#M!A aw beans

[but-the-desserts-were-okay]

Everyone on this godawful website is like “defend bad art!” and “love yourself enough to make the art you want to!!” until they see a self insert fic in a character tag, at which point they WILL bitch and moan and shit their pants over it.

#not that self insert fic is inherently bad. but to these folks i guess it is #the person writing self insert fic every few days bc theyre passionate about a character/work is uh. not the blight you think it is #(and also a better artist than these high and mighty types) #whoops who said that #you wish you had the artistic output of someone wordvomiting about -spins wheel- hm it landed between aliens and vampires #also why do the critics always call these fics straight just because theyre m/f? oh its the bi erasure again? aw beans #it wont kill you to just… block a writer you dont wanba see you guys know that right #some thoughts.txt

[moneyndior]

୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ she said, ‘fuck me like i’m famous.’ i said, ‘okay.’⋄ 𓍯

…IN WHICH—i have thoughts about brothers best friend!luke

tags/warnings: luke x fem!reader, loser!luke, protective!brother, unnamed brother, secret relationship, outside of chb, reader is drunk/drinking, reader is mentioned to be younger, suggestive content at the end/nearing smut, not proofread.

ೃauthor notes⁀➷ is this fandom dead or what. also i was mad insane for writing the ending to this LMFAOO DONT SMOKE WEED OR THIS IS THE OUTCOME‼️

—brother best friend!luke who was told to stay away from you.

“dude, seriously. stop staring—that’s my little sister.”

“i’m not staring. don’t make it weird.”

luke muttered, lying straight out of his teeth. he clicked his tongue as he crossed his arms, rolling his shoulders.

his eyes were locked onto you as you rushed around the living room, rushing down the halls. you struggled to put on this earring, lips in a straight line before groaning in annoyance.

you looked gorgeous. you were getting ready for god knows what, but luke didn’t need to know to know that you were the type of girl guys like him would kill for.

you noticed his staring and waved quickly, rushing back into your room. he had only a second to wave back. luke tried to make it subtle—but he clearly didn’t try hard enough.

“what did i just say, man?”

“can i not wave to your sister?”

“no.”

your brother snapped before closing his door, throwing the play station controller toward luke, maybe a little harder than he should’ve.

—brothers best friend!luke who does anything to have some alone time with you.

he seen you walk past your brothers room late at night, using your phone flashlight to navigate through the hallway. your brother was asleep on the bean bag chair, the tv remote loosely in his grip.

luke figured you were going to the kitchen, so he obviously followed. he hugged the wall, the kitchen illuminating from the fridge light.

“hey.”

“holy fuck, luke!”

you shout-whispered after jumping. he didn’t mean to scare you—but it sure was funny. he chuckled quietly as he leaned onto the counter, tilting his head. you had a soda in your hand, a piece of bread in your mouth.

“you scared the shit out of me.”

“aw, ‘m sorry.”

“no you ain’t.”

you narrowed your eyes to him, pinching your brows together. a snicker left your throat as you seen luke shrug, chuckling as he tightened his lips.

“yeah. you’re right.”

he admitted with no issue, seemingly taking pride in it. luke adjusted his position, towering over you as he stood with his arms crossed.

“so…what’re you doing up this late, hm?”

“what are you doing up this late? shouldn’t you and my brother be doing whatever stupid stuff you two do?”

“touché. but no—he’s asleep.”

“you poor thing.”

you muttered before turning on your heel, walking toward your room, leaving luke in the dark. he exhaled, his shoulders dropping as he waited an extra minute at hearing you slowly close your door.

luke ran his fingers through his hair, his hands on the counter as he tried to regain his posture.

“fuck.”

he mumbled to himself, trying to get the flush off his face as he went back to how you looked in those shorts and tank top.

—brother’s best friend!luke who takes care of you when you got a little too drunk at a party.

“c’mon, hold my hand.”

“take me out to dinner first, luke.”

you slurred out your words, giggling as you wrapped your arms around his, looking up at him. you looked up at him while fluttering your lashes, lips slightly separated.

if you weren’t drunk, luke would’ve kissed you right then and there.

“i’m taking you home.”

“awh…”

you dragged out, pouting as you stumbled over your own two feet. luke instinctively wrapped an arm around your waist, guiding you. even though you paid no mind to it—luke’s ears were burning hot and his face was bright red.

he leaned you onto his car as he opened the passenger door, guiding you to sit down with an arm still around you.

luke quickly tried to start the car, trying to avoid eye contact with you before he felt you kiss his cheek. you giggled before humming,

“thank you, luke. you’re so sweet, and cute, and smart, and…uhm.”

“mhm. you’re very welcome.”

he mumbled, his voice cracking. luke’s eyebrows knitted together as you giggled again.

“you’re too good f’my brother. god—why do you hang out with him more than me? what does he have that i don’t?”

you pouted, lips twitching as you tugged on his sweatshirt’s sleeve. luke reached out, patting your head as he kept his eyes forward.

“i, uhm—i don’t know.”

“exactly! spend more time with me. please, luke?”

you pleaded, slurring your words once again. luke gulped before nodding, all of his self respect gone. if the girl of his dreams was asking him, luke castellan, to spend time with her—he can’t decline.

—brother’s best friend!luke who can’t seem to keep a secret that well.

“luke, my brother’s in the next room.”

you complained between kisses, luke pressing up against you. his hands were gripping your hips, the mattress below you two squeaking as he pushed you down against it.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry. you just,”

luke paused, letting out a quiet whimper before finishing his sentence.

“you looked so good. i couldn’t help myself. i’m sorry, baby.”

you chuckled at hearing his continuous apologies. luke felt you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

“gods, you’re so good to me, y/n.”

he whined, cupping your cheeks with a knee between your legs. luke hooked a finger around the waistband of your shorts, pulling away. he looked at you with pleading eyes, shifting down toward your shorts and back up at you.

“yeah. you can.”

with the given permission, he wasted noses time pulling them down your legs. luke kissed your cheek, trailing down to your collarbone.

“so good—too good f’me.”

#— luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #percy jackson x reader #luke castellan blurb #luke castellan imagine #pjo x reader #loser!luke x reader #brothers best friend!luke #brothers best friend!luke x reader #ALSO I’LL POST THE ARES!READER SOON #TRUST

[vaspider]

I can't tell you how fucking good my Thursday was. Like, I'm still processing it.

A few months ago, my cousin, the incredibly talented surgeon, got out of Burning Man right before people got stuck there. I had been checking her Facebook bc I was worried about her, even though we didn't talk much. She's half a dozen years younger than me, and her mom is my dad's baby sister.

I kind of dropped out of contact with most of my cousins when I went to college - I went off to be the weird one, the queer one, the one who didn't get a degree, while most of the rest of that generation... didn't do that. I accepted my status as "rainbow sheep" and figured me and my brother were all I needed.

It never really occurred to me that my cousins wouldn't be as judgmental as their mother. I just assumed they were all kinda looking at me out of the corners of their eyes, the same way their parents do.

My cousin M messaged me and asked if she could call, because Burning Man was the last on a long list of things which had gone wrong recently, and she needed someone to talk to who would understand.

We talked for three hours. Turns out that being the oldest of three in this family and either being or being assumed as a girl gives us an awful lot in common.

We talk pretty much all the time now in texts and on the phone. Turns out that her baby brother - who was 2 when I went to college - lives in town, and her sister just moved out here, too.

Then I found out she was coming up to visit her sister over the holiday and, with 48h notice, invited everybody to our house for dinner. No problem - I just put together turkey, fresh cranberry sauce, canberry sauce, stuffing, green bean casserole, cheese ball, biscuits, mashed potatoes, sweet potato casserole, pumpkin pie, pecan pie, two kinds of fudge, all gluten-free, by keeping a running task list so anybody who was in the kitchen microwaving soup or whatever could scrub or chop something. I will always cook like the entire Jewish population of Portland might show up at a moment's notice.

All of which led to the moment after Thanksgiving dinner when M hugged Evie as they packed up to go and said, "Yay! More family!" after an afternoon of chatter and everybody pitching in to help finish dinner.

So like... reach out to your cousins, if you haven't talked to 'em much since you became adults. It might not work out.

Then again, it might.

#personal #family #I'm helping M look for jobs up here #if both M and Jake move here i might explode from joy

[tarjapearce]

Can we get a little story or something of how would Miguel take care of pregnant mama? Like I KNOW he would do the most and go the extra mile. But can we get it in your words?

Pregnancy Cares With Miguel ~ ✨

Warning: Pure fluff and a mild squeeze of nsfw.

Let's meet this weekend. MJ and I found this new place. And the hamburgers? God. 🤌🏻🤌🏻. They have these amazing artisanal beer.

You pouted at the screen. You wanted to go for a burger, but for some reason, you retched at the smell of beef. It was a big no for you. Plus you couldn't drink, for obvious reasons.

I need an outing so badly. Need a drink, work is getting so stressful. This weekend or the next one?

Jessica replied as MJ sent a ':) ' emoji on the group chat.

Can't go :(

What? Why tf no? You've been telling me you need a break. 😐

🤰

Miguel had sent the emoji and you rolled your eyes

I WAS SUPPOSED TO TELL THEM MIGUEL!!!

Wait... Fr?! 😱

OMG ❤️

MJ texted as the rest appeared as typing.

OMG Imma be an auntie!!?? 😳

Boy or Girl?

We don't know yet

You don't know 👀

Stop. Playing.

🤭🤭

SPILL OUT THE BEANS 🙄

Peter had sent a nervous gif and you cackled.

You'll find out tomorrow 😊

I swear if you don't tell

😏😏 What's gonna happen?

Guys... Im pretty sure these sort of things got you in the current situation you're in, can you not do this in the chat please?

FR

MJ just sent a 🤭 emoji.

Fine, woosies. It's a girl. ❤️❤️💖

SHUT UP 🥹🥹

MJ sent another gif exploding in hearts

Congrats on both 🎉🎉

Miguel remained quiet. You pouted.

What you didn't know is that when he came home, he'd get you a lovely bouquet of tulips and some pickles. He'd just pulled your grumpy self into a tight loving hug as he kissed your temple repeatedly until your mood vanished.

"A girl? Really? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Cause the doctor just sent me the results! And you ruined the surprise. I wanted to tell them in a different way!"

"Yeah, yeah. It's a girl! You know what that means?"

"That I'm gonna get so fat?"

"No, mensa. And even if you did, I'd still hit that." (Dummy)

"Not funny" Your cheeks flushed softly as he chuckled.

"Means that we can finally paint her room"

Your eyes swelled up in tears upon hearing him speak so softly and lovingly. He was excited. You could tell by the little flush in his ears.

"Shopping day tomorrow?"

"Ps obvio" (Obviously )

You giggled.

.----

Ever since you told Miguel you both were expecting a girl, it was like a switch turned in him.

He'd cuddle you with such care, he'd think you'd break. Wich was annoying to you since you missed sleeping ontop of him.

