#the brain is working overtime besties

[usa--hime]

Never thought I would say in earnest that I'm being gaslit by a bunch of 2D felons who sing cryptic songs about murder but here I am

#MILGRAM #in all seriousness #the situation they've put us in is complicated #i would have voted Kazui guilty because I think that woukd have pulled the truth out of him a bit more #but then if we did Kotoko would try to kill him #I'm getting the feeling that the audience is trying to protect as many people from that as possible #which is understandable but I'm wondering how much it might set us back in regards to extracting more information from the prisoners #it especially concerns me when it comes to Amane just because of her mindset #but for the most part I think some of these verdicts were the correct choice #I'm kinda relieved Fuuta got innocent this go around and I think Muu deserves this guilty #I'm questioning Yuno's entire involvement though because it's so cut and dry while everyone else's crimes have layers and nuance #the brain is working overtime besties

[emeraldenha]

my irl bestie: *brings up any interesting topic*

me: now what about if this were an au

#working her overtime as my bestie/idea bank/brainstorming ghost writer #the true brains behind a good amount of stuff on this account #ri rambles🕊

[magicalmysteries777]

"You're clueless, you know that?" - Reader x Eddie Munson & Reader x Steve Harrington (fake)

Summary: You agree to accompany Steve to Enzo's for Valentine's Day with only one shared goal in mind - to make Eddie so jealous he has no choice but to have the one conversation he's being avoiding.

Pairings: F!Reader x Steve Harrington & F!Reader x Eddie Munson.

Chapter: 1 of 1.

W/C: 2314.

A/N: Happy Valentines Day, besties! This trope paired with Steve and Eddie has had me in a chokehold for a while now and I'm so happy that the lil ADHD gremlin in my brain has finally let me write the damn thing. <3

This one-shot can also be found on AO3 here.

“You really think that’ll work? Pretending to go on a date with you?” you asked, leaning against the counter at Family Video.

“It better work. Personally, I’m sick of hearing you pine over him. He’s had a thing for you ever since you joined Hellfire but he’s completely clueless when it comes to all the hints you’ve dropped,” Robin chimed in without looking up from the ‘returns’ pile of videotapes she was sorting through.

Clueless didn’t even begin to cut it.

You’d known about Eddie’s crush on you for months now, ever since Dustin slipped up and spilled the beans at lunch one day. The poor kid made you swear on your own life that you wouldn’t tell Eddie you knew.

True to your word, you kept the secret and began dropping hints instead. Eddie couldn’t read the room to save his life.

Any time you caught him staring, he’d break eye contact before you could smile back at him. Any time your hands accidentally touched, he’d move his hand away and play it off if you didn’t keep your hand perfectly still.

“I think it’s perfect,” Steve smiled. “There’s nothing like a bit of jealously to make you realise what you want.”

“I dunno,” you mumbled, chewing your cheek while you weighed up your options.

“When he sees you all dolled up, thinking it’s for me, the dots will connect. Trust me.”

“Fine, I’ll find out when he’s working.”

-

Steve’s plan had been in the back of your mind the whole time you’d been sitting around the table with your fellow Hellfire members. It was a long game of highs and lows all night. Despite the distraction, you’d manage to come out of the battle victorious with a mere five health points left. The party, albeit a little bruised and battered, was one step closer to defeating Myrkul and Eddie was in a good mood.

It took the usual fifteen minutes to pack up Eddie’s maps, dice, tokens, and other various game pieces before you climbed into the passenger side of his van. “Sorry for the mess,” Eddie apologised.

“You say that every week and yet you never clean it.”

“I do, it just gets messy again,” he smirked.

You were halfway home when you glanced over at Eddie. His hair was frizzy, sticking up in places from all the near misses in battle where he’d had his hands running through it. The rings on his left hand were glowing gently from the reflection of his lit cigarette as he used it to control the steering wheel. His right hand was methodically fiddling with the busted cassette player that he’d been meaning to fix for months. As always when Eddie was concentrating, his tongue was sticking out and resting against his top lip.

“Got it!” he exclaimed as Rainbow in the Dark started blasting from the speaker, a huge grin spread across his face.

“When are you going to buy a new one?” you chuckled, prodding at the battered box.

“Stop touching it,” he slapped your hand away. “It’ll start crackling again. I’ve picked up some overtime next weekend, I’m hoping the gents will be tipping big to impress their dates.”

“No Valentine’s plan with anyone special then?”

“Nope, just work. Doubt there’s anyone out there who would want to spend their Valentine’s Day with the ‘Freak of Hawkins’ anyway.”

“You’d be surprised, some people like their men a little freaky.”

“What about you? Any plans?” he asked, the change in tone rather subtle.

For a moment, you weren’t sure if you were going to go through with the plan. Steve’s words echoed through your mind listed the pros and cons. ‘Trust me.’

“Yeah, I’ve got a date at Enzo's. At least I don’t have to worry about it going bad now if you’re working, you can come over and scare him off for me.”

“That’s great. Wow, a date. Um, yeah, I’ll fend him off for you if things go pear-shaped. Do I, uh, know the guy?” he stuttered.

“I don’t want to jinx it,” you answered, remembering Robin's claims that a little bit of mystery would be the key to the whole plan working.

“Of course,” Eddie agreed, a sarcastically dumb look plastered on his face. You couldn’t help but notice that this was exactly how he used to act when Dustin mentioned Steve. “Would you look at that? Here we are. Once again, dropped off in one piece, as requested.”

“You okay, Ed?” you ask, one eyebrow raised.

“Yep. Fine. Tired,” he mumbled through an unconvincing yawn. “Long game. I’m gonna go and, uh, get some sleep. Night.”

-

“And he said it exactly like that?” Steve asked.

“Yes, Steve, how many times do I have to go through it? He basically kicked me out of the van,” you answered.

“It’s definitely working.”

“Are you sure?”

“One hundred percent. Wait until he finds out it’s me, he’s gonna freak.”

“He might not react at all. Believe it or not, he is professional at work.”

“Bet on it?”

“Shut up.”

-

Eddie had been an asshole all week.

Jeff and Gareth got the worst of it. You, however, had been getting the silent treatment. It was Thursday lunchtime when Eddie finally acknowledged you again.

“So, what are your plans this weekend?” Dustin asked Mike.

“Movies with El then dinner, you?”

“Arcade with Will. What about you, Eddie?”

“Work and band, why?”

“It’s called small talk,” Dustin answered. “What is with you this week?”

“Nothing, I’m fine,” he snapped.

“Tell your face that, man,” added Jeff.

“Lay off it. Why don’t you ask her what she’s doing this weekend instead and leave me alone?” Eddie prompted, gesturing in your direction. He did not stick around to hear the answer, walking away dramatically.

“Well, what are you doing?” asked Dustin.

“I’ve got a date,” you answered quickly and quietly, sinking into your seat as a sense of guilt began to creep up on you.

“You what?!” asked Gareth.

“I said I’ve got a date.”

“Yeah, I heard you. The fuck do you mean you’ve got a date? With who?”

“Does it matter?” you ask asked.

“Evidently it does. I’ve been taking the brunt of his crap all week and you’re telling me it’s because you’re going on a date?”

“How was I supposed to know he’d react like this?” you quickly try to defend yourself.

“Are you blind?” Jeff asks.

“No, but he is. I’ve dropped hints. Lots of them. If he doesn’t want to acknowledge it then that’s on him.”

-

“Wow,” smiled Steve, looking you up and down. He took your hand, albeit rather dramatically, and began leading you to the car.

“Save it for the restaurant, you dingus. Does this look okay then?” you ask.

“The dress alone might kill him, never mind the heels and hair.”

Ten minutes later, Steve parked up outside Enzo's.

“When we get in there, sit with your back to the bar. You’re about to get the full Harrington charm, okay?” he asked.

“Got it.”

“Hi there, table for two under Harrington,” Steve told the hostess.

“Follow me.”

“Here we are,” the hostess said as she gestured to a small table. “Here are your menus, the waiter will be over to take your order shortly.”

“Thank you,” you replied, taking the seat that Steve had pulled out for you.

“So,” you began.

“So,” Steve replied with a grin.

“I’m not going to lie, Steve, I feel really awkward.”

“I can tell,” he responded. “Relax. We’re just two friends, dressed up, and having a nice meal. Loosen up a little and have fun, or this isn’t going to work.”

You tried to relax, really, you did. But you couldn’t help shake the feeling that Eddie was burning holes into the back of your head with his staring.

“Welcome to Enzo's, my name is Ruben and I’ll be your server this evening. Any drinks to start?”

“Sparkling water for me, and…” Steve prompted.

“Lemonade, please.”

“Awesome, I’ll get that put in at the bar for you. Any starters today?”

“Do you-” Steve began, turning his attention back to you.

“More of a dessert person,” you answer.

“Me too,” smiled Ruben. “What mains would you like?”

“Lasagne for me, please,” answered Steve.

“Chicken Alfredo, please.”

“Awesome. I’ll get all that put in for you, enjoy your evening.”

