you asked in homeroom. Lazily, you looked over as you were tired from the lake of sleep. “What?”

“Khaja’s death. You haven’t even cried or sad about it!”

“What’s there to be sad about a lying bitch?” You asked, shrugging your shoulders. “Even in death she holds the attention she craved for, I bet she’s gleaming in joy.”

“Heartless bitch.” Your chest stung as you watched the student marched off, but you didn’t have the energy to care. It was horrible that you felt like this, but you were really tired of her.

Your head dropped on your arms as you closed your eyes, falling into a short nap till homeroom ended.

Mark watched the student walk away, his blood boiling. How dare they call his precious angel a heartless bitch? He’ll make sure they pay the same price that Khaja did.

Every smile you fake

“How’s volleyball?” You looked up from your plate, seeing your father looking at you. “Oh... It’s going great.”

“Just great?” He raised an eyebrow. You nodded solemnly. “They want me to become captain.”

“Do it.”

“Yes father.” You said with a smile, feeling a pressure weighing in your chest. Volleyball was fun, but it’s not what you wanted to do.

Click.

Mark frowned as he looked at the recent picture, noticing the dull look in your eyes. This is your father’s fault. He’s taking away your beauty, he’s tainting you...

Yes, he’ll make sure to get rid of your father.

Every claim you stake

“(Y/n), did you really lie to get out of here?” Mark leaned on the wall, watching you run around in your dress. He loved that dress on you, but he hated how others had to see you wear it.

“Yes. I’m late. Where are my shoes??” You freaked out, seeing the scolding look from your teacher. Mark glared at her, letting her catch him in the mirror. He gave her a mocking look and her face paled, allowing you some slack.

You were relieved and someone handed you your shoes. “Let’s go! On the stage!”

One of the helpers called out. You made a small eep and hopped on one foot while putting on your shoes, running out.

“Why are you here?” The teacher asked Mark once the room was empty. Mark leaned off of the wall and toyed with his camera. “My baby is here. Why wouldn’t I be here to support her?”

“(Y- y/n)?” He smirked. Her eyes widened and he gave her a dark look. “Say something to her about this and I’ll make sure you’re fired within a day with never getting hired by another school again. Don’t forget, they don’t like druggies.”

He left the teacher alone, going out to watch you perform beautifully.

I'll be watching you.

“(Y/n)!” You turned your hair as you shouldered your bag, looking back at the guy running up to you. “Yes?”

You were already getting uncomfortable by this stranger coming up to you. “I finally found you!”

“I’m sorry?”

“Oh sorry, my name’s Jimin. We’ll be working on a partner dance for a competition.” He smiled, making you feel more at ease at seeing his comforting nature. “Really?”

“Yep! Do you have a study hall? I think we should get practicing as quickly as we can.” Mark’s grip tightened on his camera as he felt his blood boil. No... He was no going to allow that.

Every breath you take

“You’re so good!” Jimin complimented you as you finished part of the solo that you managed to learn. You smiled, breathing heavy. “Thanks. Let’s see what you learned.”

Mark was getting more and more annoyed. This stupid Jimin. He couldn’t get rid of him. Every time he tried, he survived.

This was really starting to piss him off.

Every move you make

“Come on ladies. Let’s go!” You jogged around the court, Mark sitting in the bleachers. He was pretending to do homework but was really watching you.

You were finally away from Jimin. Finally. That stupid boy wasn’t dampening your beauty, wasn’t tainting you. There were pictures he had to take to make up for the ones he didn’t take because Jimin would be in them.

Every bond you break

“I said I was fine!” You snapped, slamming your hands on the table. Some of the students stepped back from your outburst. While you were breathing heavy, you sat back down with pulling your hood above your head.

You didn’t want to talk to anyone. Not after what happened. “We were just checking on you (y/n).”

“Don’t bother.” You mumbled, laying your head on your arms. Your father was murdered and you weren’t having the best time dealing with it.

It almost made Mark feel bad. Almost. He remembered what that man did. He deserved to die.

Every step you take

Click.

You walked down the street, keeping your earbuds in as you just walked. You didn’t have anyone waiting at home. So you were trying to clear your head.

Mark was making sure no one bothered you. While you were being the perfect muse for him.

Every bond you break

“Don’t worry princess, you’ll be safe soon. I won’t keep making you wait.” Mark whispered as he was sitting besides your bed. You were sleeping peacefully, unaware of the stalker besides you.

“Life has been too cruel to a beautiful flower for you too long. I’ll rescue you from this hell.”

Every step you take

“Sorry.” You bowed your head as you bumped into Mark. Your notebook and his binders fell from his hands. You kneeled down, picking them up as he was helping you. “No, it was my fault.”

“No. I should have noticed where I was going.” You argued and Mark thought it was adorable. Then his almost growled in annoyance when he heard Jimin’s voice, “There you are (y/n)! Come on, we got practice.”

Jimin helped you up, giving a sharp look to Mark. Mark glared back. You were unaware of the two’s hostile demeanor, both disappearing when you looked up. “See you around...”

“Oh, I’m Mark.”

“(Y/n).” You introduced yourself before Jimin dragged you off. Mark watched you go, looking back at his camera. He picked it off from the ground, glad it wasn’t damaged before looking at the pictures filled with you.

I'll be watching you.

[pleasesavetanaka]

I feel so sad for Tanaka, poor guy just can't catch a break. I'll cry if anyone ever tortures him again :(( But new chapters is really grear, I definetetly didn't expect this, it's a shame anime doesn't follow the same storyline, i'd love to see this. Btw, have you ever thought about writing Ajin crossover fics?

Basically the same on the chapter... god, 51 was so sad. :(

I’ve actually written several crossover fics! I tend to cross it over with things I am currently enjoying who I think might have a fun dynamic.

Some crossovers:

Hanged Man, Persona 5 Crossover, Explicit (Smut), Ajin and Persona take place in the same universe and Tanaka runs into Iwai

A Peaceful Future, Monster Crossover, Teen Rating, Experiments like in Ajin take place in the world of Monster and Grimmer finds out about them

Bottle, Dorohedoro Crossover, Mature Rating (Some gore), Someone literally uses a door to travel into the world of Ajin and Ogura debates if ajin count as magic users

Just Like Home, Gravity Falls Crossover, Teen Rating, Portal Ford accidentally jumps into the worst possible world and ends up running into Ogura

Ajin’s ripe for crossovers, so I tend to put them out every so often!