And when the cravings started? Dios mío.

"M-Miguel" You'd whimper as you wiped your eyes. He'd startle and instantly go in alert mode.

"¿Qué pasó? ¿Tas bien?" (What's wrong? You ok?)

You hiccuped and weeped "We have no pickles."

He'd stare at you, trying to process the correct emotion to feel in this situation.

"You're crying cause we don't... have pickles"

"Don't be mean!"

You'd hit him softly with a pillow and curled back to your bed.

"Ok, ok, Don't cry? I'll go to the... the store. Be right back."

"Can I have Nutella too?"

"Uh, sure."

Drowsy eyes looked at the clock. 2 am. On another time, he'd surely would ignore the senseless petition and talk to go back to sleep. But how could he do that when you were pregnant? He was an ass sometimes, but with a pregnant you? Never.

He went to the store, to his dismay there was only two small pickle jars, and they were inside a lady's basket.

... Puta madre...

Why was everyone suddenly in the crave for pickles?

He didn't have to elaborate much and explained the lady. She just laughed it off and kindly surrendered them to him.

"Cravings? Oh boy. You better buy her the three jar packs. And avoid wearing too strong colognes infront of her! It might get her queasy."

"Thanks" With a polite smile he paid for the pickles and went home.

You were waiting for him, teary eyed and pouty. He opened the jar of pickles for you and stared at you with awe and a mild disgust as you dipped one of the pickles inside the Nutella and scarfed the veggie down with such hunger it made you cry again.

"Its so good."

His shoulders slumped with a sigh and wiped your chin.

"You're such a weirdo."

"Want some?"

"No, thanks. Keep eating"

"But I'll get fat"

"It's normal to gain weight during pregnancy."

"You'd love me if I was chubbier right?"

"Yes. I would. Eat your... thing."

He'd chuckle watch you eat until you were satisfied. three pickles in total with half the bottle of Nutella.

The next day he got you a small pack of pickles and two big bottles of that sweet spread to then rub your feet.

---

As time went on and your belly grew, the doctor appointments never got skipped or missed. He was there making sure everything was in order. His big hand hugging yours in a secure embrace as you got your ultrasounds. Everything was going perfectly.

The most dangerous months had passed and he allowed to breathe a bit more.

He had refused when you told him you wanted to work from home. Even if it was home office.

"No. It can lead you to stress out. And that will stress the baby out. Something can happen and no. Let me handle it."

"Stop being paranoid, I'll be fine! I just... don't like sitting all day or sleeping. I need to do something. And you didn't let me do much in the baby's room either!"

"Mi amor. You need to rest. I know you don't like it. But you need to."

"Could you at least get me an exercise ball?"

"Sure. Just don't-"

"Ay ya, Miguel! Ni que fuera a romperme!" (Stop it. I'm not gonna break!)

you whined

"I worry, mi reina."

"I know, and I appreciate it, but I gotta do something around!"

"Just promise me you'll go easy, ok?"

"Fine."

You kissed his cheek and cuddled him, the heat he provided felt heavenly against your back. You had started to waddle and to your dismay a new nickname was born. You were his Pingüinita. (Little penguin)

On the six month mark, you'd toss and turn on bed, feeling either too hot or cold. One moment you were snuggled against him, for the next to remove your clothes and lay naked next to him.

One particular night you felt suffocating. Summer was rampant and you woke up in tears at the oppressing heat.

He'd wake up no long after and filled in the bathtub with the right kind of water. Sweat and hormones raging on your body. Despite sleepiness clinging to him, he'd help you to the tub and bathe you.

Big and gentle hands massaged your wet scalp to then massage your shoulders and lower back. He splashed your body with water and kissed your temple carefully.

"Feel better? "

"Great, thank you, mi amor."

He'd smile lazily and remained there with you, almost falling asleep again in the bathroom until you were ready to leave to sleep.

- - -

He'd buy you long and cotton nightgowns. They were breathable and made everything a bit more comfortable for you, along some essential vitamins. And a hammock for the porch. He'd find you sleeping often in there.

Whenever you went out with the rest he'd make sure that none ordered meat. You still were sensitive to the smell, despite Peter longing for a burger.

Miguel would bathe with you to help you wash your back. But it was just an excuse to touch you and feel you. He'd be as gentle as he could with you. It turned him on to see you swelling with his child. Even brought out things he didn't know was into. Like, a lactation kink. And eat you out despite your protests of not being able to see him.

He was absolutely moonstruck with you. And when the time for you to deliver his baby finally came. He tried to remain strong and collected, despite his hands trembling like an earthquake. He kept an eye on you like a hawk, always looming around you.

He couldn't help but melt when Gabriella's cries echoed loud and healthy on the room.

He kissed you with such pride in his eyes that you'd think he was about to cry.

He knew his life with you had just started, and he was glad he had chosen you. Happy and grateful even. You just made him a dad of a wonderful little girl that instantly quieted down when he held her in his arms. One of the nurses snapped a picture of him holding and cooing Gabi as you got a well deserved nap.

Despite him not being a texter, he sent the picture of Gabi to the group chat.

OMG! Congratulations! she's so beautiful! 😊

I wanna cry so badly right now. She's gorgeous 🎉🎉

I'm an uncle now. :') So proud of you, Miguel.

Thanks

When can we see her?

Lemme ask Pingüinita and I'll let you know.

🐧?

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #soccer family ⚽🕷️ #t writes✨ #Pre Soccer Family #miguel ohara x you #Miguel o'hara fluff

[irishmammonagenda]

You pout, arms crossed up against your chest, staring at your boyfriend who currently has his eyes fixated on the game on his PC, mouse and keys being clicked rapidly while the otaku sits cross legged on his desk chair, tongue sticking out in anticipation as he progresses with the battle.

You shift in the bean bag that you made yourself at home on, having long set you DDD down, finding that it had completely lost its entertainment value. Call you a spoilt brat, more millte than the ten year old's in makeup aisles at supermarkets, but you wanted your boyfriend's attention God Dammit! And you wanted it now!

The Avatar of Envy pays you no mind as he continues playing his game, having probably forgotten you were in the room. Well you had been here for hours quietly on your DDD. It was fair, you supposed, though as he starts singing the praises of a certain Ruri-chan, the only thing you could feel was your boyfriend's sin.

That seemed to remind Leviathan of your existence. You huff. He reaches a checkpoint and turns around, jumping when he sees you. "O-oh! S-sorry! M-MC...I-i forgot you were there!" He says awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head as his face turns a red that brings out the purple of his hair.

"You should be sorry...." You sulk, sinking further into your seat, Levi flatlines, eyes widening as he nearly falls off his own chair.

"I-I am! I just got so into the game! And you were so quiet...and I-" He rambles apology upon apology as he stumbles clumsily closer to you, finally reaching within inches of you but hesitating. Something along the lines of 'How could they want a pathetic otaku like me anywhere near them right now?!' no doubt going through his head.

You scrunch your nose up, quickly closing the distance with a soft, chaste kiss on the lips. Simple. Leviathan still flatlines, if he was an android he would've stopped working. You grin, giving him another kiss, just as soft but a little less chaste, he blubbers something in his flustered blushy state, demon form popping out. While your pretty boyfriend was normally shy, his instincts were not, while he hid his face and sparkling eyes from you in his awe, his tail wrapped around your waist, bringing you impossibly closer to you, something you gladly accepted as you took Levi's hands away from his face and gave him another kiss, he might as well have been the Avatar of Greed with how greedily he was kissing you back.

Holy fuck, you love your boyfriend.

#happy (late) birthday leviathan ig!!! #its 00:16 as i posted this thats practically still the 9th of april im like 17 mins late thats practically on time #leviathan obey me #obey me drabble #i cant write leviathan at all his character is so difficult for me to write for some reason 😔✊ #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #omswd #obey me mc #obey me leviathan #obey me levi x reader #obey me leviathan x reader #obey me leviathan imagines #obey me fluff

[stgosupremacy]

"I'm gonna find Gengar! I can't leave it like that!"

proceeds to run off cutely

First the surprise but not surprise because its ash ketchum... then the fond smile???? AAAAAAAA

God this boy needs help please

THENTHENTHEN

*quiet laugh* "Of course you can't leave it like that. That's so you."

Im sorry 😃 GIRL WHAT DID YOU JUST SAYGSBHNJMSK

The way he says it so fond. look at him. LOOKATHIM. that is a pure look of love if i ever seen one. RIGHT THERE

I see somebody has been doing a little observing, eh goh?...hm.

speaking of observing

aw the sweet bean lol look at that innocent littl-

WAIT

AINT NO WAY

BAHAHAHAHHA HE TOTALLY KNOWSSSSSS no way is he giving goh the look of I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE how on earth anipoke is this meant to be interpreted platonically. please, tell me

look at him omg its literally the S M I R K HELLLLLLLLLLLP

Oh wait, theres more <3

Goh is taking a minute yall

Goh: Wait what do you mean

Scorbunny: ...

first can i say

He dida little oopsie of realisation OkAy- 🥰

"I-I've got one thing on my mind and that's catching Gengar! I never once thought about helping Ash!"

what. as in

like i mean

WHAT THE HELL ANIPOKE 😂😂😂😂😂 THE STUTTER AND THE BLUSH AND THE TSUNDERE IS SPEAKNG OUT LIKE WHAT IS HAPPENING ?????????????????

what do you mean "only one thing on your mind" 😏😏😏(SERIOUSLY. WHAT WAS THE NEED TO HAVE THIS IN THE SCRIPT) are you implying you had that someone else on your mind? because it sure feels like it hehehehehe

(sorry i am enjoying this way too much)

God and the voice acting in this makes him literally a tsundere. like what is even happening anymore somedbody please help how did this scene not blow up

SCORBUNNY I ACTUALLY LOVE YOU BAHAHHAHA hes literally me like

"what am i going to do with you" he totally knows goh is in utter denial here omg and aware of his secretly lovestruck manner as much as Goh would have tried to deny it <3

this satogou scene is underrated af and deserved to be ranted about so

#anipoke #goh pokemon #pokemon goh #satogou #pokemon anime #firstfriendshipping #ash x goh #ash ketchum #i miss them #pokemon journeys #again #once again #no one asked for this #god they're so cute #goh #gouashe #ive gone insane

[miupow]

𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽 ೀ⋆｡🌷 | 𝗁.𝗄𝗄 [drabble]

╰┈⪼ hueningkai x chubby!fem!reader 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 fluff, hurt/comfort, a little angst

a/n: this is a repost from my old blog! reposting for @boba-beom ‹𝟹

── ⋆⋅♡⋅⋆ ──

hueningkai loved to cuddle, demanded it every day, but almost always ended up falling asleep— says it’s because of how warm and cozy he feels, safe in your arms. you hardly mind, despite how heavy he can be on top of you, since it gives you the freedom to run your fingers through his hair, squish his cheeks, play with his fingers. you adored your cuddle time with your boy, especially because of how sweet he could get.