“Thank you, ‘preciate that,” Steve told him before he left the table.

After a couple of minutes of the usual “how was work?” and “how was school?” small talk, Steve’s gaze quickly shot behind you as he sat up a little bit straighter.

“Here’s your lemonade,” Eddie announced, placing the glass down in front of you.

“Thanks, Eddie. How’s your shift?” you asked with a smile.

“So-so. Started going downhill about twenty minutes ago,” he answered.

“Nothing worse than a shitty Friday shift,” Steve chimed in.

“Evening rush,” Eddie responded, unwilling to meet Steve’s gaze. “Everything okay over here?”

“Great, thank you,” you respond.

“Harrington,” Eddie muttered, placing Steve’s water in front of him with a little bit more force than he did the lemonade, before heading back to the bar.

“He won’t even look at me, this is working even better than I thought,” Steve chuckled.

-

One hour and one chicken alfredo later, Ruben returned.

“Well you two are looking cosy over here,” he told you. Steve had been giving you cues on how to sit and when to laugh all evening. “How about that dessert? I highly recommend the ‘brownie and ice cream for two.’ Chef special tonight.”

“Sounds perfect,” answered Steve.

“Alrighty, that’ll be about ten to fifteen minutes. Any more drinks?”

“The same again, please,” you answer.

A couple of minutes later, Steve gave another instruction.

“Rest your left arm on the table.”

“What?”

“Now.”

Steve let out a sudden laugh and adjusted himself in his seat. He placed his arm on the table, his fingertips slightly brushing against your own.

A loud crashing noise from behind you had heads rolling to see what was going on. Every pair of eyes in the restaurant landed on Eddie.

“Sorry folks,” he announced. Eddie quickly began picking up the larger shards of glass whilst another bartender brought over cloths and a broom.

“Hook, line, and sinker,” Steve whispered, loud enough for only you to hear.

-

You really were getting the full Harrington charm, as promised. Steve had been feeding you brownie on and off for ten minutes, his glancing over to Eddie quickly now and again.

“It’s almost time,” Steve whispered.

“Time for what?”

“The grand finale.”

Steve leaned in slightly and wiped the side of your mouth gently with his thumb. “Ice cream,” he smirked.

“Is that really necessary?”

“One hundred percent. On my cue, you’re going to excuse yourself to go to the bathroom,” he began.

“But-”

“If this whole fake date has gone to plan, which by the way has been lovely, then I do believe Munson won’t let you make it that far. Go now.”

As instructed, you excused yourself from the table and made your way towards the bathroom. Just as you got to the door you felt a hand close softly around your wrist.

“Hey, can we talk?” Eddie asked.

“Everything okay?”

“No, actually, it’s not,” he answered. Eddie glanced around before pulling you through a door labelled ‘staff only’.

“Eddie, wha-”

“You can’t date Steve.”

“I can date whoever I like Eddie,” you respond.

“Why him?” he asked, his hand still wrapped lightly around your wrist.

“Why not?”

“Because,” he began, pausing in thought. “Because he’s… he’s got a reputation. Surely you’ve heard all the rumours?”

“And we both know him well enough to know he’s not that person anymore,” you answer, your gaze locking with Eddie’s who, surprisingly, held it.

“You just can’t, please,” he pleaded.

“Give me a good enough reason as to why I shouldn’t go back out there and I won’t.”

Eddie stayed silent for a few moments, his big, brown eyes locked on yours. The small staff room became stuffy all of a sudden, the air so thick it felt like you could barely breathe. You held your ground, waiting for him to speak, but he didn’t. You stared back at Eddie, your eyes pleading with him to just say something. Anything.

You broke your gaze from Eddie’s and turned towards the door, ready to give up and go home. Eddie’s grip on your wrist tightened and he pulled you back towards him, using his free hand to cup your face as his lips met yours.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been there, Eddie kissing you, but it felt like forever. The tension in the air vanished, leaving you with a cozy feeling deep in your stomach, where the butterflies used to live. 

“You can do better than him. You deserve better than him. You deserve someone who knows that you take extra sugar in your coffee when you’re studying. Someone who knows that you’re a completely evil genius in the best way possible when it comes to D&D. Someone who knows you’d rather be in bed with a book at-” he glanced at his watch, “nine o’clock at night. Someone who apparently isn’t very good at making the first move.”

“You’re clueless, you know that?”

“I am?”

“Yeah,” you replied, leaning in to kiss him again.

If it wasn’t for Ruben who knows how long you would have stood there, entwined together, lost in the moment.

“Hey man, you heading home?” Eddie asked casually, placing a little distance between the two of you.

“I was, but turns out I’m staying late. Guy with the hair on table twelve tipped me a hundred bucks to finish your bar shift and fetch a fresh brownie out. Said you ‘owe him one’ and you can ‘square it up later’. Brownie will be out in five. Enjoy.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #fluff #fake date #fake dating #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie x you #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #steve harrington x you #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #eddies a big baby #smart steve #platonic steve harrington

[daisyvisions]

✦ Day 24 - Somnophilia

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Pairing: Husband!Jacob x afab!reader

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Word Count: 1.4K

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), somnophilia (consented but don’t read if triggering), oral (f!receiving), body worship (more like pussy worship tbh), pregnant sex (in a way?), mentions of unprotected sex and breeding, pussy!drunk whimpering mess Jacob, allusions to a blowjob, some graphic descriptions, pet names (babe and baby), proofread once (I'm lazy asf), let me know if I missed anything!

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. A/N: It started off as my brain not braining then suddenly after my bestie @jasminexox5 gave me a one liner to work with the gears were turning haha love you so much babe thank you. Also, I’d like one husband Jacob to go please 🥵

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Network: @deoboyznet

✦ Kinktober Masterlist ✦

Jacob couldn’t wait to get home.

He couldn’t wait to get out of his stuffy corporate attire, take a relaxing shower, wear comfier clothes, maybe brew some hot tea, and most of all… wrap his arms around you.

He had been running late to get home the past couple of weeks, working overtime in order to meet deadlines since it was the busiest time of the year for the company. Even if working overtime became somewhat habitual, Jacob never failed to text or call if he was going home late.

Ever since you both found out that you were expecting, he hated how work was pulling him away from being by your side. He wanted to be in every doctor’s appointment to hold your hand, grab anything you were craving for, and so on.

Jacob absolutely hated the idea of you moving a muscle especially since you’re carrying his baby. Even when you would shoo him away and tell him you’re very much capable of handling things on your own, he couldn’t bare at the thought of his beloved being placed under more stress.

When he finally got home and opened the bedroom door, he saw you sitting up with your back against the headboard as you were looking on your phone.

“Hey you’re home!” You greeted him as you put down your phone. Jacob walked over to you immediately to wrap his arms around you and give you a soft kiss on your lips.

“Sorry I’m late again.” He pouted. “Are you still up for movie night?”

“Of course I am babe, we’ve been planning this for a week!” You exclaimed.

“Okay I’ll just shower quick then we can start, you choose the movie okay?” He smiled back at you before walking towards the bathroom.

As soon as he’s finished, hair damp and wearing nothing but sweatpants, he finds you already asleep as the movie you picked was on pause on the tv.

This wasn’t a new sight for Jacob. He knew ever since you got pregnant you’d become more tired than usual, which was common of course. But it always made him feel bad when you’d end up falling asleep while waiting up on him.

But right now? Jacob couldn’t believe his eyes.

You were like a goddess with the way you were sleeping. Your hair creating some sort of halo around you, the dim light highlighting your your face, your chest rising and falling slowly, the way you were sleeping on your side so gracefully, and how your night gown accentuated your curves especially your baby bump.

Every time he would catch the sight of you like this, it was like he was falling in love all over again. Everything about you was perfect to him. It had always been this way ever since he met you.

He walked over to tuck you in the blanket, caressing your head before giving a kiss on your cheek. He couldn’t stop staring at your pretty face. How did he get so lucky?

He planted as kiss on your exposed shoulder while caressing your arm in between. The way your soft skin felt under the rough pads of his fingers made his spine shiver. He stopped for a moment as your body shuffled, moving to lie on your back.

His hands then made their way to caress your baby bump. Jacob was in awe as he focused his gaze on your baby bump. Slowly rubbing circles before lifting your night gown to kiss the skin beneath.

He kissed every inch of your skin, every stretch mark that appeared. Every kiss planted as a ‘thank you’ for being the way you are and being strong to carry his baby. Jacob was so focused on worshipping your bump that he didn’t realize his face was already near your core.

The natural warmth radiating from you, it was enough to make Jacob’s head spin. Any time his face would be near your cunt, he would instantly become brain dead.

Staring at your panty-covered core, all he could think of was burying his face between your thighs. The way you tasted, the sighs that would spill from your lips, it would send him into another dimension.

And just like a magnet, he didn’t even realize his fingers were gently rubbing your core before pulling your panties to the side. Your glistening cunt on display just centimeters from his mouth.

