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white-poppie · 1 year

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ST✩RBOY: random hxh hcs

Now playing- STARBOY by The weekend ft. Killua, Kurapika, Chrollo, Illumi Tw: dissociation

💿 Kurapika

The most perfect man there is to exist!!?!!

So I know Kurapika had to almost grow up by himself, so I think he can handle household chores very well.

I would like to think that he somehow discovers baking. I just know he would be good at it <3

I just know he has super pretty cursive handwriting -sighs dreamily-

If you hug him, I know he would be so hesitant, but would slowly nuzzle deeper. If you were close to him and finally hug him, he would literally try his best to hold back tears (Please tell him, it's okay to cry!)

He smells so good omfg. I can't decide between Vanilla or some earthy smell, either way, it's so comforting yet at the same time it's like *eyes roll to the back of head*

You can read this for more scent hcs: Serenade my Senses

Call him pretty boy and he would be so shocked the first time, but as he gets used to it, he gives coy smile <33

I like the think it takes him a long time to get comfortable, but when he does it's so soft that it feels like breathing air. He is so touch-starved tho, so I can imagine him getting clingy after a while. (same bro same)

He is the knuckle and neck kisses type of dude *cue the flusters*

He hates Andrew Tate and his fans like he would go spit on them if could, this guy has the most healthy masculinity in all of anime and I love him for that.

Doesn't really understand the concept of memes tbh, he needs some explaining but he will laugh a little when you send them, he will once in a blue moon send memes but only the cat ones.

(realises how much I wrote for him while about to write more. This man has me on a chokehold frfr)

💿 Killua

He has trans-supporting t-shirts for him and Alluka. They are all matching.

Takes Alluka to pride parades! He has them sat on his shoulder the entire time too!!

Cant comfort a person even if his life depends on it. If you are crying he is just there like 🧍, awkwardly offering you some chocolate robots tho.

He just can't sit without moving every second! Literally a cat 😒

Older! Killua around 16-17 is a massive flirt! He is so quick to pull out reactions from anyone and takes a sick pleasure in it too??

Calls himself 'The Rizz lord' unironically.

His top Spotify artists would be Chase Atlantic, Mother-mother, The Scotts, Nirvana, Mitski and the Arctic Monkeys. Basically really an alt-rock/indie thing going on (us bro.)

💿 Chrollo

Mansplain, Manslaughter, Manwhore, Manipulate, Malewife ™️

Reads macabre literature like Crime and Punishment, No longer human, if we were villains, the secret history etc.

Tbh I feel like unlike how the fandom portrays him, he is a rather normal dude.

Gothic Academia ultra pro max.

Did the Soldier/Poet/King test, wanted 'king' but got 'poet'

Doesn't have pets because he thinks he can not take care of them

He loves animals tho, idk he seems the birds type of guy.

He likes the 'ominous' kind of birds more; like Ravens, Crows, Vultures and eagles.

Listens to Lana Del Ray and Maneskin, no questions asked.

Is scared of diving into conspiracy theories because he knows he would get sucked into the black hole because he is very interested in morbid things.

He is a DC fan, especially Gothan chronicles. (is that what it's called? Yk the things related to Gotham: joker, poison ivy, harlequin etc.)

Tried journalling once, failed terribly, and stopped after a week.

💿 Illumi

Oh wow, he is a difficult one to write about, but you guys love him, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I hate to say this, but I think he frequently dissociates, usually for very short periods of time, he doesn't even know it tbh, just thinks he is out of the element.

He is subconsciously under a lot of stress so his mind tries to flee from it by dissociating.

I wrote a little more about this here: Stuck in a vicious cycle

I think he likes potted plants, especially succulents. He is patient so I can see him take care of even the very difficult ones.

If he is going on a mission, he would go to his mother (because he cannot trust his siblings and father in this matter) like 'take care of my child.'

She actually manages to keep it alive somehow??

I think he knows how to do origami (he saw a child making a paper crane once and got curious.)

Illumi genuinely doesn't know how to care for his hair, he just follows whatever his mom tells him to do, so thank Kikuyo for those luscious tresses.

He has a hyper-fixation on mushrooms (not the psychedelic kind you weirdo). He knows the names of a lot of mushrooms.

Just imagine him and Hisoka taking walk and he randomly spots a mushroom and mumbles to himself 'Coprinus comatus'

and Hisoka is like:

(yes it's a bad meme, but it's the effort that counts)

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sluttywonwoo · 9 months

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instead of you [part twenty-four] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, angst, alcohol consumption, smut adjacent... you'll see (mdni)

word count: 4.5k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!

series masterlist | early access to the next chapter on ko-fi

Jisung was gone when you woke up the next morning. The sheets beside you were cold, meaning he hadn’t been there for a while. You reached for your phone to see if you had any messages from him, but when you checked it there was nothing.

You didn’t have much on the itinerary today so you could go back to sleep if you wanted to, but you figured you should probably get up and find Jiisung before doing anything else.

You got dressed and ventured into the living area, stumbling across Minho sitting shirtless on the couch. You suppressed a sigh, and brushed past him into the kitchen. Jisung wasn’t there either. There was tea brewing in a kettle on the stove so you knew he couldn’t be far, but you were back at square one with your search.

Reluctantly, you sulked back to where Minho was. It was hard to ‘keep your distance’ from him when you were sharing a living space- even if you weren’t sharing a room anymore.

“Do you know where my boyfriend is?”

Minho flinched, like he didn’t expect you to address him, but recovered quickly, lips easing into a smirk. “What, am I not good enough company?”

It was especially hard to keep your distance when he said things like that- mostly because you wanted to smack the grin off of his face.

You scowled. “Do you know where he is or not?”

“He’s on the balcony.”

You left Minho where he was and found your best friend exactly where his brother said he would be. He was sitting with his mother at the dining table with the book he’d borrowed from you laying open on the glass surface.

You could tell he’d responded to some of your annotations from the different colored ink in the margins. Neither of you had very good handwriting so it could be difficult to tell apart, which is why you always wrote in different colors. You used black pens, Jisung used blue.

Leaving little messages between the pages of books was you and Jisung’s thing, well, one of your many things, but you found yourself wondering what it would be like to annotate a book for Minho. Would he think your dumb jokes were funny? Would he like the same lines as you? Get annoyed by the protagonist- you stopped yourself there, unable to go any further with that train of thought. Sexual fantasies were one thing, but domestic fantasies... you couldn’t let yourself go down that road.

Nikki was the first to notice you standing there and she waved you over with a grin, pulling out an empty chair for you.

“Good morning! How’d you sleep?”

“Really good, thank you.”

Jisung spoke next before you could return the formality. “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty. I thought I might have to go in there and wake you up before we head out to the museums.”

You forced a chuckle as you settled in the seat, throwing your best friend a glare when his mother wasn’t looking.

“Your tea is almost ready,” you said, suddenly remembering. “The kettle was making a lot of noise.”

“Oh thanks, baby.” Jisung leaned forward to push himself up, but his mom beat him to it.

“I’ll get it, you two stay here.”

“Are you sure, mom?” he asked. “I can just go grab it really fast.”

“No, no,” she assured him. “I’ve got it.”

“Thank you.”

“Would you like any, y/n?”

You shook your head. “Oh, no thank you.”

“I’ve been trying to get her on it for years, trust me. She’s partial to coffee.”

“She’s my one true love, I can’t cheat on her.”

The truth was you did drink tea sometimes, but you didn’t really care for the way Jisung made it.

“You’re in tea’s birthplace,” he argued. “If you’re going to have it anywhere, it should be here!”

“And to your point, if I drink tea here, I’d rather go get it from somewhere authentic.”

Jisung shrugged in defeat, cracking a smile. “Fair enough.”

