#so i haven’t rlly had time to put together something thoughtful

[sleepiexx]

Something He’d Overheard

James Potter x fem!Reader

Note: I’ve been in the marauders fandom for over 7 years now, I think it’s high time I write a fic for it. Part of my efforts to branch out into writing for more fandoms than COD.

Summary: James finds himself head over heels when he sees you defending a first year student.

Warnings: some curse words here and there, bullying mention, overall rlly soft

Word Count: 1151

After countless fictional characters and random strangers on the street with pretty faces catching his burning ire, anyone who knew James Potter knew good and well that he was a lover. He had long believed in love at first sight, merely seeing someone eye-catching often sparked thoughts of budding romance, fantasies of how they would love and what their relationship would look like amongst other things. Soulmates and fate were a big concept to him too, for example his favorite book character, a headstrong witch who was kind and brilliant, well James had a hunch that in another life they were lovers.

He’d fallen in love just about a million times, and yet something about you was different.

You had caught James’ eye one day as he made the trek to the library to collect his good friend Remus for their group’s usual night’s worth of mischief. Your beautiful eyebrows were pinched together in anger, a sneer on your pretty lips, your voice was loud and firm as you scolded one of the usual culprits (a death eater in the making) for bullying a defenseless first year student.

Your hand clutched your wand intently as you damn near hissed the words, “you wanna try picking on someone who can actually fight back?”

They let out a scoff and left the scene, leaving you, the first year, and unbeknownst to you, James.

The switch between standoffishness and caring came like whiplash. Your tensed frame relaxed as you knelt down in front of the first year (those eleven year olds seemed to be growing shorter and shorter every year). Your dominant hand reached out and gently wiped away the younger child’s tears.

“Everything he said is bullshit,” you began, “he’s angry at the world, looking for someplace to fit in, and unfortunately it’s really easy to fall into the wrong crowd. You haven’t, and he’s jealous of that.”

The kid sniffled, pout still indented firmly on their little lips, “who would be jealous of me?”

You shook your head in disbelief, “plenty of people! You have a gift that a large part of the world’s population doesn’t possess, that’s something to be proud of no matter what other witches and wizards try to tell you. Heck, I’m even jealous of you.”

As you spoke a smile crept its way on the first year’s face, “you are?” They asked.

“Yeah, I am!” You nodded, “you’ve got six and a half more years left at Hogwarts to have fun and run about the castle, I only have another year and a half.”

“This place is pretty cool,” they muttered.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Your face lit up and you stood to your feet, offering the small child your hand so you could walk them back to their common room. You’d never seen the awe-stricken onlooker, but the scene was now burned into James’ mind.

It followed him to the library, where he convinced Remus to follow him to their other friends, a long walk that Remus spent listening to James drone on and on about you. It followed him to his dorm that night, and every other night for weeks leaving the marauders to know every single detail about you. And it most especially followed him to each of the classes you had together where James would stare at you and admire your appearance while daydreaming about you.

It was the third time that week that the scene had followed him to the lunch table when Sirius slammed his palms on the table, “I’m putting an end to this nonsense right now. You either talk to her, Prongs, or I will. And trust me, you won’t like how in depth I will go about those daydreams you’ve been having where-“

Sirius couldn’t even finish his sentence with how fast James jumped in, “alright, alright! I have potions with her next, I’ll talk to her, I swear.”

The statement leaves the marauders satiated in conversation as they finish up their lunch and head to their classes.

In potions, James nearly decides to abandon ship, facing a new anxiety he’d never experienced before when dealing with a girl. He decides that maybe it would be best to keep to himself, too afraid to stumble on his words and make a fool of himself in front of such a pretty girl. All this is until Professor Slughorn proclaims that today’s assignment requires a partner. If there ever was a time to shoot his shot, it’s now.

He takes deep breaths, adjusting his posture and forcing his every step to radiate confidence before he reaches you, “I was wondering if maybe you’d like to be my partner?”

You smile, “I’d love to! Fair warning, though, I’m not the best at potions.”

James bursts out into a giddy grin, “I’m willing to pick up the slack.”

“Unfortunately, I bet I’ll make you eat your words,” nonetheless you collect the ingredients as James collects the supplies.

When everything is together, James reads off the instructions. You follow them with great care, not wanting to make a fool of yourself in front of your new, devilishly handsome potions partner.

You make to slice open one of the ingredients, as the instructions called for, but your knife slips, sending the damned thing hurdling straight towards your face. You close your eyes, bracing yourself for an impact that never comes, reopening them only to be met with the sight of the back of James’ hand.

“Holy shit,” you curse, “did you just catch that?”

James nods, almost surprised at himself.

You shake your head in disbelief, “if you weren’t such a good chaser, I’d suggest you take up seeking.”

Your statement renews James’ confidence, so you’d noticed him too?

“Can I show you how to cut it?” He asks, a smile on his face.

You nod, watching his hands intently, confused when he disappears behind you. You quickly piece together what’s happening when he grabs your hands with his own, handing you the knife and positioning you so that you slice through the ingredient like it’s nothing.

“Great job!” James praises, even though it was him that had done all the work.

You still take the compliment, grinning from ear to ear as he tosses the final ingredient into the potion, creating the rich purple color you were striving for, “we make a really good team, Potter.”

“Oh yeah?” He asks, “well what do you say we see if we make as good of a couple?” You feel blood rush to your cheeks, James further clarifies “Hogsmeade this weekend? Just you and me?”

And you nod eagerly, “I would love that.”

If Sirius thought James asking you out would be the solution to him raving on and on about you all hours of the day, he was sorely mistaken and he was about to figure that out as soon as James stepped into the common room.

[danikamariewrites]

hii!! I was wondering if u could write a fic with azriel and one of the spies he trains, kind of like arobynn and aelin but not creepy lol. azriel always protects reader yet when rhys notices the special treatment in his court, he grows distant. angst ensues!! possibly smut whatever youre feeling!

My Sweet Spy

Azriel x reader

Notes: I hope you don’t mind that it’s in bullet form anon! I can’t believe I haven’t thought of something like this before, I did change it a little and made them fall in love (so not rlly a master and apprentice thing) I also don’t know the word count for this but know it’s a lot.

Warnings: angst, enemies to friends to lovers, fighting and violence, blood (apologies for any typos I sped through editing this)

Your father was one of Azriel’s senior spies. At 100 years old you were still acting like a petulant child, driving your father mad. Being at his wits end he dropped you off in Velaris for training with Azriel. It was more of a punishment than anything

He wanted the high lord and spymaster to set you straight

During one of your father’s more high profile missions he was attacked and didn’t survive

His death made you resent Azriel for a long time

You didn’t come to training on time or at all some days, you wouldn’t speak for almost a year, and you acted out so bad (during Nesta’s stint at the bars as well) you and Nesta were separated and it was time for an intervention

While Nesta stayed at the House of Wind you stayed in the Town House

You still refused to speak with anyone, especially Azriel, but you pulled yourself together

Though your father was a hard-ass you loved him dearly. He was the only person you had left in the world

Realizing you couldn’t blame Azriel or Rhysand for his death you started putting in the effort of training and being a better person. If anything you were really at training for Nesta. You missed your friend and she was the only person you would talk to. Meeting Gwyn and Emerie at training made you light up. You hadn’t had many friends as an adult so this group of girls excited you.

You still wouldn’t speak to Azriel. At least not in depth. You would acknowledge him, giving him nods and the occasional yes and no. Azriel tried so hard to get you to open up. He apologized about your father’s death and even went as far as buying you a box of your favorite pastries, but nothing.

Months after Nyx was born and Nesta, Gwyn, & Emerie won the Blood Rite you were starting to warm up to everyone. You even spoke to Azriel, “Thank you.” Azriel was taken aback by how quietly you approached him, even his shadows were unaware of you. “You’re welcome.” He didn’t ask for what. Azriel had a feeling that those two words encompassed everything from putting up with you to housing and training you.

You started going to family dinners and get togethers more. While you still didn’t talk much you were showing more emotion.

You were on time for training and showed improvement. To Azriel’s surprise you were more skilled than he thought. When he reported your progress to Rhys he seemed to take interest in your skills. “Maybe her father taught her more tricks of the trade than we thought.” Azriel didn’t like what Rhys’s tone was suggesting.

Azriel tensed, waiting for the order he knew was coming. Rhys gave his brother a look he knew all too well. Then the dreaded words left his mouth, “I want you to build her up. Y/n’s father was a valuable asset, we need that again.” Azriel clenched his jaw. Doing his best to bite his tongue to think about his words.

The Spymaster knew this was an order from his High Lord, not a suggestion from his brother.

So Azriel began your training. You became more observant, an extension of Azriel’s shadows. His own shadows took a liking to you. Becoming their second master on missions, they protected you.

The only missions Azriel would take you on would be a year after your training started. And they would never be solo trips. You would go with him or another partner on short missions. You were never far from Velaris and if need be Azriel could come get you if you were in danger.

There was definitely a few tense nights where you two spent the night at an inn. You two never knew how to approach each other, never wanting to say the wrong thing to one another.

Your first solo mission was given to you by Rhys. The High Lord went over his brother’s head assigning you this. “I believe you are ready to do this y/n. You have shown change and a tenacity I haven’t seen since Feyre under the mountain.”