He laid gentle kisses from your inner thighs first before moving onto your folds. Planting every kiss like a prayer as you were his goddess. He groaned as soon as he lightly tasted your arousal on his lips. He positioned himself better, lying on his stomach to get a better angle.

He started it off with small kitten licks, slowly inserting the tip of his tongue between your folds as he licked from bottom to top. Even in your sleep, you still let out those beautiful sighs of pleasure.

Slowly, he worked his way to latching his mouth onto your throbbing clit, kissing and gently sucking on the bud as he hikes up your legs over his shoulders to bury his face deeper.

He could start to feel himself slowly drift away from reality. Images of the night he got you pregnant playing in his mind. The sex was incredibly slow and sensual. Every kiss, every thrust, every moan was like a symphony. Folding you into a mating press as he would drag his cock in and out of you from his tip all the way to base.

The way you moaned in his ear, tugging on his hair as you begged him to fill you up with his cum. How Jacob whined and begged as well, groaning sweet praises and promises of putting his baby inside you, making you a beautiful mother. How you both kept on going after he came inside multiple times until you felt your mixed arousals pooling beneath your ass.

He didn't even realize he was rutting himself into the mattress at this point as he was so lost in his own thoughts of you. The person that brings him the most joy in his life.

Jacob eats you like this was his last meal on earth. Savoring every taste and feeling of your pussy against his lips as much as he could get. The way you’re subconsciously sighing and squirming as you sleep makes his head spin even further.

He’s never felt this pussy drunk in a while. If he had to choose a way to leave this life, he would gladly end it with his face buried between your thighs.

“Fuck baby…” He mumbled to himself, vigorously humping the mattress as he tries to reach for his high. Your sighs turning into whispered moans as you slowly wake up from your slumber.

The first thing you see as you open your eyes is your loving husband devouring your cunt, getting himself off on the mattress like a teenager. His back muscles moving as he rubs his hands on your legs.

As soon as you come to your senses, your hands immediately grab his hair, pushing his face deeper into your core as you move his head up and down to rub the tip of his nose against your clit.

From your breathy moans and his stuttering movements, both of you knew you were about to reach your highs together. Pulling his hair tightly and moaning his name as you release your orgasm on his face while does nothing but whimper between your thighs, feeling his boxers get all wet and sticky from blowing his load.

You call his name three times, even tapping his face to get his attention. You giggle at how pussy drunk he became, lifting his head and looking at you with heavy fucked out eyes.

“That bad huh?” You ask.

“Couldn’t help myself.” He smiles back.

He gets up from his spot to lay by your side and kiss you passionately. The wet patch visible in his sweatpants as he moved towards you makes your core ache in pleasure once again.

“Need some help with that?” You giggle as you run your fingers on top of his bulge.

“O-only if you want to.” His breath slightly hitching at the feeling of your delicate fingers on his crotch.

“As long as you don’t make a mess again while I’m cleaning you up.” You raise your eyebrow in a playful manner. You gasp feeling his covered cock twitch beneath your fingers as he smirks at you,

“Can’t make any promises…”

#deoboyznet #jacob bae #jacob bae smut #tbz smut #tbz fics #tbz scenarios #tbz hard hours #the boyz drabbles #the boyz hard hours #the boyz scenarios #the boyz fic #the boyz smut #kpop smut #Jacob bae scenarios #the boyz fanfic

[fiveht]

hi Five, Merry Christmas! I'm on holiday from work and I'm going to spend the weekend rereading Disarm and Head over feet as a Christmas treat for myself. I know you've been having a tough time and I totally understand wanting to retreat from fandom when people are being shit, so I hope you're well and I hope you're having a lovely holiday.

Hi!

I keep meaning to drop in and say something; I've gotten a lot of really sweet messages and I would flood timelines if I tried to respond to all of them, but I want to say thank you to all of you, truly. I'm so, so glad my silly little story made you guys happy. This verse was lovingly extracted from the ailing brain cell that Bestie and I share, and we are absolutely tickled that it struck a chord with so many people.

I work in healthcare and a lot of my co-workers have children (and I do not), so I'm taking a ton of overtime right now so they can have time off with their families. That makes it hard to stay up on fandom participation. I'm not absent because people are being assholes -- with one or two very notable exceptions, everyone has been amazing -- I'm just overworked and tired.

To answer some questions, I would love to write more for the Adore series. I've already written a few snippets for what would be a third instalment, so it's definitely not out of the question. My motivation and creative drive are very fickle things, so I can never make promises, but it's possible. I do know that I can't write and be fandom-social at the same time, so I wouldn't be around these parts much if I were to work on another story.

Things the sequel might contain: a return to Sirius' POV, more Rieka, more James, more of Sirius' backstory, a step into a slightly more defined D/s relationship for daddy and baby (some of which is new ground for Remus, too). None of these are guaranteed (nor is the existence of the fic at all), but they are elements I would like to write and/or have a very tenuous foundation for in the form of rough notes and half-written scene intros. So we'll see what the new year brings. 😊

Merry Christmas and happy holidays to every last one of you, and thank you for making this year so incredibly lovely for me. ❤️

#asked and answered #this is my only day off until new year's and i am getting day drunk #see me fall asleep in a couple hours because i am definitely too old to be drunk at 3 in the afternoon #side note: i finally read all for the game and i'm mad that no one told me it was basically a queer romance with a sports background #i hate sports AUs and sports in general #but this shit was gay enough to negate that bias

[weeb-polls-with-pip]

Autistic Anime Boys Prelims - Propaganda Division - Group 4

Propaganda:

Natsuki -

"He has a flat affect, especially towards the start of the series, and a strong special interest in fishing. He does not get along with Haru and Yuki at first because he doesn't think they are taking fishing seriously, but after seeing Yuki's drive to improve and growing appreciation for his interest, he warms up to them and develops, what seems to be, the first close friendships he 's had. As the boys learn to fish, he is the source of most of the very specific fishing knowledge in the series, and after the show is finished we see that he has moved overseas to continue pursuing his special interest."

Luca -

*okay I screwed up, this submission didn't have propaganda. It WAS marked 'yes' for propaganda use though, which is where the confusion came from. At this point I'm too tired to move the bracket around though, so Luca's just gonna stay here.

Adrian -

"Not a full time boy (but a boy nonetheless, bigender icon fr) but working autism overtime."

Rui -

"aside from being an adorable piano genius with the voice of an angel? he grew up sheltered and doesn't have a lot of physical stamina but he does his best to become an idol (rescuing his own black kitten along the way) and is officially considered the most cat-like in his unit. he will eat your pudding. also he grows up! he used to be like fifteen and now he's 26?!"

Hikaru -

"He's shown to have difficulty emoting since childhood. In a particular episode, a mother comes to him to alter her child's brain and remove the parts of him that make him difficult to handle. It is heavily implied that the things she wants removed is autism and Hikaru is more upset about this than most other things in the series but seems to understand that acceptance for people like him and the kid is few and far between. He also says things that could be considered rude when it comes to situations where people ask him to alter who they are as people, such as when a friend asks him to change her sexuality so that she's straight and doesn't have to suffer heartbreak anymore."

Rei -

"AUTISTIC ICON!!!!! just like. look at him. look at that one face he makes all the time. it's hard for me to name specific examples other than the obvious fixation on shoji and like general lack of social skills because i haven't gone through the whole thing in so long but there's soooo much there. i might be talking out of my ass but it's also like? such a sensorily focused story (both the anime and manga). he could even be considered a sports anime boy if you just believed ❤️ or something ‼️"

Vayne -

"Relies on his pet cat for social cues, because the cat is better at them. The saddest, most gentle boy to ever wield a cat-sword-gauntlet. Absolutely listens to all of his friends' infodumps with infinite love and interest. Completely oblivious to how everyone in his workshop adores him by the end of the game."

Ganta -

"he has insomnia (frequently comorbid with autism). once he gains an interest in astrophotography it becomes a special interest very quickly. he's sweet and kind but also gets annoyed easily and he rides a bike and works at an arcade and wants to be a nurse and he loves his girlfriend isaki so so much"

Aoi -

"He has a very devoted special interest in the idol Takada-chan, which he frequently imagines in fights and other situations… the moment someone (Itadori) expresses equal interest in something he is passionate about, he immediately declares them besties and brothers and creates a whole elaborate shared history for them that doesn’t actually exist. He’s not really interested in connecting with people who don’t share his interests. He’s seen as somewhat strange and eccentric. Though in the present he is respected because of his strength as a sorcerer, as a child he was very isolated."

Ray -

"Due to his extremely strong memory, Ray is forced to grow up faster than his best friends and gives himself up as a lost cause in hopes of saving them. He is very sharp and smart but has massive blind spots when it comes to trusting and considering others."