You waited until Nikki was inside to shove him. “Can you not make me look bad in front of your mom?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I sleep in late, I don’t like tea?”

He chuckled, still rubbing his arm. “Those aren’t bad things!”

“You’re Korean. Isn’t not liking tea considered treason?”

“Well, you’re not Korean.”

“Exactly, I don’t want her to think I’m some classless American or something.”

“She doesn’t! Where are you getting these ideas from?” he cocked his head to the side, voice tinged with concern. “She loves you, trust me.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled.

“Nothing to be sorry for,” he assured you and grabbed your hand, giving it a quick squeeze.

You tried to relax a little, rolling your shoulders and your neck to relieve some of the tension.

“You okay, baby?” he pressed, running his thumb along your knuckles.

Just then you heard the door to the apartment open and close. Nikki appeared at the table a moment later with a mug in each hand.

“Thanks, mom,” Jisung said gratefully as he accepted the drink from her. His eyes flitted back to your face, still waiting for your answer.

“What are we doing tonight?” you asked, deciding to change the subject.

He hesitated before answering, like he didn’t want to move on without knowing what was bothering you. But you didn’t give him much of a choice.

“Minho and Felix were mentioning getting drunk tonight.”

“Again?” you mused, making Nikki grin as she took a sip of her tea.

Bold of you to say, for someone who usually spent her weeknights at a fraternity house. You could tell Jisung was thinking the same thing. He quirked an eyebrow up at you in question, but thankfully didn’t verbalize his thoughts. That would definitely be something to tarnish your character in his mother’s eyes if he were to mention it in front of her.

“I think the bar upstairs is doing a karaoke night or something. Wanna go?”

Jisung still didn’t know about the decision you’d made to avoid alcohol. Because knowing that would mean he’d have to know about why you’d made said decision. You didn’t think you would ever be able to tell your best friend that you’d kissed his brother- or that he’d kissed you for that matter and then you’d kissed him like a week later while you were completely sober.

He also didn’t know about your other agreement, the one that you’d made with Minho, the one where you had agreed to stay away from each other.

So you just nodded easily in agreement, resolving silently to be the designated sober friend of the night, even though you didn’t have to drive anywhere.

Of course, it was foolish to think that alcohol was to blame for your decision-making. You knew it only lowered your inhibitions. It didn’t alter the chemistry of your brain or turn you into a different person. But you hoped that staying dry, or somewhat dry, for the rest of the trip would help keep you out of trouble.

“Come on, y/n, you have to do a song!”

It was Minho, of course, who was urging you to get up on stage and make a fool of yourself in front of the entire bar.

“Trust me, you do not want to hear me sing,” you insisted. “And this isn’t me being humble or anything. I’m not hiding some incredible talent like girls do in the movies, I promise.”

“That’s never stopped you before!” Jisung chimed in. “You love karaoke. Are you embarrassed because they’re here?” he nodded toward his brothers and you stared down at the table without answering, pretty much confirming what he’d suggested.

And he’s right, you do love karaoke, but that’s because most of the time you’re halfway to blacking out by the time you get on stage, and this time you’re stone-cold sober. All of the fun of karaoke comes from being too gone to care that you’re ruining a cultural masterpiece and doing a disservice to whoever the original artist is.

The only people who enjoyed doing karaoke sober were people with a humiliation kink.

Plus, this bar was a lot nicer than the bars you were used to doing karaoke in. Everyone was dressed in semi-formal attire, including yourself, and you didn’t know if you’d be able to relax in this atmosphere.

“We could do a duet,” Jisung offered. “I know we do a pretty decent Wish I Was a Cowboy.”

“We cannot do a country song here.”

“Then what song do you want to do? You pick.”

“I don’t know,” you whined. “Do we have to?”

“We don’t have to, but I know you’ll have fun. You always do!” You grumbled under your breath because you knew he was right. “Maybe you just need a little more liquid courage, hm?” Jisung pushed your drink closer to you with a knowing grin.

He didn’t know the daiquiri in front of you was actually a virgin daiquiri, didn’t know you’d slipped away to the bar when you said you were going to the bathroom to ask the bartender to make your drink nonalcoholic.

You knew the only reason you were hesitating on getting up on that stage was the lack of alcohol in your system.

“If you do a duet, Minho and I will do a duet,” Felix propositioned. “And you can choose the song.”

Now that was an offer you couldn’t refuse.

“Fine. Get me a shot.”

“Atta girl.”

Twenty minutes later the DJ was calling you and Jisung to the front of the room. The tequila was still burning your throat even though you’d chased it with your daiquiri. You could tell Jisung was feeling it too from the way he grimaced and cleared his throat before standing from his seat.

You took his hand and let him lead you through the small crowd. The bar was probably a little busier than it was on a normal night because of the event, but it still wasn’t packed.

Still, the amount of people you were going to have to sing in front of made you nervous. One shot had turned into three, against your better judgment, to try and shake the anxiety and you were definitely feeling it, but the nerves hadn’t subsided.

The DJ confirmed your song choice with Jisung and then reiterated it to the audience in Mandarin and English. You’d chosen Kesha’s “We R Who We R” on a whim. It wasn’t really a duet song, but you knew all of the words and you knew your best friend did too.

Your eyes found Minho’s automatically- even with the stage lights shining in your face, even with the sea of people in front of you, you were drawn to him. You told yourself it was because you already knew where he was, you’d just been sitting there, and he was familiar. You were nervous, and you didn’t know anyone else here other than Jisung’s brothers. Of course you’d look for comfort.

He gave you an encouraging thumbs up as the music started to swell from the speakers and you forced yourself to look away, cheeks burning. The tequila had been a bad idea.

Thankfully, the song was over as soon as it started. At least, that’s how it felt. One of the reasons you didn’t mind karaoke was that you’d black out the second you stepped foot on stage and then regain consciousness once you were finished performing. It was fun because you weren’t self-conscious of embarrassing yourself in the moment, and then you’d get to laugh at yourself later if one of your friends had filmed it.

“Great job,” Felix complimented upon your return to the table. Minho clapped Jisung on the back approvingly.

“Y/n carried,” Jisung said proudly, leaning back and placing a hand on your thigh. “She always does.”

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t even remember what we just did. The song started playing and that’s it. I came back to when they were all clapping.”

“Well your autopilot is very impressive,” Felix continued.

“Thanks. Years of practice.”

“What do you mean?” Minho asked.

“It used to happen all the time in high school too...” you trailed off, mumbling the next part. “I was a theater kid.”

“What?”

Jisung smirked at your embarrassed expression while his brothers gawked at you. “Makes sense, right?” he teased.

“Shut the fuck up,” you spat.

“That explains so much,” Minho whispered.

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Anyway, you did great, babe,” Jisung said. “Promise.”

“As long as I hit most of the notes I’m happy.”

“Okay, now pick a song for me and Minho. We’re up in a few more rounds.”

Felix passed you the book of choices for you to look over, even though you’d already flipped through everything when you and Jisung went. Instinctively, you looked up to Minho for some kind of guidance. You didn’t want to pick something they wouldn’t like. But he just grinned.

“Pick your poison.”

You ended up recruiting Jisung for the decision since he knew the two boys way better than you did. He pointed out a couple of options for you to choose from and you eventually went with Promiscuous Girl by Nelly Furtado and Timbaland which proved to be a mistake. You chose it because you thought they’d make fun of themselves and have a good time with it, and they did, but Minho also pulled out a side of him you’d never seen before and that was a problem.