The high praise from Rhys made your heart soar. The fact that your change was noticed made you feel like life was going well. That there was a place for you.

“Thank you, Rhysand.” You bow your head slightly. “Azriel has trained you well, and you’ve done excellent work over the last few months.” Rhys slides a file across his desk to you. Opening it he informs you that you’ll be traveling to just outside Vallahan. A male who was once on Kier’s council defected and has been on the run for years. He has crimes to answer for and you will be delivering the High Lord’s justice.

When you didn’t show up to training Azriel went looking for you. Not being able to find you in the House he went to Rhys. “I sent her on a mission to the continent. Caliban was sighted and I thought she was the perfect person to handle it.”

Steam was coming out of Azriel’s ears. “How. Dare. You,” he gritted out. Rhys’s eyes widen at the change in his brother’s mood. Azriel was borderline erratic. “How dare you make that call!” Rhys held up a hand. “Brother, please. Calm down and think—” “Don’t tell me to cam down! Y/n has never been to the Continent! And she is far from ready to do something like this on her own!”

“Az just listen—” Azriel closed his eyes, taking deep breathes. “Where?” Rhys gave him a questioning look. “Where on the Continent id you fucking send her?” His voice was growing angrier with each word. Once Rhys told him he punched his brother square in the face and stormed out of the house.

Your father didn’t make many enemies but he had one that eluded him for years, Caliban. Once considered royalty in the Hewn City he became a fugitive of the Night Court. Now you were his target. Somehow he found out that he is your mission in Vallahan. Instead of running again he decided to face you.

Caliban made it easy for you to track him. To the point where you knew it was a trap

“You look just like your father,” was the first thing he said to you. “I suppose you’ll be just as easy to kill.” All rational thoughts left your head. You saw red as you charged at him. Azriel had taught you to used controlled emotion through your fighting technique, helping you unlearn your irrational behavior.

Diving at Caliban he swiftly side stepped you, a smirk dancing on his lips. “Still a petulant child I see.” You let out growl from deep in your throat. Jumping to your feet you unsheathed the dagger from your thigh. Caliban drew his own from thin air, ready to fight.

You slashed hard, chasing every step he took with a more aggressive one of your own. If Caliban was going to kill you, you were going to make it hard for him.

If you were going to die tonight you were taking this vile murderer with you.

Letting your rage take hold your moves become erratic. Distracted. Caliban lands a blow to your gut forcing you to double over. He grabs a fist full of your hair, clutching it as tight as possible he punched your face over and over again. Once your face was drenched in blood Caliban dropped you to the ground.

You were breathing heavily through your mouth trying to regain your strength. To get back up and fight again.

Caliban circles you, sneering down at you. “Poor little spy. Going to die all alone just like her father.” He lets out a deep laugh. A burst of anger rushed through you. Holding on tight to your dagger you quickly sit up and slash at Caliban’s inner thigh.

He howls in pain and drops to the ground next to you. “You bitch!” He spits at you. You laugh, collapsing on your back.

As the edges of your vision blur all you can think about is your friends. Specifically Azriel. He has been a constant, steady presence over the last few years.

All you could think about was how ungrateful you’d been to him. All the attitude you gave him that you never apologized for. All the things you didn’t let go of and had blamed him for, like your new shitty life and your father’s death.

But your life wasn’t shitty. It was good and you had a purpose.

Your father’s murderer was going to get up and you weren’t going to fight back because you were just so, so tired. And maybe you deserved to die. But you didn’t want to die without telling Azriel everything you were thinking.

Caliban screamed in pain. Turning to face him you see your guardian angel kneeling over him. Truthteller dripping with Caliban’s blood.

Azriel was fuming. His chest moving up and down with his rapid breaths. “Azriel,” you croak out. He snaps out of his trance. “Y/n,” he slide over to you on his knees, cradling your head in his hands. “It’s ok. We’re going to take you home.”

Mor appeared over his shoulder. A relieved smile gracing her full lips. Azriel stands with you in his arms. Mor holds onto his arm winnowing you both back to the Town House. Azriel brings you right up to his old room, setting you down gently on the bed.

Mor comes back with Madja in tow. The old healer giving Azriel a look that said “I know this is your brother’s fault” as she mended your broken nose.

Azriel holds your hand the whole time, being that silent calming presence for you until Madja left

“Why didn’t you fight harder? I know you could’ve gotten up.” There was pain in his voice. A long painful silence fell between you two before you answered. “I thought maybe I deserved it.” Tears silently fall down your cheeks as Azriel lightly squeezes your hand. He felt his heart crack a little. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. “For everything.”

Azriel shakes his head, his heart fully cleaving in two. “There is nothing to be sorry for y/n. Things haven’t been easy for you and I’ve seen that.” Azriel pulls you onto his lap hugging you to his chest as you sob.

Weeks later Azriel hasn’t left your side. Your words troubled him and he wants to show you that you deserve everything good in life. It was his mission to make sure you stopped punishing yourself for his past.

While Cassian gave him suggestions Azriel ignored his brother. His and Nesta’s relationship got off to a rocky start and the couple are still working their issues out.

Az decided to take a different approach with you. Some days you would take breaks from training. He would take you out to eat in the city or for a bonding activity, as Az liked to call it.

You gave him a questioning look the first time he suggested it. Then followed up with, “We do what I want everyday. Let’s do something you want to do.” You raised a brow at him. Feeling like this was a trap. But you’d take it. “Ok,” you shrugged and headed out the door.

You dragged Azriel from shop to shop to see where his limit would be for you buying extravagant items. He didn’t complain once though. Az just smiled and held a majority of the bags for you

Over the next few months you became closer with Azriel. The two of you have gotten so close you consider him one of your best friends. The spymaster quickly became your confidant. You opened up to him about things you haven’t even told Nesta.

It was your scheduled fudge night, where you each bring a different kind of fudge home, eat and gossip. Along with the occasional glass of wine. You were laughing about a story Az was telling you about Cassian in their 30’s. Rhys away with his father and the pair decided to party it up in the city without their brother. Azriel isn’t sure how he lost Cassian but when he finally found the General he was floating on his back in the Sidra.

“Just floating,” you snorted out covering your mouth. “Yes! He told me he saw a mermaid and just had to woo her.” That made you laugh even harder, leaning on his shoulder as you regained your composure. Azriel’s heart stutters at your palm lying flat against his chest. Your touch is soft and welcomed.

Az smiles down at you, watching the color of your cheeks go from that cherry red to their normal color. Your lips still pulled into a smile as you wipe the tears from your eyes. Azriel didn’t realize that he was softly smiling at you until you looked at him asking, “What?” He shook his head, “Nothing.” His voice gentle.

You brush it off going back to the chocolate peanut butter fudge Azriel brought. Taking a bite and sinking back into the cushions you ask for another embarrassing story. Azriel obliges because he could never deny you.

Another bonding activity you two cherish is painting. Like for the kids Feyre runs classes for you and Az find it therapeutic

Once a month, when there’s a free afternoon in the studio’s schedule, Feyre lets you two have a free paint session. You and Az set up easels to face each other and chat while you paint.

Your first painting session was silent except for the sound of the brushes and occasional question azriel would ask you. You only gave him one word answers of course. And the painting you made was a mess of colors. You just had to get your anger put and didn’t feel like trying. At the end of the hour you shoved it in the trash can and left without Azriel.

Today that first session felt like a lifetime ago. You were chatting with Azriel, gossiping and laughing like you’ve been friends for centuries

This time you were adding to a painting you started two months ago. You really wanted to get better at drawing and even asked Feyre to teach you the basics in your free time. Hands are a hard thing to draw but the skill came quite easy to you.

Putting the finishing touches on the shading of the sword you stand back and admire your hard work. It’s of one of the most important moments in your life, when Azriel taught you how to hold a sword. On that day you knew everything would change. There was a new trust between you and Azriel, he trusted you and believed in your abilities. It felt like the first time someone really believed in you, like your potential was truly seen.

In the painting Azriel was guiding your hand to grip the hilt correctly. The sapphire siphons looked like they were glowing and the white ribbon you cut on your fourth try was wrapped around your wrist.

“Are you finally going to let me see it?” Az asked, dragging his own brush in long strokes across the canvas. You squinted your eyes in thought, debating if you truly wanted to show him or wait for Feyre’s critique. “I guess,” you sigh.

Azriel laid down his brush and pallet, wiping his hands off with a paint cover cloth. Coming to face your painting his jaw dropped and his eyebrows shot up to his hairline. Azriel was rendered speechless by your skills. “Wow,” he breathed out. “Y/n…this is incredible. The detail. My scars even,” his scared hand reached out to touch the painting before he realized he shouldn’t. Instead he mindlessly moved to gently hold your hand.

The two of you stood there staring at your art for a while. You finally noticed Azriel had laced his fingers with yours. You smile at your joined hands, squeezing his before staring back at the painting.

Azriel looks down at you, that love sick smile you always seem to miss was on his face again. Just as he’s about to say something (he hoped would be romantic) Feyre came back from lunch. The bell above the door chimed causing you to jump apart.

“Wow!” She quickly made her way over to you to get a better look at your painting. “Y/n! This is fantastic! We must get it framed and hang it in the house.” The High Lady rambled on, praising your skills.