#autistic anime boys poll #tumblr polls #prelims #natsuki usami #tsuritama #luca esposito #astra lost in space #adrian seidelman #cybersix #rui minaduki #tsukiuta #hikaru sudou #the gene of ai #rei kiriyama #march comes in like a lion #vayne aurelius #mana khemia: alchemists of al-revis #ganta nakami #insomniacs after school #aoi todo #jujutsu kaisen #ray #the promised neverland

[rachi-roo]

Rach hi I am humbly on my knees for another request

I am so sleep deprived and am projecting on my kind 🥰

Can I please request super duper exhausted denki and dad-might comfort 😭🙏🙏

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My Hero Academia: Re- Chargebolt

IRODKSHDISKXKDJ Duck Duck I think I needed this ask as much as you did 😭❤️ I miss just writing fluff, there's 100% going to be more~ This one's for you bestie!!!

Summary: Denki has been working overtime on his studies lately and falls asleep in Aizawas class, so All Might is called in to take care of him.

Fluffy fluff

Tw: None

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"We're going to watch this health and safety video, and I need you to take notes." Aizawa explained to the class, who all groaned in annoyance.

"Trust me I don't want to do this either. Let's just get it over with. Aoyama, get the lights please."

Off went the lights, plunging the classroom into darkness. It was winter, so no sunlight was coming through the windows either. Everyone sat staring bored out of their minds as the dull and tedious movie.

Everyone except Denki. Having stayed up all night studying, he was in a bad way. All his energy had been drained throughout the day, and now he was in a dark, heated classroom, with nothing to keep him alert but his mind.

As the boring monotone educational video dragged on, his eyes felt heavy, slowly slipping shut before fluttering open again as his brain reminded his body to keep going.

Stay awake.

He suddenly realised his eyes were shut again, quickly sitting up with a gasp. It's okay. Only a few seconds had passed, it felt like longer though. If that was just a few seconds, maybe putting his head down for a moment would be safe. Yeah. Just for a couple of seconds.

"In case of a fire, seek out... Some... Quali..." The voice on the video started to blur. What were they saying? Quali? Quail? That's a bird. So is Hawks. Is he like a quail? No, qualis can't fly. Focus!

Denki gave in, crossing his arms over his desk, using them as a pillow as he rested his head upon them. He'd take a few notes, just a few. The sound of the video started to fade as his eyes lulled closed again. A wave of exhaustion passed over him as his surroundings blurred out, fading into a peaceful silence.

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When dealing with an uncooperative... Kaminari... Remember to always... Wake up...

The voices surrounding him slowly became entwined in a confusing mess as Denki was roused from his sleep again. He felt weird. Is he still dreaming? When did he fall asleep?

"Kaminari." One of the voices became clearer, a definite point to focus on in his sleepy state. Wait. They said his name.

"Mh..." He responded with a hum, his head still buried in his arms. The video still playing overhead, and the rest of the class still taking notes.

"Come on, bud. We need to get you out of here." The soothing tone belonged to All Might. Aizawa had texted him that he needed some help with Denki. The boy wasn't in trouble, in fact, Aizawa was more worried than anything.

"M'takin'... Notes..." The half-asleep boy mumbled, his hand lazily moving as if he were holding his pen, which was stuck to his arm where he had been laying on it.

Toshi smiled sympathetically, carefully pulling Denki's chair out a little. "Yeah, very nice notes buddy. Come on, let's go." He hooked an arm around Denki's chest, lifting him from his seat, picking up his bag for him before guiding him gently outside.

"Bye, Denki." Kirishima whispered with a grin before turning his attention back to the task.

The brighter lights in the hallway made Denki flinch, squeezing his eyes shut as he whined. Toshi patted his hair reassuringly.

"Alright, buddy. Back to the dorms, okay?"

"But... I don't..." Poor Denki. He looked so lost. Still half asleep, his hair all messy and shirt buttoned up unevenly. All Might hadn't seen him like this before, it was kind of sad to see the usually so energetic boy reduced to a dishevelled rag with big purple bags under his eyes.

"Oh, my bag..." He tiredly took his bag from All Might, hugging it to his chest. "Can't lose this. 'Ts got my cool pens in it."

"Your cool pens?" All Might chuckled, deciding this would be easiest if he just carried the boy back. "How many have you got?" He asked kindly as he scooped the boy into his arms, carrying him bridal style.

Denki immediately settled into his arms, relieved to not be on his feet anymore. "Lots... Maybe... Twenty..."

"Twenty? Wooow, that's a lot. What's your favourite one?"

"Blue... No... Purple..." The blonde's head slumped against All Might's chest, still hugging his bag.

"Purple is a nice colour." All Might smiled as he felt Denki's body relax. He was glad the boy had been so eager to get better grades on his written work, but perhaps a study schedule would help to make sure he doesn't overwork himself like this again.

"Have you had anything to eat today?... Kaminari?" He looked down, realising Denki had already fallen asleep again. "Yeah, you rest up kid."

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This was the quietest Denki had ever been, just snoring quietly as All Might carried him all the way back to the dorms. He then settled the boy on the sofa in the lounge area, propping his head on a pillow and removing his shoes.

"Kaminaaari... Wakey-wakey bud." Toshi cooed, softly patting the young hero's cheek to stir him, hopefully for the last time.

Denki snorted as he woke again, a small spark of electricity circling his nose. He groaned, sitting up like a zombie rising from the dead with his mouth hung open and his eyes lazily half shut. "M'up. M'awake... Aizawa... sir...? Huh?" He narrowed his eyes, slowly realizing he wasn't in class anymore.

"Uuuh... How...?"

"It's okay, Kaminari. You've been excused from class today. Here, I made you some nice Oyakodon." All Might smiled, sitting beside Denki and showing him the nice warm bowl of fluffy steamed rice with chicken, onions, egg and Umami sauce. A nice easy quick meal to make. Nice and filling too.

Denki's eyes lit up as the smell filled his nose, his tiredness subsiding for a moment, he was starving. "Ooooh! Thank you." He smiled, carefully taking the bowl and spoon before starting to eat. "Mmh... So warm." He closed his eyes, blissfully enjoying the flavour.

"I thought you'd appreciate it. A quick meal before bed." Toshi smiled, rubbing Kaminari's back soothingly.

"Is Aizawa mad at me?... I don't even remember what we were doing in class..." He pouted, looking at his food, he didn't want Aizawa to think he didn't enjoy his lessons. He loved Aizawa and his classes.

"Of course not. He texted me to come to get you because he was worried. He knows you've been working very hard recently, and he's very proud. We all are. Sero and Kirishima both said they'd take extra notes for you." All Might smiled as he ruffled Denki's hair, making him giggle.

"Okay, good... I like Aizawa and everyone." The sleepy boy smiled, continuing to enjoy his meal. Toshi fetched him a glass of water to finish the food with. Once done, Denki yawned loudly, stretching his arms out in front of him as he squeaked at the end. "Thanks for the food." He smiled up at All Might as the man took the empty bowl from his lap and set it on the coffee table.

"No problem buddy. Now, let's- Uh?" The older hero paused, looking confused as Denki laid down again, resting his head on Toshis thigh with a content sigh. With a full belly and a comfy place to rest, Deki was already set for bed. Even more tired than before.

"Kaminari, you can't... Ah, fine." All Might chuckled, carefully lifting the boy's head and taking off his tie so he'd be comfier. He then pulled the throw blanket from the back of the couch, draping it over his body, and tucking it around his cheeks snuggly, grabbing a pillow for his head too, placing it in his lap.

"Mh... All Might."

"Yes, buddy?"

"I like you too... You're so cool 'n nice... Y'know?" Denki mumbled, curling up on his side, enjoying having company for his nap.

"Hah, thank you, Kaminari. You're cool too." He rested his giant hand upon Denki's head, soothingly petting his hair as he drifted off to sleep. "You're going to be a wonderful hero, Chargebolt."

The thunder boy smiled, soon falling asleep again. His gentle breathing and light snores brought a sense of calm to the busy life of this old hero. Toshi happily stayed there with him, even dosing off himself, being discovered by the rest of the class once they returned from the day's classes.

A few photos were taken before they were left to rest without being disturbed. It was the best sleep they had both had in a while.

#bnha #mha #fluff #bnha fluff #mha fluff #my hero academia fluff #Toshinori Yagi #all might #Kaminari Denki #Denki Kaminari #chargebolt #denki fluff #All might fluff #seepy boys #rachi roo #dad might

[aconstantstateofbladerunner]

If you're still doing these, AU were All Might is Izuku's uncle figure because he's besties with Inko and has been since they were young?

Inko and Toshinori grew up in the same town, and they were both big fans of Nana Shimura. Inko was a kid who would follow the other two around when they trained, so Toshinori became the de facto babysitter. He saw her as more of a nuisance back then.

They reconnected years later once Toshi came back from America. She was pressuring a degree in journalism and thought she had a good chance to wow her classmates by scoring an interview with the hot up-and-comer All Might. The interview went 3 hours overtime as they never ran out of things to talk about. They remained friends from that point on.

Toshi was the one who introduced her to Hisashi, another new hero on a rapid rise to stardom. They somehow managed to hit it off even quicker, ending up married after only two years of dating. Toshi went to the wedding but otherwise wasn’t involved much, hero work was getting busy and he didn’t want to be the third wheel. That changed when Hisashi was caught up in a major scandal and fled the country to avoid arrest. All on short notice without telling a very pregnant Inko. That became it’s own scandal, and Toshi stepped back in to financially support her, as well as pull some strings to help her escape from public view. Toshi was the second person to hold Izuku once he was born.

