#woah it feels like a lot less tags than usual

[pixlokita]

-gregory says stuff in overly dramatic way out of sarcasm-

The mimic: it’s free real estate

[wolfs-archive]

"Woah, now I know why you don't drink with us!!!!" || Part 1

Part 2 || Masterlist

Summary: Y/N has a secret crush on Felix. Little did she know he too liked her. All the boys are Y/n's friend as they go to the same college and live under the same roof. The other boys did know of Felix's crush but are clueless about Y/N. Little did the blooming couple know that an anesthesia would be the one bringing them together.

Pairing: NonIdol!Felix X Female!Y/N

Genre: slightly suggestive, fluff maybe, mentions of alcohol, high Y/N

Note: Y/N is sedated, The Felix or his other roommates mentioned here are no where related to the idol Stray Kids and are just a fictional character. Minors DNI please!!!

"Initially we give less dosage of anesthesia to patients who come for the wisdom teeth removal, since Y/N's so sensitive, we had to give her higher dose. So she would be high for some time, and would come to her senses after 8 hours. Meanwhile, if she faces any issues you can tell her to take the prescribed tablets. Also she is advised not to have any spicy or hard food for a week. Only liquid food for an entire day and soft food for the rest of the week." said the Dentist. "Thank you Doctor", Han said as he helped Y/N get up and made her go out . "Y/N, I'll get the medicines and you stay here" he babied her. "Who are you? I do what I want to." Y/N retorted. "Y/n ah, I know you are a brat, but I'll let this pass once, only just because you are under sedation" a triggered Han said as he left her on the chair to get medicines. On his way to the pharmacy, he met Hyunjin. "Han ah, where is Y/N? Chan asked me to tag along in case you needed help". "Bro, I have made her sit on the chair, can you please take a look at her. She is spewing nonsense. Such a menace she is." Han replied. After the medicines were bought, Hyunjin and Han helped Y/N walk on her way to their car. Hyunjin sat in the driver's seat and a staggered Y/N went to occupy the passenger seat. Not even 5 minutes later, she was transferred to the back seat and was made to sit with Han with all the fuss she created. "Chan, we are on the way back and .... Y/N!!! stop pulling my specs" Han yelled and after a heated argument Han relied to Chan about Y/N's diet and the dentist's advise.

Y/N is usually a bubbling extroverted girl. A beautiful girl who is one year younger than I.N. A person with both beauty and brains, had a lot of people courting her, but her eyes laid only on one of her roommate, Lee Felix Yongbok. Being a bratty roommate with others and making fun of everyone with all possibilities, she has always had a soft spot for Felix and has never made fun of him. The others had never doubted this because, she had treated him like how all would treat him. But be it arriving on time for a class, or making any meal, or saving a book she had all done it ready for him. Often the members would have late night outs and parties and she being the only girl was literally treated like a younger sibling and was never allowed for any late night parties. Whenever it would be, just "Saturday Nights" at their dorm, she would always insist on having orange juice or sparkling water rather than alcohol. The members though knew it, that it was because of her lower tolerance level and that she would be difficult to handle, didn't force her. On the other hand, she didn't want to because, she knew she would pour her heart out if she drank and didn't want to miss the friendship she cherished. So, it was only when she was with he girls that she drank. That was how much she loved him.

Similar to Y/N, Felix liked her but didn't open up his heart to her for the fear of loosing her friendship. He kept it to his heart, until one day, where they had a game of truth or dare during their "Saturday Nights" and he confessed to have feelings for a particular girl. Upon closely watching his previous movements, the group concluded that it definitely was Y/N. When he asked how, each of them had their own answers for confirmation. Seungmin said, "I saw you waiting for her after class, to walk along with her to our dorm, even thoug you didn't have class that day". " One night when I went to drink water, I saw you tucking up her bedsheet " Hyunjin replied. "I saw you having her as your wallpaper on your phone" replied Changbin. He also added, "I didn't mean to peak at your phone, remember; when I had asked for your phone to text the professor. It was that time I realised it". "Not to mention, we share the same room and one day I saw you texting her, you slept with your phone. When I tried to keep the phone on the table beside, I saw a notification with Y/N's name along with a light blue heart." replied the youngest. "Don't you think I know the way steal glances of her during our combined sessions?" asked the eldest. "I knew it the moment you told me weeks ago about how you wanted pasta for dinner just because Y/N had a bad day at college. You have never done it for anyone else" said Lee Know. "Remember the one day I borrowed your book for reference? Do you not remember what you had written in it? The entire book had Y/N's name on it just like how a psychopath writes a person's name" said Han "You have been too obvious with it around us. Y/N must be either dumb or must be really clueless about it" he retorted.

Back in the car, when Han cut the call, Y/N "Bro, where is my love? I wanna meet him" she said. An astonished Han, asked who it was for which she replied that he knew him. Hyunjin in the driver's seat replied "I guess Felix is screwed!!!" Meanwhile, "You Quokka like human, where is my love? I want to meet him. Kiss him... Please bring him here." Han knew it wasn't easy and not right either to bring words out from her, so he decided, "Y/N let's play this game 10 questions. I'll ask you 10 questions and you have to answer them honestly. By the time you are done, I'll bring you your love. Deal? " he asked. "Deal" she challenged.

Even after 10 questions, he was not able to find out who it was and had arrived to their dorm. Han and Hyunjin had tricked Y/N into make her believe that they were at her "Love's" home and that she had to go in to see him. As soon as she entered, she started yelling "Lee Felix Yongbok!!!! where are you?". Hearing her voice, Felix came out to see what was going on.... "Come here!!!!" she ordered as she sat on their sofa, pointing her hands, implying him to sit near her. "What is it Y/N?" asked Felix as he sat near her. A wild Y/N, grabbed Felix's shirt by the collar, just leaving a gap of 2 inches between them. She could feel his breath pace take off and her cheeks now tinted with red. With a raspy voice, she said "Do you know how much I love you? Those freckles and the cute smile is definitely the death of me. In the future, if I get married, I want it only with you and our kids will have beautiful freckles just like you" she confessed. Everyone were too stunned to speak at the confession. Meanwhile Hyunjin, "Han, we were so clueless, the entire ride she was talking about.... was it Felix????" Han replied "Now with what she confessed, I think, no conclude that it was definitely Felix." "You know why every time you call me to have drinks I deny? It is because, if I drink, I would pour my heart out. I don't know what is in your mind and if you don't like it, I would crumble into pieces. i wouldn't be even able to face you" she said. Her hands now across his neck as she pulls him in for a deep kiss. Breaking out from the kiss, Felix says" Who said I don't like you? I've always loved you, and will love you. " as he tucked the small fringe of hair behind her ears. " Woah, now I know why you don't drink with us. It's okay." he says, as he carried her to her bedroom.

Idk if y'all want Part 2. But if you want, please feel free to ask it in the comment section.

[777ymir]

i’ve been testing out the void state and i listened to some audio waves and just kinda chilled, i was going between affirmations and my thoughts with a lot less stress than usual (this is so important because usually i’m like “am i doing this right” “am i breathing too fast” “am i not doing THIS right” and blah blah blah) this time i was just kinda breathing listening to the waves and working through doubtful thoughts, just affirming when i felt i should. i did literally everything based of MY comfort and MY thoughts. And i noticed i just felt a lot better than i usually did when i try right, i was like oh hey let me try to distract myself(bc of the distracted method) so i just started singing cake by melanie martinez cause i loved her in middle school and it’s the only song i could immediately think of (that i knew start to finish) for some reason???😭 (this is weird because i literally know sooooo many songs, anyways) so i’m just jamming out and out of NOWHERE my whole body just like shifted (the only way i can describe it). It’s like out of nowhere i felt so weird i don’t know if i can accurately describe it but imagine like pins and needles but over your whole body and it doesn’t hurt it was just like woah where’d that come from. My heart started RACING and i was like “omg im gonna go in now omg omg omg” and i was just trying to calm my heart down because it was beating like 1234 instead of the normal 1..2..3..4 and i KNEW i needed to focus on literally anything else. i swallowed a couple of times and just focused on calming myself because i was like “wtf is going on” and i just felt everything and tried to keep myself in this state so i could find my footing and be calm while in it. By this point the song was long gone😭 i’d already finished it and i started to go through my thoughts of things are really gonna be different once you get out will you be ready? and i was affirming that i will and i deserve this and it’s okay and i started seeing flashes of what i’d be like and things i’d have again and i told myself that even if i didn’t get in right now i’d get in tonight when i sleep. eventually the feeling was gone (probably because i focused on it ((maybe??) and i kinda liked just sitting there for a bit ( i had stopped moving and i was laying on my side in the fetal so i was in like peak comfort but eventually i just moved and went back to doing what i was doing before. i will say that every time my tv went between ads and the screen went dark (making my vision dark) i fell more into this weird fuzzy state. overall it was crazy and i would love to hear anyone’s thoughts on this. i’m gonna tag some creators i follow because i would love some guidance and perspective:)

@gorgeouslypink @luckykiwiii101 @trynafindbarbiee @voidprincessblog @babygothprincess @zen-shu @prettymindset111 @charmedreincarnation @littlemissprettyprincess @itsravenbitch @konniesreality @lotusmi @ziauhh @arisuworld @chaisshitposts

okay that’s all i can think of, if anyone has some tips or explanations as to what in the world was going on please i’m so happy to hear 🙏

[luckykiwiii101]

i’ve been testing out the void state and i listened to some audio waves and just kinda chilled, i was going between affirmations and my thoughts with a lot less stress than usual (this is so important because usually i’m like “am i doing this right” “am i breathing too fast” “am i not doing THIS right” and blah blah blah) this time i was just kinda breathing listening to the waves and working through doubtful thoughts, just affirming when i felt i should. i did literally everything based of MY comfort and MY thoughts. And i noticed i just felt a lot better than i usually did when i try right, i was like oh hey let me try to distract myself(bc of the distracted method) so i just started singing cake by melanie martinez cause i loved her in middle school and it’s the only song i could immediately think of (that i knew start to finish) for some reason???😭 (this is weird because i literally know sooooo many songs, anyways) so i’m just jamming out and out of NOWHERE my whole body just like shifted (the only way i can describe it). It’s like out of nowhere i felt so weird i don’t know if i can accurately describe it but imagine like pins and needles but over your whole body and it doesn’t hurt it was just like woah where’d that come from. My heart started RACING and i was like “omg im gonna go in now omg omg omg” and i was just trying to calm my heart down because it was beating like 1234 instead of the normal 1..2..3..4 and i KNEW i needed to focus on literally anything else. i swallowed a couple of times and just focused on calming myself because i was like “wtf is going on” and i just felt everything and tried to keep myself in this state so i could find my footing and be calm while in it. By this point the song was long gone😭 i’d already finished it and i started to go through my thoughts of things are really gonna be different once you get out will you be ready? and i was affirming that i will and i deserve this and it’s okay and i started seeing flashes of what i’d be like and things i’d have again and i told myself that even if i didn’t get in right now i’d get in tonight when i sleep. eventually the feeling was gone (probably because i focused on it ((maybe??) and i kinda liked just sitting there for a bit ( i had stopped moving and i was laying on my side in the fetal so i was in like peak comfort but eventually i just moved and went back to doing what i was doing before. i will say that every time my tv went between ads and the screen went dark (making my vision dark) i fell more into this weird fuzzy state. overall it was crazy and i would love to hear anyone’s thoughts on this. i’m gonna tag some creators i follow because i would love some guidance and perspective:)

You were really close to entering the void state. You were in the before state. Don’t focus on the symptoms and just focus inwards. Not on your physical body and you’ll enter the void in no time.

[lpsotd]

hopefully this isn't too weird to say but - i read the tags on your last post, and you said you were on your last year of childhood – don't worry about that!

im currently 25 and im starting to collect lps again, and ill tell you, even though there's more responsibilities, you still get to be a kid! no one ever truly grows up! my 67 year old grandma keeps one of her ragdolls from when she was a kid and always sews it new dresses. one of her favorite hobbies is watching anime with me! my 46 year old mother loves tv too, but one of the things she's crazy about is boardgames! we have a big collection and we all always play together. (she's got crazy competitive spirit btw. i never win). my 28 year old sister goes out with her friends just to wander around town and eat fast food like she did back when she was a teenager. you're never too old to have fun :) you just gotta let yourself have it. <3

thank you for this !! tbh it's kinda hard to let myself be a teenager when i seemingly have so much to do kgjdnbkjgb, and it doesn't help that i have less-than-supportive around me (not friends. i mean family) who are quick to belittle me or dismiss the things i'm interested in. i just can't stop thinking about the time my aunt saw my lps collection and started laughing, it hurt a lot especially since she's (usually) the more understanding one, and it may have been a "woah??" kind of surprised laugh instead of a "i'm making fun of you" laugh, but it felt that way kjgsnbkjgsfbn

i did have friends who actively made fun of me for what i was into (i no longer associate with them, so phew), and they're one of the main reasons i'm always so hesitant to share and infodump about the stuff i like kjgnbkjdbnkdfgjb

i feel like kids shouldn't be pressured to grow up fast. like, once you reach a certain age, you shouldn't have to stop playing with dolls or watching cartoons. you can stop doing those things when you aren't interested in them anymore, not when people tell you that you should stop, because they don't know anything.

in february i'm gonna be 18 and it's a tough concept for me to grab. i've always been told that i am ""mature for my age"" (i am not, by the way.), and i think that also kinda warped my perception of myself, because i've always felt like i Had to act a certain way, or else people are gonna see me as childish instead of this serious and mature person, but i was only like, what, 14, 15 ?? i should not have felt that way !! i should've been doing what young teenagers usually do, not feeling the need to impress middle aged adults.

it's only now that i feel like i have a sense of self because i'm trying to distance myself from certain people (ahem. family) who made me feel that way, and i'm trying to embrace who i really am: i am not mature or serious at all. i'm 17 years old who enjoys toys, cartoons, coloring, and playing video games with my friends. but i'm also ready to embrace my up and coming adulthood, and i'm serious when i need to be. i'm me and i think that's good enough.

very sorry i went on a bit of a mini tangent there. your ask made me very happy, so thank you !!