Azriel crept out as you and Feyre talked. He would talk to you again and there would be another time to tell you what was on his mind.

Missions these days were always vetted by Azriel before Rhys asked you to do anything. You haven’t been doing many lately anyway. Helping Azriel delegate, strategizing, and desk work has been your strong suit.

When Rhys noticed he called you both to his office. Azriel could tell Rhys was angry with him. He knew his brother’s tells well enough. You on the other hand just thought Rhys wanted a progress report on your skills again.

“Sit,” the High Lord said through gritted teeth. You tried to avert Rhy’s gaze while Azriel held strong, staring his brother down. Azriel would stand by his decision to keep you safe. That day he found you with Caliban scared the shit out of him. He never wanted you out there alone or without him again.

Rhys looked at you first. “I’ve noticed you haven’t been going into the field lately.” You shook your head, finally looking at your High Lord. “Care to explain.” You didn’t know what to say. Wouldn’t this be a problem between him and Az. “I—Az has been pairing me up less. I’ve been training more with the Valkyries and field work has been pushed back.”

Rhys let out a hum, his lips pulled into a thin line. “Azriel,” he directed his attention to his brother whose eyes haven’t left him once. “Why isn’t she out there? Is she not one of your spies? Is there not work to be done?” Azriel clenched his jaw. Once again biting his tongue.

“I have had y/n doing other tasks she is comfortable with.” Azriel’s voice was restrained. He saw right through Rhys’s questions and damn him. Azriel saw you were reluctant to go out after Caliban so he made a choice that would keep you safe. “Was it y/n’s choice or yours?” Before Azriel could explode on Rhys you rest a hand on his thigh for comfort. “It was my decision, Rhys. I haven’t been the best out in the field and Azriel found what I’m good at.” You look between the two of them with a small smile to diffuse the tension.

Rhys returned your smile giving you a nod. “I’m glad that you found something you like. Could you give Azriel and I a moment please.” You wordlessly get up and give Azriel’s shoulder an encouraging squeeze.

Once they were sure you were down the hall Rhys began his tirade. “You do not get to decide what her limits are. I know what she said just now, that was clearly to cover for you. But you cannot keep treating y/n like this.” “Like what,” Azriel spat back.

“Like she is a child! Y/n has come very far in her career, something her father would be proud of. By resigning her to desk work you tear down all the confidence she has built. You’ve kept her away from everything since Caliban. I needed her in the Hewn City and you told me no. I needed her in Autumn and Day and you shot those down too. Why?” Rhys was trying to keep his cool but there was a desperation to his questions.

Azriel stood from his chair. “She doesn’t want to be her father. Y/n is more than this.” Realization flashed in Rhys’s eyes. “Y/n has truly found something she is good at. She’s one of the smartest people I’ve ever met and one of your best strategists.” Without another word Azriel turned on his heel and left.

After that conversation Rhys laid off you more. He quickly realized things were more organized since you had left spying

You kept your distance from Azriel for a few days, unsure if you got him in trouble by lying to the High Lord. Well, it wasn’t a complete lie. Az just suggested a new position and you took it.

Did you work for those few days? No. You took them to rest. You haven’t taken a day off in over a year so, why not relax.

You baked cookies, something you used to do with your grandmother every week. You decided on snicker-doodles to enjoy while starting the stack of books Nesta and Emerie suggested you read.

Azriel also gave you your space. He’s been by your side for months at this point. You could use a few days without him, even though it pained him. Azriel loved spending time with you. Sure you brought chaos into his life, but it was the good kind.

On day four of being apart Azriel couldn’t take it anymore. He found you wrapped in your favorite blanket in one of the least used siting rooms in the House of Wind. A fire roaring in the hearth to keep you warm, a mug of tea next to a plate of cookies ready for you when you take a break.

Putting your book down you finally notice Az staring at you in the doorway. That love sick smile he thinks you don’t notice plastered on his face. “Hey,” you say excitedly. “Come, sit with me.” You pat the spot on the couch next to you.

He plops down next to you, curling a wing around you for extra warmth. Without a second thought you snuggle into his side. A blush dusts Azriel’s tan cheeks as he looks away from you. You giggle at the sight of the feared spymaster blushing.

You gently trace his cheek down to his jaw, taking in his beauty. Over the last year you had become very taken with Azriel. He had been there for you no matter what you threw at him. You pull Azriel’s face to look at you. You met his hazel eyes that held so much love and adoration for you, you just didn’t see it.

“Y/n I, there’s something I’ve wanted to say and I just—” Azriel cut himself off with a shake of his head, leaning in so his lips meet yours in a soft kiss you’ve been waiting months for. You kissed him back, running your fingers through his hair.

Breaking apart you give him a giddy smile. It was the most genuine look he’s seen on you since you came to them. “That was better than anything you could’ve said.” You whisper, leaning your forehead against his. Az smiled back, “I still have so much I want to say. Have to say.” “I have all the time to listen.”

[www-jungwon]

in which roommate!heeseung insists on decorating, and you're sure he's up to something (why has he got so much mistletoe?) ୨୧

tw. yellinggg, kissing, idk what rlly went through my head when writing this its kinda cringe bro wc. 887

“ok, i give up.” heeseung looks over in confusion, holding a box of christmas decorations in his hand.

“just tell me! i give up.”

“what are you talking about?” he squints, shifting the box in his arm.

you shift on the couch agitatedly, pausing your tv show. “why are you hanging all these up? like, do you want my room, or you feel bad because you broke something that’s mine, or you’re trying to hint you want-”

“it’s for christmas spirit!”

you roll your eyes. you’ve been trying to figure out your roommate’s obsession with decorating the apartment for the last week, but every time he’s answered with the same response. ‘christmas spirit.’ christmas spirit your ass. you’ll figure it out, you just need a couple more days.

“sure.”

he raises his eyebrows innocently. “i don’t know why you don’t believe me.”

“maybe because in the 3 years we’ve lived together you haven’t ever even lifted a finger to help me put decorations up?”

he shrugs. “change of heart.”

definitely up to something.

–

heeseung is being weird. he keeps trying to hide his decorations when you walk in on him, like he’s scared of you seeing them. even though you’ll see them anyway, because it’s your apartment.

after seeing him drop his box for the third time in two days, it clicks. a party. that explains his controlling of the decorations to look his way, and the secret phone calls he’s been making. you absolutely hate crowds, and your one rule the only time you’ve lived here has been no parties. he’s never complained before, but you suppose he’s finally gotten tired.

you’ve never felt more betrayed. heeseung, the most considerate roommate you’ve ever had, heeseung who keeps track of the amount of chocolate in your storage, heeseung who buys you things just because they reminded him of you, heeseung who is in charge of all the groceries, no discussion. heeseung, who you think you might be in love with, that heeseung, trying to throw a holiday party in your apartment without your permission when you leave tomorrow.

and as you see him emerge from the doorway, his head brushing the mistletoe he hung, fiery anger builds up inside you. how dare he hum, act all normal like you didn’t just watch him try to hide his decorations, how dare he do this secretly, how dare he make you love him while he’s betraying you like this?

so when he asks what you want him to make for dinner, you want to hit him in the face.

“you what?” he asks, and the way his nose scrunches in confusion only makes you angrier, and you snap.

“lee heeseung, i hate you!”

his doe eyes widen in surprise.

“what? i-”

“you’re so stupid! i can’t believe you would do all this just for a stupid holiday party! over me!”

you’ve stepped up to him, him backing up slightly as you walk forward.

“i don't know what-”

“and i wouldn’t have cared if you just asked! i’m not even gonna be here! but i thought that you at least cared about me enough to ask instead of sneaking around.”

“y/n, i-”

“and you find it so amusing when i ask you why, and this whole time it’s been for a party? you’ve been lying to me, sneaking around, just so you can throw a party without my permission? do i mean that little to you,” your words are choked by a sob, “that little, that-”

“y/n, i promise i-”

“that little, that a party is more important to you than me.” tears cross down your cheeks, tracing over the edges of your face.

heeseung’s brows are furrowed now, a concerned frown pushed onto his face. “y/n, i swear-”

how dare he act concerned, when it’s his fault. 

a yell rips out of you, “you don’t get to care about me now! not after, not after this, not after i’ve spent three years loving you and you’ve just thrown all my trust away for a party.”

he’s broken now, you can see it on his face in the way his brows are drawn in and you know you’ve hurt him, and you feel awful. he watches you carefully, taking a deep breath before he moves almost imperceptibly closer.

“y/n.”

you sniff weakly, “yeah?”

his voice is soft with hurt. “i love you, too. and i’d never throw a party without your permission, and it wasn’t that, and i’m sorry i was being so secretive but i promise it wasn’t because of that and i think- i think you should look up.”

you hadn’t realized how close you were to him now, your hands brushing his. you turn your head up slowly, your lips almost pressing against his, and you see it.

the mistletoe.

“i love you, y/n. and i thought- i wanted to tell you, before you left and i didn’t know how, but since you were always decorating instead of me doing anything i wanted to do something nice for you, and then i realized maybe if i could put mistletoe up then you would get the hint and i wouldn’t have to say anything.”

his arms slide around your waist tentatively, pulling you into him, and you look down, falling into him as your lips push into his.