Toshi was too busy to be around constantly for Izuku’s childhood, hero work once again. But he was the fun uncle who came around for birthdays, holidays, and the occasional weekend who always brought the best gifts. They didn’t exactly hide the fact that he was All Might from Izuku, but his kid brain didn’t make the connection and they didn’t do much to change his mind. Kept his secret identity safer, that was for sure. When he did finally put two and two together when he was 8, that came with the discussion of whether or not someone quirkless could be a hero. All Might didn’t have the heart to let him down, so he told him that if he worked hard, he might get a chance. So Izuku did. And my age 15, there was no one more perfect for One for All.

Hisashi is given a pardon in exchange for help taking down a bigger criminal; he can’t be a hero anymore but he’s allowed back into the country. And the first thing he does is show back up to Inko’s apartment like nothing happened. All Might happens to be over for dinner when he walks in the door, and promptly tosses him out. Literally. Hisashi tries to get back at them by going to the press claiming that Inko cheated on him with All Might and Izuku is their love child. The quirks are the same and everything. It’s another big public shit show. But after a DNA test proves the truth, Izuku kicks him while he’s down. He spins a story about how he did have a secret quirk, the ability to inherent the powers of a trusted father figure.

#answers

[rosaacicularis]

Bestie you got so many aus just brewing at all times? Do you ever take a break? /lh anyways I’m gonna feed into the brain rot even more what else is going on in this hero/villain + soulmates au? What was their first civilian interaction? Were they initially tenuous allies at best, mostly using the telepathy to achieve their goals, but overtime something ✨changed✨? -🎶 anon

i try to take breaks and then my little subconscious goes “omg wouldn’t it be cool if grian and scar were tardigrades floating around in the vacuum of space, after being sent off in hopes they could evolve and bring life to another planet” and then i go “omg yeah it would” 

and i am definitely going to ramble a lot because i love this au so much but anyway as for some little fun facts about it <3<3 (and by fun facts i mean the entire plot.. this is literally the entire fic just without any dialogue…. which in my opinion is a little bit quirky of me)

they’d been telepathically communicating their entire lives, so it wasn’t that difficult to realise they were in the same city and arrange a meeting. they were like thirteen and went to see a movie. they made fun of it in their heads, watched it in relative silence out loud while eating their popcorn.

they stayed just friends for a while, not wanting to rush into anything; going about school and university as stolen glances and lingering touches that maybe meant a little more than they were leading on. they could hear each other’s thoughts in their head, they chose to pretend they couldn’t.

the façade came crashing down when they debuted as a vigilante duo. poultry man and the jangler. they weren’t that good or skilled, they hadn’t realised their potential yet—but they weren’t going to let the world suffer—and the jangler got hurt. scar wasn’t going to die without confessing to grian, and grian definitely wasn’t going to let him die after he had. 

they took a break from it, they started training, building connections. they held a lot of resentment toward the heroes for how they hurt scar. one day, and they can’t remember who that it first, they got the idea that one of them would infiltrate the system, reform it or destroy it, just change it so they would stop needlessly hurting the people they’d sworn to protect.

so grian re-debuts as watcher, the untouchable villain. he was fast, could fly, and seemingly unexplainable things happened around him (people can swear they see his eyes go purple sometimes). scar re-debuts as hawkeye, a hero with aim like apollo, and a skill in combat that leaves people horribly envious.

it took a while for them to gain those titles, for them to work their way up, they staged fights between themselves to help. to get on the news, to get their names known and talked about. the snowball of fame turned into an avalanche after hawkeye ‘saved’ the top hero from watcher’s grip.

they both shot up to their respective top spots after that. they didn’t do anything particularly irrational for a while, so they could build up trust. grian got loyal lackeys, and scar got sidekicks and teams. they were in the perfect position to enact a chaotically destructive plan. 

they plant seeds, just little things like scar losing an arrow here, one of grian’s lackeys spilling about dates of illegal meetings there. eventually it all stacks up and comes into play. scar convinces his boss, the head of the hero organisation to go undercover to buy illegal weapons so they can take the group out and study the weapons, use them too, sell them to the military afterwards. scar kills his boss, claiming that the lost arrow was replicated and someone is trying to impersonate him. 

the top heroes have a meeting, and settle on the idea that someone’s soulmate must be working with watcher. that’s the only way any of this would’ve been able to work. they realise that the person may not even realise that their soulmate is working with the city’s most notorious villain, nobody is safe. 

they thoroughly interview everyone’s soulmates, grian passes with flying colours. the heroes are getting a little frantic, they can’t find their leak, their mole. the plan is working flawlessly, but it’s a little bit slow, so watcher walks right into their palms and ‘turns himself in’. 

they arrest him and interrogate him, about his crimes and motives and everything, until they come down to the fated question of who the mole is, the brutus to their caesar. instead of answering, grian drops a little flash drive of information, all the dirt and blackmail material on the hero organisation. 

some of them are horrified, shocked to learn what has been going on under their noses, some look resigned like they were waiting for that show to drop. suddenly the foot they’d had in the door was in their grave. their secrets uncovered, the immoral things they were involved in brought into the light. 

he slips out within the chaos of the heroes fighting amongst themselves. the tension runs deep in the weeks after, to the point where the city starts to notice, starts to lose faith in the people meant to save them. hawkeye makes his public breakaway from heroism by joining watcher and denouncing his old team and boss, telling every news source that will listen about the entire scandal.

every single hero loses their credibility. a few show up at scar’s apartment, demanding answers. he tells them the whole story, how he’d been working with watcher since their conception, and when the heroes ask why he’s confessing now, scar tells them that anyone they’d tell would only see it as them trying to save their skin. 

grian and scar had won.

#im so sorry this is so long #i just have many thoughts about this #also there are many soft moments but they arent as plot relevant <3 #and there are more soulmate-y aspects but its more connected to how their powers interact with it which im saving for another post #because this one is essentially already a novel 😭😭😭 #grian #gtws #hermitcraft #hermitshipping #scarian #desert duo #telepathy au #🎶 anon

[raylaandcallum]

for the first kiss prompt joongdok or shuake or both :stare:

BESTIE FOR YOU IT'S ON THE HOUSE!!!!!

without further ado,

accidental first kiss

omniscient reader's viewpoint

joongdok

2,4k

accident, a comedy in three parts

Dokja’s brain was on fire like he was dying, which was weird, because he was always calm when he was dying. This was notably different.

It’d started with a phone call.

I

Dokja was biting his lip while the phone rang.

Junghyeok groaned from the other end of the line as soon as he picked up. “It’s you.”

Dokja cringed. He could clearly imagine him rolling his eyes or pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Hello, Junghyeok.” He tried his best to sound pleasant, but overdid it just a notch.

It was supposed to be a sign to Junghyeok that this was a part of the game they were playing. A game where Junghyeok pretended like he was annoyed at Dokja at all times, and Dokja pretended like he still needed to put on a charismatic and joking persona whenever they were together.

As ironic as it was, it seemed like they were both still regressing through the past. Dokja didn’t know why either of them kept playing this absurd theatre, or when they might tire of it.

But fresher in his memory was the coffee he had gotten with Junghyeok just last week. The movie they watched together with Jihyee this month, and the time Junghyeok had babysitting duty two months ago when Dokja had to do overtime at work. The list went on. Dokja’s chest tightened when he thought about it. He didn’t know who they were trying to fool. Maybe it was themselves. They were the hardest ones to fool, after all.

There wasn’t anyone easier to fool than one’s own heart.

“It’s 10 P.M,” Junghyeok monotoned, but Dokja heard tiredness seep into his words. He doubted many people would’ve noticed it.

“I just need ten seconds,” Dokja pleaded, faking exasperation.

“Nine.”

“Hear me out, you grump.” Dokja sighed loudly.

Junghyeok echoed his sigh, albeit more quietly. Dokja knew he would hear him out. Before he could continue, however-

“Are the kids okay?” Junghyeok interjected.

“Well, funny you ask…” Dokja’s tone was sheepish.

Junghyeok stayed silent. Dokja’s next words were vital. He decided to spit it out.

“I need your help. Can you come over?”

“What happened?” Junghyeok’s tone rose slightly, which, for him, meant he was as good as shouting.

“Nobody’s hurt, everything’s fine, I could just really use your expertise.”

“That’s fishy, coming from you.” He was totally being judgemental, Dokja thought.

“I’ll owe you one,” Dokja grit out.

“I’ll be there in 20.”

“Don’t drive too fast-“

Junghyeok hung up midway through “too”.

Dokja massaged his temple. That was as good as a middle finger Junghyeok could give him over the phone. Nonetheless, Dokja knew he would come. He started preparing.

Approximately twenty two minutes later, Junghyeok was standing in front of Dokja’s door. Dokja opened the door after the first knock; thankfully Junghyeok had the brains not to ring the bell.