[mostlymaudlin]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers 💫

thank you @decaflondonfog for the tag !! ill tag @sillyunicorn @starwarned @urban-sith @tea-brigade

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

98!! (woah) plus an unrevealed t&n fest fic, so 99. wow i need to do something rly crazy for 100 lol. what if i do a ridiculous crossover of all my fandoms and everyone in the fandom tags will hate me. 

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

544,914. (again. woagh)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

mostly all for the game and simon snow series, have dabbled in & posted even less for check please, captain america, and one direction! i feel like i’m missing something but regardless my fixations are hardcore, so all except like 4k of that posted wc is for either aftg or ss hahahha

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

all are andreil! boyfriend privileges (4k, T) / Trigger (62k, E) / flashes of intimacy (10k, t) / Would you still love me if I was a worm? (6k, T) / Inside Thoughts (1k,T)

man this is long, rest is going under the cut lol

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

not very often, but i wish i did. i am stricken with a combination of being really awkward when people are nice to me & being bad at interacting with anyone in ways i fear could be perceived as ingenuine. im not sure if that makes sense LMAO. and sometimes when i put a story out, i kind of feel like i’ve said my piece — i’ve put so much into it that i don’t really know what else to say!

anyway, i always reply to questions, because that’s got clear social boundaries hahaha, and i DO love talking abt my stories!! and sometimes i’ll reply to comments that really get me thinking. but yeah, i know i reply less than i could, and i want to like double down on the fact that i am endlessly grateful for everyone who has ever left a comment on my work <3

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i have killed simon snow twice lmfao. i’d actually classify icarus as rather hopeful — it’s about grief & healing. but legacies is just fucked up lmfao

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

oh man, i write a lot of happy endings haha. i feel like even when my story is tonally darker (rare), it still has a happy or at least hopeful ending. this is probably not the correct answer, but i think sing of the moon has a really vividly happy ending. like — the sun rises for the first time in the whole fic! amazing. or maybe my high school au, We Can Live Forever, which is just the happiest thing i’ve ever written. 

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not really, thankfully! people are smartasses sometimes but overall ive been lucky. there have been a couple of fics where ive winced before hitting post, but it usually ends up fine

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

yessss. i guess i mostly write tender smut, bc i write tender things in general. i think my smut tends to be rather exploratory/playful as well? intentionally sloppy and awkward choreography hahaha

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

sort of LOL. once upon a time i was betaing @tea-brigade's medieval snowbaz au, Reliquary of an Arsonist, and there’s this part where three highway bandits mug simon and baz and then get blasted by simon’s chosen one magic. i am sick in the head so im in the google doc like “lol what if its kandreil.” and then i was like… what if it was kandreil….. and so i wrote Reliquary of a Bandit

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i don’t think so

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes!!! and i’m really thankful for everyone who has done so <3333 shoutout to russian aftg translators, yall go HARD

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

i recently collaborated with @thewholelemon on our episode of Star Trek: Redemption, Heart-Shaped Box. by which i mean: i wrote the outline & a few scenes, got really overwhelmed, and jenny turned it into something worth reading! 

i also wrote Good Boy in the snowbaz stoner verse with @starwarned, which was rly fun — we sat in the google doc for like, 5 hours trading back and forth on POVs as we wrote pure porn together LOL. it’s funny to think about this, because lauren knows like everything abt me now but we did not know each other as well back then!!! and we were just like “yeah lets write porn together” hahahahha 

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

right now it is deeefinitely andreil… they are everything to me for reasons i just cannot possibly be brief about LOL so ill just leave it at that

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

i have a postcanon snowbaz time travel/time loop wip that i was going to try to write for COBB this year but i fucked up the deadlines then the brainrot was like “guess that means more andreil !”. i did SO MUCH research for it and i think it’s rather clever and smutty and fun bc they are yeeted back to watford era! but it’s also dealing with snowbaz, who are in their late 20s and are like in a relationship low point/actively fighting when they end up in the loop… so they are dealing with that tension at the same time as they are trying to get out of the loop. and also fucking around watford to fulfill fantasies HAHAHA

16. What are your writing strengths?

characterization is the thing i care most about! and i think that’s the draw of fanfic in particular to me — i love getting such a grasp on a character that i can translate them into endless situations while still making them feel true to self. i rarely let myself publish anything until i can read through the whole thing without any he would not fucking say that moments hahahha. this is of course pertaining to my own interpretations of the characters, which is the only thing i care abt lmfao

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i rely a lot on body language because im always writing abt reticent fuckers who cant use their words. but i think i sometimes overcompensate, or describe actions that don't actually fit the scene. i've seen this described as "cheek-biting" -- like, throwing in action during a conversation just to delay the pacing/further the tone, but when you really look at it, it's not necessary. (cheek-biting being like, "character bites at their cheek" in the middle of a tense conversation)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i don’t really know any other languages! i think i’ve put a little bit of french in neil/kevin/baz POVs before, but my french knowledge is elementary at best. love the idea of it though.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

one direction babyyyyyyyy !! i wrote quite a bit of it in like 2012-2015 but published very little. there’s 1 on my ao3, some lost somewhere on fanfiction.net (i dont rmr my username lol), and tons in my folders from my old laptop lol.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

hmmmmm. im gonna cheat bc i cant pick a single favorite. i always say i think No Turning Back is some of my best writing from a craft standpoint, and it also includes my favorite type of conflict (andrew self-destructing lol). however, i reread both that fic & We Can Live Forever on a plane trip recently after not having touched either for 6+ months — and the solidness of We Can Live Forever actually surprised me, especially because i wrote the majority of that fic while i was stoned and also view it as just exceedingly silly. the world of it is just very rich, and also very very different from the typical character backstories, and i’m very proud of how much that reread played with my heartstrings.  

ok last one — there are several installments of my flashes of intimacy series that i come back to a lot, because i’m proud of what they each accomplish in 500 words. especially because i often turn to those when im trying to express my own emotions lol. specifically, my favorites are picking fights, i don’t mind, swimming lessons, and practicing gratitude.

that was such a bullshit and cocky way to answer this lmfaooooo. but tbh i am my own biggest fan and that is by design — i write stuff so that i can reread it months later and have it be perfectly catered to my tastes. i love all my fics <3

[avocado-frog]

Incorrect Quotes Tag

As u know I love doing incorrect quotes so thank you to @riveriafalll

Rules: create a set of “incorrect quotes” (either using a generator or your memory, feel free to adjust them to your needs) for your ocs or characters!

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Cass: Accidentally indulged in too much 'free time', turns out I've been reported missing for over six months and presumed dead by most local and national authorities.

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Dylan: I have the sharpest memory here - name one time I forgot something. Sam: You forgot me in a Walmart parking lot at 2am a day ago. Dylan: I did that on purpose, try again

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Cass: The secret of life is to always use more spinach and less rice than you think you'll need Cass: The second secret to life is that fresh air, warm sun, and a cup of tea will make your problems small enough to start handling Cass: The third secret to life is that, sometimes, violence really is the answer

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Lily: I personally don't think it's possible to come up with a crazier plan. Elliot: We could attack them with hummus. Lily: I stand corrected. Elliot: Just keeping things in perspective.

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Lily: You can de-escalate literally any situation by asking 'are we about to kiss?' Lily: Doesn't work with getting out of speeding tickets, though.

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Cass, about Leo: They're covered in blood again. Why is it they're always covered in blood? Logan: Well, it looks like it's their own blood this time.

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Kai, planning a group disguise: You cannot be Blake Bortles. Jaxon: Fine! Then I’ll be Jake- Kai, under his breath: Don’t say Jortles. Jaxon: Jortles! And I work at the molotov cocktail department.

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Leo: Dylan, what is the ONE thing I asked you NOT to do tonight? Dylan: Raise the dead. Leo: And what did you do? Dylan: Raised the dead..

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Leo: I hate you. Jaxon: Well, according to this picture I drew of us holding hands, that is untrue.

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Emily: I’m going to kill Jaxon! Leo, completely monotone: Oh no. Don’t.

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Logan: We need to distract these guys. Dylan: Leave it to me. Dylan: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss. Lily & Jaxon: *immediately begin arguing*

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Dylan: When I first got my autism diagnosis, my first thought was "woah... it's canon" and I think that maybe thoughts like that is why Logan made me get tested.

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Logan: People always ask me how I maintain control in my house with eight kids. The answer is: I don't. I have no control here. Jaxon called me into his room the other day and Dylan shot me in the neck with a nerf gun. Logan: I don't even know what a nerf gun is.

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Ryan: *double checking supplies in the boat* Compass. CB radio. Sunscreen. Dylan: Hot dog costumes! Ryan: I'm sorry, what? Dylan: You know, in case we get lost at sea, and one of us, probably Elliot, goes mad with hunger, we'll put these on. Elliot hates hot dogs, so he probably won't eat us. Ryan: Are you saying that Elliot would rather eat us than hot dogs? Elliot: I do hate hot dogs.

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Sam: What's your greatest fear? Dylan: Being forgotten. Sam: ... Sam: Damn, that's deep. Sam: Mine is the Kool Aid man, but I feel kinda stupid about it now...

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Tagging: @elizaellwrites

@bikaribechic

@elsie-writes

Open tag as usual

[woozisguitar]

Another day, another block for writers who tag every member on their single member centric fic for NO REASON other attempting to gain views when no one wants the search feeds of other members clogged with stories not about them… 😔

woah my first anon hate but sure PLEASE feel free to block me :)

but because this is technically an 'ask' let me respond to it accordingly! I tagged all the members on the SIXTH chapter of glitch (9th if you consider the prologue and profiles) and with a pretty valid reason too. glitch gets an average of 50-60 interactions by the time we hit the 48 hours mark (that's an average of 15-25 when we hit the 24 hours mark ) and I decided to change the tags and give it a shot to see if there's any change (see: trail and error method). I AM an ot13 blog after all and not just dedicated to one member. Plus you can check all the other parts of glitch, they've all been tagged for ONE member. (I'll even add a screenshot from my word file with the tags). Now idk where or what or rather HOW i've clogged the tags of other members when almost all tags have pictures of every other member.

as for gaining views, I think its valid enough when a fanfic writer wants people to read their fics. most of us spend a lot of time plotting, planning and writing fics (some of us even have full time jobs) but we do this because we simply enjoy this art and sharing it with others. and when the same fic writer who spends DAYS writing a fic gets maybe 30 likes, its a little heartbreaking. and im pretty sure if you ask anyone on this app they will agree that some fics of some members get more traction as compared to others (which is completely fine! everyone has their own taste and preferences). also, reach on Tumblr is based on tags; this is not an archive like AO3.

also! I use the 'keep reading' cut thing for glitch so you may have seen maybe 4-5 lines before the story even starts AND again it was chapter six so if you WERE curious who its about you could've checked the masterlist or scrolled past it but no you decided to come on my blog and hide behind the anon button to send me that :)

anyways, these are the tags that I usually use for glitch. you can find them on the other chapters as well

PS: I had anyways planned on updating the tags for chapter 6 once I hit the 48 hours mark so I could get solid comparative data for my fics. but instead I got this in less than 24 hours from uploading :)

[givereadersahug]

20 questions for fic writers!

Thanks for the tag @lumosatnight (x)!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I currently have 258 works on my emeraldlove account. Give or take xxxx on another account and unrevealed works. I write a lot of drabbles. 😅

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

184k on my main account! Which woah. Given how many (*coughs* all *coughs*) of my works are really short.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling (166)

SK8 the Infinity (Anime) (55)

Thor (Movies) (13)

Marvel Cinematic Universe (12)

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies) (10)

佐々木と宮野 | Sasaki to Miyano (Manga) (5)

佐々木と宮野 | Sasaki to Miyano (Anime) (5)

Gilmore Girls (TV 2000) (2)

Call Me By Your Name (2017) (1)

蟲師 | Mushishi (Anime & Manga) (1)

ひだまりが聴こえる | Hidamari ga Kikoeru | I Hear the Sunspot (Manga) (1)

Spider-Man: Spider-Verse (Sony Animated Movies) (1)

きのう何食べた? | Kinou Nani Tabeta? | What Did You Eat Yesterday? (1)

8人の戦士 | 8-nin no Senshi | Dick Fight Island (Manga) (1)

Call Me by Your Name - André Aciman (1)

Call Me By Your Name - All Media Types (1)

ばらかもん | Barakamon (1)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

"I'm in. I'm all in." [Harry Potter, Snarry, 8.4k, Rated M]

The Pocket Watch [Fantastic Beasts, Gramander, 2.4k, Rated G]

Colours [Harry Potter, Snarry, 2.2k, Rated E]

Cups of Tea [Fantastic Beasts, Gramander, 1.7k, Rated G]

Sandalwood [Harry Potter, Snarry, 1.6k, Rated M]

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

You bet! I love getting comments, especially on older fics. Usually people don't comment on drabbles or don't comment in certain fandoms, and receiving comments on those fics make me feel like I made it. lol

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I'm not sure! I guess I'll go with 'He waits.' [Harry Potter, Snarry, 300 words, Rated M]. It's an expansion on a microfic I wrote for Microfic May. Infidelity + First Person.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All of my fluff fics! I've written tons. But I guess I'll say my most recent fest fic -- Invisible String [Harry Potter, Snarry, 3.7k, Rated G].