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

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[silly-honeybee]

What Blue Lock boys would get you for Christmas🎁

~🐝 Happy late Christmas my lovely sillies! I have been rlly busy lately so I haven’t had time to write💔 so I hope you enjoy this lil headconon on what the Blue Lock boys would get you for Christmas!

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Characters: Bachira, Isagi, Chigiri, Nagi, Kunigami, Reo, Kaiser, Alexis, Hiori

Headcanon ~ Fluffy fluff ~ fem!reader ~ not proofread

Warning(?): mentions of bras and panties in Kunigami’s part. (don’t know if that makes anyone uncomfy or not so I’m putting this here)

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start~~~🐝

Bachira Meguru

Silly things. He’d get you some silly and unnecessary things—

Like he’d probably get you a shirt saying “I love pizza” or something stupid😭

But he’d also get you some pretty cute things.

Anything matching, plushies, shirts, bracelets, etc..

He is indeed a goofball(we love him for that), but of course he knows how to give serious gifts(somewhat)..

The wrapping would be horrible, I gotta say that.. probably a bunch of holes basically revealing what the present was before you even opened it.. (he’s trying his best)

Oh well, whatever he gets you just know that he means it with a lot of love💕

Isagi Yoichi

He’d probably get you nice things for the winter, like a fuzzy sweater, scarf, boots..

Or he’d find a cute dress that he thinks would look nice on you, if you don’t like dresses then a cute pair of shorts or pants..

But, in general he would make sure to get you something he knew you liked, he thinks about you a lot, yk? ^^

(This is rlly short I’m sorry🙏)

Chigiri Hyoma

This man will spoil you.

You like Sanrio? Sanrio it is. You want makeup? Makeup it is. You want the full series of your favorite book? Books it is!

He never disappoints on Christmas, he knows what you like even if you haven’t told him—

Like he just noticed a certain detail of you having quite a few of this and that. He’d then proceed to Google about it and then find nice things from it🫶

Nagi Seishiro

He’d probably be a little clueless on knowing what you’d want.. (not in a rude way).

So what he does is probably look back on the comments you made on certain characters you two have played in a game or what not. And the ones you liked he’d find some merch of that character..

Kunigami Rensuke

He’d definitely be brave enough to casually walk into the woman’s section of Target and get you a brand new bra and panties.

Based on his sister’s at home, they always seem to complain about their bras becoming loose and slack after a year..

So he assumes that maybe that happens with you too? He wants you to be comfy at all times💕

(I love this man😭)

Reo Mikage

He’d also spoil you like Chigiri, but probably in a more *ehem* Reo way..

Like he’d get you tons of stuff, too much to count. This man has money💰🤑

Every. One. Of. Those. Gifts. Have been thoroughly thought through as he was buying them.

He wanted to make sure everything was perfect💝

Michael Kaiser

Probably getting you something fancy..

A fancy robe, shoes, dress, etc..

Would also treat you to a restaurant date, Egon or something idk 🤷‍♀️

Alexis Ness

He’d get you anything you want😭

He’s such a sweetheart about it too, he would wrap your gifts in cute wrapping paper.

Every one of the gifts having a little tag in the shape of a heart saying: “To my love, from Alexis💕”

He’s such a cutie istg😭🙏

Hiori Yo

You two probably played animal crossing at some point together, so he’d definitely get you a plushie of whichever one was your favorite character!