“You’re late.” Dokja grinned.

Junghyeok raised his eyebrow and huffed, then unceremoniously pushed past him.

“Quiet, the kids are asleep,” Dokja scolded.

Junghyeok quickly took off his shoes and put on the slippers Dokja got for him after the third time he’d stayed the night.

“So they’re fine?”

“They’re fine. Now leave your things there and go wash your hands.”

Junghyeok smirked. “Do you order all your guests around?”

“Only the difficult ones,” Dokja hissed back.

Junghyeok just turned around and went to do as he was told, not really needing the instructions in the first place.

Once he was alone, Dokja took a deep breath and willed his face into a neutral expression. Bickering with Junghyeok must’ve made him heated.

Junghyeok found him in the kitchen, apron on, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, staring intensely at the bowl in front of him.

“Are you going to explain what this is all about or can I go home?”

Dokja startled when he heard the familiar voice in his ear. He almost elbowed Junghyeok, but luckily, Junghyeok had foreseen that and gently lowered his arms back to his sides.

“Jerk,” Dokja mumbled, turning to face him.

“I am going to ignore that for your sake.” Junghyeok crossed his arms and glared at Dokja.

“All right, all right, settle down. You know how it’s Yuseung’s birthday in two days…”

Junghyeok must’ve know long ago already where he was going with this but he was going to make him beg, wasn’t he.

“Her adoption day, yes,” he nodded and added quietly, to Dokja’s surprise.

Dokja throat tightened suddenly, but he continued.

“Yes, and I promised I’d make us a cake. Gilyeoung, bless him, immediately decreeded it was, unfortunately, above my abilites, and that she should prepare for disappointment.”

Junghyeok’s face almost stretched into a grin, but his lips remained pressed together. He was looking more amused by the second.

“He wasn’t wrong.”

“I knew he was wrong, but I didn’t immediately correct him out of the goodness of my heart and my love for my children. And today I’m doing a test-run for the cake, to make sure it can satisfy even the most judgemental of judges.” Dokja glared at Junghyeok.

Junghyeok simply smirked. “And?”

Dokja screwed his eyes shut.  “I-messed-it-up-will-you-please-help-me-Junghyeok.”

“You owe me one.”

Dokja quickly nodded, still not daring to open his eyes.

“For the record, I’m not doing anything. I’ll just be providing instructions. Show me the recipe.”

Dokja nodded again.

II

Dokja was leaning against the countertop with both hands, staring in awe at the tallest cake he’d ever attempted to make. It was nearly two o’clock, although neither of them knew. They hadn’t checked their phones the entire time they’d been baking, and Dokja’s kitchen didn’t have a clock.

“Not bad.” Dokja almost started salivating at the sight of the pale green cake covered with colorful gummy bears.

He’d been awake since 5 to help Gilyeoung and Yuseung get ready for school and to get himself ready for work. It was routine at this point, but staying up to practice baking didn’t help in making him any less tired. He tried not to let it show too much around the kids, but it was always different with Junghyeok for whatever reason. Some of his most closely kept, unconscious inhibitions got unlocked without him knowing or wanting it to happen whenever he was alone with Junghyeok.  

Junghyeok’s arm bumped into his when he leaned closer to inspect their work. He scoffed. “Passable. If we had more time and other ingredients, maybe…” He sighed. “I could make a better one for her, of course-“

“Stupid show-off,” Dokja mumbled more on reflex, as he was still completely mesmerized by the cake.

“-but she wanted a cake from you, and you did well, Dokja,” Junghyeok finished quietly.

That stopped Dokja in his tracks. He wasn’t expecting a compliment from Yu Junghyeok. Especially not after hours of hushed arguing in his kitchen in the wee hours of the night. Over the best way to crack eggs or mix in ingredients, Junghyeok acting smug the whole time, no doubt because Dokja had begged for his help. When Dokja pointed it out, he wholeheartedly denied the whole deal. But after that he was even stricter whenever Dokja was about to make what must have been a blasphemous mistake in the culinary world.

Player: Dokja. Gaming strategy: too tired to process a heartfelt compliment from Junghyeok. Action: deflect.

“You know what this cake is missing? The writing! Hang on, I think we have some chocolate sprinkles left over…”

Dokja reached over to open the cupboard in front of Junghyeok’s face, pressing into his side and getting up on his tiptoes to reach the elusive sprinkles.

A surprised gasp left Junghyeok’s lips, but it went unheard. He grabbed onto Dokja’s shoulders to regain his balance, which only made Dokja lose his in turn. Junghyeok fell backwards and slammed against the cabinets, his hands pulling Dokja with him, silencing the gasps in both of their throats when their mouths landed against each other.

Dokja’s brain was on fire like he was dying, which was weird, because he was always calm when he was dying. This was notably different.

Junghyeok’s lips were chapped and dry from their lengthy midnight conversations. His strong fingers were digging uncomfortably into Dokja’s shoulders, and his body was pressed flush again Dokja’s own.

A feeling was violently making itself known in Dokja’s chest, breaking its long-time containment. It all made him realize this was real real real real.

Junghyeok pushed him away and righted him on his feet. Two seconds, and it was over. Dokja had no choice but to gather his bearings fast, because a mad Junghyeok was never pleasant to deal with.

“I’m sorry-”

“You should be more careful.” Junghyeok’s expression was by no means a happy one, but he wasn’t looking at Dokja nor were his eyes particularly murderous, which was surprising.

“I know, I’m sorry.” Dokja sighed. He peeked behind Junghyeok to find the cake still intact. “At least the cake was saved.”

“If you’d managed to ruin it, it would be your fault, and yours alone.”

“You pulled me, remember?”

They were both biting, and it was no longer a game. Dokja was tired, and a lingering feeling of Junghyeok made it hard to think straight.

He slowly leaned his back against the countertop next to Junghyeok, keeping a safe distance from him.

“I was going to write something on the cake with sprinkles,” he began quietly.

“It certainly doesn’t need it.” Junghyeok scoffed, but Dokja could tell it was good-naturedly. His heart eased a little. From relief that Junghyeok wasn’t that mad, or from something else, he didn’t know.

“But?” he prompted, grinning weakly and looking over at Junghyeok.

“I’ll allow it.” Junghyeok gave a small smile then, and Dokja didn’t know how much he could miss chapped lips and fingers cutting into his shoulders and a warm, secure body against his. Fuck.

Dokja’s grin lit up his face, and he reached for the sprinkles, carefully this time. Junghyeok comically leaned to the side to give him a wide berth.

“Har har.”

Dokja slowly and painstakingly attempted to arrange the sprinkles on the cake by letting them fall from his hand.

He felt Junghyeok rolling his eyes to sky, but he was too preoccupied with his task to look. He was handed the bag with sprinkles and warm hands guided his to expertly spell a big 11 on the cake. He chanced a glance behind his shoulder, and Junghyeok was smiling. Dokja’s face could only mirror it and reflect it thousandfold. It was then he thought Junghyeok’s face might’ve blanked with an expression he couldn’t read.

III

The birthday cake had been safely stored in the deepest part of the fridge.

“It’s not bad for a trial run cake,” Junghyeok said as Dokja placed a tea cup in front of him on the table. “Thank you.”

Dokja settled into the chair opposite him with a heavy sigh.

“No way this was a trial run. We’re eating this thing on Yuseung’s birthday, and that’s that. I don’t have it in me to make another.”

“You barely had it in you to make this one.” Junghyeok took a sip of his tea.

“Maybe if someone wasn’t such a demanding teacher!” Dokja pointedly said.

“How else are you going to learn?”

“Not by asking you next time, that’s for sure.”

“Thank the heavens.” Junghyeok dramatically held onto his heart with both hands.

Dokja clicked his tonue, and Junghyeok had the gall to look smug.

“Work tomorrow?”

Dokja shook his head.

“You should get some sleep anyway. You have a birthday party to plan.”

“That’s already done. Mostly. I still need to go shopping, though.”

Junghyeok hummed in response. They were silent for a while, lost in their respective thoughts and the pressure of the late hours that sat on their shoulders.

“I’ll leave you to it, then.” Junghyeok got up, but before he could take a step from the table, Dokja rose as well and put a hand on his shoulder.

“You’re staying here. You shouldn’t drive when it’s this late.”

“I’m still perfectly fine to drive back home.”

“Don’t argue with me, gamer. Go to the guest room, why do you think I have one?”

Satisfied with the look of resignation on Junghyeok’s face, Dokja turned to go to his room.

“Goodnight.” He yawned.

“Wait.” Junghyeok called out.

Before he could react, Dokja was swept into Junghyeok's arms. Junghyeok had one arm wrapped around his waist, the other cupping his cheek, and he softly pressed his lips to Dokja's.

Dokja's knees almost gave out. They parted, but their faces stayed close enough to feel each other's breath. Junghyeok was looking at him like he was the brightest star in the night sky.

“Goodnight, Dokja,” Junghyeok whispered as he gently moved Dokja's bangs out of his eyes.

