#took me a hot sec to think of one of my favorite ones

[jut-and-dae-enthusiast]

Spoiling the Birthday Boy

Bangchan x gn!reader (I think?)

Also, this is late IM SORRY but I had to write something for our baby best leader Channie Hyung <3 enjoy my delusion love u so much

Warning: slightly suggestive there for a sec.

“What do you want for your birthday, Channie?” You asked softly as the two of you were snuggled up together on the couch in the late hours of the night.

“Hmm… Maybe for you to just forget about it?” He asked and flashed you his cutie pie smile, hands gently kneading your waste. You made your expression deadpan and frowned. “Baby, you know how I feel about all of it.” He sighed and pulled you close, kissing the top of your head gently.

“Okay, then we won’t celebrate my birthday either.” You state matter-o-factly, patting his arm gently. He sits back dramatically, eyes wide.

“Uh, no. That’s my favorite day of the year. You can’t take that from me.” He pouted his lip and shook his head.

“That’s how I feel about your birthday, love.” You said softly, a hand resting on his cheek with a thumb caressing it gently. “Just let me do something nice. It’ll be lowkey I promise.” He sighs and you can see his resolve dropping.

“Alright, fine. Just- no party please. Only me and you, yeah?”

The evening of October 2nd, you had tasked Changbin with making sure Chan came home at a decent hour (a feat in itself) and Minho with snatching Chan’s phone so no one could bother him the entire night or morning.

You were putting the final touches on the first of his birthday surprises when you heard the door open. Trying to contain your excitement, you quickly make your way over to greet him with a smile.

“Hey birthday boy.” You giggled and wrapped your arms around his torso.

“I mean, it’s technically not even my birthday yet-“ you cut him off with a shake of your head, a finger to his lips.

“Ah, not allowed. Just relax and trust me.” You kiss him softly, holding him close. “Did you eat yet?” You ask softly, pulling away from the kiss. He nodded.

“Yeah, the boys took me out for dinner.” You already knew that, but he didn’t know that you knew.

“Okay, good. Then we can get in to the first surprise.” You grab his hand and pull him into the bathroom where you have a hot bath ready to go with soft candle lighting and the gentle sound of his favorite songs playing. You feel his arms wrap around you, face nuzzling into your neck.

“Is this for me, hm?” You can hear his smile, his hug squeezing a bit tighter for emphasis.

“Should we get in?” You ask, turning to look at his face with a smile.

Once you both are within the warmth of the tub, you facing him in his lap, you reach for some shampoo right behind his shoulder. He looks at you lovingly, his hands mindlessly grazing your skin with a small smile resting on his face. As you massage the shampoo into his hair, scratching his scalp gently as you work it in, a small groan escapes his lips. His hands begin to wander, grasping at the flesh on your thighs while biting his lip.

“Ah, be good.” You gently reprimand, a small smirk on your face. “There will be plenty of time for that later.” You lean in and kiss his neck softly before resuming washing his hair.

“Alright alright.” He concedes, bracing his hands on either side of the tub.

After the bath was face masks, painting each others nails (something Chan loved doing but would never admit to anyone but you), and finally snuggling up in bed.

“That wasn’t so bad now, was it?” You hum against his jawline, looking up at him.

“I would say no but I know for a fact you have more planned for tomorrow.” He giggles and shakes his head. “I do really appreciate it though, baby. I needed a relaxing night.”

“And my next gift is that you can sleep as late as you want tomorrow.” You smile and kiss his cheek. He thinks for a second before looking at you with furrowed brows.

“Are you the reason my phone has suddenly disappeared?” You sit in silence, hoping that if you’re quiet long enough, he’ll just forget. He does not. In fact, his fingers dig into your ribs, causing squeals and giggles to fill the once quiet room.

Happy birthday best leader, Channie. October 3rd is the best day because it’s the day the world received you. What a happy occasion. <3

#stray kids #skz fluff #skz #stray kids fluff #skz drabbles #skz bangchan #bang chan #bang chan drabbles #happy birthday channie #best leader bang chan #christopher bang #bang christopher chan #hbd channie #channie <3 #skz channie

[saltycharacters]

Can I be livid for a sec? Ive spent all these years in the pandemic being one of the few doin my part, vaccinating as much as possible and social distancing and wearing masks everywhere and not even leaving the house unless absolutely necessary. A sisyphean attempt to do literally anything about the spread of covid, because so few even care to do the bare minimum at this point. So I have to sit and watch while this small group of people on this godforsaken Earth are giving up opportunities and funtimes left and right to protect our loved ones, and the immunocompromised, and ourselves and everyone else, while the selfish majority don't give a shit and literally do whatever they want, passing strains of covid amongst themselves like its a game of hot potato and. Usually I can ignore any pings of jealousy and reassure myself that at LEAST. There's one less vector to spread the illness, and that keeps at least those around me safe, and I continue finding enjoyment in safe and quarantine-approved ways, but.

Today I got a text message from my dad, which is not unusal in itself, but opening it I realized it was a photo of my abuela. Sitting across the table from my dad in her rustic little house in spain, in the rustic little village that I've visited every summer for most of my childhood. The place I've considered my favorite on earth for most of my life and that I've held in my heart so fondly that nearly every night, I dream about being there again. The place I haven't been to in years as part of the many sacrifices I've taken to combat the pandemic. And yet my dad, part of the selfish and skeptical majority, took the risk without a second thought and unceremoniously come into contact with the disease-spreading, equally uncatious masses at the airport, sat in a largely un-masked airplane for 11 hours and is now having supper with family I've been trying to protect this whole tine. He doesn't consider whether he'll bring covid to them first before bringing it to his family back in the US, he doesn't think about the likleyhood of grandma, nearing her 90's, being able to survive such an ailment, and I just know that he will not give the fact that he couldve spread covid more to the hundreds of other people a second thought. He'll sleep soundly in my favorite room, he'll have fun in my favorite places, and he'll see my favorite people all while being so in-denial about the pandemic that his conciousness will remain clean the entire trip. And this time I'm dizzy with jealousy and rage, I'm sad and homesick and frustrated and worst of all, I can't express any of my feelings to my dad or mom or any family because they'll just laugh at me for being so paranoid and tell me to come over anyway. I'm not sure I'll ever see my beloved Requena ever again, nor any of my family nor resident friends because it seems that almost everyone in the world has forgotten that we're still in a pandemic, yet those self-entitled enough to participate in this collective amnesia can have fun and do whatever without a thought for the consequences they bring. I'll be huddled at home with thise large, gaping, emotional hole in my chest while people like Dad continue on like nothing's ever happened and we all have to suffer for it. It's not fair. I'm so close to tears, I'm just. So devistated and heartbroken. If you don't do your part to quarantine to the best of your ability and practice basic pandemic saftey when out, I hate you. You're awful and I hate you.