He probably would accidentally reveal the gift before you opened it.. oopsie💕

~~~🐝 end

~🐝 I’m so sorry if some of these were short😭 like idk how to write for Kaiser,I sagi or Nagi- and there is no Rin included here bc I have no idea how to write for him🧍‍♀️ anyway! I wish you sillies a lovely rest of 2023💕

See you guys next year😋🙏 (I’m so funny haha)

Also look at this Bachira plush I got for Christmas AAAAAAA MY BBY😭 MWA MWA💋💋💋

[herofics]

Hii! I loved your aizawa fic with his daughter dying, and after reading that…i started thinking, how would all might react to his daughter getting killed while going on a lil patrol during an internship? :0 or something like that!

ur work is rlly good! Cant wait to go through your blog :D

-🃏 anon :3

A/N: Thank youuuu! The post mentioned can be found here. I honestly haven’t written All Might in ages, but I hope this turned out okay

•You and your father didn’t get to spend much time together when you were a kid, because of his hero work and dedication to being the symbol of peace

•So when he was forced to retire, you were happy about being able to spend more time with him, even though you hated how depressed losing his quirk and all the stuff that came along with it made him

•So now that he was a teacher at UA and you were living in the dorms at the school, you actually got to spend a lot of time together

•He helped you train and was there for you when you were having a hard time, as much as he could be for a stubborn teenager such as yourself

•You went to your internship and on the second day he got a call from the agency you were with

•He thought you were just calling him through one of the office phones, but it was the hero you whose agency you were interning at

•The phone call was quite awkward, the hero was quite young so he had never had to make a call such as this

•All Might listened, thanked the hero for calling him and just hung up

•He was sitting on the bench outside 1-A’s dorms and he couldn’t even hold onto the phone

•It fell on the ground as All Might looked up at the sky and just cried silently

•He didn’t make a sound, the tears just streamed down his face quietly

•He didn’t blame you for a second, it wasn’t your fault that you’d died, it happens in that line of work, but that didn’t do anything to ease his pain

•And besides, you were just a student, you weren’t a pro-hero, this wasn’t supposed to happen

•All Might sat there for hours, he didn’t even notice how much time had passed, before it started raining

•It was as if the sky itself was crying for your loss

•Someone had to tell your classmates, but he could only bring himself to tell the principal, so Aizawa was the one who had to break the news to your class

•Midoriya tried to talk to All Might about it, but he just acted overly cheerfully and tried to not show how heartbroken he was

•He didn’t want to put this on Midoriya’s shoulders too

•All Might put all his energy on teaching after your passing, especially with Midoriya

•He was of course avoiding dealing with his emotions and grief this way

•He didn’t want any other parent to have to go through this, he didn’t want anyone else to lose a child

•Realistically he knew he couldn’t guarantee that, but he wished he could, he really did

•He tried to act cheerful, but when he thought no one was looking, he looked incredibly sad

•Some people noticed, Midoriya especially, but he couldn’t bring himself to say anything

•All Might didn’t know what to say when people offered him their condolences, nothing felt honest

•There were no words to describe this immense hole that was left in his heart after you died

[applejuicefruit]

can you do angst to fluff where reader had been rlly focused on her career/school and not spending a lot of time w kylian. so when she tries to make plans he acts really annoyed but he's really just hurt. it takes a lot for him to open up bc he doesn't want to seem soft. so when reader finally talks to him ab it he j expresses that he's sad and she reassures him and treats him like her little baby again 🥲🥲

Hii thank you for requesting this I hope you like it ⭐️

kylian mbappe x reader

She Hulk

You always wanted to be a lawyer, it’s always been your dream so when you got into the law school of your dream you felt like floating. Your family was so proud of you, your boyfriend Kylian was so proud of you, he always supported you and that was the most important thing to you. It’s been over a year now and you were still in school studying harder and harder every single day.

It was like you forgot how to live. You were constantly studying, burying yourself in pages and pages and barely living. You didn’t mean to do it but you ignored your friends and your boyfriend. One night he asked you if you wanted to go out with him but you were so tired and busy studying that you said no. Without giving him an explanation.

It was currently the weekend and you thought of giving yourself a well deserved break. You knew Kylian had practice that day so you wanted to surprise him with pizzas a movie night. You had the spare key of his apartment so when he wasn’t home you organised everything. From the pillows and blankets laid on the floor near the couch, to the pizzas cooking in the oven, from the Disney + home page opened on his TV to the candles lighting up the atmosphere. You were so excited about spending time with Kylian again that you thought he would love it too.

When he opened the front door he never expected to see you there, in the kitchen, cleaning what you used to make pizzas and smiling directly at him. He was kinda mad at you for ignoring him for more than a week. Honestly he was an attention seeker and he loved your attention so much it made him sad the fact that you ghosted him for ten agonising days.

“Surprise!!” you said smiling at him

“What is this?” he asked a bit confused

“I thought of making something special for our weekend together, I made pizza, we can watch a movie or two and then we can cuddle all night” you said - your smile never leaving your face

“I’m actually tired from practice” he said passing over you and putting his jacket on the couch. Your heart broke a little. You spent hours on getting everything ready for this night and all he did was ignoring you.

“Kylian?” you called him

“What?” he said not even looking at you

“Are you mad?” you asked him trying to figure out why he was acting that way “did something happen at practice?”

“No I’m fine honestly…why don’t you just go home, I’m quite tired…” he said and you couldn’t believe of what you were hearing

“Kylian…are you mad at me?” you asked him but he ignored you “Kylian! Can you at least look at me and tell what I did?”

“So it’s fine for you to ignore me for more than a week then come here and do all of this and expecting me to be happy to see you! I haven’t heard from you for more than ten fucking days! I had to text your best friend to even know if you were still alive! So yes I’m mad at you!” he snapped back at you raising his voice. He never raised his voice with you. Instead you always talked about your problems so it was scaring you his behaviour change.

“Kylian…I’m so sorry I’ve never meant to ignore you it’s just…I’ve been studying so much in these past days that I completely forgot to-“

“You forgot about your boyfriend that’s what happened…I thought - maybe it’s over, maybe she found someone else, maybe she doesn’t love anymore, maybe she cheated…” he said looking at you

“What! I would never cheat and you know that!” you raised your voice a little bit, this time making you angry accusing you of cheating

“No y/n I don’t…I haven’t heard from you for days so I don’t know what you were up to!” he screamed back

“Studying! That is what I was fucking doing! Studying because I have three exams next week! Not one, not two but three fucking exams!” you screamed back

“So you’re gonna tell me you have been studying for ten days without taking a break?” he asked in a sarcastic voice, still mad at you

“Fuck…yes Kylian! I was studying what do you think I was doing? I didn’t mean to ignore you! It’s just…” - and in that moment you felt a few tears fall from your face, letting all the stress of the past week coming out, all the sleepless nights spent on books, all the adrenaline bottled up in the past days coming out now “…you have no idea of how hard it is! I can’t fail these exams…I just I can’t…” you said, lowering your tone, tears falling from your eyes. Kylian’s heart broke when he saw you like this, proof that you were really stressed and, instead of helping you he was causing more stress to you.

“If you don’t want me here tonight it’s fine…I’ll go home but at least eat the pizza I made, is good…” you said, reaching up for your jacket and purse when his hand grabbed your arm

“Babe…” he said looking at you with a very sad face and that’s all it took for you to burst into tears, letting all the stress coming out “hey shh…it’s okay, let it all out” Kylian said while stroking your back. Your head on his chest and your arms around his neck, almost holding on for dear life.

“Baby it’s okay…I’m so sorry baby, I wished I’ve seen it before…you’re so stressed honey, it’s okay let it all out” he kept saying while helping you letting all of your stress out. After a few minutes you calmed down. Kylian’s hands wiping your tears away.

“I didn’t want to ignore you” you said truthfully

“I know baby, I’m so sorry…I wished I could have helped you before…”

“It’s okay It’s just hard…you know I’m not She Hulk” you said and he laughed a bit, still holding you close

“Why don’t we eat the delicious pizza you made and watch something? Preferably not She Hulk…” he suggested smirking at you

“What! She’s amazing! She’s a lawyer and she can kick ass! I’m basically her but without the superpowers and the law degree, not yet at least…” you joked, laying on the blankets while Kylian took the pizzas out of the oven

“Fine we can watch She Hulk” he said sitting next to you with the pizzas and you let the first episode starts, again.

That was all you needed. A little bit of relax with the man you loved most, it was perfect.

[meeks-just-wants-to-scroll]

hi 🐊 me again

i figured id ask soneone who actually gives a rats ass about colm since most of my pals dont lol ^-^ last ask posted gave me the push to ask

i think a lot about kieran describing colms happiness as "a ray of sunshine" when speaking about him at the campfire. of course it could just mean that kieran isnt being treated horribly, and thats a ray of sunshine to the him, but i like to think his standards are a little higher even if they never get met.

ive always liked to imagine it as actually meaning something, at least to kieran. its lead me to believe that in an ideal world, kieran was moreso colms personal errand boy rather than just the gangs as a whole, that would make all of the o'driscolls recognizing him make sense. and that would also make the "sunshine" line make more sense too, if kieran was colms own little whipping boy, they would probably have a slightly closer relationship than most. after all, during the camp raid in chapter 1, we do see kieran directly grabbed snd hit by colm.

but im mostly curious about your thoughts on it all, especially as someone whos colm brained (i am trying to get myself there honestly ^-^). id looooove to know your interpretation of that line and what it says about the o'driscoll leader !! its always stuck out to me considering how little they try to humanize colm elsewhere for most of the game, and kieran says it with so much energy that youre stuck believing him.

Oh man, I am glad to get this ask because I love colm discussions. I kind of lagged on answering this because I wasn’t sure if I could actually bring a lot of interesting stuff up to talk about. Colm had so little screen time that it’s hard for me to get a grasp.

Okay. So… sunshine… ☀️

When Kieran said this it immediately made me think of cyclical abuse tactics where there is a period of good treatment followed by destruction.

I believe Colm is much the same as Dutch with having the ability to draw people in and stick with a commonality + a common goal. The O’D are drawn together by the commonality of being Irish heritage (despite Colm being American but has an Irish name). Their common goal is money and the outlaw freedom to do bad and feel invincible in numbers.

Colm doesn’t put a lot of 1:1 time with his gang so I can’t assert how he treats the rest of the gang (likely like a distant boss). But I can make a guess how he treats his close circle of people based off of Kieran’s dialogue.