“Do you really mean it?” Dokja's face was bright red, and his heart was trying to beat its way out of his chest and into Junghyeok's. He had to know.

“Dokja, Dokja, Dokja,” Junghyeok whispered reverently, and the dam broke.

Dokja threw his arms around Junghyeok's neck and kissed him passionately. Junghyeok didn't waste a single moment to pull Dokja closer and press their bodies together, deepening the kiss, making Dokja moan. He responded to Junghyeok's intensity with his own, grabbing a fistful of Junghyeok's hair and

pulling him down towards him.

Junghyeok made a soft sound that spurred Dokja to claim his lips for his, and taste them fully, like he'd dreamed of doing in some forgotten and repressed longings. Junghyeok held onto him tighter, moved with him, tasted Dokja like he'd hungered for years and Dokja was his favourite meal. They were both panting when they parted for air, Dokja's forehead pressed against Junghyeok's cheek, and his arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

Neither said anything for a moment, as erratic heartbeats tried to slow down and beat in tandem.

“Will you kiss me like this tomorrow?” Dokja breathed out, chuckling and still in disbelief.

“It's already tomorrow,” Junghyeok murmured, tightening his hold on Dokja and leaning into him.

“I'll... I'll kiss you every day if you want me to. For as long as you want.” Dokja could barely believe what he was hearing. His heart soared with happiness, and he got up on his tiptoes to press a kiss to the corner of Junghyeok's mouth.

“I'd like that a lot,” he said quietly.

Junghyeok closed his eyes and sighed softly. A sigh Dokja knew was reserved for him.

“We'll talk tomorrow, Mr. Yu. You should go to that guest room now.”

Junghyeok hummed, but neither moved. Then finally, Junghyeok carefully extracted himself from Dokja's arms and stepped away.

“See you in the morning, then?” It was a quiet question, unsure, almost, and it wanted for an answer. An answer Dokja was more than willing to provide.

“See you in the morning.”

#for da bestie!!!!! hope you like it :shypoint: #orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint #joongdok #kim dokja #yu junghyeok #ff #my writing

[storiesofsvu]

Hiya! I hope you are doing well😌 I love your work and was wondering if you still planned to finish Solace in Solitude?

Looking forward to reading your work!

hey, to be completely honest, no, i'm not doing great, i'm exhausted, and you've caught me in the middle of a stressful work weekend where i'm nearing burnout and have already cried once. and getting an ask like this lowkey just makes me want to cry again out of frustration (mainly towards myself, i know you had no malicious intent sending this). and thank you for the compliment.

i've been so busy & tired i honestly have zero concept of time anymore, had no idea how much time had gone between chapters of Solace. it looks like i was posting once a month the last couple of ch's which is pretty standard for most writers, i had zero idea it had already been 3 weeks, which yeah is a longer time frame for me to post ch's of series. BUT, every time i open the goddamn outline i stare at it for twenty minutes trying to piece things together and get annoyed and close the document. I take a *lot* of pride in most of my writing, especially series and this one is an idea that i want to make sure is done *right* and not rushed. I look through prev ch's and the outline and notice that i've already included some stuff that i meant to happen later on, or that they would be having the same conversations multiple times, that i need to figure out certain things, ways to get the hostility back up again before the snap, how far into the angst do i want to dive, what general vibe do i want this chunk of the story to have? (tbh it's sounding like i need to call a bestie and have a spitballing session, but for that we also have to account for wildly diff time zones, and the fact that even the most ferally obsessed besties also have real life shit going on and are likely as wiped as i am)

there's too much for my brain to try and figure out when i have this much other real life shit going on. I'm working overtime, i'm working for free at home doing tons of shit to make sure that my bar is moving in the right direction, that we have the best staff in the best positions for them, that the new manager is really fully set to take over in a couple of weeks and has as many resources as possible so christmas season is smooth and a win for everyone. and shit like this is what pays the bills, not writing unfortunately. so until i can figure out how writing can help pay rent and buy food, it's gonna take the back burner.

I've also been focused on attempting to start more one shots, and focus on the ones i had planned out/people had req'd for bingo that ends tonight. Some of those ideas/req's will be tossed into the trash, some of them will probably end up getting written eventually, who knows at this point. its a struggle trying to appease everyone in my ask box and give them what they're asking for, especially spread so far across different fandoms and so many characters and being one of the only writers for some of those characters.

TL;DR: yeah, i'm planning on finishing it. no i don't have any idea when. i want to work on it but my brain is dead. hopefully i will be able to get something out sometime soon but ya girl is fucking tired and needs a goddamn break.

if i ever abandon a work or put it on hold i will put a note on the masterlist.

thank you for wording your ask in a more positive way and sandwiching it with compliments

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Hello, Pretty nest anon!

Omg I didn’t realize you were maybe going to bless us with another drabble. No pressure, I am happy to wait for any and all installments of this series. (Btw I’m also the anon who sent video of Bin yelling to not propose 😅).

I also recently reread Herbie and 🥹😭🥲 my heart 💜 I can’t 🫠

I swear you reached into the deepest parts of my brain and put everything I need into all your fics. At this point I think I’ve read your entire master list

Also idk how I just put this together but you’re a ‘96 baby? We’re the same age!

Anyways thanks for writing and continue on knowing your simultaneously feeding my soul and killing me.

awww, same age besties~

god, i really want to write something with that scenario in mind sdjhfskdjfs i hope i get to do it. i'm resting a bit these days, but i'm sure the little lizard in my brain will start working overtime soon.

thank you for your kind words, bb. i really appreciate them💜💜💜💜 and i'm glad you enjoy my works enough to reread them

#anon #ask

[aroace-poly-show]

follow up to my last oc rant: im gonna cover weiss and jex here since im brain rotting about them again sigh

also i tried my best with the sort of worldbuilding dont come for me if its not great this was for fun

jex’s illness specifically was inspired by this fictional disease thing i saw on pinterest and im so sad bc i didnt save it so i cant link it FUCK anyway specifically it was heavily inspired by the ink cough one. essentially jex’s body pretty much starts to slowly fail on them. throughout the life of one affected by this, they’ll slowly become weaker and weaker, getting sick much more easily (and those sicknesses tend to affect them much worse), having more and more violent coughing fits, being unable to heal very quickly/properly/more prone to infections, and blood from any injuries gets darker overtime, eventually becoming black. a lot of people often become eventually paralyzed. nearly everyone who has it has their expected lifespan cut incredibly short. those rare people that live longer spend their last days pretty much suffering. (no one really knows what causes it, theres rumors that it was a curse from an old dead god, placed upon the world in their final breath.. 👀 hehe)

stress tends to trigger jex’s cough but its not ink its like blackened blood. while they do tend to cough occasionally just in general, stressful situations will trigger a really really bad coughing fit, its worse depending how distressing it is to jex.

oh, and i forgot to mention!! weiss also has a sort of condition!! basically whenever they have an injury that draws blood, flowers will bloom from them. these flowers often help the wound to heal faster than if they weren’t there!! weiss was always fascinated by this, and (!!!possible tw: sh!!!) !!!sometimes would get hurt on purpose to draw blood and see the flowers bloom. its pretty cool having basically blood flowers that help you heal faster...until its like an internal injury then theyre an absolutely fucking pain in the ass to deal with.

so, weiss and jex were childhood best friends. they’ve been best friends foreverrr (and now romantic partners <3) since the one time jex fell out of a tree like a foot away from where weiss was messing with mechanical stuff. how fun!! jex had pretty much hopped out the window of their house after their caretaker left their room for like 2 seconds to grab their tea (which they absolutely fucking despise). before weiss can even say anything jex is just like “OOOOO WHATS THAT OMG” and just. fucking grabs the lil mechanical thing weiss was messing with.

weiss got pissed off at first bc “hey who are you why are you touching my stuff??” but then was overjoyed at the opportunity to infodump about her machines and stuff. boom now theyre besties. weiss used to help jex sneak out all the time. jex absolutely loved weiss for this, she was helping them live their childhood and god they’d do anything for her already.

weiss learned why jex had to stay inside all the time but it never really hit her until she actually witnessed one of their coughing fits. jex’s parents flipped the fuck out and weiss saw the amount of panic from them. jex had always played it off as it not being a big deal but seeing them struggle to just fucking breathe really shook weiss. the next time weiss saw them she made a promise that she’d find a way to help her, no matter what.