It was a problem because he took Timbaland’s part and the lower octave definitely had an effect on you. Not only that, but the way he worked the stage like he owned it made your insides twist. He was pretty confident on a normal day, but this was on a different level. It was clear that he wasn’t taking himself too seriously, but that he also knew how to perform, which was making you feel all sorts of things. Instead of interacting with each other, Minho and Felix involved the crowd, acting like they were singing about them. And of course, Minho locked eyes with you and wouldn’t look away. His gaze broke away a couple of times when he turned to face different sections of the audience, but it always came back to you.

At some point, you weren’t even registering the lyrics anymore, just watching his hips move to the rhythm like you were being hypnotized.

“He’s such a show-off,” Jisung mumbled in your ear. “He’s got a career in dance and never lets anyone forget it.”

“They’re upstaging us,” you muttered back.

“Yeah, fuck them.”

“We should leave,” you joked, still not able to tear your eyes away from the stage. You weren’t sure if you’d be able to stand if you tried. “We can’t stand for this kind of disrespect.”

“At least they don’t have our chemistry,” he pointed out.

“That’s true. We have that advantage. It would have been a little concerning if they did.”

Jisung laughed, and nodded in agreement, turning his head back toward the performance.

It was like Minho could feel the shift in your attention, like he knew you were fully focused on him again, because he threw a wink in your direction, biting his lip to suppress a smirk.

“Jesus, are they trying to seduce the entire bar?”

Nope, just me.

He was probably just doing it to be annoying, to get under your skin or something. He was the one who had said it was a good idea to keep your distance from each other so you knew it didn’t mean anything.

Still, you felt hot all over and stole a sip of Jisung’s drink to try and cool down. You’d already finished yours. But you forgot that his actually had vodka in it and almost spit it all over the table.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” your best friend asked frantically, hitting you a couple of times on the back in case you were choking.

“Just strong,” is all you were able to manage.

“Here, I’ll get you some water.”

“No, I got it,” you insisted. “I have to go to the bathroom anyway.”

That was a lie, but you did want to splash some cold water on your face to ease the heat that had risen to your cheeks during Minho and Felix’s performance. The song was over now and you didn’t want them to see you so flustered so you needed to be gone before they came back over to the table.

You were up before Jisung could protest, and wove through the tables to the back of the bar where the hallway for the restrooms were. You were nearly there when you heard your name being called from behind you and you whipped around before you could think better of it.

It was Minho, because who else would it be? He had his hands in the pockets of his slacks, Rolex just barely peeking out from where it was fastened around his wrist. You hated that you noticed that. You hated that you noticed the veins that traveled up his arms and disappeared under the rolled sleeves of his white dress shirt. You hated that you noticed everything about him.

“What are you doing back here?” you asked.

“Looking for you,” he confessed. “Thought you might’ve been upset.”

“Upset about what?”

He took a step closer to you. You were tempted to back away, but you stood your ground. The hallway was already pretty small and in a couple of moves of this chess game you were playing with him you’d be backed into a corner, literally.

“About the karaoke thing.”

“What karaoke thing?”

“Well, it could be a number of things,” he explained. “I feel bad about pressuring you to do a song when you didn’t want to, for one.”

“You didn’t pressure me.”

“I kind of did.”

“Not any more than my own boyfriend was.”

He shrugged indifferently, but it was stiff. His shoulders moved up and down in a rehearsed manner. It didn’t come naturally.

“It’s just karaoke,” you added.

“Well, yeah, but then I also thought you might be upset about me and Felix’s song- or my part of the song, I guess.”

Had he noticed you acting weird? Or was he suddenly remorseful over eye-fucking you for three straight minutes in front of your boyfriend? Either way, you weren’t sure why he would care.

“I picked the song, why would I be upset?”

“I mean, you got up as soon as it ended. I thought you might be rushing out because I overstepped or something.”

“Do you think you overstepped?” you asked, throwing the ball back into his court.

Minho pressed his lips into a thin line as he contemplated how to answer your question.

“Not everything is about you,” you scoffed before he could respond, even though you had definitely just been running to the bathroom to splash water on your face because of him.

He blinked, clearly not expecting you to take the conversation in that direction. “I know.”

You put your hands on your hips and cocked your head to the side. “Do you?”

“Listen, I know things between us are complicated-”

“You’re the one who said we should stay away from each other, yet here you are following me to the bathroom. Where does Jisung think you are? What if he comes to check on me?”

“He won’t.”

“How do you know?”

Minho sighed in exasperation, taking a hand out of his pocket to run it through his styled curls. “Do you ever stop worrying?”

“I think the situation warrants it,” you reasoned.

“And what exactly is the situation?” he asked, taking another step closer.

“You tell me,” you countered.

You were both dancing around it, neither of you wanting to admit it. Minho has a career in dance. Jisung’s words echoed in your head as you stared his older brother down. You knew you were going to be the one to get burned in the end no matter how things turned out, especially now that the fire was growing so out of control. Wild, destroying everything in its path. You could feel it in your stomach, the incandescence that drew you to Minho. You could see the embers in his eyes too.

Minho was the first to make a move this time. Instead of answering, he cupped your face in his hands and pressed his lips to yours. You kissed him back almost immediately, practically melting into him as he slipped his tongue into your mouth.

He steadied you by moving his hands from your cheeks to your waist. His strong frame cradled your crumbling one, and he stumbled backward as he pulled you into the men’s room. He leaned his back into the door to open it, mouth never leaving yours.

The bathroom was empty, thankfully, but you didn’t think you would’ve cared if it wasn’t. Minho turned you around and pressed you into the sinks, teeth grazing your shoulders as he ground his hips into yours from behind.

The dim lighting was another thing you were thankful for. That way, he couldn’t see how wrecked you already looked in the reflection of the mirror. Your hands clutched at the edge of the marble countertop as you tried to keep your knees from buckling. He hadn’t even touched you, not really, and you were struggling to catch your breath.

Minho’s hands ran over your ass, squeezing before he spun you back around and kissed you again. Your fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, the alcohol in your system doing nothing to help your coordination.

He chuckled against your mouth and grabbed your hands with his, stilling them.

“Let me,” he whispered.

You nodded wordlessly and watched as he popped a few buttons of the dress shirt- not enough to be completely open, but enough to show off his chest, and you felt your mouth go dry as you shamelessly ogled him. He smirked at your reaction and ran a hand through his hair. You didn’t even remember grabbing his hair like that, but evidently, you had gotten carried away in more ways than one.

He grabbed your hips and hoisted you up onto the counter, laughing when you nearly fell into one of the sinks. You spread your legs for him, letting him slot himself between them as he placed a hand on each of your thighs and slipped his fingers beneath the hem of your skirt. You couldn’t help but grind yourself against him, desperate for some type of relief. The ache was getting to be too much. You felt so empty, and you just wanted something inside of you.

“Please, Minho,” you gasped.

“Please, what?” he quipped back, kissing you again to punctuate the question.

“I need...” you trailed off.

Were you really going to say it? Were you really going throw your morals out the window and fuck your best friend’s brother just because you were drunk and horny and couldn’t seem to stay away from him? Clearly, you’d stooped below the moral high ground weeks ago when you’d gotten yourself off to the thought of him, and when you kissed him. You’d already crossed so many lines, broken so many of the rules of you and Jisung’s agreement. Yet this line was the line, and if you didn’t think there was redemption for you before, there certainly wouldn’t be after this.

It was as if you were at the gates of hell, and instead of turning away and running for the hills, you were being lured into the heat. You weren’t even trying to fight it. You’d burn willingly with Minho if he would step into the flames with you.

Minho spoke before you could get another word in and whatever resolve you had left evaporated. “You have no idea how badly I want you,” he rasped.

“I think I might have some idea,” you teased, squeezing your thighs around his waist, effectively pressing his erection into your stomach.