Why is Kieran selected to stick with the gang? That deserves its own post, but let’s pretend Colm took a liking to Kieran and let him be the personal whipping boy; Someone who showed he was malleable enough to not put up a fight when bossed around (and disposable).

As for the sunshine, I think that could be Kieran recalling the times Colm had treated him well. Not just “he didn’t punch me today. Yay!” But 1:1 personal attention that is so far from what Colm usually does for the rest that it makes Kieran feel on top of the world. Of course he isn’t actually treated well, but it is that friendly talking and ease of laughter that makes Kieran almost forget it’s not sincere.

I think Kieran would be touch starved, and Colm knows this, so he uses brief kind gestures of touch to persuade Kieran. This is me being me but I rlly like Colm touching people’s hair. It is such an invasive and personal thing to do but also 🗣️♥️head scratches and getting your hair played with feels nice‼️♥️. It’s that dissonance between “this is creepy but also I haven’t been shown kindness since my parents died.”

It’s compared to sunshine because Colm’s nice attention is like being singled out by the sun in a cold mountain. It is a spotlight.

The flip side of “when he’s angry, it’s like the devil is upon you” is harder for me to define. I sometimes struggle with media analysis when it comes to imagining things I don’t get to clearly see in the media. Leaving stuff to the imagination is powerful, but I need something of substance to bite into for me to analyze.

I feel like Colm’s anger can be unpredictable. He has the men power and persistence to extend his anger not just to you when he is before you, but to you at all times. I don’t think Kieran was only paranoid, I think he had good reason to fear every moment he was being watched. The one time he let down his guard, he was snatched. There are also letters across the game written by O’Driscolls where they make threats and allude to them stalking people.

Colm’s anger in person is hard to read. I don’t think he yells except in a few cases, he always whispers and talks in such an eerie way. Pardon me as I copy and paste what I told some friends on the topic of his voice…

“He talks in a way that fries my brain because I know I shouldn’t trust him and he DOES sound untrust worthy but I can’t get my claws into what specifically is setting off my radar.

[in blessed are the peacemaker] After the threatening “I liked Annabell” line, Colm is so ominously silent, drawing out the tension moments longer before he just???? Smiles and almost laughs. It’s so playful and harmless sounding (without the context of the situation). Such a fucking 180 and unseriousness. He also says ‘you’ve always liked the ladies,’ as if Colm knows how shallow and fast Dutch likes and falls out with women.

And then the ‘I like that about you,’ whisper is just… Colm. Very colmy. Just whispering something as if it’s some secret or to emphasize it.

Colm is incapable of going one sentence without changing his tone/delivery/pacing/breathiness all to throw off how to read him.

He talks like he is a three headed snake-rat-vulture chimera.”

He turns on a dime when talking to Kieran in Chapter 1 (mission Old Friend? I forgot the name). He holds an amicable conversation for a few moments before something suddenly cues Colm to grab Kieran and give him two quick slaps across the face, then shove him and yell at him. It’s brief, but Colm has been shown to have the capacity to get his hands directly on people, not just use his gang as an extension of his hands. I also want to mention the intentions detail of Colm being atop his horse and leaning down to talk to Kieran. Visual story telling/signifying rank and dynamic. Even when speaking amicably, Colm is in command.

I wish I had more research in my brain of manipulation tactics that would lead to this, but I do think Colm either keeps easy to influence people or already morally corrupt people in his ranks so they’ll easily align with him when he is angry. Hence Kieran mentioning how “he’s mad. And you’re upset and you don’t know why… as long as it isn’t directed at you, you don’t care!”

^ I believe what I am talking about are “Flying Monkeys” in the context of psychology and narcissists. Brief rehashing of what TheraminTrees taught me but it’s when people knowingly or unknowingly are recruited by narcissists to extend their influence / control beyond direct interactions.

I don’t think just anyone could be slotted into Colm’s gang and especially not his close ring of people. That man had an eye for picking people who will easily follow and carry out his bidding.

I don’t think the game could have humanized him a whole lot outside of one of his abuse victims briefly mentioning how colm had moments of good treatment. As the audience (extra: as the audience looking through Arthur’s eyes), there is no good way the game could have made ups sympathize or respect Colm because we ourselves aren’t the kind of people who would believe the sickly sweet lies Colm drip feeds to keep his men by his side.

I do like how they managed to at least briefly allude to a “kind” side to Colm. It would have been so easy to paint Colm as a black and white bad man with no redeeming traits (and I am sure that’s how some fans see him if they missed or ignored Kieran’s camp interaction). But that tiny mention makes him so interesting to me.

As much as I hate how little screen time he got, that’s in character for him. He is elusive, he is hard to read, he is contradictory in how he talks (sounding so humored one minute and deathly silent the next). He is… so. God damn. Slimy.

I love Colm as a character so much it is actually driving me ballistics.

SIGHHHH LONG ANALYSIS BUT ANYWAYS thank you for sending this ask this was a good use of like…. Two hours.

[milfzatannaz]

misc johnzee + Zatara ii headcanons bc they’ve been rotating in my brain:

- I really do think Zatara ii was a complete accident. It just doesn’t make sense for him to be something they actually planned for. John and zee are perpetually in a noncommittal limbo sort of a relationship that never truly ends. they are allergic to domesticity and “family life”. They’re both nearing middle age but still approach their relationship as if they’re still 21

- so like. they’re “broken up” when they sleep together on Halloween bc they’re bored, neither of them like to celebrate Halloween bc it’s just a day with extra work for them. So after her show zee finds john at the oblivion and takes him home

- then around Christmas zee is so absent minded she doesn’t stop to wonder about all her random tiredness and sore boobs bc she just assumes it’s from performing. its not until a friend (Dinah? Diana? Mikey? Haven’t decided) suggests she take a pregnancy test does she put 2+2 together

- she’s definitely not thrilled when she finds out but neither is John. It’s the most awkward conversation they’ve ever had and John is unhelpful and cold. He’s like do what you want but I’m not sticking around

- zee is just. Depressed and unable to make a decision. I don’t shy away from the concept of her weighing her options. but she decides to keep the baby bc she realizes that she does want a family, no matter how unconventional. She can’t imagine herself as a mother but she can imagine herself loving it and that’s what matters to her. She knows she has the means to do it alone and comes to the conclusion that she’ll keep it. It’s not an easy thought process

- john and zee are both still in the JLD and work is hellish. They still want each other but neither will cave or approach the topic. Meanwhile Zee is struggling to find her pregnancy and starts getting sick at work, or randomly falling asleep after meetings

- it’s one of these evenings where zee is curled up on the couch alone where John gently comes to sit beside her, and eventually moves her head into his lap

- he loves her so much but he’s bad at this. he wants to be there for her and the kid but he’s the wrong man for the job

- eventually he just sort of starts taking care of her in ways neither of them rlly notice. He drapes his coat over her and brings her water. He gently undoes her braid while they sit together bc he notices she has a headache. stuff like that. He starts tapping into a gentle part of him he hasn’t seen before

- so basically they fall in LOVE love bc he’s clearly besotted and she wants him so bad. He’s just holding himself back bc he is so afraid of being his father. His self loathing always wins

- the first time he voices loving zee and their child is when little gio is placed into his arms for the first time and he finally gets it

[totalfknloser]

perchance some zakk headcanons of him falling for/dating the short chubby girl who likes a lot of pink and pastels and rainbows but still metal like he does? this may or may not be a self insert 😅

YES OH MY GOD UR LITERALLY JUST LIKE ME!! (i’m short and chubby and just like that) also sfw pretty please tell me if u want a smut ver!

.°⛧ .♡. ⛧°.

⛧ Zakk thought he would only stick to one night stands and shit like that but you were perfect to him after you somehow got your way through his strong as steel barrier to his heart.

⛧ he would’ve thought you’d listen to soft stuff like djo or some shit like that but when you said you like metal and listed some of his favorite bands that really did spark something in him and he started taking a slight interest in you.

⛧ once you guys got closer and would start hanging out more that little spark got bigger and more obnoxious every time he saw you.

⛧ sometimes when you guys would hang out you’d either chill at yours or his place together just listening to whatever metal you both liked and talked or whatever and that would happen more often after a while.

⛧ you and Zakk would blow all your money at the record store he originally met Brodie at (yeah i definitely remember the name of the store pshh totally it’s not like i haven’t rewatched this movie in months) and sometimes Brodie would tag along with you which sometimes would make Zakk a tiny bit jealous.

⛧ as you became more comfortable around Zakk you would start to grow a crush on him but of course you unaware he had felt the same but for a way longer period of time.

⛧ eventually Zakk grew somehow bigger balls and finally asked you out and you almost cried with joy while you said yes but of course Zakk still put on a tough face and acted like he barely cared at first.

⛧ you and Zakk would do lots of fun and interesting things together even if he acted like he hated it. for example you’d brush his hair and put bows in it although he’d rather die than go out like that or as i said in past headcanons, let you do his nails but i think the only colors he would let you paint them is silver or black. you’d teach him all about how to care for himself wether it was skincare or something deeper like emotional care which is totally alien to him cause as much as he acts like he doesn’t need to do that much for himself he does.

⛧ the two of you would cuddle on his bed for sure. he would probably be the big spoon or maybe he would just have you lay on top of him. whenever you fell asleep together and you woke up first you would pepper him with kisses on his face, jaw, and neck to wake him up. on the other scenario, zakk would just keep you with him till you were awake even if it meant hours. or maybe he’d fall back asleep with you in his arms.

⛧ you’d get weird looks by being with Zakk. everyone would always think you’d want some like preppy guy who was an all A+ student growing up or something but you want Zakk and only him. he is perfect for you.

⛧ if some guy or anyone ever hit on you or something related the absolute least Zakk would do is spit on them and call them a vulgar insult or something.

⛧ with everyone else Zakk would always be a rough meanie, but he was always sweet, soft, and low with you.

.°⛧ .♡. ⛧°.

this was like super long but i rlly like this idea and it was fun so here u go pls tell me if u want a smut ver or just want more or whatever

[parkerflix]

-i know you so well

changbin x gn! reader

wc: 0.3k

genre/ warnings: comfort? non idol au ,, no real warnings just being sad lol , everything is very vague it’s up to u to decide idk, open ending because yeah

a/n: i haven’t written anything in a while,,, this is rlly rusty tbh. also it’s very self indulgent not sorry