#face in my hands #im. im getting a stress headache im so so close to bawling #i miss spain so much i miss grandma i miss my cousins i miss my aunts and uncles #i miss the house i miss the cool cellar and stairs that scared me at night #i miss the family gatherings every weekend and i miss my abuelas frijoles and paella #i miss the village i miss the rustic architecture and the stone streets and the large fountain that was in the middle of it #i miss the large walkway lined with trees and the way it stretched for miles and how beautiful the sunlight shone through the leaves #i miss the sloped walkways that id have to take to get to the stores i miss the small family buisnesses i miss the parks #i miss the closed church and the castle ruins and the cave system that they turned into a museam #i miss it all so much i. at this point forgetting it all would be the best medicine but i just. i cant stand #this one time i wish i was dad. just so stubborn and self absorbed that im brave and uncaring enough to go to Spain #And im suppose to get this fucking coding project done how am i suppose to work when im getting a stress headache already #if you want to reblog go ahead maybe this will motivate people to actually do their part #and maybe then i can hope that i can visit spain someday without risking everyones saftey #although grandma will. probably not be alive by then. and. i mis ther the mostn

[parvuls]

ted lasso thoughts and HEAPS of spoilers

current fave eps: ep2 > ep4 > ep1 > ep3. although, honestly? not enjoying this season as much as the other two. we're DEFINITELY in the dark forest.

taking it from the top: this week we're obviously dealing with anger and when it's healthy or unhealthy to express it.

ted first. loved his obsession with sassy telling him he's a mess. I feel like everybody tried to shake ted this season, but it was the wrong approach - ted doesn't respond to being told he should be angrier, or that he has to win. it's not who he is! but ted does respond to people calling him out on not having it together, and the way that translated in this ep was great. he still hasn't cracked open the nate box, but sassy and beard did drive him to finally talk to michelle. although I would've loved him to be more angry, and actually call her out on the unethical aspect of it and how SHE SHOULD'VE TALKED TO HIM ABOUT BRINGING A PERSON INTO THEIR CHILD'S LIFE, and even hear her response - I'm happy that we got some reaction out of him at all.

next up is the team, which, honestly? my favorite part of the season so far. that scene they glare at nate in a row is FUCKING GOLD!!! and yeah, that anger made them play like shit, but I liked that honestly. I think with the whole zava thing and ted falling apart we've veered too far from The Lasso Way. playing just to win or out of hate isn't supposed to work out for you in this show, because the whole point is that being a good person reaps rewards. loved that they kind of took a hit because now we know there's definitely some well earned wins coming their way!

aaaand rebecca. certainly close on the team's heels as this season's star. her choice to express her anger to ted in HIS words (being uhhh a bit too supportive and optimistic haha) was SO good. and her choice not to go to bex to immediately hurt rupert spoke so much about her and what she's been through. her reeling her anger in to tell him to get his shit together for someone else's benefit? incredible, amazing, 10/10.

the whole keeley arcs this season are actually really disappointing me. I'm not a fan of this disjointed storytelling. first there's the roy breakup, which keeley STILL did not get the chance to grieve on screen, and then there's barbara, which seemed like it was going somewhere for a hot sec but in this episode it's like it didn't happen? and then there's shandy, which??? like, yeah, she majorly fucked up now, there were hints this was coming, but WHERE IS IT GOING, one minute she's doing well and one minute she's fucking it all up? and now jack is just another directionless character (although loved the twist of more women in charge). and keeley/jamie????

some interviews almost explicitly stated there'd be more keeley/jamie this season and that it'd become "less clear who should be with who", but, I'm sorry, I'm really let down by this writing. keeley/jamie are obviously not endgame and if somehow they are, this is HIMYM syndrome and the writers are deaf to their audience. which means jamie is just a device to further the keeleyroy drama and it's TIRING, and it's annoying, and he's been doing so well and deserves better. like yeah jamie is more accountable now? but also he and keeley are muuuuch better off as platonic, as evidenced by the growth they've had SPECIFICALLY when not fucking.

last but not least before we touch on nate - the trent slow burn with all the lingering looks on colin are a nice touch. I think the way they toned down the drama from last episode's cliffhanger really puts things into perspective, and lets the viewer observe locker room homophobia from an outsider's pov.

nate, my behated ♥️ the decision to let nate be awkward and fumbling and remorseful again was SO WELL DONE. his transition into a west ham baddie was too extreme, and I simply could not see them come back from it - so letting his soft sides show was just the right call. like, fuck if I forgive him for all his shit? man needs to get some fucking therapy and take accountability for his actions. and ted needs to get the fuck over his trauma and CALL NATE OUT. but this way, with these glimpses of the old nate showing, and his willingness to apologize so early on even before the illusion breaks, I can sort of see how a redemption arc could be possible.