“love your tummy,” kai mumbled into your neck, voice deep and drowsy— his sleepy voice gave you butterflies, so distracting paired with the noise of the tv it took you a moment to process what he said. 

“what?” you giggle, sure you heard him incorrectly, but kai repeats a little clearer, “i love your tummy, ‘s cute,” 

you blink hard. you’ve struggled with your weight your entire life, your stomach and the way it sits on your body being one of your biggest insecurities… and huening finds it cute? your boyfriend was sculpted for the gods, broad and built and fit, and you… you always felt like you were nowhere near his level. 

“it’s really not,” you retort halfheartedly, shying away slightly when kai’s hand comes up to rub circles on your middle— he recoils with a betrayed gasp, eyes wide and pout on his lips:

“what?! why do you think that? did someone say something to you?”  

you blink again, a little surprised by his reaction. “no… it’s just—“

“i mean it,” kai insisted, looking surprisingly serious and even a little angry. “if someone said something to you, i’ll go and talk to them—“

“hyuka, really,” you laugh, patting his cheek. “no one said anything.”

“well, then why do you not like your tummy? i love your tummy, baby…” kai pouted, big palm firm on your stomach. “it’s so squishy and soft…”

you frowned and twisted away. 

“‘m fat, hyuka.”

there was a painful moment of silence, huening gazing at you with big, sad, watery eyes, looking genuinely so shocked and heartbroken that you wished you hadn’t spoken at all.

“oh, sweetheart,,” he breathed, scooting down the bed so he was face to face with your stomach. he fiddled with the hem of your shirt for a moment before pulling it up— just enough so that he could nuzzle his face into the plush, rub your sides with his palms. “you’re the prettiest girl in the world, so beautiful, all mine… i love your body, baby, so soft and cuddly,,”

you made a choked off whimpering sound, hiding your face behind your hands. 

“awe, don’t hide!! lemme see you~” 

you slowly moved your fingers away from your face, blushing bright crimson, completely lost for words. this couldn’t actually be happening.

“there’s my pretty girl~~” hyuka cooed, giving you his sugary sweet bean smile. you wanted to smile back at him, but you were too shocked and embarrassed to do much more than stare. you must’ve at least looked cute, though, because kai giggled and shook his head at your expression. 

“cutest tummy,” kai leaned down to press a soft kiss to your stomach, “most beautiful princess i’ve ever seen,” he peppered another kiss. “my favorite plushie, so cuddly,” and another. “i love you so much,” and another. 

your face felt wet. you wondered if you were crying.

“don’t ever think you’re anything less than perfect, okay?”

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[crabcollectorskykid]

May i request some neteyam x male reader fluff? Maybe just both of them floating around on an ilu watching sunset? I'm honestly so thankful because all i've seen avatar x readers are usually fems, so thank you for that! ^^

-🐟

Neteyam x M!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none, except for an oblivious neteyam

Pronouns: he/him

Summary: (___) and neteyam watched the sunset together when (___) decided to confess his feelings

A/n: heyy, sorry it took a while. There might be some grammar mistakes, sorry for that

Neteyam tries to peek through his blindfold but was met with a slap on his wrist "Ow!" He exclaimed, rubbing his wrist.

"No peeking." (___) said, neteyam groaned and held (___)'s waist tighter "fine but are we atleast there yet?" Neteyam asked, (___) hummed "mhm, be patient" he said and giggled a bit. Soon after they stopped moving.

"Alright, you can take off your blindfold now." He said, after he said that neteyam took off his blindfold and was met with a beautiful view of the sunset "wow.." (___) chuckled at the sight of neteyam in awe. (___) can't help but stare at neteyam, he tooled notice of this a raised his none existent eyebrow "what? Is there something on my face?" He questioned, (___) shooked his head and said "the sunset matches the color of your eyes and you look really cute." unexpectedly making neteyam's face turn purple and giggled "jeez, you always have a way to suprise me do you" he said trying to hide his face using his hands. Both of them continued to watch the sun set when neteyam decided to ask something "why did you take me here?"

"This is the spot I always go to see the sunset and the sunrise, I wanted to share this moment with you...and I want to ask you something" (___) hesitated to say it but neteyam encourages him to continue "what's the question?" He asked.

(___) sighed and gained confidence, "Neteyam, for the past few months I've had this weird feeling in my stomach whenever you're near me or when you try to talk to me. You always fluster me with little to no effort without you noticing, and it's honestly cute" he said, neteyam turns purple because of the blood going up to his face because of how flustered he is but he is still confused on what (___) wanted to tell him, (___) took noticed of this and pinched the bridge of his nose because of neteyam's obliviousness.

"Seriously you don't know what I'm trying to say-Neteyam I'm inlove with you." (___) spilled the beans and neteyam was shocked from the confession, he didn't even noticed that he was staring (___) too long without answering "helloooo? Yam-yam, don't leave me hanging without an answer you're making me worried" Neteyam finally snapped out of his trance and blushed from the nickname (___) gave him "I like you too! But I was too scared to tell you because I thought you only saw me as a friend" Neteyam said, "Yam-yam, I literally gave you multiple hints that I like you. I gave you a kiss on the cheek before." (___) said with disbelief from neteyam's obliviousness.

"I-I thought that was a friendly kiss on the cheek!" Neteyam defended "Neteyam, who would kiss their friends and then consider it only as a friendly kiss." (___) and neteyam was playfully arguing about his obliviousness not noticing their group of friends spying on them.

"About damn time he confessed, I was about to spill the beans myself" lo'ak said, Tsiyera & kiri giggling at the statement. "...Lo'ak if your brother ever breaks my brother's heart I will rip you guys into pieces" Aonung threatened even though he didn't like the idea of the sully kids dating his brother, he accepted it since it made his brother happy. "The same goes for yours" Lo'ak replied.

#neteyam #avatar 2 #neteyam x male reader #neteyam x reader #avatar 2 x reader #x male reader #lo'ak #aonung #tsiyera #metkayina #rotxo

[hippolotamus]

Hello friends, work has been kicking my ass and I am soooooo behind on tags. I am slowly but surely catching up and looking forward to reading all the things! So, small confession... I've been reworking pieces of come close (let me be home) so some of the snippets might look familiar from before. Hoping the writing beans will soon allow me to make new words. Until then, have this Eddie and Christopher moment before the first ball (all prev snippets here) 😘

“This awful, cursed thing— Argh!” Eddie drops the ends of his bowtie in frustration. It’s not like he even wants to attend this wretched ball tonight. Least of all to placate his mother.

It would be different if he were going as someone who could casually stand in the background, sipping lemonade and observing his surroundings. If only it were that simple. Instead he’s expected to not only be there, but socialize, dance, and interact with potential partners. How is he meant to choose who he’ll spend the rest of his life with – someone to care for his son – based on how well they can perform the quadrille or regurgitate meaningless facts? It’s utter insanity.

“Daddy?” The timid voice reaches out from behind him.

Eddie turns to see Christopher hovering in the doorway, watching intently. The welcome sight is enough for the weight of tonight’s expectations to fall away, finally allowing him to breathe. He goes to his son, picking him up and drinking in the surprised sound.

“What can I do for you, sir?”

Christopher’s nose scrunches in amusement at the endearment before he gets a very serious look on his face. “Can I come with you?”

“I wish,” Eddie huffs out a humorless laugh. “It would make things way more interesting. Although, honestly, I’d much rather stay here with you.”

“Why don’t you then?” Christopher blinks owlishly behind his glasses.

Eddie envies his youthful ignorance for not yet understanding the pressures and politics of adulthood. He sighs and rubs his temple with his free hand, trying to think of an explanation that isn’t an outright lie. With everything that’s happened in Christopher’s short life, Eddie always strives to be honest with him.

“Well, because,” he stretches the words out as his brain continues to configure them into an acceptable arrangement. “I– promised your abuela I would go.”

Chris nods thoughtfully, seeming to accept the answer he’s been given. But, of course, he’s always been more perceptive than Eddie gives him credit for.

“Is this because Abuela wants me to have a new mom?” His voice is quieter, the tone colored with hesitation. Eddie wants to somehow pull him closer, to carve a space beneath his ribs to keep him safe.

“Not a new one, exactly. You know that no one could ever replace your mother. This would be someone else to love and take care of you.”

“But I thought that’s why we have Carla,” Chris protests.

Eddie chuckles at his son’s logic and thinks he might be the one person who could match wits with Helena Diaz. “You’re right. She does both of those things. Carla loves and cares about you very much. It’s just… your abuela has some different ideas. She’s a little stuck in the past sometimes.”

“Okay.” Christopher grins brightly, removing any traces of his serious persona. “Then I hope you have fun and find someone nice for us.”

“Me, too, bud. Me, too.”

Eddie’s brought back to reality when his valet announces the carriage is ready. He presses a kiss to Christopher’s temple and gently sets him on the floor. “Be good for Carla?”

“I’m always good for Carla.” Christopher proudly puffs out his chest.

“Of course. How could I forget?” Eddie teases. “I must be remembering a different little boy that got covered in mud while playing and had to be scrubbed clean.”

Chris rolls his eyes. “One time,” he mumbles.

Eddie snorts as he jogs down the staircase, hoping in vain to burn off some of his nervous energy that’s returned. His cloak is nearly arranged when Christopher calls from the upper floor.

“Daddy! Your tie!”

Right. Eddie sighs and makes a final attempt to knot the material together in front of the hall mirror. Miraculously he makes it in one pass this time and turns with a flourish so Christopher can make his assessment.

His son beams down at him with a toothy grin. “Be good for Abuela!”

Eddie responds with an exaggerated bow, drinking in the giggle that floats down. He snaps it up, like something he could keep in his pocket. A protective barrier from whatever he might have to face tonight. With a heavy sense of dread sitting like a stone in his stomach, Eddie waves goodbye and walks outside to the carriage. As he steps up to the plush, velvet, forest green bench, he wishes it felt less like marching to the Tower of London.

“Ready, sir?” His driver asks from the front.

No. “Ready.”

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[tubbytarchia]

I’ve put together my best guess I have a feeling I’m very wrong

Three hearts: Tango

Loads of hearts: Joel

One heart: Martyn

“Not the worst but usually don’t help Jimmy’s case”: Grian (?)

Doc: Doc (I liked this one)

Sky flower happy field: Scar

Asshole (to Jimmy): Fwhip (?)

Sex pest: Sausage

Death squiggle: Scott

I will never forgive you: Gem (Never would have gotten this)

Healing shared trauma: Pearl

I don’t know why I put question marks next to some I’m confident on like 3 and one of those is Doc. Also I realised you said not to guess so if this ruins the fun just ignore me. I just spent too long on this and I’m curious if I got it but I’m cool to remain curious forever

Womp womp. Just kidding, ding ding ding!! You only mixed up Joel and Martyn but that's on me because the thumbs up I drew for Joel does look like a heart, doesn't it... Congratulations, you win, you matched the horrid Jimmy relationship chart with 90% accuracy, thanks for taking part in my really awful gay maze gameshow you win nothing!!!