———————

it was rare to see changbin on the couch watching tv, with his hectic work schedule. you both had work schedules that were rigorous, yours changing every week and having to figure out when you could be together.

recently, most days you would see each other in passing, falling asleep without one another, and waking up in each other’s arms before going your separate ways for work. most of the time, you both were okay with it, and learned how to manage and navigate your way around things. but your job had been putting more pressure on you recently, with people leaving and your boss having you pick up their work on top of yours. not to mention your parents were being slightly annoying about the topic of marriage, even though it wasn’t something you and changbin had talked about.

changbin had some rerun of a show playing, idly watching. you walked up to the couch, and laid down next to him, your head resting on his thigh. his hand came to brush your hair, something he always did without thinking. you weren’t sure if it was the small gesture of him doing something so soothing, or all of the weight from the weeks, but you started to tear up.

changbin heard your quiet sniffles, and held a look of concern in his eyes. he shuffled around, your head lifting from his thigh. the tears started to flow down your face freely, and he opened his arms. you quickly enveloped yourself in them, feeling the warmth and love from him. he kept brushing your hair, and no words were shared between the two of you.

after a few minutes, your sobs turned into small sniffles, and soon into snores. changbin grabbed the remote that was next to him, turned off the tv and picked you up, carefully making sure you were still asleep. once he got to your shared room, he laid you down, and tucked you in. climbing into his side of the bed, he scooted his way next to you, making sure that you were asleep before he fell asleep.

before he fell asleep, his last thought was that he would ask for the day off tomorrow, and spend the day with you.

[heesulovebot]

8 shows to get to know me

my bae sufa @heart-ming didn’t tag me but let’s just say they did teehee. i literally mostly watched kdramas before i started bls so this list will admittedly be kdrama centric 🫣 in chronological order (i think):

that 70s show: has this show aged well? no. but there are still so many iconic moments that it holds a special place in my heart. twelve year old me would race home after school to watch re-runs. twelve year old me also thought peak romance was eric and donna dancing to abba’s fernando in the drive way in front of the vista cruiser 😭😭 

reply 1988: i never thought reply ‘97 could be topped (esp after the disappointment of ‘94) but reply ‘88 knocked it out of the ball park completely. i loved every single character sm, it rlly felt like home :’) and rip to those who had sls but i’m different 💅🏼 (jk i usually have a chronic case of sls dsjkfnksjd but everything in this drama made sense, esp deok seon and taek). who else was there for soompi forum user @ packmule using colour-theory, dialogue, and frame analysis to guess who the husband was before the show finished airing???? packmule on soompi forums u will always be famous xoxo

my mister: the grip this show had on me should be studied like. i made my first fandom sideblog for this show?????? i wrote my first fanfic for this show??????? dskjfnkdjnsk the scene in which park dong hoon sits in his living room after everything is finished and then bursts out in tears and then the background music cuts off and we just hear him sOBBING in silence...... i will never recover, i fear

2gether: speaking of shows that had a grip on me ksdjfnkdsjnf i gotta be real and add this to the list since y’all who have been following me since this era bore witness to my absolute obsession. i def can objectively say that 2gether is not a good show but tine and watine remain a special place in my heart forever ♡

ofcc & cherry magic: LOL I’M CHEATING AND PUTTING THESE TWO TOGETHER but they’re both about gay salarymen so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ idk there’s just an underlying sadness to both these fluffy jbls that i fuck with heavy      

i told sunset about you: no matter how much beef i have with p’meen, p’boss has done nothing wrong in his life ever and itsay tehohaew remain my babies. y’all alrdy know itsay had me in tears weekly (i still remember watching ep 4 during class time ((covid college core)) and then my prof started saying something after i finished the ep and i BURST into tears and haven’t recovered since tbh)   

to my star 1&2: god daseul invented cinema and romance, actually. this show (s2 particularly) had me on twitter spaces talking about jiwoo and seojun’s depth and complexity for 8+ hours 💀 i literally could write an entire thesis on it—have probably, if u combine my tumblr tags and tweets 😭😭😭 tms surpassed my 2gether rewatches (which @phukaoapologist & @pranpat can attest that is A LOT), and will always remain that bitch

the glory: every girliepop has a lil’ bit of blood lust in them. sometimes u need a cute lil’ revenge drama on ur list and a man that would tell you that he’d kill for you xo

tagging!: @nonkul @itoldsunset @phukaoapologist @pranpat @earthpirapat @dirhwangdaseul @ohmybitna @jaehwany @junghaesin @fordallan @deshimango @kinnkittisawasd @freensrcha @jiustian i’ll only tag a few since i bet a lot of ppl have alrdy done this but if u want to and i didn’t tag you consider urself tagged ♡

[taylorswifties-world]

Champagne Problems

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A/N: this fic is based off champagne problems by taylor swift. listened to it a lot while writing. hope you enjoy! ps it’s very angsty and y/n is the bad guy this time... (and it’s my first fic ever, so idk if it’s good or not, feedback will be appreciated.) 

i haven’t rlly checked for any errors so yeah..

kinda short but it’s okay!

summary: after meeting and starting a long time relationship in college, y/n and harry meet up with very different plans, on the same night.

pairings: college!harry x fem!reader

The air was warm with a hint of wind on a November night, as the couple stood on the balcony of Harry’s apartment. Harry had his chest to Y/n’s back with his arms wrapped tightly around her, chin resting atop of her head, speaking about his classes and plans for the upcoming winter break. Y/n looked up at the stars, not listening to a word Harry was saying. She was trying to silence the many thoughts racing in her mind. The thing was, Y/n was slowly falling out of love with Harry, but she didn’t know how to tell him. She dreaded the fact that she was leading him on and faking her love for the past few weeks. She hated how Harry was falling for it as well. 

Ever since the pair entered their senior year of college, their workload had been heavily increased with multiple exams, projects and new assignments. To put it simply, it was difficult to make time for one another. However, they would always attempt to have some sort of communication, even if it was a brief conversation.

Y/n felt them drifting apart and slowly began to fall out of love with Harry. It was painful when she realized that was the case. She was in pure denial at first, but it only became more obvious in her mind. Her heart didn’t skip a beat when hearing his laugh or seeing him smile, and the butterflies in her stomach were now absent when Harry displayed his gorgeous dimpled smile. That was enough evidence to convince herself that she wasn’t in love with Harry anymore.

However, Harry didn’t suspect anything different in their relationship. He was totally in love with her.  And that was what led to this soon to be heart breaking moment…

Y/n knew she had to break the news to him and break up with him soon, and she decided that she would tonight.

“Harry, I need to speak with you and it’s really important-“ Y/n began but Harry interrupted while turning her around and taking her hands into hers.

“That will have to wait because I have something to tell -well ask- you first. Y/n, I knew you were the one the first time we kissed. It just felt so damn magical and I knew that you were the one I wanted. I know that we don’t get to spend much time together due to school, but we will have all the time in the world after we graduate and I want to spend it all with you.” Harry spoke while looking into Y/n’s eyes lovingly.

He reached into his coat pocket and retrieved a ring which Y/n recognized as his mother’s. Suddenly, he went down on one knee and said, “Y/N L/N, will you marry me?”

Y/n was speechless. She was utterly shocked at the proposal. She found it ironic how he was planning to propose while she was planning to break up with him. It took her a while to process everything before Harry spoke.

“Darling?”

“Uh,”

“So will you marry me?”

“N-no” Y/n stuttered. She didn’t know what else to say. She didn’t want to say no, but she didn’t want to feel trapped in a relationship she wasn’t enjoying anymore.

Harry feels everything around him freeze, as the music started to fade. His breath is caught in his throat and he is barely able to speak. Tears start to form in his eyes. He manages to cough out: “No...but why?”

“I-I just don’t love you anymore. This isn’t working. I can’t marry you, Harry.” Y/n stuttered, as tears blurred her vision. 

Y/n began to walk away, and as much as Harry wanted to pull her in and convince her to stay, he couldn’t. He was lost for words. He found everything that just happened unbelieve. He couldn’t breathe, or move.

Y/n started to sob as she left the balcony and into Harry’s flat to leave. She felt horrible, but at the same time she felt free. Free from restricting her feelings. 

As she opened the door to the flat, she was shocked when she saw Harry’s family and close friends coming out from their hiding spots, yelling, “Congratulations!” Gemma even popped open a champagne bottle. The room erupted into applause but it came to halt when people took a look at Y/N’s face. She had tears streaming down her face while she sported a confused and shocked face. 

No one was celebrating anymore...

Y/n sobs increased as she dashed out of the flat in pure humiliation and heartbreak. 

Is she even allowed to feel upset about this? She broke up with him. She broke his heart. 

[kidflashimpulse]

imma keep it real with you chief: nothing about Bart and Jaime's dynamic has ever read as romantic to me, on either side, but if Bart having a crush on Jaime (either present or past tense) isn't the main thing going on in your high school fic then i'll for sure read it anyway because i like your stuff a lot :) (also the fact it's apparently on the darker side despite being a no powers AU has me intrigued. murder mystery or something?? interested to find out)

and i totally understand that! just like how characterisation can ultimately be up to interpretation it’s the same with relationships and i can’t say i don’t see where ur coming from, i think a lot of their S2 interactions has been occasionally misconstrued with romantic undertones when they very much could be interpreted as just not (for all sorts of reasons both super obvious as well as not)

infamous age gap at the time (being the obvious one) aside, a literal alien invasion and earth-dooming prophecy is practically a constant in the backdrop of their friendship, so there really is a lot to consider when interpreting their interactions (like multiple takes i’ve read about ppl finding bart incredibly underhanded (totally fair and agreed) in the friendship). I do think though that the genuine aspect of their friendship did rapidly develop early on in the season even with bart’s underhandedness, just like that rlly interesting ask/masterpost on kidcooper02 blog about their friendship outlined (great read btw highly reccomend if ppl haven’t yet lol), ultimately it comes down to their friendship not being as black and white/clear cut as people might like it to be.

Multiple things can be true at the same time. Jaime had been missing his best friend at the time, was somewhat of an outcast as a newcomer on the Team and was thrust into the world of heroes/villains, I think it’s understandable that he would latch on to a good friendship with Bart just as much as even with all his hidden intentions, Bart, essentially a fish out of temporal water, would too.