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Once or twice. Then I turned off guest comments. If people want to leave hate, they need to be logged in so I can block them. 😈 YKINMKBYKIO, DLDR and SALS, people! I do occasionally get weird comments. They get deleted, too.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Not usually. I'm more of a G-T rated girl, cause apparently if I write smut, I'll go dark. [Link leads to my HP Kinktober works. Mind the tags!]

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Not yet! But I did write fusion fics/inspired/AU fics before.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I write drabbles. I don't think people will steal those. Right? 🥺 [Please, don't steal. 🙏]

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I've written fics that has art, but I've never co-written a fic before. I feel like I'll be too controlling or I'll be MIA. There's no in-between. 🤣

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Thorki, my love! I'm still waiting on the sun to shine on them again. BUT WHEN, MARVEL? WHEN? You might not think it's Thorki given how little I've written for the ship, but I'm Mr. Knightley. If I loved [them] less, I might be able to talk about [them] more.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Restoration [Harry Potter, Snarry, Rated M]! My only WIP fic. One day! And I guess my Interacting with Unusual Creatures series [Fantastic Beasts, Gramander, Rated G]. It's suppose to be a 5+1 Things fic. There are only two moments. 🤣

16. What are your writing strengths?

Packing a (emotional) punch in as little words as possible. Did I mention I write drabbles? lol

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Writing anything longer than 2k. It's always a *struggle*. Don't come to my AO3 account looking for a 100k plot-heavy fic. You'll be mighty disappointed.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

You do you!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Teen Titans (the Cartoon Network series) and the X Files. You will never see them. Ever. 🤣

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I don't have an absolute fav. I have been thinking lately about a coffeeshop AU fic I written --- Warmth [Harry Potter, Snarry, 1k, Rated G]. I might write a sequel for that.

Tagging (no pressure): @danpuff-ao3 @liladiurne @trueliarose @ashariewrites @likelightinglass

[darklydeliciousdesires]

From Blood, Love and Courage - Chapter Nine.

Well, there’s going to be a change with how this story is shared, guys, and that change is as follows. I’m now putting YOU in charge of its future with an unlocking system. If you want the next chapter, then this one has to reach a minimum of 25 notes to automatically unlock the next, which will be posted on Friday as usual if it reaches that number by then. Your likes, comments and reblogs will assist in building this, to what I feel is a very fair number. 

 If not, then it’s simple. It doesn’t get continued until it reaches the minimum notes target. Your interaction is what is needed to keep it going, and I hope I shan’t be disappointed, but you must understand that I devote time, focus and energy to my writing, and to receive so little recognition for that is soul destroying, and my desire and love of writing is suffering because of it. It’s gotten to the point where I’ve more of less decided this will be my last ever full length story, such is my sadness that engagement is so low. If there was ever a time to be kind to your author when she needs it, it’s now. 

I hope I can count on your support :)

Previous chapters - One  Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight

Words - 4,589

Tag list - In the comments, please message to be added/removed

Warnings - Mentions of rape and the associated trauma of such to come in future chapters. While I do not plan on detailing these overtly graphically, there will be detailing of such and conversations surrounding the subject, so if this is a trigger for you, you’d be best not to begin reading the story. 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

“Woah!”

“Oh, my fucking god!”

“Damn, girl!”

The clubhouse was a buzz as Angel streamed the fight from his phone onto the TV, everyone watching Lily do her thing in the octagon.  

“Look at you, absolute powerhouse,” Taza spoke warmly, wrapping an arm around her shoulder before wincing. “Jesus, fuck! The power in that... what do they call that?”

“Spinning back fist,” Lily confirmed, her friend still cringing as the guys all roared at witnessing the footage of her then going in for the kill, Gabriella’s nose shattering across her face.  

Taza raised his eyebrows. “It messed her up for sure. As did you. Told you you’d hand her ass to her; you should try listening to me more.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she conceded, snuggling against him as he hugged her a little tighter. Taza really was becoming like the father she’d never had, Angel seeing that clearly too, glad for her that she’d found someone who so purely adored her just as much as he did. Well, there was a hell of a lot of sexual there for Angel too, but he knew that didn’t exist for Taza. He’d also managed not to let envy override the rational part of his brain when EZ had greeted her with a big, congratulatory hug and swing around in his arms upon their arrival earlier in the evening, knowing that to truly move forward, he needed to put such reactionary behaviour behind him.  

He was learning to settle into happiness. True, he might stumble again where jealousy was concerned, so might Lily, too, but they’d work through it together rather than reverting to toxicity. What they had, they knew already was just too good to ruin.  

“So, when’s your next fight?” Riz questioned a time later, him, Lily, Angel, Taza and Coco all moved to a table to sit and continue enjoying the little celebratory Sunday night for Lily’s win.  

“That all depends on Larry, but sometime within the next twelve weeks, I should imagine,” she replied, her hand curling over Angel’s thigh as she gently scritched him with her nails.  

Riz nodded, licking his lips, looking contemplative. “Feel like having another tap around?”

Angel’s head virtually swivelled off his shoulders with the speed he turned his neck. “You ain’t asking my girl to fight you. Nah, not even you’re that dumb, bro.”

“I don’t want to sound like I’m being sexist,” he began.

“Before you say something completely sexist, brother,” Taza interrupted, Riz lifting his chin defiantly.

“She couldn’t take me down.”  

Lily shrugged, eyeing him up for size. “I managed with EZ, and I’d guess he has a good twenty pounds in weight on you,” she began. “What do you weigh?”

Riz thought for a moment. It had been a while since he’d stepped on a set of scales. “Hmmm, about one ninety-five, or thereabouts. What are you, one sixty?”

“One seventy, most of that being muscle weight.”

“The booty is at least forty pounds by itself!” Angel piped up with a grin.

“Yeah, I could take you down,” Lily told him with confidence, a few of the other guys strolling over.

His eyebrows rose, chuckling softly. “I remain confident. You couldn’t, carina.”

“This I gotta see, man. Yo, Riz, you got a screw loose,” Coco began, pointing at Lily. “She’s fucking scary, homes!”  

“Feel like putting your money where your mouth is?” Lily proposed. Her challenger immediately looked interested.  

“Two grand says I beat you.”

Lily swallowed hard. She didn’t have that kind of cash, Angel knowing it, leaning close and whispering in her ear. “If you lose, I got you, baby. You won’t, though. Go knock him down.”  

���Done.” She was out of her seat in a flash, shoes off, grabbing the hair elastic from around her wrist and tying her hair up tight, Riz looking on at her with smugness, shaking his head.  

“I apologise right now if I hurt your girl, Angel.”

He grinned widely. “Don’t say you weren’t warned.”

Bishop snorted, pointing at the now black TV screen. “Seriously, you watch that and your response is to want to fight the girl?” he exclaimed, sinking his bourbon. “Really?”

Riz got up, removing his kutte and shirt. “Ain’t had a good fight in weeks.” While Lily went to her car, ducking behind the hood to put her sports bra on, the guys all filtered over to their fight cage, Riz heading in, everyone giving him shit as Lily walked over, stretching her arms and legs as she went. Once their hands had been bandaged, it was on.  

“Come on, baby, fucking knock his ass down!” Angel shouted swigging from a bottle of tequila, glad Lily was on driving duty that night. They circled one another, every single one of the guys cheering Lily on, Riz eyeing her before he surged forward, making the kind of rookie mistake that most people Lily was pitted against knew better over; he left his body wide open, Lily ducking his punch before her shin hit him straight in the ribs, unsteadying him, prime to then receive her fists to his face, two punches, thud, thud, Riz swinging again, Lily neatly ducking under before her leg hit his thigh.  

He stumbled, and she could have been on him like a tiger taking down its prey, but she went easy on him. “Come on, Riz! I expected better!” she goaded him with playfully, Riz tightening his lips as he came for her again, this time managing to catch the side of her head and not stop, hitting her cheek with a strong punch, but oh, those were the only two he landed. He felt something hard hit him atop his head, Lily driving her elbow down onto his skull, pushing him back, her fists then connecting with his face in quick, unrelenting succession before pivoting off her left foot and sending a spinning round kick straight into the side of his head with her right, Riz feeling like he’d just been hit by a truck as he crashed down to the dirt.  

As he lay there dazed, his brothers all cheering his defeat, he had to laugh. At himself, for being so stupid. Fuck, she hit hard.  

“You okay?” Lily asked, offering her hand.  

He blinked a few times, sitting up on his elbows. “Ouch.” he began, his eyes finally focusing as he took her hand, Lily hauling him up. “I er... yeah. Never making that mistake twice, you fucking beast.” He looked a little dented in the pride, but gave her a big hug all the same, taking the two grand he had in his wallet and handing it over. Fair was fair, and she had won very fairly. “Your shins must be permanently black with the force you kick people with.” he then mentioned as they walked out, Lily rolling up her leggings to show him the purple bruises she had forming after her fight against Gabriella the previous evening.  

“Yeah, you could say that.” He shook his head, receiving a barrage of banter from the guys at his expense, while Lily sank into Angel’s embrace and wondered what she was going to spend her quick cash on. One thing sprang to mind immediately, her girl’s night she was having with Angie, Jodie and honorary girl Carlos the following Saturday. They were heading to Santo Padre’s most tolerable bar/club, The Troubadour, Lily throwing some serious cash at the bar to cover a running tab.  

“So, are you getting drunk, or are we calorie counting?” Jodie asked, Lily pouring out margaritas from the large pitcher she’d just ordered. “It had better be the former.”

“It is, girlfriend. It is,” she confirmed, Jodie applauding. “I won two fights in twenty-four hours, believe me, I’m celebrating!” Her friends gave her an inquiringly perplexed set of faces. “One of Angel’s guys from the club bet I couldn’t knock him down, so I did. Easiest two grand I’ve ever made!”  

“Honey, I’ll drink to that!” Angie exclaimed, toasting her with the others, Lily taking a big gulp of her drink. It went down entirely too well.

“So, speaking of Angel, you guys have met him, but because of one thing or another, I’m yet to do so!” Angie spoke, Lily checking her phone, seeing she had a message from the man himself while Jodie and Carlos did some filling in.  

“He’s so nice! He always gives me a kiss and asks how I’m doing whenever he visits her at work, actually takes a genuine interest too. And he cleared tables for me once when we were slammed and El Chupacabra had left early,” Jodie started, Lily snorting with laughter. Angel’s name for Carol had well and truly stuck with the staff at Renegade Coffee.  

“Angie, girl, the man is walking sex,” Carlos began, fanning himself.  

“I’ve seen pictures, yes,” she confirmed.

Lily joined in then, slipping her phone back into her bag. “Walking sex with be here with his brother in an hour. They’re just visiting with their dad.”

Carlos’s eyes almost fell from his skull. “He has a brother?” His yell made half the bar turn around.  

“Who’s also straight.”  

“Oh, I don’t mind that. Just means I get two bits of hot to look at!” His assertion had the girls laughing, Lily sipping her drink and feeling a little pit of worry dent her stomach. She knew Angie wasn’t entirely approving of him, because of what he was, so she just hoped she could see past that, to who he was instead; someone who made her sublimely happy. Of course, the lady in question picked up on it, letting Jodie and Carlos fall into conversation as they moved to a table when it became available.  

“Listen, mami. I know I was hesitant when you first told me about him, but regardless of the scary profession, I want to give him a chance, I truly do. I can’t ignore how happy he seems to make you for one thing, so if he’s sticking around, I should put my big girl pants on and just suck it up,” she vouched, Lily reaching to squeeze her hand.  

“Thank you, that means a lot to me, because I do plan for him to be around for the foreseeable, so you two getting along matters to me.”  

Angie reached for her cheek, giving it a soft pinch. “I’m looking forward to him arriving.”

Lily leaned in close, her mouth tilting into a smirk. “Not as much as Carlos is; he has the hugest crush on him.”

“And how does Angel handle it?” Angie began, sipping her drink. “We both know how frisky that boy gets.”

“All in his stride.” Carlos happened to be in the men’s room when he and EZ arrived, Angel greeting the ladies with a kiss each, EZ following suit, his eyes lingering upon Jodie.  

“Is the cute blonde single?” he whispered while greeting Lily.  

“Very much so.”

This was news he was pleased to hear. “You just made my night, Lilypad.” He took a seat at the other end of the table, engaging Jodie in conversation immediately, Angel seating himself between Lily and Jodie, Angie about to begin a conversation with him when she was distracted by Carlos, sneaking up behind him.  

“My boyfriend is right behind me, isn’t he?” Angel joked, noticing Angie trying not to laugh as she kept looking over his shoulder, Carlos still sneaking low before wrapping his arms around Angel’s neck, grinning widely. “Hey Tinkerbelle, how you doing?”

Tinkerbelle. It’d been Angel’s name for him since Carlos had taken very badly to having some guys hurl a barrage of homophobic abuse at him one evening at the coffee shop, Carlos vaulting the counter at being called a fairy, screaming that he was, as he put it, ‘Tinkerbelle who’s gonna knock your damned teeth right out your mouth, you homophobic motherfuckers!’ and thusly scaring away the high school guys who had not expected such a reaction.  

“I’m great now you’re here,” he cooed, rocking Angel back and forth in a hug, Angel taking it in his stride as usual, EZ raising an eyebrow as he leaned around Jodie.  

“Oh, you wore the tight, black vest just for me, didn’t you? Shows off your chest definition, and these big arms, oooh la la!” he continued, squeezing his biceps, Angel laughing as he pinched the bridge of his nose and knocked back one of the tequila shots he brought for the table. He and EZ had basically told the bartender to pour from the rest of the bottle until it was empty, wanting a good night that didn’t involve not drinking, leaving their bikes at their father’s and getting an Uber there.  