Brief reasoning: Pearl: Jimmy and Pearl could have the most lifechanging conversation just between the two of them and understand each other in a way that no one else can. I believe in them. They can do this. The hardest part is just to get them to talk in the first place

Tango: big heart, big love

Martyn: more complicated, but still love, lots of little hearts scattering around for everything from Evo (I have so many feelings about Evo solidwood) to Secret Life

Joel: Thumbs up cause he's a bro. Doesn't know Jimmy's horrors and is a mean bean but cares a lot for Jimmy at the end of it all...

Grian: yeah Doc: yeah

Scar: I enjoy the idea of them frolicking around in some cut scene of 3rd life. Scar's carefree self should have playfully run away with Jimmy from their partners and just frolicked around and allow Jimmy to be a little carefree too and free of the horrors if even just for a tiny bit. Also the Empires x Hermitcraft stuff fWhip: sorry but most of what I've seen of fWhip and Jimmy is fWhip being mean to him if even playfully, or expressing disappointment/disapproval of Jimmy in some form. BUT I'm very curious to see more. I think fWhimmy could still be redeemed for me lol I have no doubt that they've had some cute moments and such...

Sausage: Pretty much the same but with Sausage's vaguely dirty jokes etc added into the mix. Like how he enjoys to see Jimmy suffer or made a fool of (even if he claims otherwise smh) and the m*id ordeal

Scott:

Gem: Jimmy got wrangled into jousting Gem but Gem killed him and then she forced him to wear a skin that gave him a pacifier and uhhh more. I will never forgive her

#blabber #I like that you called it “death squiggle” lmao thats accurate. Yeah thats what it is... I couldnt word my thoughts if I tried so #death squiggle

[weridpersonhelp]

Casa Bonita 3

Description: Y/n friends are worried about her, and still worried about her gift ending up getting Kyle another gift! buy after Cartman ruins his birthday Y/n gives the boy a little Suprise to make him feel better.

Warning: bad spelling, not been proof read, swearing, shit talking, fluff sweet ending

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"Y/n you sure you're, okay?" Craig asks walking me to my locker, it's been 4 days now since butters has disappeared. I was more worrying mess, every day after school looking by the places he would normally be. hoping he would somehow turn up out of thin air.

"Yeah, I'll be fine craig you don't have to walk me everywhere. I can walk by myself." I say grabbing some things from my locker.

"Hey honey!" I hear Tweek crock voice shout as he hugs Craig, just seeing them makes me smile.

"Hey Y/n, you are doing alright?" He asks. me.

"Yeah, don't worry about me Tweek! does your family have any knew coffee flavours? " I ask him we continue to walk to class as he talks about the new coffees. we stop at my class.

"Okay where going to head to class see you at lunch.?"

"Sure, thing bye loser!" I say flipping him off he flips me off back as a goodbye and I enter class.

"Hey Y/n, what's up?" Wendy asks sitting next to me in butters normal seat.

"Oh, hey Wendy, alright, I guess. what about you?"

"Could be better, the student council is killing me honestly!" she chuckles I smile and nod along.

"I couldn't imagine being president, how do you do it?"

"Magic honestly! are you sure you’re okay Y/n?" Wendy asks again, I give her a small smile.

"I'm fine don't worry, a little worried about butter is all. Oh! I need your advice!" "is this still on the present Y/n? i though you would have given it too him already?" "yeah but he cancelled Casa Bonita when we found out butters was missing. I asked stan and Kenny what they go him and my gift kind a seems lousy compared to theirs."

"Y/n Have some confidents! the scarf is beautiful! it matches his outfit, it's his favioute colours, It's softer than any scarf I have ever seen! don't worry about how much money you spent on it. in all honesty Kyle's not going to care!"

"Yeah, thanks Wendy I needed some sense knocked into me!

"any time girlfriend!"

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"Hey Tolken! trade you my sweet and tangy chips for your salt and vinegar?"

"Hell yeah! I hate that stuff; how do you even eat it?" he asks me.

"How do you hate it is the real question." I say as we trade chips, Craig was holding tweak's hand as they began to eat their foods.

"H-hey Y/n s-s-something came in the m-mail for you." Jimmy says I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Deez nuts" we all laugh at Jimmy deez nut joke.

"Tweek would you rather eat a human sized bean, or a bean sized human?" I ask Tweek shoving my packet of chips towards him craig takes one.

"Oh GOD! is it a coffee bean?"

"it's whatever bean you want it to be."

"O-okay! I'd rather eat a bean.!"

"Nah dude, I'd rather eat a human the size of a bean" Tolken says.

"What?! YOU'D RATHER BE A CANNABALE!" Tweek shouts.

"m-m-me too I-'m not eating a h-human s-s-s-sized bean!" Jimmy agrees with Tolken which starts a whole argument. I look to my cousin flipping him off he does the same finishing off a popper of his.

"Here I'll put it in the bin, anyone got any rubbish?" I ask the group of boys. they all thank me and give me their rubbish I walk up to the bin putting it all in the right one's when I hear someone call for me.

"Hey Y/n"

"Oh, hey Kyle how are you?"

"I'm good I just wanted to ask how you did on your test?"

"Not so good, I barely passed I don't know how you do it honestly!"

" Don't worry! I only got an 83, not my best." I chuckle at his attempt to relate. to me.

"Oh my god! Kyle got below 90?! has the world ended?!" I make fun of him he glares at me a little before playfully rolling his eyes and he walks me back to the table.

"You know if you really need it, we could study together?"

"That would be awesome I just-" "Y/N GET BACK HERE JIMMY SEEING HOW MANY GRAPES HE CAN FIT IN HIS MOUTH!" Tolken yells out.

"WHAT SWEET ONE SECOND MATE! I'd love just text me the details bye-" "But I don't have your number..."

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Y/n had caved into her anxiety and brought Kyle something along with the scarf she made. It was a book of Minecraft the new game that Stan got. him.

"THIS IS THE GAME I WANTED! THANKS STAN!" Kyle rejoices at his friend's gift, Y/n felt her chest get heavier knowing after Kenny she was next. her palms where sweaty, chest is heavy, mum spa-

Y/n was actually so scared she was shaking, the two presents in hands. stan looks to her with worry.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, everything fine."

"Why are you nervous to give him the scarf?"

"Wait how did you-" "Thanks Kenny! this is super nice!"

"No problem!" it was now Y/n turn, it was time to know to pick which gift to give him.

"Here Kyle! I don't know if you will like it-" She hands him the bigger gift, the book. stan notices this, his draw drops slightly. why didn't she give him the scarf?

"Oh, a book on the game, cool thanks Y/n!" Kyle says, Y/n wasn't making eye contact with him though looking down at her feet.

"Alright kids let's get going!"

"YAY CASA BONITA CASA BONITA!" Cartman sings as they all walk to the car. But stan stick behind Y/n.

"Why didn't you give it to him he would have loved that way more than that book!" stan say as they get in the car.

"Hey that books to help him build stuff and how to kill stuff in the game! and because who am I kidding the scarfs lame!"

"No, it's not! Kyle would love it. it's a great gift! and you're going to give it to him when we get to Casa Bonita!"

"Yes sir!" your solute him, he gives you a small smile and you give him one back.

"You're going to love Casa Bonita stan! Y/n! there's this part where you can dress up in old western clothes. and get your photo taken in a fake jail!"

"Really?" stan asks the boy.

"Yeah, it's pretty cool." Kyle says cartman waves him. off

" "pretty cool"? so um, should we go to black Bart's cave first. or watch the puppet show? I think we should go through Black Bart's cave first because we're goanna want to do it seven or eight times."

"I think we should do what Kyle wants?"

"Yeah, it is Kyles birthday" stan says.

"What fuck Kyle!" the car goes silent at this, Y/n knew something was up Cartman didn't care about Kyle he just wanted to go to Casa Bonita. and after this is done, he'll go back to bullying him.

"HAHA JUST KIDDING BIRTHDAY JOKE HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOO YOU-" soon enough everyone goes along with Cartmans singing, Y/n looks down at her scarf and sighs while singing along with them.

after a couple minutes we make it to Casa Bonita, it was a giant pink place like structure Making Y/n jaw drop, it was very big a pretty cool building.

"WAIT UP ERIC WE NEED TO STICK TOGETHER!" Sheila calls out, Y/n look to stan then at Kyle as she tugs on his suit a little catching his attention.

"Y/n you excited?!" Kyle asks me..

"Umm actually I wanted to um-" "wait boys! and girl I'm getting a call.

Hello?

yes.

"Oh, THATS GREAT BOYS THEY FOUND BUTTERS! HE'S OKAY!" Y/n jaw drops and the biggest smile was on her face at this news, she let out an intense sigh of relief and a small smile came to her face.

"I knew he would turn up.!"

"Oh sweet!"

"I'm glad he's okay."

"What did you want to say Y/n?"

"well-" "Yes eric carman is with us why? oh really!" Sheila face turns sour we they all looked at cartman.

"What?"

"Yes, I will certainly let him know. thank you. Well, it seems that eric here is responsible for butters missing. because he wanted to go to Casa Bonita!" Sheila explains.

"What."

"You Are fucking cunt." Y/n mutters

"Eric the south park police are already on their way here. to have a little talk with you!" Sheila scolds the boy.

"But... Casa Bonita"

"I should have known better. You never cared about my birthday at all!"

"but stand back!" Cartman grabs Kyle holding him hostage.

"Cartman stop it."

"I am going to casa Bonita!"

"It's too late Fat-ass they'll be here in less than a minute."

"I swear to whatever god you believe in that I will beat your fat fucking lazy cunt of an ass up!" Y/n shouts pounding her fist with her hand, Cartman throws Kyle to the ground Y/n and Kenny quickly going to his side to help him up and like that you all give in chase to the boy, all around the place. when the police finally get him, Kyle could only sigh. we went back to the main entrance and got our table and sat down, we got back to celebrating Kyles birthday though something seemed off, Kyle was quiet and seem sad about the whole thing.

" Are you alright Kyle?" "Yes, it's just. I should of know better than to trust that fat-ass!"

"I'm sorry that Cartman ruined your birthday, Kyle."

"it's fine it's not your fault." Kyle says leaning on one hand, Stan nudges my shoulder and looks to my pocket and Kyle.

"Well, Kyle I hope you're okay with one more Suprise for the day."

"Huh?"

"Happy birthday Kyle." Y/n places a small rectangular box Infront of the boy, its ribbon was green the box was black.

"Y/n You didn't have too"

"Just open it already!" Kenny complains, Kyle does what his friend says and slowly opens the box to reveal stipes of orange and green. he picks the thing up only for it to dangle down. it was a scarf.