The fact that you could feel how hard he was through his pants was only turning you on more, and it made you wonder if he could feel your arousal too. Wearing a skirt hadn’t been the best idea in hindsight. The only layer between your pussy and anything else was the panties you were wearing, and the material they were made out of was pretty thin. If Minho pulled away and there was a wet patch on his slacks from you, you might die from embarrassment.

“Wish I could take you up against the glass,” he muttered, nodding in the direction of the floor-to-ceiling windows at the far side of the restroom. “Where the whole city could see.”

The hotel bar was a rooftop bar atop a skyscraper. No one would be able to see you, and you both knew that, but the idea of it made you clench around nothing nonetheless.

He latched his mouth to your neck and began working on the straps of your shirt. He slid them down your shoulders, exposing more of your cleavage in the process. You moaned at the feeling of his tongue on your skin, and he seemed to like that. Your sounds spurred him on, and his head dipped lower and lower until he was at the valley of your breasts. You were about to beg him not to stop when the door to the bathroom flung open suddenly, making you both freeze where you were.

It was no one you knew, just one of the other patrons of the bar, but you were still completely mortified to be caught in such a compromising position. Minho was quick to react and shielded your half-naked body with his, holding you close to him so that the person couldn’t see your state of undress.

The stranger turned around and left just as quickly as they’d come in, but it had been enough to break the spell.

Minho let go of you and awkwardly stepped backward, hastily redoing the buttons on his shirt. He was quiet now and he wouldn’t look you in the eyes. You knew there was no chance of picking up where you’d left off. It was over.

“I-I’m sorry,” he said hoarsely. “I don’t know what came over me.”

You straightened your skirt and hopped off the counter. You did know what came over him. It was the same thing that came over him the first time he kissed you, and the time he kissed you back, but you decided not to say anything about it. You had no room to talk anyway.

“I, uh, I don’t want you to think that I don’t want to, because I do,” he stressed, looking pained. “But you’re my brother’s girlfriend, and that’s... that’s just a line I can’t cross. I can’t do that to him. I know we’ve already crossed so many lines... b-but as long as you’re his nothing can happen between us.”

lmk what you think i always appreciate feedback!!

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proxima-writes · 1 year

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ok but now I need more Joel and reader neighbour domestics??? Like him leaving her a post it note with his internet password and him helping her feed the cats and she helps him with his plants and setting up the damn skeleton and then throwing neighbourhood barbecues together 🥺🥺🥺

okay so i literally couldn't rest until i wrote these up so if my assignments are work are late, i'm blaming you.

title: in a feud with her neighbor - bonus scenes

read the main work here

pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x female reader

rating: PG-13 (mild language)

word count: 1084

summary:

Fluffy bonus scenes for "in a feud with her neighbor" as suggested by anon!

Content warnings/tags: not a standalone work, pre-outbreak, no sarah, established relationship, still pretending the 12 ft skeleton existed in 2003, joel gets his butt grabbed by a neighbor. This is pretty much just fluff.

“The internet is out again,” you whine. You’re in your bed with Joel, the man turned on his side facing away from you. He looks over his shoulder, eyes narrowed.

“Good. Go to sleep,” he grumbles before burying his face back into the pillow that is now his pillow. It always smells like ocean salt and eucalyptus, while your own pillow smells like lavender and vanilla.

The sheets, however, are a beautiful combination of both.

You huff but reach over to your nightstand and turn off the lamp. You scooch in closer to him, snuggling up to his back and spooning him. You let his deep breaths lull you to sleep.

The next morning, Joel’s already left for work in the early hours of the morning, a kiss pressed to your sleep warm skin as a goodbye. When you shuffle into the bathroom to get ready, there’s a pink Post-It with familiar messy handwriting stuck to the mirror.

GetYourOwnPassword03

-Joel

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There’s a package on your porch when you get home from work. You tear into it immediately, pulling out the new planters you bought as a surprise for Joel.

They were an Etsy find, a set of three white planters that say “WHAT THE FUCCULENT”, “LOOKIN’ SHARP”, and “DON’T BE A PRICK” and a bigger planter that reads “PLANT DADDY”. You giggle as you line them up on the counter.

Joel sees them when he comes over that evening, freshly showered and already wearing his pajama pants and your favorite threadbare shirt. He can barely stop laughing long enough to thank you.

“PLANT DADDY” sits in a place of pride by his front door, glued down to the concrete so that the cats can’t knock it over.

________

Joel is a grill master. He will spend a ridiculous amount of time at the deli, scrutinizing every package of beef while you hang onto the cart and wither away like a suffering Victorian woman.

“Joel, please, I’m begging you,” you say, “just pick the steaks.”

“Hush, sweetheart, I have a process,” he replies, not once looking away from the two packages of New York strip he holds.

“Just get both!” You beg. “Lots of steak! Great compromise!”

He glares at you. “We have to make a good impression.”

“A good impression on who? They’re our neighbors. They already like us! Half the moms in the neighborhood want to fuck you!”

Joel nearly drops the steaks. “They what?!”

You can’t breathe because you’re laughing so hard at the shocked look on Joel’s face. He sets both packages of steak in the cart before grabbing the handle from you and leaving you in tears in the deli.

Later that night, Joel finds you in the crowd and grabs your arm.

“I think Mrs. Matthews grabbed my ass,” he says.

You pull him close, slipping a hand into the back pocket of his jeans and giving him a peck on his lips.

“Told ya,” you tease.

________

Joel watches the Home Depot website like a hawk as soon as September hits. His buddy who works at the store said that online orders would open within the first couple of weeks. Finally, the button turns from gray to orange, and he places his order immediately.

When it’s delivered a few weeks later, you’re so excited that you ask Joel to set it up immediately.

“It’s not even October yet, baby. Can you wait another week?” He asks. You pout, but you agree. Only if he’ll set up both skeletons on the first day of October and not wait until the last minute like he did the year before.

Which is how he finds himself teetering on the top rung of his ladder, trying to set the skull on the frame while you watch from the ground. When he finally gets it screwed on, he’s slick with sweat and cursing up a storm.

“How’s that look?” He asks when he gets down from the ladder and stands beside you.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, tugging him into a kiss.

“It’s perfect.”

________

Joel walks into your house one day, plastic bags hanging from his arms. The clinking of metal against metal announces his arrival.

“Joel? Whatcha got there?” You ask, drying your hands on the dish towel hanging from the stove, one that says “JUST ROLL WITH IT” with an image of a rolling pin beneath it.

He sets the bags on the counter. “Cat food.”

You blink at him. “Cat food? You bought cat food?”

“Yeah, you mentioned you were running low. Besides, there’s a new calico out there so you gotta start puttin’ out more. Where’s the bowls?”

He moves around the kitchen with practiced ease, grabbing a spoon and the set of plastic bowls you reserve for the neighborhood cats. It hits you at that moment.

You love Joel Miller.

Your smile is huge when he turns to look at you and he freezes like a deer caught in the headlights. You close the gap between you, wrapping your arms around his waist and hugging him close.

“I love you,” you murmur into his chest. His arms wrap around your shoulders and you feel the press of his lips to your head.

“I love you, too.”

________

BONUS BETTY CONTENT

Joel wakes early the next morning after his first night with you, your naked body still curled in his. He smiles down at you before gently pulling himself from your grasp, stifling his laugh at how you pout in your sleep before rolling over, snuggling into your pillow. He finds the stack of familiar pink Post-Its on your nightstand, scribbling out a note that he’s gone to pick up breakfast and coffee and would be back soon.

He puts on his now dry swim trunks and leaves the house, shutting the door quietly behind him. The neighborhood is still asleep, the sun barely cresting the horizon as he leaves your porch.

“Leavin’ so soon, Mr. Miller?” Betty’s raspy voice calls. He freezes, feeling like a teen caught sneaking out of his house.