“What’s it gonna take for you to put me down, Carlos?” he asked, the girls in hysterics as their friend beamed, still squeezing onto Angel’s arms.

“Gimmie a little of what you give Lily!”

He considered his options, grinning suddenly before grabbing Carlos by the head and promptly licking his cheek. “There. Happy now?”  

“Angel, you’re so gross!” Jodie cried, laughing so hard her sides hurt.

“What? I gave him what he wanted!” he protested with an expressive shrug, the whole table in hysterics at the look of utter bliss on Carlos’s face, who seated himself again with a huge grin.  

“I’m never washing this cheek again, papi,” he began, picking up with drink and winking. “Lily, damn you’re a lucky girl, getting a tongue that wide all over your chica business.” he then continued, pointing at her crotch. Further laughter endured.  

She bit her lower lip, smirking. “Oh, I know.” Angel just sat there grinning, loving the attention as always before he turned his focus to Angie, who was perhaps the most important of Lily’s friends, and yet the one he didn’t yet know. He asked all about her and her life, adding little pieces of information Lily had spoken of her, Angie impressed at his memory for such details since she knew they likely didn’t spend a huge amount of their time as a couple engaging in discussions about her.  

She’d be lying if the fact that he was an outlaw wasn’t still a concern for her, but she found him to be exactly as Lily had described, nice, charming, funny, maybe a little full of himself at times, but in a way that was amusing rather than obnoxious, but what struck her the most was how in love he was with her bestie. She could see it so clearly, that Lily had met a man who utterly adored her, and that went a long way to smooth her fears.  

“So, I’m walking through the warehouse, calling out for her, can’t see shit because we turned out most of the lights, so there’s only what was shining in through the big windows between the warehouse floor and the trade counter coming through,” Angie began regaling the table with a story from their time working at the automotive parts warehouse. “And I’m thinking, ‘where the actual hell is she?’ as I walk. She’s shouting that she’s ‘over here’, wherever that was because she’s really muffled, and so I round a few other corners, still calling out for her when suddenly, the top of a box bursts open, and out jumps Lily with a flashlight in one hand and her cell in the other, and I screamed so loud I sounded like I was being murdered...”

“And...” Lily pressed, shaking her arm to force the confession.

“I really needed to go to the bathroom anyway, and she scared me so damned much, I peed my pants!” she finally admitted, hiding her face as everyone exploded with laughter. “And that’s the story on how I became a viral video just over ten years ago!” Yes, back in the days of Vine, Angie and Lily had shared many pranks on one another for the scare cam trend, and the ‘damn you, Lily, I peed myself!’ video had gotten well over a million hits.

“Do you have the video?” EZ inquired, Lily grabbing her phone and scrolling through the video folder until she found it, holding it out so everyone could take a look. As he leaned around to view it, EZ very smoothly slipped an arm across Jodie’s shoulders, Lily and Angie exchanging a look with her, Jodie flashing a quick, discreet grin. The attraction was entirely mutual, it seemed. It also meant that the three women took a visit to the ladies' room together once Angie had died of embarrassment at her viral video being laughed at quite as loudly as it had, much preening and hair fluffing going on as they checked their appearances in the mirrors.  

“You and EZ are looking very cosy, mama,” Angie spoke, giving Jodie a little nudge.

She smirked, adding a little more definition to her eyebrows with the aid of a dark blonde pencil and combing them through. “I’m hoping I’ll be keeping a certain part of him very cosy once we leave here.”

Many giggles followed. “You’re so bad! You young girls and your wild sex lives, and here’s me, feeling old and married!”

“You’re forty-one! That isn’t old!” Lily scoffed, dabbing tinted balm upon her lips, noting that it was time for a filler top up. That’d be a week of pain for the following week, in for an adjustment with her chiropractor, getting her lips done and having Hank start her new tattoo, too. “Besides, didn’t you tell me about a certain night that involved handcuffs recently?”

Angie beamed, laughing at the way Jodie’s jaw dropped in delight. “It’s probably tame, compared to what you two likely get up to. Or will do for you, Jodie. That man might be all sweet smiles and polite nature, but I sense there’s a demon lurking in there!”

“Right? He’s probably just like his brother in that respect,” Lily confirmed, Angie clearing her throat.  

“Oh, mami. I know I only just met your guy, but really, Angel’s demon is on full display.” Her words prompted raucous giggles, the girls spritzing themselves with perfume before heading back out, Lily not making it through the hallway with the others, halted by two arms sliding around her waist.  

“Not yet, mi amor,” Angel whispered in her ear, pulling her back against his chest. “I have plans for you.” He checked that the coast was clear before pulling her straight into the men's room, the stalls both free, turning back and advancing on her with a hungry growl.  

“What, in here?” she began, his hands yanking up her dress, smacking her bare ass before his fingers hooked beneath the tiny, black thong she wore, pulling it off and stuffing it in his pocket. “Anyone could walk right in, Angel!”  

He rumbled a laugh of pure sin, hands stroking at her delicate neck as he kissed her hungrily. “That’s the point, mamacita. Didn’t you tell me once that the thrill of possibly getting caught was a turn on for you?”

Oh yeah. His demon really was on full display, the thrill of it arrowing right to where his fingers skimmed, her folds dewy, stroked even slicker as they shared rough, urgent kisses. Her breath hitched as his fingers pushed within her, curling, dragging at her, Lily whimpering softly, biting his lower lip before their tongues swirled again, a feral desire settling low in them both, coils of uncontainable tension beginning to wind sharply as they panted against one another.  

He turned her around roughly, pulling her dress up until it bunched at her waist, the top yanked down to expose her bare breasts, his mouth ravenous at her neck as he unfastened his jeans just enough to pull his cock out, lifting her leg to rest beside one of the sinks and plunging it into her. “Yeah, that’s right, querida. You’re gonna watch me fuck you, and love every last second of it.” The heat that rose through her at hearing those words was indescribable, a magmatic surge that only grew in ferocity as he wound her long braid around his fist and pulled her head back, kissing her neck, focusing on their reflection, the sight of his thick cock splitting her tight cunt wide making his insides jolt.

Her lungs felt heavy as she panted, her eyes fixed upon the mirror while she was hyper-aware of the door to the left, her heart hammering at the prospect that at any given moment, it could open. Anyone could walk in, hell, somebody probably would, and god, how that caused her nerves to fizz with anticipation. The punch of his cock had her gleaming, sending fire and frost through her veins, her hair pulled again as his teeth clamped onto her neck, Angel rumbling a low, predatory growl of arousal. “God damnit, you look so hot when you’re getting fucked, baby.”

Just then, the door swung open, a man of about fifty walking in. “Holy shit!”  

“Occupied,” Angel barked, the guy just standing there staring. Letting go of his pinch on her nipple, he pulled his gun from the back of his jeans, pointing at him. “Either join in or get the fuck out, homeboy.” He turned and left, Angel putting his gun down at the side of the sink, hand moving to her throat, teeth nipping her earlobe.  

“See, you had to know this braid was gonna get you in trouble, baby girl,” he spoke, pulling harder, Lily’s breath catching in her throat as she watched his fat cock sliding in and out in an effortless glide, transfixed by the sight.  

“All the trouble I wanted. Is it wrong that seeing you pull a gun on someone turned me on even more, though?”

Angel shook his head, a deep rumbling chuckle echoing through her ear. “Nah, mamacita. Guns are sexy, but nowhere near as sexy as you.” His words burned through her like freefalling embers, Lily turning her head, kissing him with wild desire, moaning into his mouth, his cock rutting her deeper, sending a blaze of stars glittering up her spine as she felt herself ascending sharply.  

Adding a little more speed to each dragging thrust, he began to stoke the bonfire of her pleasure, flames crackling, Lily feeling unmoored entirely, her cunt flexing in appreciation of his assailing, the girth of him igniting her with the delicious stretch as her cunt fluttered on him, crying out, his grip at her throat and in her hair tightening. Something within him broke at hearing her shrill wails, Angel pounding into her with unmatched ferocity, giving her all that she craved, his deep groans intoxicating to her ears.  

“Look how good you take it. Mmmm, yeah. You're my dirty girl.”  

Everything was wild, fervid, uncontained and magmatic, both of them spiralling headlong into the kind of release that had their moans and groans filling the air along with the sound of their skin smacking together, an undoing of all-consuming magnitude shooting like lightning over every throbbing nerve ending, leaving them absolutely shattered to pieces, breathless, but fuck, so drunk on one another, swimming in heavenly tingles.  

They straightened up quickly, standing and indulging in some hot kisses afterwards, two guys walking in and immediately throwing some humour their way.  

“No fucking in the restroom, y’all!”

“Too late.” Lily snickered, kissing him once more before they exited arm in arm, their laughter escalating before suddenly, he halted her.  

Wrapping his arms around her, he rested his forehead to hers, his mouth upturning into the widest, happiest smile. “You know something? I know it’s only been ten weeks, but this is the best relationship I’ve ever been in.”

She was touched by his statement, stroking his arms. “Why, because I let you fuck me in a public restroom?”  

He threw his head back, laughing loudly. “Well, that was fun, but it’s everything. You, you’re just... I’m having the best time ever with you. You make me insanely happy. I meant it too, after I nearly fucking wrecked everything. I’m not gonna be that guy any longer, I’m not. I need for you to understand that, although I know it’ll take time for me to win your complete trust back. It’ll be worth it, proving that I’m good enough for you.”

Even though it had only been a week, she’d seen the effort he’d been putting in, the way he affirmed everything, constantly acknowledging his wrong, promising her that he would prove himself worthy. She believed him, too. Something on a deeper level than communication alone told her that he wasn’t going to ruin things, that he meant everything he’d told her. “I love you, querida.”

Kissing him, she squeezed him tightly, her insides sparkling. “Ditto, honey. Come on, I think I still have a couple of hundred behind the bar. Let’s go dent it.”  

And oh, how they did. So much so that when they awoke the next morning, it was to pounding heads. They ate, drank back two pots of strong coffee, showered and brushed their teeth, but still, felt absolutely no better.

“Back to bed?” Angel suggested, Lily nodding. “Hold on.” Walking over to Charlie’s cage, he opened it, tapping his shoulder, the bird scampering out.  

“Bro time!” Charlie shouted, dancing happily, his comb risen in delight.  

“You got that right, little man. You want some grapes?”

“Now!”

“Erm, where’s your manners, homeslice?” he asked, picking up a few of his toys.  

“Grapes...” he paused, beginning to dance when Angel grasped his favourite toy, the small Tigger plush. “Please!”

“Good boy. Alright, let’s go get your snacks.” Lily stood there smiling, loving how much her two favourite boys got on, Angel rifling through the fridge for Charlie’s food, grabbing him a few almonds as well before they went back to bed, the bird bouncing around across Angel’s legs on top of the covers, throwing his Tigger plush around and chattering pure nonsense, coming back every so often for a little more food.  

“He’s like having a toddler, isn’t he? Yells but doesn’t make sense, food motivated and loves toys,” Angel observed, passing Charlie another almond and watching him bounce away again, perching on his knee to eat it.

“He really, really is. A toddler that’ll never grow up either!”  

He laughed, agreeing. “So, where do you stand on actual kids, then? You want any someday?”

“I do, yeah. I want two, maybe three. How about you?” Her revelation delighted him, since having a family of his own was something he definitely saw in his future.

“Same. I want that little unit, you know? Somewhere that’s all mine, something good I created for me and whoever the lucky woman is to bear my beautiful offspring.”

Lily grinned, stroking where his beard met his neck, the dark growth making a scratchy noise against her nails. “If we have kids, damn, they’ll be so fucking cute.”  

“Yeah, they will.”

She raised an eyebrow. “That sounded very decisive.”

He leaned to kiss her, nuzzling her softly. “That’s because it was. I mean, it’s too soon right now, but way into the future, yeah. I can see it happening for us.”

Well, if there was one thing she could be on board for, it was having Angel’s babies one day. They were young and in love, why not? Until then, though, getting in a lot of practice for that eventual conception was where they were both at, Charlie taken to his day perch out in the lounge after an hour so they could enjoy doing just that.  