"I made it myself and made sure not to add the little puffy things you said that where annoying you with your other one. The material very soft as well you see-" "can you help me put it on?" Y/n smiles and helps Wrape the scarf around him helping him put it on, I could hear Kenny and stand giggling like little girls in the background.

"Thanks... I love it."

"wooow did you make that yourself, you're a very crafty girl Y/n."

"thank you ma'am!"

"let's dig in!'

"yeah!"

I could already feel the I told you so everyone will be screaming when I got home, but we enjoyed the rest of the night, eating so much Mexican food along with cake we all passed out.

"I swear to go if these two don't get together soon-" stan says on the car ride home, Kyle and Y/n laying on each other dead asleep.

"For real."

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okay I'm done if you want head cannons or like an actually proper series then just ask fr.

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[oh-hell-help-me]

Day 10: Fangs

Luigi had a hard time with sleep.

It’s not that he can’t sleep, but…

Every time he sleeps, he dreams of… something dark. Something that almost seems alive but empty, feeling it gently envelop him and he just…

Sinks.

He wakes up gasping for air, heart pounding against his rib cage like a jackhammer, and he doesn’t know why.

(And after… after, his scar would throb too.)

Three weeks into his job as an Ambassador, that fact hasn’t changed.

Except…

Bowser has taken his new ‘task’ seriously, and Luigi was worried about falling asleep on him!

It didn’t help that the Koopa was so warm and safe (and that Luigi is so utterly doomed with Bowser)!

Regardless, his efforts were in vain, and -in the middle of a meeting- he dropped off into a catnap, cheek pressed against warm scales as he slept.

Then he woke up. Just, normally?

Sure, the large claw poking his cheek was annoying, but if felt like a fair trade off.

“Come on, string bean. Wake up.”

And then he opened his eyes.

Fangs.

Large, sharp fangs, barely two inches from his face.

Had he been scared, he would have flinched, or jumped, or yelled- something he could brush off as him being him!

Instead, Luigi sleepily reached up and stroked them with the same amount of self-preservation one has petting a cat’s belly.

He freezes.

Bowser’s staring. At HIM! With an indescribable look that nearly has him squirming.

This is worse.

This is so, SO much worse!

He wants the earth to swallow him whole.

AND WHY HASN’T BOWSER SAID ANYTHING?

…. Why hasn’t he said anything yet?

Braving the possibility of dying from embarrassment (and why is his hand still there?), Luigi drags his gaze back to Bowser’s red eyes.

...

He still doesn’t know what the Koopa is feeling, but at least he doesn’t seem angry?

Staring into his eyes was a bit like sinking into that dreamed blackness, but more... comforting? Maybe intense? Definitely something more- something that made Luigi forget to breathe-

…He, um, thinks he shocked him.

Bowser was aware that Luigi was as stubborn as he was sweet.

He knew that it meant that he was a wonderful friend, being dead set on learning whatever Bowser was willing to tell about himself.

He also knew that it meant that anything that made the human curious was met with zero self-preservation (seriously, how did the red menace keep him alive this long?).

So why couldn't he shake off this moment?

Why…?

Why did he like it so much?

Those were his teeth, his FANGS, one of the most deadliest parts of himself!

He couldn’t feel anything with them, and it’s not like there was a taboo of touching them (not like a tail, or neck-)! So why-?

He should start by closing his mouth, but with the human's hand still very much there-

Oh, right.

Bowser carefully leans away from the touch, almost feeling a sense of disappointment relief as Luigi seems to snap out of it with a yelp.

He does, however, take offense when Luigi tries to squirm out his grip, needlessly apologizing in rapid-fire words he can barely make out.

"Ah-ah-ah! You're not getting out from your sentence, Greenie!" He hooks a single hand around the human, careful to curl his thumb behind Luigi's head in fear of his claws. "I know I'm handsome, but I didn't realize you're into m-my teeth as well!"

No. The Koopa King did NOT stutter!

Still, Luigi's mortification is palpable in the way he turned fully red, blue eyes looking anywhere BUT the Koopa as his hands fiddled with each other.

"I-I'm s-sorry. I h-hadn't realized I was- sorry..."

Bowser frowned.

He hasn't heard Luigi stutter since... that library day, now that he thinks of it, and he honestly hadn't realized the significance of Luigi stuttering at all in his presence.

He finds that he doesn't like it.

"Doesn't matter." He'll.. deal with these thoughts later. First and foremost: "Now come on, we're going to be late for lunch!"

And no, Bowser didn't need to wake Luigi up to take him to the dining hall, but he did want to see Luigi's never-changing awe as they went inside. And he can't see that if the human is asleep now, can he?

"L-lunch?" He could feel the human shift in his grip as he turns his attention to opening the Meeting Room doors. "MAMA MIA! I SLEPT THAT LONG!?"

He couldn't help but snort. "You conked out during the boring bits. Trust me, you weren't missing much."

A glance towards the pouting human nearly has him snicker. "But that was rude! I was rude!" Luigi hung his head. "Ooohh. How am I supposed to face that Ambassador now?"

Something in Bowser's chest warmed, and he was barely aware of his expression when he replies "They gave you a break, Luigi."

The former(?) plumber peaks up at him. "But I-"

"Don't tell me that you haven't been 'doing as much'! You've been heading negotiations since day one!" Bowser is pretty sure that half of the petty arguments made by both him and the ambassadors would have been... messy if not for Luigi's interventions. "And don't dare tell me that you haven't been staying up late either!"

THAT gets the human to shut his mouth with a snap, looking away once more.

Even if Bowser wasn't as awesomely observant as he is, the other Ambassadors were nosey enough to inquire about Luigi's activities.

That is, the human had taken upon himself the task to not only study the Kingdom's history (which is required for all diplomats), but he has also taken the time to study Koopa inventions, methodologies, projects, and even past mechanical failures that could be used for The Plan.

More often than not, Bowser was 'babysitting' him at the library too, but ended up asleep at his favorite armchair after each visit. Stars know how long Luigi slept...

"So don't worry your pretty head about it!" As he opens the door, he barely catches a glimpse of surprise on Luigi's face before he started to take in the Dining Hall once more.

Bowser tries not to think about what he just said.

#bowuigi #KAIJUNE Prompt #where I have no idea how to set up the next conflcit #but yolo #also casual appreciation of dental formations #HAPPY PRIDE MONTH

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[espresseo-cafe]

life is still beautiful | johnny | ch.10

genre: cappucino, romance, angst, university!au, dad!au, drama, slice of life

pairing: collegestudent!johnny x fem!reader

bean count: 4.4k+

a/n: back with another update 😗🤎 note: this is only a work of fiction, it doesn’t reflect the artists’ personalities in any way.

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repetitive, humiliated, hurt. all the negative emotions you had back in june after your parents ghosted you that night all came back after five minutes of conversation. you thought you had it all under control, confident that you could face them without breaking down.

it backfired so bad.

the cafeteria doors opened as you stormed out, startling johnny and your friends. you ignored their calls for you, running away from your problems once again. johnny turned to them, pressing his lips. “sorry guys, movie time will have to wait. we can schedule it another time.”

taeyong and kun knew what their friend wanted to do, yet told him that it was best to leave you alone for a while. however the thought of how much you mean to him outweighed it. yeri and sana also knew some parts of your life and how you wouldn’t open up on something very serious to anyone, but to yoohyeon and recently to johnny.

they all knew of johnny’s situation with minji- how complicated it was getting but reminded him to not prolong it and talk to you about where your relationship was actually going to.

it’s funny how johnny was the eldest one among them and still asked for his friends’ views on his current indecisive self. when they gave a nod, he sprinted right behind you.

“i hope she’s okay.” mark said, and his eyes just fell to yeri, who was holding her tears. “hey, you good?”

yeri blinked her eyes, “y-yeah, i wish i could do something for her. i feel useless.” her back suddenly felt warm, the warmth from mark’s hand caught her off guard. “m-mark! not here.”

“what?” he chuckled and looked to the others, “i think we should let them know.”

yeri clicked her tongue, they’ve been dating since the confrontation they had with their bullies, “you and your wrong sense of time. ah my waterworks are suddenly gone. let’s go for dessert.” pushing him away, walking towards the campus entrance.

“aw but you’re so cute like this.” mark winked.

“shut up.”

johnny wasn’t sure how long you were running after to you turned to a corner, a dead end. his arm reaching for your hand, tugging you closer to him. “y/n! talk to me.”

“leave me alone, johnny.” you said, trying to break off his hold on you. “please.”

“not when you’re like this..” his voice had a little crack. he held your shoulder, turning you to face him gently. he fixed the hairstrands off of your view so you could see him clearly.

he noticed how you were heaving again because of your parents, a scene he dreaded to see so soon. he gripped the inhaler pump that was in his pocket, bringing it out. you took it from his hold, used it and you felt slightly better.

you cried, your arms already damp from your tears. never had you expected to be crying again. “i didn’t expect to have an outburst like that, i’m sorry.”

“don’t be.” he squeezed your shoulder, “you said what you to had to say. it’s hard to keep it in.”

“i’m tired of running, johnny..” you sniffed, “i feel so numb..”

“i know, you can feel numb at times like this, it’s hard to put up a front..” never had you heard someone encourage you to be vulnerable. “can i say something?” you nodded at his question, “don’t let it be; don’t allow it to be your norm.”

hearing him say that made your lips uncontrollably quiver.

“that’s the point, johnny. i’ve been jumping through numbness and feeling that i’m getting so tired of not knowing on how i should view them as.” wiping your eyes, looking at him that listened to your cries. “parents are meant to be my home. but the times where i have to face them, it’s like i have nothing to return to. how can they just let me go like that? i wanted them to call out for me..”

johnny hugged you, and his perfume weirdly calmed you down. he placed his hand on the back of your head, pulling your figure closer to him. “if i were the place you return to, then i’ll never let you go.”

he probably didn’t notice and unconsiously so, you felt like his lips touched the top of your forehead. you had a lot in your mind to be thinking something out of this. you just appreciated johnny for being here at your lowest moment.

“then.. can you hold me like this for a while?” you say, your arms wrapping his warm body tighter.

“mm, i will..” his thumb felt damp from the touch of your tears, wiping away any sadness evident from your face before enveloping you into his arms one again. “i’m here.”

he felt like home.

he felt like a fresh breeze of wind on a hot summer’s day. he felt like a warm cup of coffee on a cold winter’s night. he felt like drizzles of rain on dry land. he felt like a zap of lightning that awakened something your chest.

it was one that made your heart beat erratically, and you didn’t know how to deal with it.

———

johnny’s parents insisted you stay the night after having dinner at their place. you politely declined and said it’d be a hassle to even have an extra person.

knowing johnny’s mom, she was irresistable and very convincing that it was difficult not to reject. a trait johnny inherited and it was obviously working when he playfully did puppy eyes at you. “please? we’ll have movie night?”

chewing on the last bits of food, you wiped your mouth, then drinking your glass of coffee empty. “and you think that’ll work on me?” referring to his attempt of a cute convincing.