jex just kind of went along with that promise not thinking it was gonna be a serious thing, but weiss took that promise very seriously. she started focusing less on her interest in mechanical things and focused entirely on studying to help jex out. unfortunately…it resulted in them starting to drifting apart. jex was kept at home more especially since there wasn’t anyone to help them sneak out. eventually weiss hears about this group working towards learning more about their world, pretty much just scientists. she hears about one of their goals to help heal those illness that keep taking lives and she immediately fucking joins. goddamn shes excited!!! she can finally help her best friends!!! if only she read the fine print…sigh

so the group she joins, fucking sucks. very unethical experiments and projects but uh oh!! it seems theyre working with the shitty corrupt people that have wayyy too much power for anyone to do anything major about. so uh oh!!! no one’s coming to sue their asses!!! how sad for these (non)human lab rats :(

weiss had no idea about it at the beginning until shes offered a higher position in an important project, and she takes it bc she was told theyre working on the exact illness that jex has!! so of course shes gonna take that opportunity!! but unfortunately shes gonna be even busier, and jex wasnt happy about it. they already barely get to se weiss, and now they might not see them at all? theyre kind of hurt, and feel like shes treating them the same as their parents did. not letting them live the life they do have, just focusing on trying to extend it. it results in an argument between them, with weiss storming out. weiss didnt really get it, why would jex be upset??? shes trying to save them??? the fuck is their problem??? but she brushes it off and goes to start her new project, yay...

shes totally having a great time until she finds out just how far theyre willing to go “for research” (theyre really just pretentious fucking assholes who are basically torturing people and using “but science!!!” as an excuse). girl witnesses them recruiting fucking CHILDREN for these experiments and nopes the fuck out. and steals a child in the process. oopsies!! (she returned that kid to their parents and told them to get the fuck outta here) unfortunately!! they dont take kindly to people who know too much leaving their little group!! especially ones that also steal their lab rats!! uh oh!!

so weiss goes to see jex in the middle of the night, scares the everloving shit out of them, scares them EVEN MORE after she explains her situation, and they make up really quick and go on the run together!! how sweet!! (they make up properly later, weiss said sorry like a million times <3)

nowadays they travel around under new identities (their current names are the new identities btw i just refer to them in the past with the same name for simplicity [*cough* i didnt come up with previous names.. *cough*]). they visit bars and jex often does little perfomances and magic tricks there! if anyone's up to it, jex'll have a little spar with someone as well. they get by asking for tips for their performances. they often move from town to town, but they're fairly happy together <3 weiss is still looking around for any leads on possible solutions to jex's condition though, its how she got to know dorian. they crossed paths once and dorian was more than happy to help with her goal!! jex is here mostly to just enjoy themselves with their beloved. <3

notes:

jex fucking LOVES spicy food. doesn't matter how spicy it is, doesn't care how much they always end up coughing afterward, they will eat any kind of spicy food they'll see at any restaurant. (weiss has to beg them not to eat too much otherwise they'll be coughing for hours)

i think about them alot to "if i could ride a bike" - park bird/chevy , specifically in a modern setting. i love them dearly

i ended up writing...way more.. than i thought i had oh my god?? pls i originally did them first bc i thought they had a lot less but..jesus fucking christ man;;

#oc #oc stuff #oc lore #my beloveds #marlo’s stuff #tw death #tw sh #really small mention but just to be safe #this probably isnt great but oh well #i had fun #hehe

[loonylupinblack]

Alone

hey besties! i thought after years of reading of fics, i’d finally have my go at writing one! please let me know your honest thoughts in either the comments or in my inbox! there will be other parts to this fic! hope you enjoy <3

For as long as Remus Lupin could remember he had always been alone. Never had much family, never any friends at school. He had his mother, of course, and occasionally his father- when Lyall wasn’t working overtime at the ministry. And though Remus adored his parents, he couldn’t help but feel alienated from them. Between Hope’s deteriorating health, and Lyall’s increasingly frequent absences at the dinner table, Remus never felt as if there was someone he could talk to. Then surely enough, there was the other thing. The big, ferocious, and furry thing that visited him once a month. The protagonist of Remus’ every nightmare, the elephant in every room, and the source of all his problems: the wolf. The wolf’s latest prey was Remus’ ability to attend Hogwarts. Lyall believed that Remus would be a threat to the security of the school, and as his father, it was his responsibility to prevent that. However, Lyall found that Dumbledore was a very difficult person to deny. After much persuasion by Hogwarts’ Headmaster, Remus was finally freed from the shackles of desolation. Remus was overjoyed at the concept of finally being with people his age that he could-

“Remus.” Spoke Lyall breaking his son’s train of thought. “I wanted to speak with you about something”.

Speaking with him? Remus was baffled, his father never wanted to speak with him unless it was about…oh…the wolf.

“My boy, I know you are very pleased with the permission of attending Hogwarts, and believe me though I still have my reservations on the matter, I am happy for you…but I just don’t want you to get your hopes up, son. People tend to have a negative attitude towards creatures like you and…”

“LYALL!” Shouted Hope breaking into a coughing fit.

“Well what would you like me to do about it, Hope?! Change it? I can’t! You must stop shielding the boy, he is eleven years old, he should know the facts! And the fact of the matter is that…”

Remus had stopped listening. He couldn’t. His brain was too fixated on his dad’s phrasing. Creature. A creature he had called Remus. The werewolf was deflated: he had been naive enough to believe that his recluse would reach an end and that someone may truly love him. Not love him out of obligation or guilt, but by choice. The idea of Hogwarts began to seem like a 7-year sentence of solitary confinement. After that, he had come to terms with his imminent aloneness, and everything seemed bleak and hopeless to Remus.

That was until he boarded a particular train compartment that changed his life forever.

The tawny-haired boy guided his lanky frame through the corridors of the train seeking an empty compartment, something that was unattainable when you had barely reached the train on time.

As he was looking, a bespectacled boy with messy black hair, and a grin that could only be described as full of vivacity approached him, “Hiya mate! Are you looking for somewhere to sit…because we’ve got room?” Seated behind the boy in the train compartment, was a blonde-haired boy with a chocolate frog in his mouth, and a raven-haired boy with perfectly pressed robes, and a genuine smile, that could give the first boy a run for his money. “Um…sure. Thanks.” Remus answered nervously. “My name is James Potter, and this Peter Pettigrew and Sirius Black” he said pointing to each of the boys in turn. “My name is Remus, Remus Lupin.”

The train ride was filled with a joy Remus had never known before, James, he had learned: had an impeccable capability to make those around him feel welcome. Peter’s generosity knew no bounds, when he caught Remus eyeing the chocolate frogs he had procured from the sweets cart, Peter showed no hesitation in offering Remus a go at the supply. And of course, then there was Sirius. Sirius was an enigma to Remus, each thing about him seemed to juxtapose the next. The mischievous glint in his eyes and his aristocratic pronunciation while reciting a joke, or the way he cared way too much and not at all at the same time.

However, once the train had reached the station, the dreary cloud that had loomed over Remus his entire life had once again returned. Remus had to force himself to reconcile with the reality that boys like them would want nothing to do with a “creature” like him, save for a brief acquaintanceship due to circumstance. With his father’s words still ringing in his head, Remus solemnly rose from his seat and began to retrieve his trunk.

“Merlin! We’ve bloody scared the poor bloke!” James exclaimed.

“Or worse, our dear friend Remus here is secretly a swot, and is running TOWARDS the school! Oh, the horror!” Sighed Sirius dramatically falling on top of Peter.

“Oi geroff!” Peter shoves Sirius off his lap effectively sending both the boy on the floor and James into hysterics. “Take pity on me, Remus please, don’t run off and leave me with these two!” This only fortified Sirius and James’ bouts of laughter.

The boys’ antics filled Remus with a multitude of emotions, but for once, he was able to repress his anxieties and just enjoy the combined chaos of their company. For someone whose entire life had felt like darkness, it was a privilege to be able to bask in the light that radiated off the three boys. Remus knew that their friendship would have an expiration date, he only had until the boys figured out what he was, but he decided that if this was his only window for companionship he’d savor every second. “Don’t worry Peter,” Remus smiled “I won’t disappear just yet.”

#wolfstar oneshot #marauders #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #wolfstar fic #wolfstar headcanons #james potter #peter pettigrew #angst #fluff #wolfstar angst #wolfstar fluff #marauders fic #marauders fluff #marauders angst #this is my warning to you all that this fic will most probably have a sad ending

[roamwithahungryheart]

I see you are deep diving into Ted Lasso s3. Love that for you! I hope you enjoy every bit of the show and all the resulting analysis that comes from it💚💙

Thank you bestie! My brain is working overtime and I am having SO MUCH FUN 💖

[the-teddy-bear-butch]

moss, pumpkin spice, royalty n choccy milk <3

MAAAA, hey dude, thanks for stopping by!! <33

moss: we’re besties now and i’m going to take you on a walk through the forest with me

BET, let’s go, it’ll be fun! We are absolutely besties, no questions asked

pumpkin spice: you don’t have a single coherent thought ever, i respect you

Thanks! It’s the ADHD <33 My brain is such a chaotic bouncy little thing, I swear I try to make sense sometimes ahdjskkdks, my two working brain cells work overtime when I’m writing and never anything more

choccy milk: we are baking cookies together, you don’t have the option to say no

AS IF I WOULD SAY NO, let’s fucking go, I’m making choccy chip and also oatmeal raisin, and afterwards we can eat them and commit arson

royalty: i am in awe of your talent 25/7

NO U YOU TALENTED ARTIST PERSON YOU

#lo answers stuff #hey Ma btw I’m like one of your biggest fans #lionydoorin