[zukuist]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞

200 followers special

includes: multiple characters (would add more tags but.. i reached 30 ;;)

your name is shortened to y/n, they/them pronouns

notes: thank you for 200 followers! this isn’t really going to be that long, but im just doing the characters i really like so ;; ALSO I MIGHT’VE GOTTEN KIRI’S ENTRY A LITTLE WRONG so ugh sorry ;;

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shouto todoroki

— THE OBSERVANT SIMP

from the start, he’s quite oblivious to certain things, (social ques, signs of romantic interest, etc.)

but when he’s observant with someone, then that totally means you’re special to him. does he realize how much he pays attention to you? hmm.. maybe?

he’s going to be the first one that notices you’re hungry, even if you don’t realize it yourself. he’s quick to grab a snack and break it open to you

same thing with being thirsty— if he notices that your water bottle is empty, he’ll quickly find the nearest vending machine and buy a bottle.

temperature is also no problem. he can immediately tell whenever someone’s cold; but he usually helps you first

too hot? he’s slowly putting down the room’s temperature

too cold? his left palm starts emitting some sort of heat in your direction, hoping it creates some sort of aid

if your shoelaces are undone, and/or he notices that there’s a button undone on your shirt— he’ll fix it for you

will ask to take your pictures on dates, and he’ll also help you pick out the best photo (not that any photo of you is short of any beauty)

in short— people will notice that he’s actually a big simp for you; because of how observant he is with you specifically.

katsuki bakugou

— THE TSUNDERE SIMP

just because he’s simping for you doesn’t mean he’ll treat you any differently. bakugou will be bakugou, and you eventually learn how to adapt to that.

but even so, his simp habits slip out sometimes.

when he’s cooking, he’ll accidentally make too much to eat, and he’ll coincidentally put the extras in another box and hand it to you

he’s a good student, even with studies. but would he say he’s a good teacher? hm. probably not

but if he notices you need help, he’ll sigh, feining annoyance as he decides to tutor y’all, because those ‘idiots’ are hopeless

rolls his eyes when he sees food on your cheek, but he’ll grab a tissue and wipe it off for you— claiming how you’re so messy.

he’ll act like he hates hearing your ‘annoying ass singing’ but he’ll lean against the doorway and listen to you rock out to whatever song you’re singing to.

denki will call him a simp for looking after you, and bakugou will just yell at him to “SHUT UP” >:T

he secretly likes taking care of you. his words aren’t the softest thing in the world, but his actions make up to it.

izuku midoriya

— THE DETAILED SIMP

as katsuki bakugou would call him; he is a nerd

he definitely meant that as an insult, but his input on detail makes it very useful in things like relationships

he remembers every detail of your quirk, your limits, potential secret moves.

it would’ve been stalker-ish, if it weren’t for the fact that deku does this out of admiration for his s/o

so if you so happen to collapse due to overusing your quirk— deku has a detailed plan on what to do. it’s almost scary.

he puts detail in a lot of things, anniversary gifts, birthday gifts, and so on.

deku’s also the type to plan things weeks before it actually happens. like.. planning out the perfect birthday gift

and with this, his memory is really good. so it’s very unlikely that he’ll just suddenly forget anniversaries and birthdays.

i hc deku as a bad cook, so he eats takeout food more than his homemade food

but he’s takes note of your allergies, your dislikes with food— and he finds himself mumbling small details to recall what you like

when you walk out in pretty/good outfits for dates

his face will break out into shades of red— suddenly rambling all the good details of your outfit, complimenting you while he’s at it

“y/n’s looks fantastic as always. i might die from their beauty”

if anyone calls him a simp, he’ll be really embarrassed about it. “me? a s-simp? is that a bad thing?”

just tell him it’s fine.

denki kaminari

— THE HYPEMAN SIMP

a big simp

like.. really big

he worships the ground you step on, and hypes up everything you do

y’all know when irene from red velvet literally breathed in north korea, and the crowd just

*claps*

yeah, that’s denki to you

it’s so blantly obvious that he’s simping over someone, and everyone’s just kinda used to it at this point

he’s just a big fanboy sometimes

whenever you’re sparring with someone, he’s always in the background like

“go s/o!!” 🤩

and he has tendencies to go a little easy on you like.. what’s he gonna do when you get electricuted??

but that doesn’t mean he’s never serious— nah.

there are times where he’s just a little bashful just being in your presence

sneaking glances your way, as he silently fanboys about you in general.

“s/o looks really good today. they always look good but !!”

when y’all weren’t together, the bakusquad was just tired of the constant romantic pining

it was really obvious that he was simping back then, and they’re not so sure as to how you didn’t say anything about it

mina always called him a simp

so yeah!! it was a big relief when you got together with him. he never makes you feel terrible, because he’s always your #1 hypeman.

eijirou kirishima

— THE HELPING SIMP (rip idk what to call this)

i didn’t really know what kinda name i went for this one but let me carry on

kiri upfront is very confident, and friendly. he never shows a mean side to anyone,

and there are rare cases of him being bashful

he’s kinda almost like a golden retriever? since he’s always nice and friendly to everyone

but then when you enter the room; he suddenly goes quiet, and he’s left alone with his rather loud thoughts about you

he didn’t really know how to properly approach you at first

but him being kiri, he’s still rather friendly to you (for now)

when he’s messing around, practically sharing one braincell with kami and sero

and then you suddenly walk in— he snaps out of his foolishness, and greet you with his very warm smile

“hey y/n!” he waves at you, and he hopes you don’t mention the teasing look on both kami and sero’s face

sometimes when he’s doing his close combat training, and he notices that he’s getting too close to you

he’ll be like “woah man, maybe we should move locations.” bc he doesn’t wanna hit you by accident ;;

kirishima prefers to not stand near you when his hair is all spiky. like he’s never conscious about it, until he’s around you

man poked sero with his hair before, and he doesn’t want to do that to you

kiri always looks at your hand, just to see if it’s occupied with something. his thoughts linger to what your hand might feel like

“their hand looks really.. soft. argh! i shouldn’t be thinking about these kind of things in public! im sorry y/n”

bakugou really only notices kirishima’s simping ways

bakugou always mentions the fact that kirishima goes really silent whenever you’re around—

and he’s secretly contemplating on having you around more so he can just shut up 。・°°・(＞_＜)・°°・。

moving aside all of that, kiri always carries your things.

you’ll beg him to give you at least one thing, and he’ll say no because it’s “not manly to let someone carry all of this.”

if you’re sad, he’s the first one to cheer you up— reassuring you that everything will be okay.

kiri’s just wants to be at your service at all times! it’s manly to help people, right?

hitoshi shinsou

— THE DISCREET SIMP

no one would be able to tell that he’s simping for someone

because unlike kaminari; he’s not like IM HITOSHI SHINSO AND IM ACTUALLY A SIMP

he’s a lot more discreet, and no one has really caught on, besides you and kaminari of course

he’s a lot less sarcastic with you, asking you about anything that’s happened instead of just being there

he prefers it to hear you talk. the way each word and syllable rolls off your tongue smoothly, and the way you use your hands to emphasize things

he’s amused.

oh and the way he looks at you? almost any normal person can sense the simp in him pop out (he’s so contained though)

he’s definitely the person that’ll get rid of any bug that’s terrifying you— even though he’d normally just leave it to them

he’ll do it, regardless if it’s the biggest fucking spider he’s ever seen, or the smallest spider

he’ll do it to make you feel safe.

he has these random spurs of compliments during the day

the source mainly comes from his staring habit

and they’re just so unexpected and out of the blue. hitoshi’s amused whenever he sees your reaction to his compliments

like.. you could be really frustrated about something, and he’ll just go “your eyes are pretty.” that’s his discreet method tO MAKE YOU TEMPORARILY DISTRACTED FROM THE ISSUE—

call him a simp, whatever. it’s true anyway so he doesn’t why should he be ashamed of it?

he’s discreet about it, since it’s your business and his business. but you can definitely feel his feelings loud and clear

neito monoma

— THE 180 SIMP

“i’m not a simp!”

[you enter the room]

*nervous laughter*

he had his last laugh, and he never thought he’d be this soft around someone.

especially if you’re from class 1-A like.. i became the thing i hated, ugh.

relentless teasing is amped but this is his way of making sure you remember him loud and clear

but he’ll never tease you in a condescending way— like how he torments the rest of class 1-A

that’s reserved for them 💅

always compliments you, that’s the first thing he does when he sees you—

and they’re never generic compliments either

“it’s nice to see you here, y/n! you make the world better day by day!”

“i’m still wondering what you’re doing in class 1-A, you’re much better than them!”

everyone secretly wonders how you got monoma to like you

monoma canonically likes pastels. spread the word

so sometimes, you’ll walk over to your desk— and you’ll just see this random pastel ornament sitting on your desk

you know who it’s from

whenever monoma starts becoming annoying, kendo will definitely use you as a weapon to make him shut up

he’ll be laughing at the expression on his face, thinking he’s absolutely winning at this

but the smile is wiped off his face when he hears “ok go on, i’ll tell y/n about your antics.”

“no, no! i’ll behave now, please don’t tell y/n.”

class 1-b literally use you as blackmail whenever monoma acts up, and it’s because of how different he is around you

like.. his personality takes a 180, (besides the obvious teasing) it’s alarming

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©️zukuist 2021, bnha|mha belongs to horikoshi kohei. do not repost my work❕

[chiliiscereal]

May I offer a prompt of how the turtles would be with a mom friendTM? you know the type I mean? like.... I think they might benefit from that kind of friend in the group lol (also I love your stories, your such a cool writer keep up the awesome work!)

Rottmnt headcanon: mom friend TM

And thanks so much!

Mom friends are severely underrated XD

——

-Okay these boys need a mom friend badly

-but that’s where you come in!

-as the mom friend you keep them safe in many ways

Donnie💜

-starting with this guy, he never really wanted a mom friend

-when April first brought you over he was cold

-didn’t even bother talking to you

-you were determined to befriend him, even though he left whenever you tried to talk to him

-you became comfortable with the turtles quickly and the others accepted your mom friend nature

-not Donnie though

-he didn’t hate you, sure, but you were too much

-you were too overbearing and too nervous for his safety!

-you’d make him wear a helmet when he used his jet pack 

-you made him put on SUNSCREEN whenever he went outside

-you told him to be careful when rewiring a project even!

-it’s like you wanted to ruin his bad boy image

-he hated it and wanted you to stop being so smothering

-…

-…until he realized that attention and moral support comes with the smothering

-the moment he realizes that he’s all for it

-he’s no longer hiding his inventions from you so you won’t bug him, but he’s seeking you out for your advice and praise

“Hey so I made this and… I don’t know…”

“Wow you built that? It’s awesome!” 

“Really? I mean, I know, I just wanted to show you that it was.”

-praise ain’t something this boy has

-have you SEEN how his brothers react to his ideas?

-he needs this

-with praise comes affection

-I’m talking homemade snacks and questions that his brothers never ask

-you’re there if he needs a cup of coffee or if he hasn’t eaten in a while or taken a nap

-“don, it’s been two days since you slept go to bed.”

-“*hissssss*”

-“I’ll make a cup of coffee for you after...?”

-“*hisses but less intense*”

-you may be good at making snacks and everything

-very good in facts

-but the questions are probably his favorite part

“Woah what’s that supposed to do?”

“Well it’s a device that’s meant to fix all the broken McDonald’s ice cream machines.”

“That’s amazing! What did you use to build it? How does it work?”

-you’re actually trying to learn about his work!

-you’re trying to learn about him!

-he loves it

-and he loves that you’re careful to

-it’s a nice change from his brothers

-you’re someone he can depend on

-doesn’t matter if it’s missions or just being a good friend

-and I mean it when I say depend

-you’re there when he needs help rewiring something or just to simply talk about his dumb dumb brothers

-honestly April isn’t even mad that Donnie stole one of her best friends

-she knows he needs this

-Donnie fully learned to trust you after the purple dragons mishap

-you told him they were untrustworthy but his heart was dead set on that satin jacket

-when he came back to the lair, late at night, with no satin jacket and a handful of his missing tech, he found you raising an eyebrow at him from where you had sat to wait for him

-he knew from then on to trust you and your opinions, even though his often got in the way

-you can often be found sitting on Donnies bed while he works, offering your company and comments

-Normally no one else is allowed in while he works but that’s just because they don’t have anything positive to provide

 Raph❤️ 

-Raph IS the mom friend

-your mom friend energy and his mom friend energy just work together so well together

-I’m talking planning missions together, figuring new ways to trick his brothers into being responsible, cleaning the dishes, and even making snacks together

-“so the mission is tomorrow right?”

-“yep! Should we bring apples with peanut butter or pretzels with hummus?”

-“well Donnie doesn’t like peanut butter, but Mikey does, so both?”

-“awesome! And you’ve got the water covered?”

-“dude I even have caprisuns packed so we’re ready!”

-the others find it to be too much with the two of you but Raph really appreciates the help

-especially during the pizza puff episode

-oh that part nearly set you on fire with worry

-Raph had never seen you that worked up

-you had a fan for Leo, a bowl for Mikey, and a bag of fruit snacks for Donnie

-Raph has to activate his supreme mom friend energy to get you to stop hovering over them

-that meant literally dragging you away from them so they could figure things out on their own

-he’s seen you be a mom friend to them all the time

-but never once for him

-you two were like... co mom friends working together to stop the younger irresponsible three

-until Raph got separated in the sewer

-oh man you were torn with worry

-you nearly destoryed the place looking for him

-and finding him all savage like that... ack that was enough to practically shatter your heart in two

-once he stopped trying to barbecue villains and destroy his brothers you took him to the lair and helped him calm down

-you even turned on a movie for the two of you so he could relax

-it was nice to have your best friend and partner in stopping crime back

-Raph of course was embarrassed because it’s HIS job to help everyone, not the other way around

-after much assurance you had him convinced that you didn’t mind

-he was grateful to have you and your help

-he just wished you didn’t worry quite so much

Leo 💙:

-this boy is soaking it all up from the start

-someone to compliment him?

-someone to help him out?

-someone to admire his achievements?

-oh he’s all for it

-he’s showing off skateboard stunts, he’s doing flips, and he’s randomly pulling you to him and creating a portal

-usually you end up somewhere sketchy but sometimes it works out

-you always have to be ready though

-one minute you’re walking to the projector room and the next you’re in New Jersey with a sheepish looking red slider

-his only problem is now he has to be more careful with skateboard tricks

-he’s fine with a helmet but when it comes to you hovering next to him while he’s going down the skate ramp...

-eh he’s not so fond of that

-praise?

-sure

-home made gifts and cards?

-always appreciated

-but you constantly trying to protect him from things he knew how to do?

-no

-just no

-now he only feels like he can skate if you’re not there or if he goes to a skate park without telling you

-you figure out quickly and still worry that he’ll mess up a flip

-doesn’t matter if you’re watching or not

-you’re the mom friend

-your job is to worry

-you promised that you’d stop worrying about him if he can back

-you didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable in his own home!

-he agreed and you did your best to keep your promise

-...

-until he actually messed up a flip

-you don’t know WHAT he landed on but it must have been sharp because there was a LOT of blood

-maybe you thought there was a lot because you were so worried but still

-you hadn’t even been in the room but you heard his shout (and crash) and you came running

-oh he was lucky you carried gauze and everything in your bag because other wise they’d have to go buy some

-you chewed him out while patching him up, much to his displeasure

-you’re both sweet and sour about it

-“I’m fine! Look, nothing’s broken!”