“ok if that didn’t work..,” he carried youngmin and placed him on his lap, “youngmin, on three. one, two, three.”

youngmin giggled at his dad when he pouted, his upper cheek dimples showing before the child looked at you as well, his lower lip coming out into a pout. “please stay.”

you snorted and struggled to swallow your drink, the water backfired and went straight to your nostrils. youngmin was funnier than johnny. the chair you sat on got pushed back that you coughed, though some of your drink got to your shirt and jeans.

“(auntie) spray nose.” youngmin laughed while pointing at you, making johnny and his parents laugh their asses off.

johnny patted your back, chuckling yet he felt bad for you. “you okay, y/n?” drinking his glass of soda.

youngmin leaned to johnny’s ear and cupped his hands in a whisper.

“daddy, auntie y/n is your babe.”

johnny’s eyes widened, coughing on his fizzling drink. “where did you learn that from, youngmin?” he whispered back in between coughs.

“auntie yewi, uncle mork.” he effortlessly said, and johnny’s eyes blinked in confusion, but he was so impressed to hear that this little toddler would probably be a heartthrob when he grows up.

“when did you hear them say.. ‘babe’?” he poked the small nose, clearing his throat.

“my birthday.”

johnny smiled in realisation, no wonder they stuck like glue recently. “uh huh.”

his attention changed from his son to you, who was wiping your eyes as it got teary. “i got an extra tshirt and basketball shorts that you can borrow. go get changed and we’ll watch a movie after.”

you hummed, also giggling at the funny situation earlier, “okay i give in.”

mrs. suh came out of the guest room; handing you a towel. “here, have a bath as well while you’re at it.” she turned to johnny when you walked towards the bathroom, “oh right john, we’re heading to your uncle’s place, we’ll be playing billards.”

“don’t tell me you both aren’t coming home again?” johnny asked in a shocking tone, though he knew very well his parents’ frequent night outs.

“yup, maybe.” his dad took his polo shirt that hung on his chair. “might have some beer pong too.”

johnny whined like a little kid, “man, you guys have it so easy. so unfair!” he then laughed, “i’m kidding, you guys have your fun. we’ll be having fun over here as well.”

you submerged yourself in the bath mrs. suh prepared before she left. the white tiled room slowly felt like a sauna, the windows and mirror fogging up as steam travelled around to empty spaces. this could open up your pores and the feeling was more than relaxing.

your eyes glanced at the sink, two cups filled with two toothbrushes each perked your attention. one cup had a larger toothbrush and one much smaller. it wasn’t hard to think it belonged to johnny and youngmin, a small smile creeping up your face.

it came across your mind, wondering how different johnny would be if he hadn’t had youngmin. would he still be the same johnny you knew? how was he like then? how his life was when it consisted just of.. him and minji? thinking too hard about it made you feel ridiculous for doing so.

you stood up and finished your bath, using the towel that was offered to you to pat yourself dry, and wearing the clothes johnny gave you. putting it on, it was then you realised: this was something couples.. would do.. slapping your cheeks lightly, you didn’t like how you thought things would mean something tonight. it just so happened you got your clothes dirty.

johnny’s ears twitched when he heard the bathroom door opening. the steam coming out and later your figure did. he swallowed his saliva in nervousness, why was he though? he shouldn’t be, but seeing you drying your hair with the towel and wearing his clothes that were obviously large on you made his ears heat up, shuffling on his seat on the sofa.

what is she being cute for?

“oh you got the area all prepared for movie night, nice.” you walked towards the living room that was filled with pillows and a few stuffed toys of youngmin’s on the sofa bed.

sitting down beside him, johnny stared at you making yourself comfortable, giving attention to youngmin who wanted to hug your arm. johnny didn’t mean to, but he again stared at how you wore his clothes and looked attractive in it. then his nostrils inhaled the familiar scent that made him hitch his breath.

she used my shampoo and shower gel.

johnny coughed to not make himself awkward. even if having realised his a gradual feelings towards you, he didn’t want to do anything to make you feel uncomfortable.

you looked at him, then you realised water droplets were dripping onto the sofa. “wait i’ll blow dry my hair, then we can watch movies.” fetching yourself to stand up, youngmin called your name and jumped on you like he wanted to do a piggyback. “ah youngmin!-“

you let out a shriek at the sudden weight and inconveniently lose your balance. it made you lean foward to johnny and he caught you on time- his hands on your waist and shoulder, which was good until you saw that your faces were inches away from each other’s. again.

the position was awkward, the gesture made it look like you were trying to make a move. you thought that johnny would be in discomfort that you were almost on top of him. that was the opposite when you noticed he didn’t break eye contact and held it longer than you expected.

johnny knew how you affected him since crossing paths at the dean’s camp. and that he meant it in a good way. though his friends meant the world to him as well, he was happy that you were also a part of it.

he didn’t know he was staring at you for a while until he felt his arm receive droplets from your wet hair. “t-the hair blower’s under the sink. we’ll wait for you to finish.”

“r-right, yeah.” you brought yourself up to your feet, “be back in a bit.” leaving and holding your cheeks together.

youngmin ran across the sofa towards johnny, “daddy kiss y/n?”

johnny actually smiled at that, and he was so glad he didn’t. you were too precious to him, besides, the feelings weren’t mutual. he stood up and walked towards the refrigerator, grabbing a bottle of his favourite red wine and two wine glasses.

“nice, i like red wine too.” he heard you say, walking to get one from him. “you good with your liquor tolerance? i know i am.”

he snickered at you, “i can hold my liquor, watch me.” he smirked at you, challenging a drink off.

“dad i want juice too.” youngmin reached his hands up. “me too please.”

the three of you sat and watched a kid friendly movie, youngmin choosing lion king as his favourite because he sang with most of it. obviously, he watched it a number of times.

“cheers?” he held his glass out to you, while you returned the gesture.

“i like how we’re casually having wine in the presence of a two year old, it’s fancy.” you twirled your glass, looking at youngmin watching the musical segment of ‘i just can’t wait to be king.’

“yeah but he’s so much fancier, he’s got a grape juice bottle from his favourite snack store. guess what? it’s limited edition.” johnny chuckled when youngmin raised his plastic glass cup as well.

“you’re kidding.” you feigned a gasp, “no wonder he’s all smug tonight.”

it took about two more movies until youngmin fell asleep on the large bean bag halfway through the incredibles. you and johnny were on your fourth or fifth glass of wine, seated on the carpet by the coffee table. still challenging each other on wine tolerance.

“think you handle one more bottle? ‘cause i know i can.” your face all hot but can still form a stable sentence, doing a bunny smile.

“nah you’re just a show off. i bet you can’t last this glass i’m pouring for you.” johnny’s eyes all droopy, cheeks red and words slightly slurring. “you can’t beat me.”

“wanna bet?” you shrieked, pointing at him, drinking the half filled glass in one go. johnny laughed stupidly at how you nearly choked and he followed suit to race you.

he caught up to finish his own glass, the two of you placing the glasses on the coffee table. “ha! told ya i’m a good drinker!”

“and i’m the show off??” you snorted, licking your lips, laughing at the irony. “they say if you’re a good drinker, you’re a better kisser~”

johnny did his signature monotonous laugh, his cheek dimples appearing just under his eyes. “are you inviting me, y/n? are you saying you’re good at making out??”

your sleepy eyes just blinked at him, you couldn’t make out what he said because your hearing was getting muffled. and you hated to admit that he was right, that you couldn’t last after the last drink.

johnny knew the both of you were already tipsy, just borderline sober and not close to being drunk. well, he couldn’t even think straight at the moment. he heard you mumble something but he himself couldn’t understand a single word you said.

he figured he needed to go closer to you, and he heard you mumble incoherent words. “can you say it clearly, y/n?”

“ha?” you bubbled your lips, looking at him. “speak louder, johnny.”

johnny leaned closer to hear you properly. he held your face with his hand, your lips puckering up at the pressure of his hold on your cheeks. “i said say it clearly-“ his eyes were at eye level with yours but he stared at your lips instead: all plumped and kissable-

“but i am saying clearly-” your sentence cut short when you fell forwards, all knocked out. and johnny’s tipsy self suddenly became sober in a second.

he was certain he wasn’t imagining it, he felt it. he felt your lips brushed onto his before you leaned on his chest, asleep. though he couldn’t move a muscle because youngmin’s beanbag was next to him and you were by his other side: a sandwich in between two precious beings. so he slowly closed the wine bottles and put the glasses under the drawer so it couldn’t break.

johnny thanked the heavens you weren’t the type to vomit when drunk as he adjusted his position, as well as making you comfortable on his chest/ shoulder. managing to stretch his legs and placed a pillow behind his head, leaning on the sofa as the sandman finally worked his magic to put him in dreamland.

keys jingled and the door slowly opened, johnny’s parents chuckled in amusement seeing the three figures in front of them, all cuddled up and sleeping soundly.

———

johnny’s been mindful than before. you knew he has been, and likewise, you were to him as well. he had always felt like warm fuzzy blanket. he was that comfortable to be with.

you could consider him as a best friend given with how close you both became. despite the fact you had a crush on him, you kept that space between you two as to not make things shift quickly.

the following days have been busy, your schedule’s been packed with projects, meetings with several professors, and other dean lister’s duties. final year had never been so stressful. you, johnny, taeyong, sana, and kun would be wrapping up your university life next spring.

meeting up with the rest was nearly impossible, and when you did, it was only during lunch or short tea breaks. one of you would leave earlier than the others for the next class.

you had accepted that things were changing rather quickly. though something at the back of your mind was knocking your head into the stress line. it was needle in a haystack at this point to find out why.

it was evident that everyone was busy. especially johnny, you thought. holding two different majors was challenging already. but you knew johnny and the way he did things. he was smart and handled his responsibilities really well that tripping over wasn’t even on his list.

maybe you expected so much from him? because all you could make out was that johnny felt distant, he rarely texts you good mornings, coffee later’s, or even all the best’s (if there were any quizzes and projects involved). you wanted to get to the bottom of it by asking him directly, and every single time you wanted to, the timing was just too off.

the only thing you could do was to just wait. you weren’t the type to put your nose into someone’s else business. you weren’t the type to feel entitled to anything- maybe except to your estranged relationship towards your parents.

speaking of them either way, they’ve been at the campus premises since your breakdown, according to the stuff you’ve been hearing from sana and yeri. you were in doubt until you actually saw your dad suddenly being a guest professor on economics. the other time your mom being a requested thesis evaluator or judge, if you will, at some of the pushed back seniors from the year prior.

you’ve made eye contact with them, and something in them felt different as well. you didn’t want to get ahead of yourself and think that all is becoming well. you also hoped that they weren’t doing all that just to get on your good side and then it was all actually just a front.

so you gave it sometime to think long and hard about. what if your cries were finally heard? what if their walls were finally broken down? what if you reached their heartstrings and tugged it down to soften their tough demeanours?

were all of your feelings and heavy words that day? you prayed that they were.

you then checked your calendar and journal for any outstanding tasks left undone. a smile you did only clarified that you finished everything on the list.

your phone lit up, seeing a text message from someone you never thought of receiving from. the partner you were matched with on loveclick.