So whilst i HC bart having had a crush on jaime at some point, it’s not because i necessarily interpret their dynamic as romantic throughout the season(s), it’s more out of potential because of plot circumstances and characterisation where i just don’t think it would be far fetched for it to occur.

Sorry for the unasked for essay lol but i felt like it wouldn’t hurt to explain my thought process a bit because i’m sure others share the same perspective as u and i do think it’s an interesting topic to think about too in general. Bart is my favorite all time character but Jaime is very dear to me too so I just think it’s such a cool topic ultimately :)

Also you are so sweet and thank you for sharing this with me <3 i’m not gonna lie, with every chapter or story i come up with i do always worry whether ppl will enjoy it or not, but i won’t know if i don’t try and also what some enjoy, others won’t and vice versa. That’s just a fact. But I have a lot of fun putting all this together and reading about others interpretations is also always such a highlight

It’s not an “in your face” type of dark, it’s more along the lines of the type of dark that i directly interpret from/on par with the show (ig what tv tropes calls fridge horror lol). Personally i love those type of settings so i’m really excited to share it and i do hope u will enjoy it :) i would be very much interested in hearing ur thoughts on it after i do post it :D

It’s still in its drafting stages and unfinished, so it might be a while. But hopefully sooner rather than later lol

[kfanopinions]

omg i just saw your review on baggy jeans and wanna say that i feel like the WHOL album feels very rushed, like it sounds like they got them all together last minute and told them “alright just record a song real quick” it’s so disappointing because this album was rlly not needed if they were gonna rush it like this (AND mahae deserved some rest so) the only song that genuinely made me think “what they put effort in this” was pado but the rest was pretty mid ☹️

sorry for this random rant i just wanted to share my thoughts hope you’re doing great!

hi there 🩵 i’m doing good hope you are too 🥰

oh no!!! i haven’t listened to the full album yet now i’m scared 😱 i just don’t know how to feel with this album. i’m happy the gangs back but it feels like even the neo’s weren’t too thrilled about this one. like are any of them REALLY promoting it that much?

i was just overall disappointed with baggy jeans. i thought when we heard we’d get the 7th sense group again we’d get something that was on par with that song but baggy jeans…nope the lyrics are bad. compare the 7th sense lyrics to baggy jeans and you’ll see the difference. though the actual music of the song is good and i’ll give them a small point for the repetitive baggy jeans part but it’s still bad lol

i know a lot of fans were like “it’s so neo!” but i’m still trying to figure out what they mean by it’s “neo.” if we’re talking about experimental i don’t think baggy jeans is experimental. it’s just lazy. i wanted to love it, i did but i feel like it’s going to be one of those songs i’ll listen to it but feel nothing for which sucks.

i also heard people say it’s a “campy” song but even then i’ve heard campy songs that have substance to them but this just falls so flat 🤷🏽‍♀️ to each their own i guess. but i’m not one of those fans who blindly loves everything cuz i love the group lol i call it like it is XP

i wonder if it’s just my music taste is evolving lately. i’ve been listening to ren, yungblud, and aurora a lot and their songs have more substance then most of nct’s music lately. still love nct and will always support them but yeah…not happy with baggy jeans and don’t get me started on golden age 🙄 someone on NCT twitter said they should have all gotten at least 11 seconds each but nope sm can’t even divide up the parts equally.

but i will say this chenle during the kangroo dance was just adorable! he looked like he was having fun and taeil looked miserable 😂😅 i would too if i had to do that dance. cutesy dancing isn’t for everyone haha

but pado i’m excited to fully listen too because of haechan’s fan cams. i’m not going to say how many times i’ve watched them but yeah… it’s A LOT 😅 (front view, side view, back view, ALL THE VIEWS 😍🥰😘)

but thanks for sharing your thoughts and please no apologizing at all 🫂🩵🩷 you as well as everyone else can feel free to share your opinions/rant anytime you want. okay?

[maxfew]

[tickle-page]

“Being smart is a curse” ( THE RISE OF THE TMNT)!!

A/N: This is a tickle fic based off my fav turtle from ‘The Rise of The TMNT”, Donnie!! Haven’t finished yet, so no spoilers😭. It may seem like I made Donnie this really annoying nerd, but I can assure u, he’s my fav, and I’m joking😭.

Lee: Donnie

Ler(s): Leo, Mikey, Raph, brief April

With Mikey:

“And that’s how I built Sheldon,” Donnie finished talking about his dumb robot thing to Mikey who literally didn’t ask.

“Uh, huh, cool,” Mikey was on his phone during Donnie’s whole “lecture”. Replying with words that’ll make it seem like he was listening.

“And… You don’t care.” Donnie slouched in his standing position.

“Nope, but it was rlly cool talking to ya, D!” The orange turtle waved him off as he continued looking at his phone, exiting the room.

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With Raph:

Donnie examined Raph’s fighting style on the side lines, cringing at his techniques. “Ya know, Raph, you gotta do it like this, or that way won’t be as effective while fighting the villains.” Donnie showed him a “good technique”.

Raph was kinda getting annoyed that Donatello kept telling him different ways to fight every step of the way, “I understand that, Donnie, but I like doing this better than that.”

“Hmmm,” Donnie pondered, “I still don’t see it.”

Raph sighed and face palmed, then he walked back inside from the rooftop.

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With Leo:

Leo was casually skating doing some tricks like he always does, while Donnie was on the side watching him. Leo couldn’t focus like this, so he stopped, and asked the purple turtle why he kept staring at him.

“Only bc I feel like I can do way better at skateboarding than you.” Donnie laughed almost mocking Leonardo.

The blue ninja turtle scoffed, “As if.”

“Nah, frfr, Wanna bet?” Donnie grinned, leaning on the wall. Which keep in mind, he just wanted to be cocky bc he had no skateboarding talent whatsoever.

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Mikey, Raph, and Leo all came together to complain abt Donnie’s cockiness within the last week.

“We need to put an end to him being a smartass.” Raph said.

“Uh huh, tottally. We need to think of something he absolutely HATES, that’ll knock him down a peg.” Leo agreed w/ Raphael.

They all thought of one thing he couldn’t stand, and that was… tickling.

“We could tickle him to make him understand.” Mikey jumped up, excited to be the first one to come up w/ an answer.

“Oh yh, remember that one time when April tickled the living crap out of Donnie, making him cry?” The blue ninja turtle drew a figment imagination in the other two turtle’s heads. Like a flashback.

“Mhm Mhm, we had to console him for hours.” Raph.

“Then we should do just that.” Leo ended the “family meeting”.

They all walked into their third youngest brother’s lair. “Hey, D!” Michelangelo nonchalantly walked to the right side of a very concentrated purple turtle.

“What’s going, Angelo?” Donnie didn’t look up to meet the orange turtle’s gaze, still focus on his witchery.

“Oh nun~”

Donatello kinda got a little nervous at Mikey’s tone, but shrugged it off.

Raph and Leo was still standing by the door way as to not get Donnie any idea abt what they were planning because, all of them standing by one smart soft shell turtle is looking for trouble.

“U still highly sensitive?~” Mikey poked Donnie’s side in a teasy tone, earning a squeak and a protest from the older turtle.

“Mikey…. Don’t touch me.” Donatello warned.

The youngest turtle motioned to his other two older brother’s, and they both took an arm and pinned the scared brother on the back of his soft shell. “AGH!! Guys!!! Get off of me, PLEASE!!”

“Not until u laugh~” Mikey poked repeatedly on Donnie’s twitching stomach.

“Ahahhahahaha, Mikey! Stop!” Donatello withered in place.

“Wow, u rlly are extremely ticklish, huh?” Leo joined in on the teasing.

“Ohhahahahah, please! We all know, youhuhuhuhuhu three will start gihihihigling too, if u wehehehehre tickled like thihihihihis, STOP!!”

“Awww he’s already begging, how cute.”

“Shut up, RAPH!!! Ahahhahahahahaah!!!”

“Hey! Be nice!” Mikey scratched his stomach harder now.

“MIKEY!!! StahAhaaoP!”

“Say ur Sry,” Mikey continued to tease his older brother.

“I’M SRY!!”

“Ur forgiven, but we’re not gonna stop yet.”

“Lucky for you, April told us where ur weak points are.” Leo cooed right by the soft shell turtles’ ear.

Donnie scrunched up his shoulder to get rid of the phantom tickles that vibrated against his ear w/ the help of his older brother. “Please, stahahaha-Stop!”

“No can do, D. We gotta teach u a lesson for always being so cocky, and out besting us.” Raph scratched the purple turtle’s exposed neck.

“Guhuhuhuhys, please! Just stohohohop it alr, I’m serious!”

“Yh, kinda hard to take u serious, Mr. Giggles.” Leonardo his collarbone, by gently tracing his finger around the sensitive bone.

“Please! Ihihihihit hurts.” Donnie lied through his teeth, trying to make it seem like it did so they would stop, but Mikey had other plans up his sleeve.

“Dw, Donatello, Mr. Delicate Touch, will make it to where it won’t hurt.” The youngest turtle pinned one of his arms above his head, and lightly traced up and down from his top ribcage to the center of his armpit. Tracing around inside, giving the center a few scratches as he teases. “Does it tickle when I ever so slightly scratch my way, starting from ur sides, all the way to ur armpits? Bet it’ll tickle so much more when I use a soft paint brush on ur delicate skin. We’ll see if ur still begging me to stop afterwards.” Ofc, Mikey didn’t have a paint brush, but just the thought of it twirling around on his exposed armpits, with Micheal’s continuous teases, made him shiver.

Donnie’s drawn on eyebrows furrowed in fear, wandering if he’ll ever get out of this soon bc he’s nearly abt to pass out from all this non stop tickle torture. Then he realized one person he could call on for help, or so to say, robot. “SEHEHEHHEEHLDON!!!!”

“Wsu, D?” Sheldon asked, almost blind as to what’s infront of him rn.

“Please! HEHHEHEHEHEHEHLP ME!”

Sheldon acted like he was thinking of what to say. Should he help him? Or not? He finally made up his mind, “No way, man. You’re on ur own.” And as if his name was Usain Bolt, he flew right out of the room.

“CURSE U, SHELDON!!” Donatello laughed, from Mikey’s continuous tickling to his armpits, Leo’s non-stop torment to his neck and ears, and Raph’s tormenting fingers on his stomach. Donnie was losing his mind.

He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t protest or talk, it felt like he had a migraine, and he was losing his vision. The three turtles were obviously oblivious to there ticklish brother’s agonizing pain, so they decided to tickle one last place, that’ll get him to scream… They flipped him over on his stomach, exposing his most vulnerable area, and his most sensitive.

“Ok, listen Donnie, u gotta make sure u don’t move too much or you won’t like the outcome,” Dr. Delicate Touch warned as he took off Donnie’s battle shell.

The 3rd oldest brother felt a hit of cold wind on his back, that signaled him to stop them while he still has the chance. “G-guys… Please don’t touch me there. I can-can’t stand it at all, and I’m being serious rn… Please…”

Mikey, Leo, and Raph couldn’t believe what they’re hearing. Was Donnie crying? They’re whole 15 years of living together, not once did they hear their stoic, always serious, never cutting corners, brother cry. They all realized that it was time to stop, so Leo put back on his battle shell, while they gave him space. Bc they just felt like he need time for himself since he needed to cool down after the torture they put him through.

“Ummm… D? Doctor Feelings is always here if u need someone to talk to, k?” And as Mikey finished his sentence, more so question, the three ending lers left the room. Donnie composed himself w/in 5 minutes after they left, but he stayed in there a little longer, figuring out the perfect revenge he can do to get back at them, individually.