-“I TOLD you that you could get hurt! I TOLD you it wasn’t safe! Why did you not listen- I’m sorry does that hurt? I’m sorry!”

-“yeah it does hurt-.”

-“than you should have listened to me!!”

-for a while he’s bitter that you were just waiting for him to mess up

-clearly you thought he was just a big clutz to you

-but after a while of him avoiding you and pouting you brought it up again

-“I’m not just waiting for you to fail you know. I just want you to be okay.”

-“that’s not what it feels like! You clearly don’t trust me!”

-“life happens, Leo! Doesn’t matter how skilled you are! You’re an amazing skater but sometimes mistakes are made!”

-ha that changed his tune quickly

-“you think I’m an amazing and skilled skater?

-you just rolled your eyes and left, not saying anything about his comment

-didn’t matter

-this boy is all smiles for the rest of the day

Mikey🧡:

-he was on board from the very start

-he’s got cuddles, piggy back rides, and his own art fan/critic

-lots of baking and cooking together

-maybe even drawing if he’s lucky

-only problem?

-you don’t trust him to go out on his own

-even if it’s just to grab a video game from the store or pick up pizza

-“I’m just going down the block!”

-“what if someone sees you?”

-“I’ll be careful!”

-“just let me go with you.”

-“no! I can do this on my own!”

-you’re always offering to give him a ride or tag along just because you don’t want anything to happen to him

-that means, of course, sneaking out

-not for a long time, just enough to get some air

-but that also means you’re staying up late waiting for him to come back

-he’s your buddy!

-you can’t let anything happen to him!

-he didn’t know about it until he found you cashed out on the couch with the lamp still on

-normally you gave him an excuse about why you were still up, such as a late night snack or a movie

-but your phone and the tv were both off

-he decided to think nothing of it until he noticed that you were grumpier in the mornings

-he didn’t want his actions to affect you so he started coming back earlier

-even texting you and telling you he was fine

-you two talked and set up a deal

-he could go out by himself and you wouldn’t stay up late waiting for him as long as you had his location on your phone

-it was easier for both you from then on

[thecrimsondandelion]

posting this on its own, so it can actually be seen in tags. a more in-depth fic on my blond!eddie post

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“What happened to the Blondie we all knew and loved?”

Richie grins and rests his cheeks in his hands, only half listening to Eddie as he rants on about the percentage of adults who continue to be blond, something about eumelanin increase. Nothing that begs for his attention.

The main focus is on the sharp angles of Eddie’s face, the worry lines, and huge brown doe eyes. Though he looks a lot stuffier than he was as a kid. Similar to the way Sonia used to do him up for the Sunday service he’d be dragged along to, or how she’d put him off to school, a huge difference to the disheveled, feral little gremlin he’d become when they walked out the barrens, or the day after a sleep over.

He was still so pretty, but Richie wonders what Eddie looks like when he first wakes up in the morning. Without all the hair gel, and the polo shirts. What would happen if Richie was to reach out and smooth over the crease between his eyebrows with a thumb, or to kiss away that perpetual frown.

Shit. Absolutely not.

Richie stops the thoughts as soon as they start, panic rising up in him like bile. The panic knowing that after 27 years his feelings haven’t changed. That he’s still so thoroughly eager for every piece of Eddie’s attention, so willing to give everything he has to a man he hasn’t seen since they were kids.

So he pretends to nod off, snoring loudly into his hands, let’s his head knock off the table as if he’s just been woken up when Eddie punches his arm,

“Woah, sorry, Ed’s! You lost me there.”

“You’re such an asshole, Richie!” He revels in the way Eddie crosses his arms and rolls his eyes, the way they eventually roam back to Richie.

They keep each other’s gaze until the hear a chair scrape across the floor,

“Looks like these two idiots haven’t changed a bit.” That familiar deadpan voice is the only thing that could rip away Richie’s attention from Eddie for a moment.

“Well I’ll be! It’s Staniel Uris in the flesh!”

~~~~~~~~~~~

Richie has Eddie over his shoulder, gripping onto him for dear life as they struggle and claw their way out of the sewers, out of 29 Neibolt Street, he barely notices as it crumbles into a heap in front of them,

It’s all been a flash since he dropped down from the deadlights, Eddie straddled over him excitedly talking about how he’d gotten It, the memories… or visions, or whatever it was he’d seen - Eddie being impaled, dying, the miserable and short life he’d live after.

He stays.

Eddie’s there for a month.

He charms nurses for extra pudding and jello cups. Deals with Myra’s antics when she storms into the hospital room with crocodile tears. Calms Eddie down when she’s escorted out. He holds Eddie’s hand, loves him. Though it’s not something he admits too quickly, not with all the stress already on his friend.

It’s 3 weeks in when he sees the the strip of blond right at Eddie’s roots.

“Holy shit!”

Eddie whips around to give him a questioning look, narrows his eyes suspiciously at Richie’s grin.

“You’re blond! You’re still blond!” He frowns, “Thought you said about the emu-whatcha-ma-call-it’s?”

Eddie rolls his eyes, “Eumelanin.”

“Uh huh, whatever. You dye your hair? Usually it’s the other way around, yknow? People having midlife’s crisises, ‘blonds have more fun’ type deal.”

“The plural for crisis is crises, actually.”

Eddie sighs when Richie doesn’t relent.

“I don’t know, Ma always hated it, Myra did too. They said it wasn’t professional enough, or whatever. I wanted to be taken seriously.”

Richie frowns, hates the way Eddie’s life has been controlled for so long.

“Maybe you could stand to take yourself a little less seriously. You should bleach it back, it was a good look on you, Blondie.”

He does

~~~~~~~~~~

Beverly takes him to some swanky hairdressers, the kind of place that’s hands out mimosas to their clients. Eddie arrives back at Richie’s - well, actually, their apartment now. His cheeks are pink from the drinks and sun, and his hair is blond. Styled to sit soft, sweet, and wavy. Richie’s taken aback by how much younger it makes Eddie look, the way it contrasts and shows off those pretty brown eyes. He looks happier, and it makes Richie’s heart stutter.

“What do you think?”

He looks nervous, and it pisses Richie off that anybody ever made Eddie feel insecure. That somebody saw that sweet Blondie and asked him to change. He shouldn’t need Richie’s approval, but he obviously wants it. Wants to be told he looks good, and he does, Eddie looks fucking breathtaking.

Except Richie can’t seem to form any words, the wire connecting his brain to his mouth has been completely fried. What should have been a compliment wrapped in a joke, past his lips as:

“I’m in love with you.”

Fuck.

Eddie’s sun kissed cheeks darken, the blush spreads prettily down his neck. Richie stays stuck to the spot just staring helplessly at his best friend. Because damn it, why the hell did he say that?

“If you’re making fun of me, Rich. I’ll kick your ass… Do you mean that?”

Richie nods silently, barely hearing Eddie over the rushing in his ears and the pounding of his heart against his ribs.

“Oh.” A smile spreads across Eddie’s face, slowly steps towards the taller man. “I should have tipped the hairdresser more than I did, if it’s good enough to make you fall in love with me.”

He rolls his eyes and huffs, Eddie hasn’t reciprocated, but he isn’t angry or disgusted, so at least there’s that. He licks his lips and puts on a cocky half-grin, hoping that Eddie can’t see how desperately insecure he feels,

“I wouldn’t bother, since I’ve been in love with you since we were kids. And I kinda carved our initials into the kissing bridge. It never really went away, so it’s not down to the hair transformation.” He’s rambling, one minute he can’t get his stupid brain to get out words and the next he can’t get it to fucking stop. But he continues quickly with a southern drawl, “Might need to send them a lil ole tip myself though, because you’re lookin’ mighty fine. I—“

He doesn’t realise Eddie’s right in front of him and until he feels hands on his shoulders, it grounds him. Which is a blessing in the way that he’s no longer talking, but a curse in that he’s finally replaying all the crap he just spouted.

“Hey, take a breath, Trashmouth.” He looks down and is greeted by the softest expression. “If you’d given me a second I could have told you I loved you too, by now.”

“Nuh uh, for real?”

Eddie let’s put a bemused huff through his nose, leans forward to bring their lips together. It’s sweet, a soft brush and peck followed by a firm and chaste kiss. It’s everything Richie’s ever wanted, and more. But something nags at him,

“Don’t ever think I don’t want to be kissing you, Ed’s. But you haven’t actually said that you… y’know, with me?“

“I heavily implied it, read between the lines, Dumbass.”

Richie pulls Eddie firm against his chest, presses his face into soft blond hair. “Who do you think I am? Bestselling author Billiam Denbrough? Bookish ex librarian Micycle Hanlon? I was the math nerd, a movie-goer.” He yelps when Eddie pinches his side.

“Against my very best judgement,” He squirms back to steal another kiss, reaches up to hold Richie’s jaw in his hand, “I love you, Rich.”

“I love you too, Blondie.”

[shadowsinger11]

Inspiration

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Requested by anon: Could you do a Fred Weasley imagine where he falls in love with Harry’s younger sister. (Maybe a after the war where he lives)

Word Count: 3.3k (my hand slipped oops)

Genre: Fluff, childhood friends to lovers, mutual pining etc.

Warnings: Slight innuendo, Fred being cute and hot simultaneously

Tags: @self-ship-love @susceptible-but-siriusexual @hufflexpuff @neovannii @jenniweasley @elf-punk @heart-of-tempered-steel @itseatyourdamnapples

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Ottery St Catchpole, Devon, England, July 16, 2000

It was a chilly Sunday evening. The summer air buzzed with excitement and the tender aroma of magnolia as tiny white and pink petals were gracefully falling from the huge cherry trees, carried by the light breeze. Twilight painted the horizon in liquid gold and fiery red, soon followed by mellow shades of dark blue that brought countless sparkling stars.

It was getting the slightest bit colder, but it did not matter; nothing else mattered but the loud cheers and cheerful music, celebrating the official bond between a Potter and a Weasley under the wide night sky.

You couldn't have been happier for your older brother, Harry, who was currently dancing with Ginny, his now wife - now and for the rest of his, hopefully, but not really likely, peaceful life. For the longest time you've been wondering how he'd always manage to get into trouble even as a small First year with no experience in the wizarding world whatsoever. Or, perhaps, that was the exact reason as to why evil-battling and rule-breaking were such common practices when hanging out with him.

However, there was no fighting that day. There was no room for worry and fear when the entire Weasley family and their loved ones were gathered on the clearing in front of the Burrow, chatting, laughing, dancing, singing, drinking, celebrating and living for what seemed to be the first time since Lord Voldemort's fall. Danger was practically nonexistent in that blissful moment which was frozen in time, once having looked agonizingly distant and impossible to hope for. But that dream was no longer just a foolish fantasy to heal wounded hearts. It was there, and it was happening in the most beautiful way imaginable.

And suddenly, all those clichés of a married life weren't even clichés. They were simply humble wishes of people who had witnessed far too many horrors in such a short period of time, and only craved stability among the massive chaos. So when you glanced at Ginny, a twirling blur of flaming red hair and a gorgeous wedding dress, you didn't feel the need to comment on how banal the color white was. You genuinely smiled, admiring the pure, exuberant joy, visible in her eyes and scarlet cheeks. Harry looked just as, if not even happier than his wife, dancing in the ridiculous but wholehearted way that only he could, and old memories of him winning the golden egg, training Dumbledore's Army and kissing Ginny in the common room for the very first time flooded into your mind.

It had truly been a long time since you had seen Harry careless and free like that.

You yourself had spent an ungodly amount of hours preparing the yard for the ceremony all day; rearranging chairs, decorating, making sure everything was going by schedule, only to then dance your tired feet off, and though you wanted to continue having fun with Hermione, Luna and the rest of the girls waiting for you, you really needed a break. And a drink.

Excusing yourself to leave the particularly interesting conversation you were having with distant Weasley relatives, you slipped off your black flats that, despite looking absolutely stunning, hurt your feet terribly after an entire day of fussing over the color of napkins and flower bouquets. Barefoot on the grass, you walked over to a chair next to a table which seemed to have been occupied, but judging by the mostly empty glasses and plates, the guests weren't coming back anytime soon.

You tossed your shoes aside with a sigh and rushed to rub your aching toes, hissing from how sore they were.

How has Ginny been dancing like that for hours?

"Enjoying the party, I see?" a familiar deep, slightly husky voice commented, causing you to look up.

It was none other than Fred Weasley, dear friend from childhood, staring down at you, his ever-present charming smirk resting on features and hands shoved into the pockets of his dragonskin suit. But it was his flaming red hair that made your eyes widen - it was carefully smoothed back, shining under the moonlight like liquid iron.

Fred's eyes still contained their famous, loveable mischief, except now slightly tamer and calmer. His firm biceps had visibly grown in size, stretching out the fabric of his coat just a bit to give you a prominent silhouette that caught you off guard.

It had been two years; he had changed so much.

And you were afraid to admit you had too.

You blinked in surprise, processing his uncharacteristically sophisticated appearance before realizing what he had asked you.

"Would've enjoyed it far more if my legs weren't killing me," you groaned half-heartedly and leaned back on your chair. "What's with your hair?"

"What's with your feet?"

"I asked you first," you cut him off. "I bet Ginny is responsible for this."

"Actually…" Fred trailed off, and, whether on purpose or not, ran a hand through the ginger locks to keep them in place, unaware of how you suddenly wished the hand doing the graceful motion wasn't his. "Mum insisted that I looked my best. What can I say, it's not like George and I usually listen to her, but we thought we'd make an exception this time; our sister doesn't get married every day. But honestly, Ginny couldn't care less about how we looked as long we showed up."