[ dudekuma ] : “Hi @dandeliondreams! How’s it going?”

your eyes blinked at your phone, pulling a face at it as well. the heck is this username yoohyeon made for you? the app’s been iffy since you started using it. at least you didn’t have to download unnecessary updates anymore.

[ dudekuma ] : “i know we’ve been matched a few months back, but i was hoping we could talk properly now after the app’s not jammed.”

you carefully took your phone to unlock it, replying to this guy. it had been a few months since you last used it and you still found this weird.

[ you ] : “hi. actually.. i’m available. just finished studying.”

[ dudekuma ] : “studying? is the early childhood course that demanding?”

snickering a laugh, you thought this guy was very on point. he wasn’t wrong though.

[ you ] : “i guess you could say that. you’re a business major, @dudekuma? you’re really putting your major into use.”

[ dudekuma ] : “we’re getting to know each other, it’s normal hahah. listen, i could really use some advise right now.”

[ you ] : “sure, i hope i could help?”

[ dudekuma ] : “there’s this girl my friend really likes, but he’s not sure how to tell her because there’s someone in the way. he’s not really in good terms with that ‘someone’, so he’s kinda stuck with that.”

raising a brow, you questioned this person. what was he, a high schooler who never dated? but how could you say that when you yourself never dated as well? guess same feathers flock together. so you just went with what your guts felt.

[ you ] : “if your friend really likes her, then he shouldn’t care about that other someone and just tell her straight away. if he’s affected by that someone, then he’s not ready at all to face obstacles if he’s in a relationship. maybe there will be someone else better.”

it took a while for your phone to beep again.

[ dudekuma ] : “straight on. you’re good at this, experienced?”

[ you ] : “not really, it’s common sense tho.”

[ dudekuma ] : “ahaha, gotcha! well it’s nice talking to you for a bit. i gotta go for classes. if you’re ready to meet in person or for a date, just hmu here!”

[ you ] : “yeah, sure.”

exiting the application, your placed your phone on your chest and stared at the ceiling.

that was weird.

———

yeri stared at you texting away at your phone, like you’ve been using it more often than she was used to seeing. even if she was doing her facial routine with a face mask, she could see you smiling at your phone like an idiot through the bathroom mirror.

she hesitantly reached for her phone, shooting a text message to mark.

[🐢] : “babe? is johnny busy? 👀”

[🦁] : “babe, we’re dating and you’re asking for johnny hyung? my heart 💔”

[🐢] : “just.. answer the question, is johnny using his phone? 🤔”

[🦁] : “nope, he’s giving youngmin a bath. why? 👀”

[🐢] : “okay, ‘cause i think y/n’s using loveclick, like i see her on it all the time 🥲 did something happen between them?”

[🦁] : “not that i know of, i don’t stay here at their dorms, only if i need to babysit 🤗. maybe she’s just watching a movie or something.”

[🐢]: “ok, then. i hope she is though.”

[🦁]: “hey, we got nothing to worry about. for all i know, they’re in good terms. they’re just busy with their final year. we can’t assume anything.”

you giggled at your phone for rewatching friends, the show was such a stress reliever. you started season 1 just earlier this week and now you’re hooked to season 3. never gets old, you told yourself.

taking peek at yeri who officially decided to move in your and yoohyeon’s dorm, she was sure taking her time on her morning routine since the school’s on holiday for a few days due to staff development day. fall was closing in so they wanted to have time before midterms come along for the underclassmen.

a tab appeared on the top of your screen, a text message from johnny made you sit up, your stomach churning.

[ johnny ] : “hi y/n, i know we haven’t been meeting up much but i was hoping if you could babysit youngmin again this coming week? i’m kinda busy.”

[ you ] : “yeah sure, i could do that.”

[ you ] : “are you okay?

it took sometime for him to reply you.

[ johnny ] : “yeah, just a lot going on this school year🥲”

[ you ] : “okay. i hope you can get through it, besides, we’re graduating next year. a penny for thoughts? 👀”

[ johnny ] : “i’m good, thank you. i’ll drop youngmin off on wednesday morning, okay? 🙇🏻‍♂️”

[ you ] : “okay! i’ll see you both then 🤗”

johnny stared at his phone all blank. with all the things that was on his mind, he didn’t know why guilt was building in his chest. he didn’t deserve you at all. he was the type to convey his feelings through communication and he found that ideal to do in any relationship.

somehow, for the first time, he was left tongue-tied. he couldn’t find the right words to say. for the first time, he was stuck in a quicksand not knowing how to lift himself up. and he had never experienced something like this before.

“mr. suh? we’re about to do the ultrasound, the image will show on the monitor in a bit.” the ob-gyn’s voice entered his hearing, smiling as she held the transducer, placing it on minji’s stomach.

“baby’s all healthy.. and-” the ob-gyn continued to explain.

minji gave a small smile as she looked on the screen, looking foward to the baby’s image, listening to the heartbeat heard when it was spotted. she held johnny’s hand while at it, the action he hadn’t felt in a long time.

his eyes trailed to the person who initiated it. it made him clench his jaw, expressionless. he didn’t know what to feel, at least, at the moment.

it was bittersweet.

it was vague.

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[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

Obligatory insecurities Pt. I

This is a little angsty but mostly fluff, wasn't planning on separating it into parts at first but it just ended up being too long.

Whoops.

Lucifer

Behind pride, sits doubt. It lingers behind the day to day problems he has to chase after and solve, behind the piles upon piles of work he has to sift through each and every day, waiting for the straw to break the camel's back.

Only then does it come forth, bouncing in the space behind his eyes, demanding he think on his failures. Is he truly doing what's best for his brothers? Or is he really the tyrant they call him.

Would they be better without him? Back in the Celestial realm? All of this is his fault, he is the eldest, he can't make it okay.

That's when they come to him, the human who to him seems to suffer no such doubts. MC's gone and barrelled through the Devildom guns blazing like no human ever has, or ever will again.

They sit beside him, and merely hold him, cradling his head to their chest so he can hear the assured beat of their heart.

'You are perfect, you have done enough, we're okay. You're okay.'

Affirmations tumble from their lips, and as if by magic they overpower the bastard doubt echoing in his head, replaced with the warmth and assurance of them.

But the affirmations keep coming, doused with affection given without reservation or pride, until he can think of nothing but the peace they bring.

Mammon

It should be obvious what makes him break. One insult too many, misplaced blame too often, lack of trust from the demons he loves most.

He knows he's greedy, he can't help it. He wants to best, for himself, for his family, for the ones he loves to have everything they could ever want.

They don't see that, and one day, the witches get a little too close to violating parts of him which were never on the table.

Nobody cares though, because he got himself into this mess, he should suffer the consequences.

Nobody cares, but MC.

They've laughed at him being hung from the ceiling for something menial before, rolled their eyes at his pick pocketing gambling tendencies, but when they arrived to pick him up, their eyes were no joke.

For a second, he's sure they're going to snap at him, instead, they pull him in, and hug him like he can't ever remember being hugged before.

'Are you alright? Did she hurt you?'

'I...'m sorry, I just- I thought-'

He broke, and MC caught him, guiding him back to his room without speaking a word. If the witch had tried to stop them, he doubts she would've survived the attempt.

MC sat him on his sofa, brought him hot chocolate, put on music, and cuddled up next to him, all without a word.

He stares at the homemade hot drink in awe, he's not used to being taken care of like this, but when he looks up, there's that smile that's worth all the grimm in the Devildom.

'Don't be scared of calling me when you're in trouble, kay? I'll always come get you, no matter how you got yourself into it.'

Leviathan

Oh boy, where do we start here?

Envy is inherently insecure, he's always wanting things he doesn't have. The next season, a new merch line, all of it. Wanting, wanting, wanting.

It's endless, and exhausting. Being an Otaku is by far the most harmless of outlets he's had in his lifetime, but what's remained common, is his hatred of people.

People and their ability to socialise and make friends so easily. People who take those friends for granted and go forever without acknowledging them.

Between the want, and the hunt for more, his head is a mess of insecurity and desire, except in the presence of that one human.

MC just has to sit in his room with him, and suddenly, he envies no one, wants for nothing.

They bought themselves a bean bag and set it in his room, it's their space, a little piece of MC which stays in his room all the time. It even smells like them.

Even when they're not with him, he just glances at that purple bean bag, and smiles. He still wants, and chases, but the yawning chasm that once plagued him to get a better one, a bigger one, a faster one, was a little quieter, because he knows there's no improving on his best friend, on that little slice of peace that smiles at him from that bean bag and makes him lose when they look so dang cute.

Satan

His insecurities are...dangerous. He's learned that the hard way.

His wrath hurts people when he lets it out, hurts him when he bottles it up, and though he's had time to control it, sometimes, one's nature is unavoidable.

Wrath is not synonymous with control, he feels like all Hell has broken loose in his chest and throws everyone away.

Especially MC, if he hurt them, he'd never forgive himself.

He locked himself in his room, fighting not to rip the place to shreds, until something slid under his door.

A note, scented with chamomile, with three simple words in MC's handwriting.

I love you

At that moment, those words felt like the be all and end all, allowing him to slowly, carefully, bring himself out of his own head.

I love you, they wrote. They love him, despite his terrifying nature.

It must have been hours before he finally opened the door, and found MC, curled up in the hallway, resting on a pillow off their bed, sound asleep.

They'd been there all along, and would be every time he had an episode. They know they can't be near him, for both their sakes, if this is as close as they can get, they'll take it.

From then on, Satan knows he's not alone with his wrath.

Asmodeus

Pretty, pretty, pretty, has to be pretty. That's what they see, pretty Asmo, perfect, sexy, horny, lustful, and he is all of those things.

Is that all he is, though? Just...pretty. There's more to him than that...right?

He looks in the mirror, muttering affirmations to himself as he puts on his makeup, until he stops, and the tears start to fall. The mascara starts to run, and when next he looks up, it's with blurry eyes that he sees something so very ugly, but it's not his face.

There's nothing else to him, he fears, behind a pretty face, there's nothing else there.

Beside himself, he reaches out for someone, anyone, and MC answers the call in seconds.

They're at his side and cradling him like the most precious thing in the world, right there on the bathroom floor, as he blubbers his insecurities like a fool.

'Oh love, you've got so much more than beauty. You're so beautiful inside I wouldn't care if I could never see you again, I would still love you.'

'Re-really?'

'Abso-fucking-lutely. You bring me so much joy without even trying, you never judge and find beauty in so many things, the world is wonderful seen through your eyes.'

Sniffles replace his sobs and he melts into their embrace, laying affectionate kisses to their neck. 'Tell me more...please?'