#ted lasso spoilers #text #anyway this whole roy/keeley/jamie thing and the lack of significant keeley and the loss of humor....... it's grating #this season is Not It for me so far #really hoping that once we pass the halfway point in two weeks things will start looking up since we'll be closer to the happy ending #but honestly? there are a few roads they could go down that will make me jump ship #keeleyjamie being a major one

[kirihotto]

Decoration Distractions {RM X Reader 18+}

Christmas. A special time that comes around once a year, filled with magic stories and warmth. Since I started dating Namjoon two years ago, Christmas has been a regular celebration. With fall nearing its end and the frost nipping at our noses, Christmas wasn't far away. Decorating was one of my favorite things to get ‘festive.’ figured I would start getting things ready for decorations since the weekend was a day away. As well as we would be the ones hosting the party. The seven guys would host a party for themselves when they were new starting out. But when Namjoon and the band mates got big they hosted larger parties in the holiday spirit. Hundreds of idol groups and musicians were invited, sure they wouldn’t all come but it was still a lot of people. Which I was recently added into. Being his partner and all. Helping in any way I can with his busy schedule. 

      Earlier that day I had gone to get some Christmas supplies. Being sure to stray from anything peppermint and chocolate flavored. Ending up with some hot chocolate ingredients, cookies and candy canes for the tree. While grabbing a few new PLASTIC Christmas ornaments due to the accident last year. Then a few little things to add. Before decorating anything the house needed to be cleaned. Cleaning up the mess around the place, getting rid of fall decorations, laundry, dishes and all that. Finishing up, I cleaned up and changed. Before going into the storage to find the Christmas stuff, I slipped on a cozy white knit sweater, shorts since it was warm in the house and black knee highs. Sliding on bunny slippers with the box of fall themed things in hand, I wandered into the garage to get everything out before Namjoon would be home. Until he pulled up meeting me in front of the garage. 

“Hey! What are you up to?” He called from beside the previously slammed car door. Namjoons short sandy hair was pushed back and styled from work. Finished off with a white button up and black decently snug jeans. His long tan coat tossed over his arm, bartender style. A warm smile greeted you as you looked over the box in your hands. He started walking toward me, until I wobbled slightly trying to see him in all his beauty. “Woah hey hey hey! Let me help!” 

“Thanks. It’s heavier than I thought..” I whined ruffling my hair out of my face due to the wind. The cold hit me suddenly, my teeth almost chattering. “W-what are you doing home so early?”

“Early? Baby, It’s already seven. Head on inside before you freeze. I'll follow you in.” He chuckled slightly, pumping up the box higher in his grip. Wandering back inside quickly I held the door open for him. Setting the box down in the living room his dark eyes quickly wandered to the sparkly ornaments I just bought, eyes seeming not so dark anymore as he waddled over.“Wow! You picked well. Feeling festive huh?”

“Yeah. I wanted to have things done before you got home, but I guess I was shopping longer than expected.” walking into the living room to greet him properly. He grabbed my waist from behind and snuggled into me. Feeling his body heat the moment we made contact. His head resting on my shoulder. Trying to see this cuteness, but he hid behind me enough so I didn't see. “There's still more boxes I need to get.”

“No it’s ok I'll go grab them. I've got my shoes on still.”

“But you just came home from dance practice all day-”

“Nope! It’s fine. All the more reason for me to get them. I’ve got muscle.” He smiled, kissing me lightly on the cheek before wandering out the door with a little wave. While he was gathering the boxes from the garage I made us some hot coco and got out the cookies. “Here I think this is it?”

“One sec!” I called from the kitchen. Two cups of warm hot chocolate in white mugs with red sweaters. Meeting him in the living room with all the lids off the bins as he looked through everything, pushing back his sandy hair once more. “Here Namjoon! Be careful it's hot.”

“Oh! I thought I smelt something tasty.” He took the mug with a warm smile, making the room just a little bit brighter already. He turned back around to face the boxes. His voice now serious.“You are really in the mood this year huh?”

“W-what?” I stuttered. 

“Y know. The festive spirit?” He replied turning to face me, eyebrows furrowed, hot chocolate in hand. 

“Yeah! I’m excited to see the guys again! It’s been awhile.” chuckling awkwardly before speaking. Guess I misunderstood his tone. Namjoon and I set up the tree as we sipped our drinks. The silence filled with talk of work and drama throughout the day. The tree was all set up! Just needed the ornaments.

“Let’s play some Christmas music. It’s not exactly a great time to talk about drama huh?” Namjoon chuckled, dragging you toward him and the smart TV. The sweet scent of chocolate and the bitterness of the pine creating a tender feeling. One of those memories from scents alone. “ This isn't what I was expecting when I got home. Which song would you like first?”

“Hmm.. Yours..?” It took only a fake thought and giggle. Namjoon sighed in sarcasm and flicked through the custom christmas playlist we had obtained over the years. The Music began and so did the tree decorating. Snacking on cookies between grabbing ornaments to place delicately and orderly on the tree. Dancing hand in hand around the warm musical Christmas tree. Namjoon knows the words to all my favorite holiday tunes. Honestly his versions were better than any original. Laughs, giggles and singing is what was filling the silent house this evening. Not that it was ever silent in the house, but more noisy than usual. The tree was filled with the new colorful ornaments as other decor was fired everywhere. Now all that was missing was the star. “Namjoon, where's the star at?”

“H-here.” He called out after tripping over a strip of greenery on the floor with a weird noise. A sigh of relief after he met me at the tree. Reaching easily to the top of the tree and placing the star exactly where it was needed. As I Practically jumped over to the plug for the tree lights. Waiting for his signal/“Go ahead.”

“Wow.” The new ornaments looked much better with our display. Making my way over to Namjoon. His eyes lit up and a dimple filled smile was easily seen. We stood next to each other as a slow festive tune played behind us. Namjoon’s warm hand pulled me toward him from beside him, our hips touching. His view was focused on the tree as a warm smile lingered on his face. While I was looking at the warm light beside me. Finally his gaze shifted to me, his dark eyes locked with mine as he turned to face me. I called out his name as the innocents in his gaze faded.“Namjoon..?”

“Ah, the greenery right. We still have a few house decor things. Let's.. set those up?” He switched the conversation topic, letting go of me and toward the Greenery pieces. “Where do we put these? The stairs?”