"So like usual, you mean?" you giggled. "Showing up is an achievement for you even if you're underdressed?"

Fred beamed, pearly white smile complementing his formal outfit. You wondered if he used that exact smile to effortlessly allure costumers and business partners at work.

He rested an elbow on the table as he leaned forward.

"Come on now, darling. I know you find my messy hair irresistible either way."

His cockiness only caused you to laugh, though Fred was quick to spot the flash of nervousness in your eyes; it brought him immense pride to know he was the one to turn you from confident to adorably bashful and flustered in the matter of seconds.

He was looking at you intensely, expectantly waiting for you to deny his flirty accusation despite your shyness.

"Nah, Weasley. It only reminds me that even at twenty-two you still do not know how to use a comb."

Fred's eyebrows shot straight up to his hairline, mouth agape. For the first time, he actually needed a second to form a reply.

"Didn't see that coming, I give you that. Courageous one, you are."

Your heart fluttered with joy and you openly grinned, shrugging in half-hearted humbleness.

"Perhaps I am."

Speaking to him felt unusually energizing, as though you had jumped headfirst into a chilly lake. It was unfamiliar and it set your nerves on fire, causing your stomach to twist and turn with sensations that left you dizzy, but unbelievably thrilled. And you wanted more of it, you wanted more of him.

"Fancy a drink?" Fred offered, already pouring champagne into a glass before handing it to you, and you keenly took it.

"Thanks, I've been thirsty with all the preparations I was doing."

"Is that why your legs are killing you?"

"Exactly, I've been running around all day, making sure everything was in order… you know, a lot of organizing and the like."

"It must hurt quite a bit then," Fred commented with a pained grimace. "But I absolutely get you, Georgie and I are just like that when it comes to the shop. It's a lot of accounting if I'm being honest, though I admit he's way better at it. We need to be completely precise; we can't allow any mistakes."

"Woah," you laughed. "Control freak much?"

He wettened his lips, never breaking eye contact.

"Perhaps I am."

You tilted your head to the side, gaze piercing into his in hopes of finding out what those gorgeous brown eyes were hiding. The tiny playful flames in them were eloquent.

Shifting slightly in your seat, you smoothed out your bridesmaid dress and raised your glass, the ghost of a smirk playing on your lips.

"Cheers to us control freaks then."

Fred mirrored your smug expression and your glasses met with a clink. The bubbly liquid tingled your throat, undoubtedly refreshing you and cooling you off. You glanced at the people dancing in the centre of the clearing and giggled - Ginny had apparently thrown away her white shoes long ago, bare feet stepping elegantly on the grass.

"You see, I'd like to chat a bit more with you, but I'm afraid it's a bit too loud here. What about we go to the pond across the field?" Fred suggested, pointing at the woods behind his back. You had visited them countless times when staying with Harry at the Burrow during holidays years ago; the tall trees and the glistening waters had never ceased to bring you comfort.

The noise started to become bothersome, and you felt it even more necessary to continue your conversation somewhere private, the unknown causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. Fred's presence could only be compared to a shot of whiskey, or the sensation of anticipating a tidal wave to crash into you in less than a second. It was wild and the tiniest bit terrifying, but oh so tempting as it pulled you in.

"I'd love that, but… you know," you grinned and playfully swang your sore feet. "Can't really walk."

But this didn't at all seem like a problem to Fred Weasley who only shrugged and stood up, "You don't have to. I'll carry you."

"Merlin, no! Please, it's not necessary."

Fred frowned, but his confused expression was soon replaced by an amused one.

"You said it yourself that your feet hurt like hell. And even if carrying you around isn't necessary, it doesn't mean I don't want to."

You attempted to tame the butterflies.

"No, no! You seriously don't have to, I promise," you frantically protested as you held up your hands in front of you to reassure him, but he only gave you a weird look. "I can walk on my own. I'll be too heavy for you."

"There's only one way to find out."

Fred walked over to you and leaned down, one hand sneaking around your waist and the other slipping under your knees. You shrieked in terror, arms flying to clutch at his shoulders, and heat rose to your cheeks from the abrupt contact. Your chests were pressed together, and you were afraid he'd be able to feel your racing heart. His skin was warmer than you had thought, and it successfully fought off the night summer chill.

"Are we going?" Fred whispered down at you, lips so close to yours that you recognized the nuance of champagne in his breath, mixing unbelievably well with the scent of cinnamon and sandalwood of his cologne.

Not only is he sinfully attractive, but he smells heavenly too?

"Yes," you breathed and let Fred effortlessly walk across the meadow with you in his arms. They brought this new, odd, yet familiar sense of security, and you allowed your head to rest against his chest, nervous gaze wandering off into the distance in hopes of not meeting his. Nevertheless, curiosity eventually took the best of you, and your eyes would occasionally flicker to his, which were now completely black under the night sky. They could swallow you whole, you swore.

Minutes later, you found yourselves in the company of old, enormous willows which surrounded the pond you so vividly remembered from your teenage years. You thanked Fred as he carefully let you down, and took a few steps forward to look around and drench in the misty moonlight that enveloped the area. The waters were crystal clear and completely still, reflecting the moon and its majestic silver glow. The bushes had grown significantly over the time you were away, and you fondly looked back at the moments when you would pick up colorful wildflowers in the summer before your fourth year.

"Shall we sit?" Fred asked quietly from right behind your shoulder, and you followed him with a nod. You found a comfortable spot on the fresh grass to sit, a few feet away from where the water met the soil and moved back and forth ever so slightly.

"It's more beautiful than I remember," you noted, lips curled up in a barely visible smile. Fred hummed in agreement.

"That's why I always make sure to come here every chance I get when I return. But, unfortunately, that's very rare in my case."

For a moment, there was only the chirping of crickets and the soft bubbling of water.

Fred turned to you.

"Remember when mum used to call for us to de-gnome the garden and we'd hide here? We could stay in the bushes for hours before we eventually came back," he recalled, seeming deep in thought. It was an extraordinary sight; for once the playful spark in his eyes was more mellow, there was no cockiness seeping into the way he was holding himself. He was just Fred, the man who was currently thinking with so much adoration and love about his childhood, the most significant memories of it being marked by you.

You wondered, given you ever had the chance to spend with Fred as much time as your older brother did, if the charismatic prankster would have fallen for you like you had done. You wondered, given the chance you had let Fred get to know you better all those summers ago, if his heart would have belonged to you by now just like yours did to him.

Had you possibly missed your chance?

"Oh, I do," you sighed, the tension in your chest vanishing as warm nostalgia crept in like an old friend. "I also remember when I got this really bad nightmare that night. I was so terrified that you took me on a ride with your broom in the middle of the night to cheer me up."

"That's true! My parents don't know about it to this day," he replied smugly. "I can still hear you screaming like a lunatic."

You jokingly smacked his arm, "I was twelve!"

Fred's grin grew wider.

"Excuses…"

This only caused you to stare at him in disbelief and cross your arms, managing your most serious expression, but Fred was aware you were on the verge of failing to keep your stern facade. He squinted his eyes as a teasing attempt to provoke you, smile threatening to split his face in two.

"Alright then, that's enough about me," you announced, and Fred nodded in mock agreement as he studied your playful pretence. "If you're so much better than me, Mr Darcy, what else do you do aside from stealing ladies away?"

"Stealing their hearts," he said confidently, flashing you a seductive smirk, reserved only for special girls back in your Hogwarts days. You giggled, finding his antic utterly ridiculous, but you hated to admit that it still turned your blood into liquid fire. Fred apparently saw right through you, because when your eyes landed on his, they appeared completely dark once again, but, you suspected, for a reason other than the lack of light.

Your throat went dry, and you found it hard to swallow down the lump that cut your breath short.

He ran a hand through his ginger hair as he began to explain, "I'm kidding, you know. But to answer your question, George and I have been working on this potion that should be able to change the color of the eyes and hair. Fun for those who enjoy experimenting with their appearance, but it can also be useful to the Ministry. They're actually going to send a team of a couple of aurors to visit us next month so we can update them on our progress and negotiate the details."

"Wow! That's certainly exciting!"

"Is it? I mean, it probably is, but I've been having second thoughts lately if I'm being honest." He scratched the back of his neck, and you realised you had only witnessed him being anxious when it came to his greatest passion. "I'm afraid we might not be done on time, there's still plenty left to improve."

You put a hand on his shoulder to get his attention, and said, "I'm sure you'll figure it all out eventually. Keep working as you normally do, try not to stress too much over the deadline, and even if things go wrong at some point, don't go too hard on yourself. It wouldn't take away any progress you've made so far."

Fred's body relaxed just a bit and he looked down at you. He couldn't deny the sense of serenity that he felt only when he was with you. Even as a careless young boy, he was able to pinpoint the way his midriff would clench every time you'd laugh at his jokes or ask him to play with you, without knowing what it all meant.

But now, as a grown man, he had a word to describe the bittersweet fire within.

"You know what?" He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "I could really benefit from having someone like you around to give me motivation."

"Motivation, huh?" you raised an eyebrow, fighting back a smile. Fred sneaked a hand around your waist and pulled you closer.

"Yes, motivation."

"Motivation for what?"

"Marketing strategies, work projects…" he shrugged nonchalantly, "...among other things."

You quickly caught on, suddenly becoming way too self-aware of the way you were practically cuddled into Fred's side, hand resting on his shoulder while his were wrapped around your waist. But his shining confidence seemed to rub off on you, because you asked.

"What's with you offering me a job all of a sudden?"

His bottom lip was tucked between his teeth as he took his sweet time devouring you with his darkened gaze. You didn't know whether you wanted to hide from it, or expose yourself even further to the way it burned its way straight to your core.

"Well…" Fred dragged out in his low, hoarse voice, and caressed your cheek with his thumb before slipping it under your chin to guide it towards his face. You could nearly taste the remaining flavour of champagne on his lips. "I've certainly been feeling…"

Fred went quiet as he got lost in the way you fit so perfectly in his arms; you had always meant to be there, he realised. His mouth crashed into yours, hands tightly gripping your waist, and you let out a gasp. Fred's lips were soft, although slightly chapped, and they moved gently but firmly against yours, turning you into their slave. Your palms naturally slid up his chest and he closed any remaining distance between your bodies by placing you to straddle his lap. The kiss was a dance of pushing forward and pulling back, two lovers having finally found their rhythm after years of living in fearful desire. You were positively drunk on his taste, on him, and you wished to never become sober.

When your need for air overcame the one for physical contact, you pulled away. Your chests were heaving with rapid, shallow breaths, hearts beating in synch like they had always done. You let a finger tenderly trace his cheekbone down to his jawline, then it came back up to draw different affectionate patterns on his face.

"What were you saying?" you asked, clearly out of breath. "How were you feeling?"

He fondly took your hand that was caressing his skin, and lifted it up to press feather-light kisses on your knuckles. His lips retraced their path until they reached the tips of your fingers, and he kissed those with the gentlest of touch.

You heart ached pleasurably from the way he was handling you with such care, much more than you ever believed he was capable of.

After minutes of worshipping you by the moonlit lake, Fred looked back at you as though you were his entire world. And replied with a smile.

"Inspired."

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[inumaki-roll]

i was curious how the DR (( nagito, hajime, makoto, rantaro, shuichi, chihiro, byakuya, izuru, kazuichi, & kiibo if that’s okayyahdsh sorry)) & AOT guys would react if their s/o who is selectively clingy w certain people kinda back off suddenly because they just feel.. embarrassed?? like when they were a kid people reacted negatively to their clinginess and would ignore them for it. and they just feel so dumb to show emotion & showing their clinginess? and they feel like they’re being a bother and being annoying too... & suddenly just feel like closing off from the world lol? i’ve been feeling like this recently and i’d love to see what they’d do if that’s possible please!! thank you so much!!

hi anon !! i’m this way too dw HWKWBWN 

i hope it’s alright that i only did the danganronpa boys and eren, armin, jean, + levi but if you want i’ll def redo it later with more of the boys !! i’m really sorry today has been a wicked long day for me bc of doctor appointments and i have to write an email to my principal of my school because of a certain incident so i’ve been a little stressed with that and report cards coming up </3

- mod rantaro ✧･ﾟ: *✧

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MAKOTO NAEGI

- he can completely understand 

- he’d make sure everyone left you alone and he’d let you stay in his dorm during the day and night 

- he’d love the clingyness please 

- he wouldn’t even get annoyed with it either 

- if you thought you were annoying him he’d be so panicky��

- waving his arms everywhere while frantically telling you how much he enjoys your company 

- he’d be so mad at the people who told you you’re annoying 

- constant reassurance- headpats, hugs, light kisses on your face, and lots of hand holding 

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BYAKUYA TOGAMI

- he might act a bit annoyed, but as soon as he sees your insecure about coming off as annoying he softens right up 

- he’d make sure no one messes with you because he can be quite intimidating 

- he stays by your side all the time in public 

- he would mention how he enjoys having you around him and he’s delighted that you’re so comfortable around him 

- in public hed let you hold onto his elbow if you’re feeling like you don’t belong in a conversation and if you got really uncomfortable hed leave right now away 

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CHIHIRO FUJISAKI 

- he gets so flustered when you cling to him 

- he loves it when you’re sitting right near him while he’s working on a computer 

- he gets all smiley please he’s just too cute 

- every so often he’ll turn his head away from the screen and plant a little kiss on your cheek to show that he’s not ignoring you 

- i think he’d rather just hang out with you in each other’s dorms during freetime instead of socializing anyways 

- he’d like teaching you little programming things 

- he’s worried he might bore you so he programs something to your interests 

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KAZUICHI SODA 

- HED LOVE THE ATTENTION 

- he’d literally never get tired of it bc he can be quite clingy as well 

- lots and lots of affection 

- he’d love it if you stayed with him while he worked on something 

- he’d love showing off and showing you how to do mechanic things 

- hed literally YELL at anyone who calls you annoying 

- he could never even think for a second you’re annoying or too clingy 

- he’d bop someone on a head with a wrench for you <3

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NAGITO KOMAEDA 

- omg please. 