“Good mornin’, Betty,” he says, turning slowly to face her. She’s got a knowing smirk on her face.

“What was it I said about the two of you hittin’ it off?” She asks, tapping a finger to her lips. Joel can feel his cheeks heat.

“You were right,” Joel admits.

“I know, dear. I always am. Now, could you bring me back a doughnut while you’re out? Double chocolate. With sprinkles.”

“Yes, m’am.”

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller fic #joel miller x female reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x you #joel tlou #joel x reader #joel miller fluff #established relationship #idiots in love

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the-white-void · 1 year

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My Momma

~Synopsis: little scenarios with a child's mother figure

~Characters: Jean ft. Lisa, Ningguang.

Jean

While the Acting Grandmaster was over looking at a mountainous looking stack of documents, she was disrupted by a knock on the door "Not now, I'm busy" as she slumped to her table while her sleepiness crept up to her.

A muffled high-pitched voice was heard from the other side of the door "Miss Lisa, should I go? Miss Jean says she's busy" the sound of a young child speaking was heard through the door, another voice was heard but was more mature "just wait a little bit, I'm sure she'll let you in" the voice responded to the childish voice.

Jean stood from her seat to open the door and saw her Creator before her with a piece of paper and a dandelion in hand. Her god looked down on the floor while rubbing their robes as if they were nervous.

Lisa, the other voice, stepped up and explained to Jean the reason why they had come "you see, our little one here just remembered something special about today and wanted to give you something" as she gestures to the child.

You stepped up to her and raised the letter and dandelion to her the said "Happy Mother's Day". She picked up the letter and began reading its contents, she smiled and hugged you closely, you whispered to her ear "I know you're not mommy, but you act like her with me so I think you're like mommy" which made her smile gleefully.

Ningguang

The Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing looks over the bustling streets of the city of commerce over the Jade Chamber but was disturbed by an aide bringing to her a message. The aide was not one that worked under her but one that was sent by the Creator.

"Their grace asks for a moment of your time, if you will, they wish to have a word with you during your free time" the aide said while bowing. As Ningguang had nothing to do at this moment and it was her god looking for her "please, lead the way" she turns around to the aide then follows them.

They arrived at the garden near the temple where you sat inside a beautifully decorated pavilion, their feet barely touching the floor. The Tianquan walked down the path of flowers leading up to you, and when you noticed her, you sprung off your seat and came rushing down to her and gave her a big hug.

"Your grace, what is this? And why have you called me here?" Her tone rose in being startled by you. "Ehe, well, I wanted to give you this" you gleefully say as you pass her a card and a glaze lily with big letters in messy handwriting saying "Happy Mother's Day". Ningguang was in shock while you were smiling from ear to ear "Ning takes care of me a lot, like mommy, but mommy isn't her so can Ning be my mommy?"

Ning was overwhelmed with joy and honour as you considered her your mother figure " of course, my [name]"

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silly-tma-headcanons · 13 days

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my thoughts on OIAR polycule (gwen, alice, colin, sam and celia)

ft my dreadful handwriting

sam and celia are dating.

colin has something queerplatonic going on with sam and gwen; sam likes him romantically but colin isn't sure how he feels.

sam considers gwen a friend, gwen can't really tell how close they are.

alice isn't a big fan of celia, but is trying to get over it and be happy for her and sam.

since alice complains to colin about celia and sam dating so much, he has a VERY mild grudge against her. nothing dramatic, though; he's just a bit awkward around her.

alice is the only person at the OIAR that colin talks to outside of work. they send each other tiktoks and gossip and

gwen and alice are in a very repetitive cycle of hating each other and being madly in love with each other. very lonelyeyes esque.

alice doesn't like sam romantically, she's more just grieving the loss of the relationship that meant a lot to her.

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bp-zb1fics · 1 year

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hi! can i have a platonic request for yujin with a male reader?

yujin joins a new school and is quiet and shy but male reader is the upbeat and excited (kinda like junhyeon) class president who wants to befriend him but yujin makes him work hard for his friendship? (idk this is one of those random late night thoughts😅)

tysm!

Shy, shy, shy!

New student han yujin & class president male reader

genre: highschool au on crack, friendship, comedy

tw/tags: color-coded notes, yujin is a shy bean, a lil insecurity at the start, ft kum junhyeon, kim gyuvin & park gunwook for comedic purposes, age of trio is messed with a little to fit the narrative

wc: 1684

summary: you just want to be friends with the new student but it doesn’t seem like he wants to be friends with you.

a/n my first request~ thank you so much anon! I’m not sure if this is what you had in mind and i feel like it’s a little messy but i hope you like it! I tried to write it to be consistent with the korean highschool experience and ended up throwing the dog mafia trio in there for extra laughs — if you enjoyed this, I’ve got a ricky fic set in the same au and part two on the way~

Check my pinned for more fics~

“This is Han Yujin-ssi. He’s just transferred here and will be in your class for the rest of the year. Please take good care of him.”

You smile at the other boy while the teacher introduces you as the class president, returning his bow enthusiastically. His posture seems quite tense as he fidgets with the hem of his uniform jacket. Once the teacher leaves, you practically launch yourself into loosening him up.

“So this is your desk, I’m afraid we’ll be stuck together for the rest of the school year so I hope you won’t get bored of me!”

“Ah…”

“Definitely just ask when you need anything, especially if you need help catching up with any of the lessons, I’ll be happy to lend you my notes. These are my best classes,”

You gesture wildly to your notebooks. Yujin feels a little overwhelmed staring at the many brightly coloured post-it markers peeking between pages, all labelled in your handwriting. Everything on your desk seemed to function in some state of meticulously organised chaos.

“But if you need tutoring for anything else, I’ll be happy to ask one of my sunbaes.”

“Oh, thank you.”

You continue talking and Yujin just stands there. It’s a lot. You’re a lot. Not necessarily in a bad way, it’s just that you look so sure of yourself in a way that Yujin still doesn’t know how to. He can feel his other classmates staring at both of you. He watches you turn towards their direction and they avert their eyes, going back to chatting among themselves. His cheeks begin to flush with embarrassment and he furiously tamps it down.

“Do you have any questions? Anything I can help with, Yujin-ssi?”

How can you look so genuinely earnest? It must be such a hassle for you to look after him when you’re already in charge of the whole class.

“Ah no, it’s alright, thank you.”

Still, your bright demeanour doesn’t dampen, cheerfully calling the class to attention as the teacher walks in.

__________________________________________

“Ah seriously hyung, I’m pretty sure he finds me annoying.”

“You are annoying though, you’re annoying me right now.”

“Ah hyuuuuung.”

You’re about to sulk when rather large hands plant themselves on either side of your face and begin squishing your cheeks.

“Aigoo, aigoo, no need to pout, hyung is just teasing you.”

You met Kim Gyuvin after meeting Park Gunwook at a student officer meeting. Along with Kum Junhyeon, the trio of seniors were practically inseparable. And like it or not, they’ve unofficially adopted you.

Unofficial because your own mother had laughed when Kum Junhyeon showed up to your house with actual, legal adoption papers and then proceeded to pull up a whole powerpoint presentation to convince her to sign. While you expected Gyuvin to go along with this madness, you weren’t prepared to witness the horror of watching your student officer sunbaenim sporting a full wig and speaking in a high-pitched tone that would forever be burned into your brain. You couldn’t even look Gunwook in the eye at the next meeting.

Chaotic energy aside, your three hyungs were actually helpful whenever you did have a problem. Gyuvin pats your cheeks indulgently.

“He’s probably just shy. As long as you don’t scare the shit out of him like this one did when I first transferred over here, you’ll be best bros in no time.”

“Yaaa” Gunwook protests, “I wasn’t scary.”