“Yeah! We wrapped them around there last year. Oh the lights too!” I remembered slowly as the image came back to me. Namjoon made his way up the stairs as he wrapped them on the side rail. I fished out the tangled strings of lights. Testing to make sure they all worked, much not to my surprise some bulbs were out. None the less I dragged them toward Namjoon, as he fumbled with the decorations on the stairs. Setting up the staircase then it was on to the big arch way. Namjoon wouldn't let me do much with the ladder so I just made sure he didn't fall or tangle the greenery. With an empty plate of cookies and two empty stained cups from hot cocoa, we finished decorating. The lights staining my vision. “It looks amazing Namjoon!”

“Oh- It’s pretty much the same as last year.” He chuckled as he double checked the place. Just  then remembering the new thing I had gotten. “Doesn't mean I don't like it- where’d you go off to?”

“I forgot something!” Sliding my feet across the cool tiles to my denim bag signed with Hobis stage name, Ripping the zipper open to pull out the mistletoe. While Namjoon was shuffling through the mess from the decor I attempted to put up the mistletoe in the arch. Sure enough I couldn't reach. Seconds later warm hands caught my own, holding the mistletoe above me. Namjoon snaked around to face me as he held my hand. His eyes sharply focused on my next move. As I tried to break the silence. “Surprise..?”

“You know the rules right? Under the mistletoe..” Namjoon teased, smiling down to me smugly. He hung it up and his focus went right back to me. His big hands drew my waist closer to him as he leaned in. The shadow of his eyelashes were visible due to proximity. This teasing was something I couldn't get used to. He knew what power he had over me, honestly I didn't mind. My face flushed as thoughts raced through my mind of what he could possibly be getting at. Knowing any attempt of escape was useless. Namjoon dipping his finger to my chin made me look up to him. His dragon eyes stared deeply yet warmly into mine. “You’re so beautiful..”

(Spicy here mate)

Our lips finally met, breaking the tension. A lingering gentle kiss, as my heart began to flutter. Our eyes meet again as our breath intertwines in the small space between us. Namjoons eyes darted to my lips then back to greet my longful stare. His hands are still gripping my waist, tapping his forehead to mine, eyes closed.

“Fuck..” He growled under his breath. My heart jumped at just a single word. He pulled away and went in for another kiss. Since he had gotten home I knew something like this was bound to happen. Giving up I flung my arms over his built shoulders and clung to his back. Our bodies locking into each other as he pulled me as close to him as I could get. Playing with the back of his hair while his lips locked with mine. “I know this was supposed to be wholesome and fun but.. That outfit. Is umm. Nice.”

“W-what. Oh uhm.. Sorry?” I was taken aback at his sudden cuteness after his intense kisses. He chuckled at my reply.

“You might just be..” he breathed into my neck before sucking and licking purple and pink little marks. Leaving butterfly kisses along my neck and face. A prominent bulge was left against my stomach as Namjoon rested his head on the nape of my neck, warm breath trickling down my neck. My chest tightening at the feeling of warmth and tension arising. “Who knew one tradition would get so.. Intimate.. You better finish what you started…”

“We still have to clean up.” My hands moved down his chest in an attempt to push him away, even if I knew it was useless. He squeezed my hips slightly, making a small moan escape my lips. whining.“N-namjoon.”

“Yes baby..?~” He growled softly in response to my sudden sound. “Let’s go then.”

#bts rm #namjoon #kim namjoon #bts fic #bts x reader #rm x reader

[jiyafm]

 ✿ * · (  megan  suri  ,  cis  female  ,  she / her   )   a  little  birdy  told  me  JIYA  DHAWAN  just  moved  to  sunset  hills  .  have  you  met  them  yet  ? they  look  somewhere  around  TWENTY - ONE ,   if  i  had  to  guess  !  pretty  sure  i  heard  them  driving  down  the  street  playing  TONGUE  TIED  by  GROUPLOVE  ,  they  sounded  a  little  pitchy  but  they  had  the  spirit  !  must  be  their  favorite  or  something  .  hey  …  it  looks  like  they  just  moved  into  MIDNIGHT  PARK  .  have  you  heard  about  what  they  do  for  a  living  ?  someone  told  me  they’re  a  ILLUSTRATION  &  ANIMATION  MAJOR  ,  but  who  knows  if  that’s  even  true  .  guess  we’re  just  gonna  have  to  wait  and  see  .  nervous  ?  maybe  you  should  be  .  sunset  speaks  just  posted  about  them  …  apparently  they're  RESIDENT  ID  #021  ?  between  you  and  me  ,  i  think  that  might  spark  some  things  in  the  community  …  but  what  do  i  know  !  you  guys  might  get  along  just  fine  !

bienvenidos to my intro, cutie patooties! i’m mars (she/they/any) and i can’t wait to plot & write with everyone here! it’s been a very hot sec since i’ve been in a group, but i am for sure already falling in love with all of your characters. without further ado, will you please welcome to the stage... jiya!

BASICS

full name:  jiya  farah  dhawan

gender:  cis  woman

pronouns:  she / her

sexuality:  bisexual

age:  twenty - one

birthday:  march  4th,  2001

zodiac:  pisces  sun,  cancer  moon,  leo  rising

hometown:  sunset  hills,  ca

residence:  midnight  park

major:  illustration  &  animation

tldr;  jiya  is  the  only  child  of  two  s.h.u.  professors  and  has  always  loved  the  school,  but   0% knows  what  she’s  going  to  do  after  she  graduates.  you’ll  never  meet  anyone  with  more  school  spirit  than  her.  she’s  just  stoked  to  be  here,  guys.  continually  doing  double  duty  as  the  friend  group’s  weirdo  and  mom  friend.