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[naesarangyunho]

Beans on Toast (1)- Jung Wooyoung x m!reader

[These aren't my images credits to the original owners]

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Synopsis: Basically a silly, sappy, kinda cliché soulmate au because I felt like it

Contains: wooyoung being his usual self, all of y/n's friends have soulmates and he's lonely, fluff, some attempts at humour.

[Word Count: 2.1k]

With the coming and going of his twentieth birthday that week, he was once more acutely aware that it had been so long – officially two years now– since he had received his soulmate mark and that he had yet to find that soulmate. 

To make matters worse, it was only he who was single– all of his friends had already found their other half and boy did he envy them. 

His eldest friend Hongjoong had been the first to find his soulmate and his was the experience that y/n was most jealous of. Hongjoong had simply clocked in at work on the afternoon of his eighteenth birthday, bumped into his colleague with whom he was already in love with and bam, soulmates!

Second had been the youngest member of their friend group; Jongho. Although he had turned eighteen and received his mark later than his friends, he still beat half of them to it, finding his soulmate within less than a year after. To be honest, though, she had found him. Jongho had been well known in the community and within his schools for his excellent soccer skills and with that buzz of being the top player floating around, it was difficult to find him. When the local soccer club was short a member the captain herself had taken it upon herself to find Jongho and recruit him. It hadn't taken much to get him to join, not when he discovered that the woman with big brown eyes and sass for days was his soulmate.

For a long while following that it had been only y/n and Yeosang who had yet to find their soulmate. They had like a little solidarity bond going for them during that time. When the other two members of their friend group were out with their partners or doing 'coupley things', Yeosang and he would stick together. They would hang out together and had each other to grumble about being single to or after a few drinks they would hype each other up with "Who needs soulmates anyways!?". It felt good having someone who could relate. That little dynamic came to an end when one semester Yeosang decided to switch majors.

He had gotten lost on campus and couldn't find one of his new classes and had rushed to the office to seek out directions. He had asked the first person he came across, mistakenly assuming he was staff, but that person had no idea where he was either and was new to not only the university but the Republic of South Korea itself. 

The stranger's Korean had failed him in his excitement at finding his soulmate and he had switched to rapid-fire Italian. Yeosang had not a clue what he was saying and simply stood there, staring at him in awe with bright eyes and a huge smile forming on his face. 

Y/n had happened to be with Yeosang and had witnessed the scene with his own eyes. Yeosang and his soulmate had been equal parts awkward and adorable and he couldn't help but smile at the fond memory. 

Admittedly, he had been a little salty when he realised that he was officially on his own but he couldn't stay salty forever. Alessandro grew on him very quickly and so did the happiness he brought Yeosang. 

So yeah, he had been left to wallow in his soulmatelessness and watch his friends fall deeply in love with their soulmates. He really couldn't help but long for his own soulmate. He wanted to be just as happy and in love as his friends. He wanted to experience what they were experiencing. He didn't want to be alone anymore. 

That left Y/N alone though and as he watched his friends be deeply in love with their soulmates, he couldn't help but long for his own. He wanted to be that happy and in love. He wanted to experience what his friends were experiencing. He wanted to not be alone anymore.

Sometimes he would argue that that loneliness benefited him a little. He had more time to spend on his studies. His excellent grades in high school had lured him into a false sense of security, letting him think that university would be just as simple. He had been incorrect and his first university exam marks had been a slap in the face and a serious wake up call.

He also had more time to daydream. He would lie and tell you that those daydreams were constructive and that he was thinking up characters and scenarios he could write about or put away for later when he had a chance to continue working on the sci-fi novel he had in drafts. Honestly, though, at least eighty percent of that time was spent on thinking about his soulmate. 

He had so many questions and thoughts. He wondered what they were like. He wondered what they looked like. Were they a boy or a girl or someone in between like Hongjoong's partner? How old were they? Were they in Korea too or were they a foreigner like Alessandro? 

One thing he was certain of however was that they must be a very interesting person if the words he had woken up to on his eighteenth birthday were anything to go by. 

He looked down at his left arm and lifted his sleeve a little. He smiled softly as he traced the words printed neatly into the skin of his forearm.

His phone vibrated in his pocket and he abruptly snapped back to reality. He pulled it out to check it. 

Haribo

Where are you???

Shoot, he was meant to meet Jongho in the library for a study session! 

He shot up from the bench he had taken a rest on and hurriedly gathered his things before speed-walking in the direction of the university library. 

His headphones were on and blaring music and if it hadn't been for the hand tugging on his arm he wouldn't have realised someone was calling him. 

He stopped walking, tugged his headphones down to rest around his neck and turned to see who the firm grip on his arm belonged to. He was met by the sight of a six-foot-something guy and a smaller dark-haired boy that he discovered to be the source of the hold on his arm.

He barely had a moment to properly take in the strangers or ask questions before the dark-haired boy spoke up, voice a little louder and more excited than necessary.

"What's your opinion on beans on toast?"

He was taken aback and was too surprised and confused to even register what was going on.

"W-what on toast?" He stuttered, eyes slightly widened. This hadn't been on his bingo card for a Tuesday afternoon on campus. 

The tall boy gripped the shorter, dark-haired boy by the back of his shirt collar, not unlike one grabs a misbehaving puppy, and tugged him away from a bewildered y/n.

"Wooyoung-ah, how many times have I told you that you can't just grab people like that? What happened to your manners?" He scolded. 

Wooyoung huffed dramatically and pouted, "Hyunggg, it's an important question. I've been wondering what the locals would think ever since we came back from our trip to England."

The taller man rolled his eyes, "You're ridiculous. We're late for class and you're worried about food and harassing strangers."

Y/n was suddenly frozen as he realised something. As he watched them argue back and forth his eyes settled on the one the tall boy had called Wooyoung. His heart was racing and the skin on his arm felt almost like it was tingling. Was he imagining things or..?

"Yunho-yah, listen, you eat anything. Just because you like- "

Wooyoung suddenly stilled, his eyes widening and his jaw dropping slightly.

Yunho frowned, "Woo? What's wrong?"

Wooyoung ignored him and turned quickly to face Y/n, "Can I... Can I see your arm?"

Yunho gasped softly as he realised what was happening and stepped back a little to give them some space.

Y/n's heart was pounding and he could feel a drop of sweat form on his temple. He felt excitement begin to take over but he tried his best to keep it down, trying to not get his hopes up and end up breaking his own heart if this wasn't what he thought it was. He swallowed thickly before responding to Wooyoung's question with a nod.

Wooyoung reached for his arm again, his grip a lot gentler than earlier, and he carefully rolled up his sleeve.

He gasped softly as he saw the words there and softly traced his index finger over them. Y/n could feel goosebumps rise on his skin at his touch despite how warm he was feeling in that moment.

Then Wooyoung laughed and Y/n's heart swelled at the sound.

Wooyoung used his hold on him to pull him towards him and buried him in a warm hug.

"I can't believe my first words to my soulmate are so ridiculous," He murmured into Y/n's shoulder with a grin.

Y/n couldn't believe it. He had found him, his soulmate. He wrapped his arms around him, returning the hug with just as much enthusiasm as Wooyoung and Wooyoung squeezed him tight once before releasing him.

He smiled wide and held a hand out, "I'm Wooyoung."

Wooyoung's smile was contagious and he couldn't help but return it.

He reached out and held Wooyoung's proffered hand, "I'm Y/N."

They stood like that for a moment longer, finally taking the opportunity to properly look at each other.

His eyes traced Wooyoung's features. He had dark hair which Y/N now realised had a layer of blond under it giving it what he decided was an Oreo vibe. It looked long enough to tie up. He admired his beautiful tanned skin, his toned figure (did he work out?), his deep brown eyes, the curve of his nose and lastly, his lips.

He blushed and finally tore his eyes from Wooyoung, looking down at their joined hands instead.

Wooyoung chuckled at his sudden shyness and tugged him in for another hug. He let out a surprised yelp and stumbled but Wooyoung's strong arms caught him and held him tight. Wooyoung was going to be both a handful and clingy, he realised. He returned his embrace and buried his face in his neck– he didn't mind that and could definitely see himself getting used to this.

Wooyoung pulled away all too soon and y/n instantly missed the warmth of his body.

He had heard that people get rather attached to their soulmates very quickly but he didn't think it would be this fast.

"I can't believe I've found my soulmate and-" Wooyoung held him out at arm's length "He's gorgeous too."

Y/n smiled, "I could say the same."

Wooyoung raised an eyebrow, "Oh? Then why don't you?"

He looked away with a blush and Wooyoung laughed. That was quickly becoming one of Y/n's favourite sounds. 

Wooyoung was still beaming at him, "You're shy, aren't you? That's okay."

Someone cleared their throat and the two boys suddenly remembered that Yunho was there too.

"I'm so sorry to interrupt but we're running horribly late for a class, Woo."

"I'm sure the teacher will understand," Wooyoung said dismissively with a wave of his hand.

"Wooyoung, that woman hates you. You set her hair on fire last year."

Wooyoung looked quickly between his soulmate and Yunho, his cheeks flushing.

"Hyung!" He hissed.

Yunho laughed, "What? Worried I scare him off? I don't think that's likely."

Wooyoung glanced at his soulmate who was basically glowing with joy and amusement. Yeah, maybe Yunho was right. But still.

Wooyoung rushed to explain, "I swear it was an accident I-"

"Wooyoung. We need to go, you can tell him all about it later," Yunho interrupted. 

"Since when did you become the adult?" Wooyoung sulked.

"Since San put me on babysitting duty," Yunho retorted

"Hyung! I am not a baby."

Yunho looked at Y/N, "I want to say 'Sorry, he isn't always like this' but I'd be lying."

Wooyoung's cheeks were burning and he covered his face with his hands.

Y/n chuckled and reached forward to take Wooyoung's hands away from his face, "It's alright, I like it."

And he wasn't lying. Wooyoung was definitely going to bring some excitement into his otherwise dull life.

"As I said though, I hate to cut this short but I'm sure Y/n also has somewhere to be."

He nodded reluctantly and Wooyoung's face fell. He really was like a puppy.

"Give me your number and I'll call you later, okay?" He held his phone out so Wooyoung could type his number into it.

"Promise?" Wooyoung asked as he took it.

He nodded and Wooyoung grinned brightly before quickly typing his number in. He quickly called himself from y/n's phone.

"There. Now I have yours too!" He announced as he cut the call.

He returned the cell phone and squeezed his hand before Yunho was once more dragging him away by the back of his collar.

"See you later!" Wooyoung called out with a wave as he let his tall friend drag him down the walkway.

Y/n smiled and waved him off.

He stood rooted in place still for a while after Wooyoung and Yunho had disappeared from sight, smiling stupidly.

He'd found him.

Then reality struck him.

Jongho was waiting for him.

Hopefully, Jongho would be more understanding than Wooyoung's professor but somehow he doubted it.

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