“You looked like you could bench press my entire body weight and you stared at me for an unsettling amount of time when seongsaengnim introduced us on my first day.”

Gyuvin retorted, now squeezing your shoulders like they were stress balls.

“That’s because I couldn’t believe that someone the same age as me could look so damn attractive. It’s unfair.”

You braced yourself for the incoming dramatics.

“Ah bro”

“Bro”

“I didn’t know you found me that hot, bro.”

“You really were something, bro.”

Gyuvin lets go of your shoulders.

“Wait excuse me, were??”

“Gyuvin-ah, you and Junhyeon literally have the same personality, I love you both, really, but it’s-”

“It’s what, huh? What is it? Say it.”

You’re about to pull up some emergency aegyo to keep Gyuvin from fighting Gunwook. Luckily, Junhyeon has impeccable timing, almost non-existent volume control and a flair for theatrics.

“YOU’RE SPENDING TIME WITH THE BABY WITHOUT ME??? EXCUSE ME, DOES OUR AGREEMENT OF JOINT CUSTODY MEAN NOTHING TO YOU??? HOW DARE-”

Yep, time to do a reverse “Junhyeonie is 5” before someone loses their custody rights.

__________________________________________

“Oh Yujin-ssi, how are you? Is any of the material confusing? We can go over it at evening study if you like”

The other boy turns to you so fast that you’re afraid his neck might snap.

“Ah, I’m- everything is alright.”

It’s becoming a pattern. You try your very best to get Yujin to feel comfortable and Yujin tensing up and giving rather brief responses.

You invite him to sit with you at lunch and he declines, disappearing from the hall.

You offer him a snack during evening study and he says he’s still full from lunch.

You ask if he wants you to get him a drink from the vending machine and he waves you off.

And he’s not even being rude about it, every response is extremely polite, frustratingly so. And you feel lost because it’s so clear that he feels the need to walk on eggshells around practically everything and you don’t know why.

Despite being class president, you don’t have much in terms of close friends. You’re friendly with most of your peers but becoming an officer means that you don’t have much free time and thus, the friends that you once had would end up hanging out without you. You knew, like Gunwook, that the title could make you come off as intimidating. And you genuinely wished that you could have what your hyungs did, an inseparable bond with all the chaos.

__________________________________________

It’s three weeks in when Yujin doesn’t show up for class. The day after, you find out from the teacher that he’s been sick over the weekend and his parents are keeping him home for a few extra days to recover. By the third day that the chair beside you remains empty, you use your class president privileges to find out his address and decide to pull a Junhyeon, armed with the week’s class notes instead of adoption papers and unfortunately no powerpoint. Or a wig.

You knock on the door and wait. A few minutes tick by and no one answers. After double checking that you’re at the correct address, you knock again. As time drags out, you start to fiddle with your uniform jacket, wondering if this was a good idea. The door opens and you’re face to face with a woman who can only be Yujin’s mother.

You pull down your mask and bow, introducing yourself and holding out the notes that are meant for Yujin. Her face brightens.

“You must be his class president, you’re the only person at school that he talks about. Come in, I’ll have his brother check if he’s napping or not. He’ll be glad to see you after staying home for so long.”

You try to decline, not wanting to put Yujin on the spot but she insists, ushering you in.

“I’ve just been so worried for him after he had to transfer. He always gets so quiet with new people and I’m so glad when I heard about you, really. Thank you for looking out for him.”

She says as you toe off your shoes, trying your best to smile and nod while you’re internally reeling from all the information she’s unloaded.

“Ah, Yujinie, your friend is here. He’s been nice enough to drop off the notes you’ve missed.”

Yujin pauses when he sees you sitting on the couch. He’s a little pale but otherwise looks fine for someone who’s been sick for almost a week. His mother thanks you again before bustling into the other room. Yujin takes a seat on the opposite side of the couch.

“I brought the homework.”

“...”

“And all the notes for the lessons this week.”

“...”

“I’ve colour-coded them by class so you know which ones which.”

“...”

The silence drags itself out long enough for you to consider making an excuse and seeing yourself out. But before you can, Yujin finally speaks.

“Why are you still being so nice to me?”

“Uh- um- sorry, excuse me?”

For once, he isn’t the one giving a brief response but you’ve been caught off guard.

“I know you need to do the whole class president thing but seriously, you don’t need to go out of your way to offer me snacks or buy drinks or even come all the way here to drop all of this off. Seriously, don’t you think it’s a hassle? Why do you have to be this nice?”

This is literally the most you’ve heard Yujin say since meeting him. It’s groundbreaking. Incredible. Miraculous. Damn, you think your brain broke a little.

“I guess…I’m just being nice?...You know, for the sake of being nice?”

More like a lot.

“I mean you seem like a cool person. Like you aren’t bothered by how I have to like use a different coloured pen for everything or when my sticky note markers end up on your desk or like…yeah.”

You internally cringe at the word vomit that you let loose. Really, you didn’t rehearse your class president candidate speech a million times to sink to this level of ramble.

Yujin laughs. Like actually, genuinely, laughs.

“You’re actually kinda strange, you know. But yeah…”

He grins at you.

“You seem like a cool person too.”

__________________________________________

“HELLOOO MY BABY- OHMYGOD!!!”

Yujin looks positively terrified as Junhyeon flaps his arms wildly at him.

“THERE’S ANOTHER BABY!”

Gunwook looks vaguely amused, giving you a thumbs up before trying to keep Junhyeon from fully launching himself at both of you. Gyuvin takes one look at Yujin, turns around and walks out the door, mumbling something that sounded like “adoption papers.”

It’s going to be an interesting year.

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angidrawingstuff · 2 months

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💙Researchethicshipping and their Pokemon Part 2 of idk how many💚 ft. Colress's Magnezone!! and my OCs

I am still working on these I swear hshs once again sorry for my messy handwriting

In my head Colress Magnezone is still like a Magnemite just in the body of a Magnezone. It's like an ambitious guard-beginner and tries it's best fulfilling all orders that it's been told. Since our dear Branch Chief has a high rank it reaaaaally admires Faba and wants to be like him one day. So it helps Faba everywhere it can. Which leads to the situation that sometimes Employees think that the Magnezone belongs to Faba and not Colress.

As example I took a "What if Faba is sick" situation where Magnezone watches over the Employees doing their work instead of him. And scolds them for slacking off

Small OC rant:

And here we have my Pokemon OCs I never talked about. Lilac (the one with the ditto) is "you will never guess who's assistant she is by looking at her outfit" and Xenley is a very (un)happy worker with a lot of Broken dreams and she hates Faba to her guts. She really likes the rest of Aether Team but is tsun about it and everything.

They are both parts of the small Pokemon story I do so yee maybe I talk about them more by time.

Thanks for reading!

#angisresart #branch chief faba #colress #faba #faba pokemon #colress pokemon #researchethicshipping #colress fanart #faba fanart #angispokemonocs #magnezone #alola #pokemon alola #aether foundation

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incorrectsprolden · 1 year

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your heartstopper faves if we could see more of their social media accounts lol: 3/?— NICK NELSON

i’d like to think that nick would try to plan his instagram feed but he’s a bisexual, so he’d be a little indecisive; but he’s trying his best. i love him lol

i really wanna do michael’s instagram next, so drop your fave fancasts of him and other suggestions!!

click the links to check out my other edits; we have CHARLIE and TORI done so far. feel free to like, reblog or comment– i really appreciate it!!