AESTHETICS

the roar of good friends when the lights flick on at a surprise party, cherry blossom petals fluttering through the spring breeze, the buzz of getting too excited about something nobody else cares about, a slice of perfect lemon cake paired with a perfect cup of chai, giggles that turn into snorts halfway through, loudly singing a well-loved song around a crowded campfire, first kisses with red noses in gently falling snow

BIOGRAPHY

jiya was born on march 4th (”the only day of the year that’s a complete sentence!”), 2001 at 3pm, gracing dr. tanvi patel and dr. imraan dhawan with their first and only child. both drs. were – and still are – proudly professors at sunset hills university, home of the manta rays. go rays!

growing up under two academics – her mother in agricultural studies specializing in sustainability and her father in world literature with a focus in poetry – was a challenge. a challenge jiya accepted with the same determination with which she lived her entire life.

there were plenty of good things to combat the stress of her parents’ expectations for her academic success. dressing up for their university dinner parties, where they had brilliant conversations unlike anything else she’d ever seen; where everyone begged her to follow her dreams.

at the end of the day, that was the thing she took from her parents and their friends most seriously. they had all achieved so many of their dreams, what could possibly hold jiya back from doing the same? that ambition lit a fire under her that couldn’t be put out.

it didn’t matter what happened. through her first breakups, bad news from her family, hard times at school, she never stopped going going going. art club, soccer, drama, piano lessons, summer camp... if there was something she wanted, she went for it.

despite how much of her life revolved around it (or maybe because of it), going to s.h.u. was the thing jiya worked hardest for. there was no way she was letting anyone think she got in because of her parents (even though she almost certainly did). all she wanted was to be a manta ray.

to absolutely no one’s surprise, jiya was the most enthusiastic freshman s.h.u. had seen in... maybe ever. no matter the sport being played, the play being put on, or the boredom at risk from going, jiya would be there with bells on; literal bells.

she generally lives by the motto “my studies can wait, what’s going on tonight?” it might not be her parents’ favorite philosophy, but she does have the record for most games attended by a single student and they are proud of that achievement. 

now that she’s more than halfway through her degree, people are starting to ask what she has planned for afterward. unrelated, she’s starting to realize she’s going to have to figure out who she wants to be outside of her love of sunset hills. or what she wants to do. pixar, maybe? illustrating children’s books, maybe? animating her own show, maybe? how are people supposed to figure this stuff out?

PERSONALITY

jiya is absolutely the self - appointed spirit master of sunset hills. she shows up to every game (for every sport) she can, completely decked out in face paint, pom-poms, and an outfit sure to inspire any manta ray to feel that good school pride. she may have a love / hate relationship with the person in the school mascot costume for unknown and probably stupid entirely justifiable reasons.

she is maximalist to the core and could not handle minimalism if she was paid to. everything in her room is done up to the nines with endless color, texture, lights, ambient white noise; the whole lot. her dorm looks like a macramé arts and crafts class blew up inside.

one thing jiya doesn’t take well is rejection. the last time she was broken up with, she threw all of the clothes her ex had left at her place out the window and announced it was “the defenestration of sunset hills”. she really is such a sweet girl, but that fear of rejection runs deep.

WANTED

roommate  –  babe is living in midnight park and i would love for her to have a roommate! she is probably the best and worst roommate you’ll ever have. there are baked goods and dumb jokes and themed drinking game movie nights... and 4am dance breaks when she’s procrastinated an important essay and has to finish by 8am.

study buddies  –  speaking of baked goods and essays! jiya definitely organized a study group her freshman year and still brings them muffins every wednesday for their standing study date. and it’s not at all because i love community or legally blonde. nope.

trivia team  –  a classic group of friends who show up to their favorite bar for trivia night every week. are they really just there for the bar snacks, drinks, and company? almost definitely. do they still take things a little too seriously and get overly competitive? ...also almost definitely.

tutoring friends  –  there are a handful of subjects jiya could tutor somebody in and another handle of subjects she could use some tutoring in, so it could go either way! or maybe their strengths and weaknesses line up and they help each other out? somebody’s gotta keep her on track!

high school sweetheart  –  jiya grew up in sunset hills and there’s no doubt in my mind she had a very sweet high school romance. she definitely would’ve been the cheerleader type that (unsurprisingly) showed up to all of their games or band’s practices or academic decathlons.

#sunsetintro #◟ ⋆ 𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 ; about . #there are for sure typos in there #we ignore them like real men

[duckit7]

Online Dating Can Be Hard 10

Sorry it’s been a hot sec since I have updated. I hope you guys enjoy the next chapter!

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I didn’t have nightmares that night. My sleep was peaceful and deep. It was as though all of my worries had been lifted by some unknown force. I woke the next morning more assured that I made the right choice to stick with Kate.

Even going to work Heidi told me that I looked better. Her words exactly were, “Wow! You no longer look like a complete bag of ass. Happy to see you finally had a decent night of sleep.”

I could only laugh and agree at her comment. It was nice to finally sleep. My whole life seemed on the up from it. Work was slow like usual. Only a couple of people needed my help and most of the time it was that they were just looking at the wrong app.

My mind kept drifting back to Kate and the hike we took the other day. It felt good to get out with her. Thoughts of my father still plagued my mind, but talking with Kate put those at ease for the most part. She always seemed to know what I needed. Like how she just laid down to talk rather than loom over me. She kept a respectful distance from me. She even listened. I didn’t feel like I was a little over 5 inches around her but rather over 5 feet!

A smile came to my mind thinking about how she allowed herself to be vulnerable. Especially vulnerable with me! I liked how she felt the same way around me as I felt around her, safe.

Work flew by and I found myself walking home. I hung up my jacket as usual and walked to the kitchen to stare into the abyss of my fridge. I used to not mind my quiet apartment. I liked living alone and the peace that came with it. Tonight, though, it was suffocating. Loneliness hung heavy over me. This was the main reason I got on dating apps to begin with. I wanted someone to share my evenings with.

As if some outside being read my thoughts, a text came through on my phone. “Hey, what are you doing tonight? I’m low key bored and was looking to watch a movie and maybe have dinner with someone.” A picture of Kate from the hike we took popped up next to the message.