- nagito would feel like he wouldn’t deserve your clingyness 

- he’d tell you that over and over again too 

- he’d watch his words carefully to not say something that may offend you 

- he wouldn’t even mind that you’re clingy, sometimes he might get a little like “woah this is a lot of affection for me and i’m not used to it” and may accidentally distance himself for a short time but would recognize that he did that and remembers that you need someone and hed apologize and would never leave you alone again 

- he’d smother you with affection right back 

- he thinks you’re more deserving of affection than he is, so he gives back the same energy 

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HAJIME HINATA 

- tsundere hajime would be so like 🤨🤨🤨

- he wouldn’t know how to respond at first but he’d warm up quickly because he also likes the attention 

- all the affection makes him feel so,,, special 

- he loves it even though he may need a break once in a while, due to his stress 

- he never ever even thinks of you as annoying and will argue with someone who thinks you are 

- like a full on argument 

- he’d  always tell you how much he values your quality time 

- he might sometimes accidentally mirror your actions and “cling” a bit too by subconsciously draping his arm over you when your next to him or always being able to find your hand while walking together 

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IZURU KAMUKURA 

- he’d be so confused on why you’re clinging to him, since he’s not a very touchy person

- he’d ask you this too and he’d understand that he’s special because you aren’t like this with everyone 

- he’d do anything for you to make you feel more comfortable about being a clingy person and he explains to you that it’s not your fault you’re like this and to not get mad at yourself because it’s a normal feeling that lots of people go through 

- he’d  always have a hand holding yours or an arm around your shoulder

- he’d think it’s very endearing that you’re clingy 

- so much quality time spent together finding random things to keep each other occupied 

- sometimes he can feel exhausted or just drained and will just flop himself onto you and just lay in your lap and let out a big sigh and literally lay there forever 

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RANTARO AMAMI 

- he’d also enjoy it quite a lot 

- he’d always offer for you to tag along if he’s going somewhere but he never wants you to feel out of place 

- he’d literally welcome all the affection pls 

- he’d literally go “aww” at it too 

- he’d feel so content when he has your attention 

- rantaro supremacy 

- okay why do i think he’d ruffle your hair as a way of intimacy too 

- BIG WARM LONG HUGS 

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SHUICHI SAIHARA 

- flustered emo detective

- he’d hide his face a bit when he receives a lot of attention because it gets him so blushy 

- he’d be a little hesitant but,,, lots of pecks on the lips 

- he’d also never even dream about calling you clingy or annoying because it could make you upset 

- he wants you to be content and comfortable so he’ll always let you be near him

- play with his hair while he works on a case i’m ajsjkabssk

- he’d immediately feel less stressed and worked up 

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KIIBO

- oh boy 

- he always loves the clingyness because it helps him understand humans better 

- he likes seeing all the different types of affection that you can give and will remember it and test it out on you later 

- he like offers you little things for hanging out with him 

- he’ll give you a flower for just being near him please he’s just too <333

- “y/n! thank you for your time today. i collected valuable data, now saved to my memory bank and it also let me get to know you better. i think it would’ve been a bit rude that you did not benefit from this so i hope you accept this flower as a sign of my graditude and as a thank you for being an extraordinary s/o.” 

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EREN JEAGER 

- also a bit confused 

- why do you want to cling to him ?? he can get violent and loud sometimes ?? 

- he might be hesitant to accept the affection but would warm up 

- he would be very,,, quiet while receiving affection 

- like he becomes so focused on that 

- will fight anyone who thinks you’re annoying 

- when he finds out you’re really only like this around him he’s so shocked but honored 

- he’d try his best to make you happy and comfortable 

- he’d love love love holding hands 

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ARMIN ARLERT 

- bae would be shy shy 

- he’d be so scared to mess up 

- he’d literally freeze the first time he gets affection and would melt right into it 

- like just pull him into a tight hug for the first time and he’d just freeze and go 

- “y/n.... i-i really like this. can we stay like this for a bit? please?” and would hug you back tightly 

- then he gets used to it 

- he welcomes all the affection and he smiles widely whenever you go to him and he tries to hide it 

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JEAN KIRSTEIN 

- he’d try his absolute hardest to make you happy and would cling right back 

- he’d be flustered and try to act tough at the same time akshakue 

- i think he’d like tracing his fingers around your back and arms 

- big hugs 

- you have to let go first on hugs, he never lets go [hes scared he might loose you] 

- gets a little nervous and panicky if you aren’t being your usual clingy self 

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LEVI ACKERMAN 

- he wouldn’t really respond 

- he’d let you cling onto him and will let you follow him around 

- he’d warm up to it very slowly

- and one day randomly returns the affection 

- i think he’d like little kisses on the knuckles or hands 

- he wouldnt get annoyed because he’s one of the only ones who’s treated this way by you so he wouldnt want to hurt your feelings 

- if you did get insecure he would give reassurance by a kiss and a “pep talk” 

- won’t tolerate anyone calling you annoying 

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[bakugohoex]

Ok ok hear me out: a sleepover with the class 1A girls and the fem reader, they all let loose eating, doing face masks, dancing in their tiny pjs or whatever and the boys hear about it and go spy on the girls. Bakugou goes because he’s curious to see what the reader is like when they’re not in school (as she seems mom friend ™️) turns out she’s like a big goofball and a dancing queen and Bakugou gets all blushy after realizing he has a fat crush on her. The guys get caught obviously 😂 ty sm!!💕

“she’s doing what?”

pairing: katsuki bakugo x female reader

cw: language, kissing, fluff

word count: 1500+

a/n: umm hi, this is a request and i’m done for tonight i need to get on the grind again with revising so hopefully i’ll go back to posting once a day but i thought new year a little treat

summary:  in which you’re seen as the mom of class 1a, the boys got to spy on the girls sleepover and what they didn’t expect was you to confess your crush but also for you to have hidden talents that makes bakugo realise he needs to have you 

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If you don’t think you have these boys in the palm of your hand then you’re lying to yourself.

They’re either scared of you telling them off or fearful of disappointing you.

Even Bakugo will refrain from his usual angry self around you,

It’s probably more due to his infatuation with you though.

This boy just wants to know what makes you tick.

How someone like you has the ability to be so caring to the class that even Mineta stops being a perv when you’re around.

He says he doesn’t care.

He does care.

This man just wants to know if you ever act like a normal teenager.

You literally worry about everything with the class.

Making sure Denki doesn’t overcharge himself and become well dumb.

Making sure Ururaka doesn’t use her quirk too much to make her puke.

Even making sure Deku’s injuries arent as bad as they really are.

This man follows the rest of the boys to the girls sleepover and is in shock.

Utter shock at the sights of you doing the Tiktok dance Mina had been begging you to do.

The facemasks and music played in the common area on the bottom floor, the tight shirts and shorts on all the girls. You all had been playing truth or dare with masks you and Mina had bought hours prior. Ready to peel off the masks and toss them in the bin hopefully feeling refreshed and rehydrated. The Saturday night sleepover had been a sacred ritual for months now, the boys being banned from even daring to step one-foot downstairs.

“Truth or dare, Y/n.” Ururaka giggled with the tea that Momo had made in her grasp.

You thought looking around the group, “truth.”

The boys had finally got the nerve to come crawling down. They hid in the kitchen listening in, Mineta being locked in his room due to him being well a pervert. Even Bakugo stood alongside the group of his own free will, they were all listening in, watching how you were waiting for the truth question.

His eyes perked upwards listening into round faces question, he didn’t care about the rest of the girls. He just wanted to see how you were outside the comfort of class and school, of course he had seen you in your less worrying state but this, your shorts shorter than normal. Your shirt peaking upwards towards your stomach, he waited and waited until the words dripped from round faces mouth.

“Out of all the boys in the class who would you date?” It was unexpected and he hoped he said you, it was a wish, knowing how close you were with Todoroki and Midoriya he didn’t expects his name to ever come from a question like that.

He watched you think, your eyes looked tired but still happy before you confessed, “100% Bakugo.”

“Y/n I cant believe you’re actually into the angry Pomeranian.” Momo spoke up.

“Hey, it’s not my fault, like he’s not that angry with me and he’s just I don’t know, I think he’d be an amazing boyfriend.” You confessed the truth, knowing Bakugo would never found out so you didn’t care, “also he’s so fucking attractive.”

They laugh as the truth and dare continued, the boys had looked at Bakugo, his face beet red and his eyes were a lot softer. “She…she likes me.” He whispers.

“Now you can ask her out.” Kirishima nudged him with his shark teeth grinned.

“Shut it.” He muttered allowed not to anyone in particular. You liked him, you saw more past the anger and thought he’d be a good boyfriend. Hell you ever called him attractive, it fuelled his ego and he wanted to see even more.

The boys continued to listen in, “this was a waste of time.” Tokoyami muttered having been dragged here. He left with some others, Bakugo hadn’t noticed but Midoriya stayed talking to Todoroki and Sero and Kirishima and Denki paid attention to the girls so Bakugo wouldn’t feel self-conscious about staying to here you speak. Well Denki mostly stayed thinking that a pillow fight would occur soon enough.

“Y/n, let’s make the Tiktok dance.” She gestured; this perked Bakugo’s ears but he was unable to move. You weren’t going to dance; you were too pristine and clean to dance to a Tiktok song.

“Woah Y/n’s a fucking good dancer.”

“She’s doing what?” He listened to the sound of oops! By yung gravy, it had been playing in Mina’s phone for the past week and Bakugo had gotten sick of it.

But clearly you had learnt the dance as you did it with ease with Mina, you both did the dance with a swing in your step, he watched in awe at how your body moved. Heavily attracted to you and enticed by your movement. He continued to stare, moving his body to lean against the wall in view of the girls as he watched you. He needed you, he craved you and most of all he didn’t care who knew about their spying at all. 

“Agh.” Hagakure belched out, making you all stop. You noticed Bakugo’s eyes skim you up and down.

You looked at how the other boys fell out of the kitchen, silence occurred but Bakugo stayed leaning against the wall eyes directly facing you. “How long were you guys there?” You ask, “tell me.”

“Long enough.” Sero spoke to ease the tension.

You heard the noise of stomping down the corridor seeing an agitated Iida, “I told you all there would be consequences if you followed Kaminari.” The blame had shifted to the boy who jolted out of there Jirio and Tsu chasing after him.

Momo, Mina, Hagakure and Ururaka looked between you and Bakugo all knowing he had heard the words that had supposed to have been private. “Let’s go.” Kirishima muttered making the boys leave except Bakugo, the girls looked before collecting there things and scurrying away themselves.

Mina mouthed a sorry before you moved towards your discarded hoodie about to put it on, “leave it.”

It was a command rather than a suggestion and you obliged, tossing it with your things. Before sitting on the sofa, he sat beside you in silence, you looked down not wanting to meet his gaze, “Iida was right, you shouldn’t have been watching us.”

“Really you going to tell me off to avoid the real matter.” He pulled at his hair and action that made your stomach churn with butterflies.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You lied.

He laughs cocking his head back before meeting your gaze, “you’re the one who said I’d be an amazing boyfriend and called me fucking attractive.”

“I…” You couldn’t lie he had repeated the words, word for word.

He moved closer grabbing your jaw with his rough hands. “You could’ve just told me.” He spoke making your face move closer to his own. His lips brushing against your neck, his hot breath fanning your exposed skin.

“Bakugo.”

“Katsuki, you already think I’m fucking attractive, so call me Katsuki you brat.” You took in a sharp breath, his hand still on your jaw, your cheeks squished between his fingers. “I saw you do that Tiktok, showing yourself off like that to everybody, only I can see that, not those shitty extras, only me.”

You hummed in agreement feeling intoxicated by his voice waiting for him to continue, “you want to be mine, want to be my fucking girl don’t you.”

His thumb brushed against your lips, a soft moan of a “yes” erupted from your mouth. It was beauty to his ears, he felt you lick your lips brushing his thumb.

“Prove it then.” It was another command, he needed you to beg, needed you to prove that you wanted to be his. “Beg for me.”

He brushed his thumb across your cheek, you closed your eyes, “I want to…to kiss you.” It was torture to say, torture to admit that you craved his touch even more.

“That’s all I wanted to here baby girl.” He let go of your grabbing your waist and bringing you closer to him.  “You’re a lot more than an irritating worrier than I thought.”

“Katsuki.” You pout, “I thought being nice would make people like me.”

“Be yourself idiot.” He spoke.

“O…” Before you could agree his lips smashed onto your own.

He spoke through the kiss as he nibbled on your bottom lip, “shut up.” You nodded wanting to feel his tongue inside of you, teeth banging together. His touch sending shivers down your spine, feeling him kiss you with such passion that drives you crazy.

His lips were exactly how you expected them to be, rough and able to bruise your own. Your lips felt sore, felt bitten and wary. You felt his tongue guide your own, you followed his movement, his hands in your hair pulling you closer.

He let go taking a breath, watching your dazed position on top of his lap. “Fuck, we should ugh…” He didn’t know how to speak your figure on him making his ears perk red.  “…go out or something, I don’t care.”

“I’d love too Katsuki.” You smile, you hadn’t expected his next movement. His arms wrapping around your waist into a hug, the words you had said prior about being an amazing boyfriend. Had shot something inside of him, you believed he would be good at something, and maybe even maybe you believed he would be your amazing boyfriend.

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