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nicholaszzzzz: a bisexual and “an ally” go camping

[tagged imogen.heaney in a post]

imogen.heaney: that was such an embarrassing moment for me ENOUGH 😭😭

cfspring: i love your little friendship its so cute

imogen.heaney: besties since year 7 (real)

darcytheegg: my fave bisexual with his fave ally

the.xu.tao: me & imogen 🤝 being your supportive straight friends

itsellesuniverse: STOP!! did the tao xu just admit he’s friends with nick nelson

reading_with_isaac: caught 📸📸

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nicholaszzzzz: hacked 🐶🐾

saharsguitar: nellie do you have something to say to the people? 🤨🎤

cfspring: she said “bork” she told me herself

saharsguitar: okay thank you for that follow up

nottorispring: this is so real of you nick

the.xu.tao: this is the only time i’ll like your post nick

michaelholden123: do you guys ever think about what dog breed you’d be? i think i would be goldendoodle or sheepdog

nicholaszzzzz: yes i have actually and we all know i’m the human embodiment of a golden retriever

cfspring: its true, i can vouch for that

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nicholaszzzzz: another year with my favourite boy. happy birthday my beloved, i love you darling 🤍✨

[tagged cfspring in a post]

itsellesuniverse: i’m literally obsessed with you two

nottorispring: happy birthday you aries legend ♈️

imogen.heaney: you cuties!! happy bday charlie!!

cfspring: i’ll cry nick- i’ll cry so loud

nicholaszzzzz: its my boyfriend privilege to announce your birthday to the world. i love you, my love 💙

tara.jones.xo: absolute cuties– happy birthday charlie!! 🎉

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nicholaszzzzz: tell me you like the mcu without telling me you like the mcu… i’ll go first

nicholaszzzzz: also charlie got me the ‘i love you 3000’ sign and before you all ask, yes i cried

cfspring: you cried a lot, actually 🥹

the.xu.tao: we need to work on expanding your movie taste nicholas because this is a crime

nicholaszzzzz: then you’re gonna be real upset when you see my iron man shrine

tara.jones.xo: the colour coordination of the photo collage, we love to see it

itsellesuniverse: from one artist to another, yes

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nicholaszzzzz: rugby szn ft. a charlie spring cameo

reading_with_isaac: does anyone here actually understand the game of rugby

the.xu.tao: nope absolutely not

tara.jones.xo: why do you think i do ballet?

darcytheegg: at least i got to know the local gays

saharsguitar: i just wanna watch one game

cfspring: SKSKSKSK YES COME WATCH!!

cfspring: @/nottorispring wanna come too? 👀

nottorispring: you would have to pay me so much money to watch a sports game, charles

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nicholaszzzzz: one thing about me, i LOVE minimalism 🪷

imogen.heaney: i think we as a society need to talk about how nice nick’s handwriting is bc- hello??!!

darcytheegg: okay pull through with the MUJI brand

cfspring: get ✍️ nick ✍️ more ✍️ muji ✍️ stuff ✍️

nicholaszzzzz: stop do not spend that much on me charlie

cfspring: don’t tell me what to do nick

the.xu.tao: stop flirting in the comments pls-

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nicholaszzzzz: staring at the sunset, babe 🌅

the.xu.tao: okay has anyone checked up on charlie?

nottorispring: he’s been screaming and crying for 10 minutes now lol

itsellesuniverse: the taylor swift lyric, okay i like it

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bbgthoma · 2 years

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— DOODLING ALL OVER THEIR NOTEBOOKS tokyo revengers x gn!reader

ft. kazutora hanemiya, shinichiro sano, seishu inui, chifuyu matsuno

a/n. this as an excuse to post some kazutora content bc it’s his birthday🫶🫶 also, they’re all in 11th grade

❤︎ kazutora had taken notes in class, but the teacher was moving on too fast that not only he couldn’t read his hand writing, but he missed out a lot of important parts. since you cared a lot for him, you decided to recopy all your notes for him while he was taking a shower. while doing so, you also added you a lot of doodles in it.

you most likely put little doodles of yourself explaining a few of your notes in more details. like explaining how ☑︎ these are the correct things that to do and ☒ these are the uncorrect things to do. luckily, you had enough time to finish everything before he comes out of the shower. you just placed his notebook on his desk and started reading over your own.

the man sat on his bed with a towel wrapped around his waist while drying off his hair with another. “ugh, i don’t want to study, plus like i said, my notes don’t make any sense” he groaned complaining. you said nothing as you heard him sigh. the creaking sound of his bed made you understand that he was leaning over his desk to grab his notebook.

“like look at how mess-” he started but went quiet not recognizing his own handwriting. “did you do this?” he asked confused and unsure. you looked at him with a smile and nodded. sparkles filled his eyes as he quickly leaned over you to hug you. his head towel fell on your lap as he said “thank you so much!!” basically choking you from how tightly he was hugging you. “tora i can’t breathe-” you said as the man moved away embarrassed.

“sorry” he said as he leaned back to look over the notebook. “oh my god, these stickers are so cute” he said all excited like a kid. “if you wanna i can help you with your notes” you said but he shook his head refusing. “i have to learn how to do it by myself. though thank you for the offer” he replied politely.

❤︎ shinichiro texted you saying he was going to be late to class and you had science. the teacher talks a lot, therefore there’s a lot to note. since you shared lockers, you decided to grab his notebook so you could take a few of the notes for him. he had gotten there so late, you only saw him when you got back to your locker. “shin! why’d you get there so late?” you asked hitting the man’s shoulder a little upset.

“sorry, there was a big traffic” he replied sighing. “whatever, i still took you some notes” you replied handing him his notebook. “wait what? you didn’t need to!” he said in shock of your words. “well i did” you replied with a smile. he scrolled over the notes you took for him and says “you even made little doodles…”

you chuckle and roll your eyes amused about to say ‘no problem’ when you notice that he’s crying. “shin! don’t cry!” you said as you placed your hands on the man’s cheeks to wipe away his tears. he smiled at you like an idiot. “gosh, you’re a real cry baby” you said with a sigh. “your cry baby” he replied making you roll your eyes amused.

❤︎ you went to seishu’s house because you felt bored. he was at the kitchen looking for some snacks to bring so you could eat. you felt like drawing so you grabbed the first thing reaching your hand to draw on it. it was seishu’s history notebook. you doubted for second before you ended up shrugging telling yourself that little doodles wouldn’t hurt.

you opened his notebook and started drawing little seishus all over it. a little him who just woke up rubbing his left eye, a little seishu who’s thinking, a little seishu glaring at you and a little seishu winking at you. before you could finish the last one, seishu had entered his room with two hot chocolates and some cookies.

“oh hey sei” you said with a smile as you licked your lip focusing on your doodling. “hey what are you doing in my history notebook” this one said as he put the snacks on his desk. he pulled off the notebook of your hand to look over the doodles. “you don’t like them?” you asked with your smile dropping. he remained quiet. he looked at you for a long second then sighed.

“i’ll only allow you to keep going if you doodle a little bit of you too” he says looking away with his cheeks turning red. you chuckle and say “with you or alone?” as he shrugs. “both. draw one of you kissing my cheek too” he said shyly. you grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to yourself to place a kiss on his cheek. “okay sei” you said with a smile.

❤︎ chifuyu was helping you with your japanese class. showing you his notes, he explained a few stuff. but he went in the bathroom in the middle of his explanation. meanwhile, you grabbed a pencil to start doodling over his notebook. some cat doodles, some chifuyu doodles, some doodles of you, some doodles mixing up all the elements together.

focusing on your drawing, you didn’t even notice chifuyu getting out of the bathroom. he sat beside you and looked over trying to understand what you were doing. once he noticed the doodles, he pulled the notebook away from you to give them a closer look. “ohhh my goddddd, these are adorable (y/n)!” he said with sparkles in the eyes. “i love these!” he said hugging you tightly.