I remembered snapping that picture. Kate was rambling on about the trees and lakes. I thought she was cute when she got on topics that she was passionate about. So, when I looked up I couldn’t help but take a picture. It was perfect too because she was looking down at the last second with her mouth open mid-sentence. She might have hated it, but it was one of my favorites. She looked genuinely happy and a little goofy. Perfect representation of her.  

A little voice in the back of my head was trying to tell me this wasn’t a good idea and that I should just have my own dinner and watch TV at home. I promptly ignored that voice though, as I texted back. “I’m down! Whatcha thinking for dinner?”

The text bubbles popped up for a second. Then she said, “How about ramen? I know this great place that can deliver.”

“Well shoot. I don’t think I can say no to some good ramen. When should I come over?” I replied.

“You can come over now if you want. I’ll put the order in now. Should be here by the time you arrive. Take a look at the menu and send me what you want.” Kate said

I sent a saluting gif. My order was sent and jacket was on in a matter of minutes. The walk to her apartment was starting to become more familiar. There wasn’t too many people out and about which allowed my mind to drift. I didn’t notice how quick my pace was until I stood in front of Kate’s building 20 minutes later rather than 25.

I smoothed out my shirt and ran my fingers through my hair as I took deep breaths to steady my heartbeat. I didn’t know if it raced from the crazy number of stairs to her apartment or because I was, in truth, excited.

Déjà vu hit me as I pressed the doorbell. I both felt and heard Kate approach before the door was opened. My head traveled all the way up her body before my eyes came to meet her grey blue irises. She was dressed in athletic shorts and an old sweatshirt which looked extremely comfy.

“Perfect timing! Come on in! Food literally just got here.” She said moving to the side, closing the door as I walked past.

“Can I grab your jacket?” she said as she took a slow knee near me.

“Sure, thanks!” I said slipping off my Carhart and handing it to her. It was still hard to wrap my brain around how simply she pinched it between her two fingers as if my heavy jacket was nothing. In all honest it kinda was to her.

Kate stood and tried to give good distance as she weaved her way around me to the kitchen. I tried to hide my uneasiness as much as possible. Balling my fists slightly I cursed silently. I hated how nervous being on the ground around her made me. I trusted her. I knew she was extremely careful with me. Yet, she was still a human who towered eons above me.

Letting out a sigh I followed her to the kitchen. The smell of food wafted down. Kate had parvus stairs that led all the way up to the counter. Where two human chairs slid into. Kate placed my jacket on a key hanger that was above the counter near the door before walking back over to me.

“Hungry?” she asked happily.

I nodded. “Heck yeah! This stuff smells stupid good!” I said beaming up at her.

“Oh dude it is! You are for sure in for a treat.” She exclaimed as she opened the doggie bag and slid me my parvus sized to-go-box. “Where would you like to eat? We can eat here or at the table or I can chill on the couch and look for a movie.”

I thought for a second. “How about the couch. Then we can kill two birds with one stone.”

Kate stood at attention and gave a British salute saying, “Aye aye Sir.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. I loved Kate’s lighthearted humor.

“Mind if I give you a lift to the couch? No offense, but I’m low key hungry and don’t want to wait 20 minutes for you to get there.” She jested.

I feigned offense. “It would only take me 10 minutes thank you very much! But I guess I will allow it. My mom always said it was a bad idea to keep a hungry woman waiting.” I tossed back.

“Your mother is a smart woman!” Kate said maneuvering her hand to lay palm up at my feet.

I mentally screamed fuck as the hand rested haphazardly in front of me. “You got this Cammy boy… Just put one foot in front of the other… Kate is kind and gentle.” I mumbled as a pep talk to myself.

I felt Kate shift above me. “It’s ok if you want to walk too… I’m not that hungry and I don’t mind waiting…” Her words immediately pulled me from my stupor.

I took a deep breath and shook my head. “It’s ok… I’m sorry… Still getting use to all of this… I’m ok though.”

Kate snorted a small laugh. “Cam, there is no rush. Take your time. If you need a few minutes that ok. If you want to walk that’s cool too.”

I peeled my eyes off the giant hand too look up into Kate’s oversized eyes. They were soft and comforting as they looked down upon me. No judgement was in sight. I took a breath and nodded. My body filled with new resolve as I looked back down to the hand and placed my tiny palm on her finger. I could feel Kate stiffen before her hand relaxed again.

This has to be wild for her too I thought. Once I was safely in her palm I looked back up.

“Ready?” she asked.

“Yep!” I said giving her a thumbs up.

“Cool cool. Here we go.” She said raising me into the air. I marveled at how smooth the trip was to the couch. The hardest part was always getting into the hand for the first time. But once I was on every muscle in my body relaxed. It was as though the heat from her that seeped into me took away all of my cares. I leaned back into Kate’s fingers as I studied her face. Her focus was mainly on getting to the couch.

“Here we go.” She said setting me down on the side table. Reaching in the drawer below, Kate pulled out a parvus sized couch and placed it right behind me. I was always amazed at the lengths she took to make us parvuses feel as normal and comfortable as possible. I plopped down and started digging into my ramen as Kate leaned on the armrest near me looking for a movie.

“Whatcha feeling? Funny? Hard hitting? Action?” she said haphazardly scrolling.

“What about scary? It is still spooky season.” I pitched with a smug smile.

Kate took in a sharp breath. “What kind of scary are you thinking of… I’m not the biggest fan but I can hang with some.”

And evil grin came to my face. “What? The big intimidating Kate doesn’t like scary movies?”

Kate raised an eyebrow as she looked down at me. “Maybe… I’ve already told you that my biggest fear is also the most irrational fear of the undead. Homegirl does not do bump in the night shit.”

“Wild! Out of the two of us I was for sure you would be better with scary movies.” I jested.

“Yeah yeah yeah…” Kate said waving a dismissive hand. “I can do some. Which one you thinking?”

I leaned back on my couch as I pondered which movie would torture her some, but not enough that she would turn it off and say no. “How about we watch a classic. Like Chainsaw Massacre”

Kate groaned. “You want to give me nightmares don’t you…”

I chuckled. “Aw come on. Don’t worry! I’ll be here if you get scared! Just… ah… please don’t squeeze me too much.”

Kate rolled her eyes. “I hate you. I hope you know that.” She said as she clicked on the 2000’s version of the film.

I just laughed as I finished up my ramen. “Can I come sit by you?” I asked as the movie started to roll.

Kate was still working on her dinner, so she nodded and hummed a yes in replay.

I jumped the couple of inches from the side table to the arm rest under the watchful eye of Kate. I smiled to myself thinking it was nice having someone look out for my safety but also respectful of letting me do me.

I leaned back on her arm taking in her warmth. It was nice to be close to her again.

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The movie wasn’t too bad. There were a couple of scenes that made me flinch but for the most part I felt like I handled the movie fairly well. Cam on the other hand (pun intended) motioned for my other hand a quarter of the way through the movie. He proceeded to the then wrap his arms around my finger and squeeze the hell out of it when things got tense. Part of me knew the movie didn’t scare me to bad because Cam’s touch, unknowingly to him, was grounding for me. I would never tell him that though.

“Whoever made that movie is fucked up.” Cam laughed letting go of the death grip on my finger as the credits rolled.

“You can say that again.” I laughed.

Cam pushed himself up to stand on the couch armrest as the looked up at me with his glowing brown eyes. “Whelp…” he yawned, stretching his limbs in every direction. “I should probably be heading home… It’s getting late and I need to get up early for work tomorrow.”

I nodded and offered him my hand. He only hesitated slightly this time as he crawled on. “Would you like me to give you a lift home? To… you know… keep you company… protect you from weird cannibal families that want to slice you up… The usual.”

Cam chuckled. “I would appreciate that actually. I would prefer not being offered as an appetizer or cut in half midair like fruit ninja…”

I couldn’t hold back my snorted laugh. “You are not wrong there. I never got people’s fascination with scary or horror movies…”

Cam shrugged as I handed him his coat. “People like to feel scared but also be safe at the same time.”

I shook my head. “Yeah nah dog... I’ll stick with skydiving and cliff jumping…”

Cam laughed. “Ah yes. The adrenaline junky scare. Why does that seem to fit you so much better.”

“What does that mean?” I said raising an eyebrow at my small passenger. The night had its usual nip, but Cam didn’t seem to mind as he lounged back against my fingers.

“Nothing. It just doesn’t surprise me that you like that kind of rush.” He said nonchalantly.

“Oh? And how do you get your ‘rush’?” I asked.

Cam smiled up at me with his brilliant brown eyes. “I hang with you. Being around a being ten times my size is rush enough.”

My head danced back and forth in thought. “Fair.”

I internally cursed how fast I walked as we pulled up to Cam’s balcony. Cam stood and used my thumb as support while he faced me. My hand hovered next to the railing patiently.

“I had fun tonight.” He said giving me his signature smile that made my heart melt. “Thanks for inviting me over. We should do this again sometime.”

I smiled and nodded. “We totally should!”

Cam pursed his lips and patted my thumb. “Well… I guess I should let you get home.” He said hoping down to the balcony below.

“I guess so…” My voice trailing off at the end. I didn’t want to leave. Every fiber in me wanted to be around Cam. I felt like a foolish high school girl around her crush. A thought popped into my head as Cam reached for the sliding glass door. “Wait, Cam…”

Cam spun around quick. “Yeah?” His handsome face had a half smile.

“I was wondering if you are busy next weekend. My work has a charity event that they send some pilots to and I was wondering if you wanted to be my plus one… No worries if not…” I said looking down at my fiddling fingers. Nervousness and anxiety over taking me. What was I stressing so much about… This was my friend Cam… Not some love interest… Right?

“I would love to join you!” Cam exclaimed.

All the tension in my body was immediately replaced with overwhelming joy. “Really?” I squeaked before clearing my throat and repeating the word in a more normal voice.

Cam laughed. “Yeah totally! Sounds like a good time!”

I couldn’t hide my giddiness. “Solid! Ill send you the details and stuff. Thank you so much! These events can be a little dry but with you there I know it will be a good time!”

Cam smiled brightly up at me. Man, I lived for his smile. “I’m looking forward to it… Well… any who…” he said opening the sliding glass door. “Good night Kate.”

I smiled back. “Good night Cam.”

The smile was plastered on my face the whole walk home.

#g/t #Giant/tiny #wholesome giantess #cam and kate #movie night #spooky season #undead? yeah that a no for me dog #duck it #g/t community

[ahdriking]

I'm very tempted to answer all of these, but I'll stick with 3 I don't think I've answered in passing.

2. My favorite chapter of Blue Blood used to be used to be 6. Respectfully. Then you gave us soft wound tending and Kinn handling his feral Porsche with a sneer and so now it's chapter 9.

8. My first impression of you was the queen of a particular brand of horny, dark, and violent (but in a sexy way). You're still my favorite fic author for that, and adored it, but the more I read your work, the more I catch the soft undercurrents you seem to weave so prettily in most of them. There's usually the narrative threads of gentle hands when they're need most. (Okay, maybe not always but often! And I'm here for it everytime, just as much as I'm here for the dark and dirty.)

14. Probably "Watch me" - Porn watching is just not something that feels intriguing? But then it was actually actually really hot to watch Porsche's continued adventures in gay sex and also Kinn just... telling him to watch his porn, which absolutely should not have been that hot. I'm definitely still interested in the sequel some commenter(?) mentioned of Kinn filming him and making Porsche watch That too. 🫣

Anyway, it's good to see you around 🖤

(sorry this took so long to answer, disappeared again for a hot sec)

I'M ACTUALLY SO HAPPY YOU LOVE CHAPTER 9 because that was one of the chapters I wrote after a break and I always get nervous after coming back to blue blood after a hiatus.