“i’m glad you like them” you said hugging him back awkwardly. “draw one of us hugging!” he said pulling away from you to hand you the notebook excited. you chuckled and nodded saying “your wish is my command”

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vivelarevolution13 · 1 month

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Hey, you, tell me about НИКТО НЕ ЗАБЫТ И НИЧТО НЕ ЗАБЫТО for the ask game!

Hi, you! Thanks for the ask!!

This one's a chapter from a longer fic I'm working on that I'm thinking of maybe going in a different direction with, so I'm potentially trying to rework it into a separate entity. It's set in the hunt for Bucky/Bucky making sure his handlers can't get their hands on him again. Lots of thoughts on necessary violence vs. revenge ft. some morally grey memories from the war. Excerpt below the cut:

“It’s a memorial poem,” Natasha says, her face an ironed out surface. In the sickly fluorescent light she seems almost immaterial, washed-out and half-there. Places where the present thins out so you can see what’s underneath, Steve thinks. Two points in time on top of the same head of a pin. “To the fallen in the siege of Leningrad.” He walks around her and up to the table carefully, as if afraid to jostle her too far out of this place and towards that other one, the transient overlap of now and then calling her home. He points to the words that first caught his attention, finger barely hovering over the smudged, fragile print. “That's kind of familiar, but my cyrillic's not all there. I don’t recognize the rest.” “We cannot list their noble names here, there are so many of them under the eternal protection of granite. But those who look upon these stones, know this,” she translates, voice going sandpaper-rough at odd intervals. She pauses as if reciting from memory, dredging the words up by force. Maybe she is. “No one is forgotten, and nothing is forgotten.” He traces the words on the paper, the ridges where the pen pressed too deep and harsh into the folds of the cursive, his attention snagging strangely on the unwieldy awkwardness of the handwriting. Left-handed, it occurs to him as if from a great distance. Bucky used to be left-handed. The breath he didn’t know he was holding rushes out of him sharp. “Steve.” The paper, the table, the grime on the tile. He can’t look at her. “It doesn’t have to mean anything.” “But you think it does. You think it means something.” She won’t say what she’s thinking again but if it's to protect Bucky or Steve or herself this time, he doesn’t know. “Tell me.” "I think he's angry." Her tone is restrained but in her old-young-ancient face, Natasha's eyes burn bright. "I think he wants them to know it." Fear is a powerful weapon, she'd said back at the motel. And they've used it one too many times. The pages from the file flash through his head, the detailed, mathematics-cool explanation of the use of the wrecked contraption in the middle of the room; the mask strapped to Bucky's face like a muzzle. "Good," he says finally when he can get his voice to come out even. Natasha’s expression withdraws back into that careful neutrality, but there’s a note of something fierce and complicated holding out at the very edges that just doesn’t fold as easy. "He might hurt a lot of people, Steve." He looks back at the handwriting for a moment longer, where the ink started bleeding from the pressure: Никто не забыт и ничто не забыто, like a threat and a promise. With quick movements he folds the paper and sticks it into his pocket, and then he’s turning for the door. “Then we figure out how to help him only hurt the right ones.”

#tag game #my fic #gyokujyn #these might be too long? but I don't know how to split them into snippets that make sense and also. idc this is fun #and I don't know when I'll have the time to finish and post the full work #asks

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starz222 · 1 year

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GENSHIN MEN — hcs. their fave past time

ft. scara, kazuha, albedo, thoma, al haitham, xiao, kaeya, heizou, venti

notes. i go into detail, might be ooc, but i am confident in kaeya. i don't know shit abt calligraphy, composing, or playing violin. and i'm too lazy 2 research lawl. also this is my personal opinion! not proofread.

scaramouche — journaling

he keeps things to himself, and he doesn't like to open up. though he's been through hell and back, he still wouldn't dare to talk about his feelings. that's why, he writes them. i don't think he'll stay consistent, halfway through writing he'd go— what the hell am i even doing? but he'll still write, he doesn't realize it himself but he's grown attached to journaling. it's made his handwriting a lot more elegant as well. it's also helped him to analyze things a lot more easily, journaling keeps his thoughts organized. it stops his mind from going to chaos— and slowly believing he does have a heart.

kazuha — calligraphy

a descendant of the kaedehara clan, a samurai and a poet. he'll often find himself participating or doing things such as calligraphy. he'll be in a cold room, sitting on the floor doing calligraphy on a table. and god, is it the most beautiful. the strokes he makes with his brush always have the right amount of pressure, and there's barely any smudges or mistakes. his calligraphy is clean and neat.

albedo — composing / sketching

we all know he sketches. around dragonspire, he'd probably sit on a rock and sketch the surroundings. he'd have messy lines, but the picture he creates ties it all together. he dabbles in realism, and he definitely puts all the intricate little details.

composing? think about it. he'd have a small book full of music snippets. he understands music theory like the back of his hand, and he hears it all playing in his head. real question is if he's ever going to play them. the songs would be like classical music, mainly piano and violin. the songs are based off his discoveries, and his environment.

thoma — knitting / crocheting

he's so considerate, and he loves handmade things. when he has breaks or free time, or if he can while running errands, he'll be crocheting. trust me, crocheting is addictive. using thin yarn and a small hook, he'll crochet the center pieces of the tables for the kamisato estate. for gifts, he'd make beanies or gloves for winter. and taroumaru? he makes little accessories for him too. he mostly crochets bags and plushies because— bags for gifts for visitors. plushies for children! (and itto when he stops by.)

al haitham — playing piano

usually, all he wants is a moment's peace. he has his headphones– yes. but playing piano just brings him so much more comfort, and he doesn't understand why. he'll try playing at first, and he wouldn't get it. that's why he'd be set on mastering piano. he loses himself when he plays piano. he'll learn lots of songs and make it his goal to master all of them. he's almost got a perfect pitch. kaveh would be shocked at how al haitham looks when he plays. and yes, he's the reason why al haitham knows so many songs. it's because kaveh requests him to play them.

xiao — cloudspotting / stargazing

he doesn't like to slack off. he likes to do things that he believes have purpose. so, it's not often that he takes breaks. he denies the fact that he actually does. after accomplishing his duties as liyue's yaksha, he'll find himself staring up at the sky, lying down on the soft grass. day, afternoon, night. he finds peace and solace during moments like those— like all of his pain didn't exist anymore. he listens to the sounds of nature, the birds chirping, the ait whistling. he'll find himself in a creative state of mind. he sees clouds and he'll picture them as something else, once he saw one that looked like guoba. under the starry night sky, he'll trace the stars with his finger, for ming constellations.

kaeya — baking

the grandmas in mondstadt definitely gift him homemade baked goods. they'll go up to him personally too, and he'd walk them home, gift in hand. he would eat it with them and say how delicious it is, (let's not lie because when grandmas cook, fuck it's good.) then they'd offer him the recipe. he'll go do paperwork and see the handwritten recipe lying on the same desk, and he'll think of attempting it. after a few tries, he's gotten the hang of it. once he believes it's good enough, he shares it with the knights at favonius and the lady who gave him the recipe!

heizou — playing violin

sherlock holmes of teyvat. when he's hit a wall in his cases, or just needs a quick session of brainstorming, he'll go play violin. his playing is magnificent, it reels you in. he plays difficult songs, and he's talented. watching him play is like getting hypnotized, the way he plays the violin has such a captivating aura to it. he'll definitely be able to play a song after hearing it once, and i believe that he has perfect pitch.

venti — planting / gardening

it started off when he got so drunk one night, he saw a plant in mondstadt bending down, and he made it his rightly duty to cure them! ever since, it's become a habit. he takes care of plants and having so much freedom, he goes wherever he wants and takes care of the plants as much as he likes. he'll also help by using his powers as the anemo archon to spread the seeds of the flowers and make sure every plant gets properly watered. also since he's too scared to touch them, he'll just make the insects fly away.

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