JNFELADODJS YOU'VE PUT THE BIGGEST SMILE ON MY FACE. I love being a queen of dark, horny violence but at the end of the day I want it all cushioned in something that ends gently. Looks like my brand is going swimmingly!

I'm not surprised watch me is your least favourite, it is more of a niche kink than a lot of the other fics i've written, but it has hidden charm! Any time we get to see Porsche exploring more of his sexuality, I get excited.

ANYWAY I LOVE YOU MO, THANK YOU FOR ANSWERING THESE 💕

Answer something about my fic!

#ahdris asks

[fabqng]

You’re the apple of my eye | fabang one shot

future setting. first person pov. inspired by the tiktok vid ive watched. longer than i expected shit happens sorry.

Quinn’s POV

30 minutes in,Any minute now Mike is arriving to pick me up for our first date as a couple. “Couple” that’s a funny cute word! Somebody pinch me. Me and Mike couple? It still feels surreal. Getting deep into those thoughts I didn’t notice I was looking crazy smiling in front of the mirror,when a car honk burst my bubble i jumped in surprise.

I stepped out of my house and greet Mike as he waits outside his car.

“Looking good fabray” He greeted me, he’s a little too red. Is it because it’s hot I wonder

“You’re not so bad Chang!” I replied and gave him a kiss

He opened the car door for me and once i’m all set, he enters and drives the car

“Where are you taking me Mr.Gentleman?” I asked facing him

“Somewhere only I know” He giggled.

“Oh yeah? Will we watch the new spider man movie?”

“Hahahahah you know me too well” he laughed

He’s been meaning to watch that movie since forever but he said he wants to watch it with me. Pretty weird choice of movie if you ask me since it’s not a romantic one but I still find it cute because he really never watch it until I said yes to him. Yes to the movie and Yes to be his girlfriend.

When we arrived at the mall, we headed to the movie place, buy some snacks and enter the theaters. Mike and I are like little children excited to watch our favorite superhero. When we found our seats a running kid tripped and accidentally pour me his apple juice. It was so sticky and it poured all over my little dress. I was mad but i tried to keep my composure. Mike on the other hand was scolding his parents already, and his parents were very apologetic for what happened.

“Hey it’s okay it’s just a little accident” I told Mike who’s still giving the parents the stare

“No it’s not. Not only your dress got ruined,the kid’s got little scratches on his arm too”

I face the kid and found out that he really got some scratches on his arm. Mike is so damn attentive,I didn’t even notice that. Also very caring of him to not only think about me but the kid too.

When the kid and his family said their apology once again and left,we took our seats. I wiped some tissues to my dress to dry it off. Mike take off his jacket and gave it to me.

“No it’s okay. I’m not cold,thank you” I humbly rejected his offer

“Put it above your lap,under the dress so you wont feel it’s wet” He said

I accepted the jacket and did exactly what he told me.

“Thank you! You know what, that kid’s lucky it’s apple juice. I love apples so I let it go but god knows what I could do if it’s something else”

“Hahahah what about if it’s bacon?” He jokingly asked

“Damn why would a kid have bacons in theater and I don’t?”

We laughed and the lights turned off,sign that the movie is about to begin Mike noticed how I’m still so uncomfortable with my wet dress.

“Hey i’ll just go to the toilet for a sec, i’ll be back before you know it” he said and winked

“But the movie is about to begin!”

“Don’t worry i’ll be very quick! Don’t miss me too much” He said and left me a kiss on the cheeks

A good 15 minutes of the movie passed and Mike still hasn’t returned,I’m started to get worried and started to look around when he popped out and took a seat

“Hey where have you been? You missed a lot!” I asked,a little confused and concerned

“I had a hard time choosing between the dresses outside but I got you a little apple prints” He whispered,giggling a little

“You think you’re being funny huh?” I said a little too loud

Everyone’s eyes are on me and I was so embarrassed, I hid my face to Mike’s chest

“Great now we look like a couple having divorce” he joked wrapping his arms around me

We finished the movie with me still laying on his chest. It was then i realized it’s now my favorite place to chill, aside from my bed and couch obviously.

When the theaters’s lights turned on I checked out the dress that Mike got me. Surprisingly it’s a very cute dress with a little apple prints on it.

“Hahahahah really funny an apple dress really?”

“I was debating if I should get that one or the bacon one….”

“What!? The bacon one! Always get the bacon one” i interrupted him

“-but i chose that one because you’re the apple of my eye” he said jokingly rolling his eyes

“So you got me this for a punch line?” I giggled. “Okay that was cute! You’re very cute thank you”

“Oh why thank you Madam, you’re very beautiful yourself too” he said leaning in for a kiss.

Soft lips. God. He’s so gentle to me. I love this man.

“Thank you.” I told him

“For the kiss? Damn my pleasure miss fabray” he teased

“Hahahhaha no! I meant this, the dress, the movie, everything. It’s one of the best days of my life. You just treat me like….. a queen”

“I’m treating you the way you should be treated. And it’s the best feeling being with you so I should be the one thanking you”

My heart! Holy shit! My stomach! Butterflies. My mind went blank and my heart beats faster after he said those words.

He got up and helped me got up from my seat too.

“So is apple your favorite fruit?”

“Now that you buy me this dress,It sure is” i teased him. “No I think bananas are my favorite but I can’t live without apples.”

“What a weird way of saying i love bananas and apples equally” he teased

“No! Stop! I really love bananas but i have this weird habit that i got up in the middle of the night and I can’t go back to sleep unless i have a bite of apples”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes at first it was cute and all but sometimes it got in the way with my schedule, but don’t worry I asked my doctor about it and she said that’s just my body living up to the saying “an apple a day keeps the doctor away”” I said laughing

“But maybe when you sleep with this apple dress you’ll forget about your thing with apple in the middle of the night” he teased

“I guess we’ll find out” I said and head to the toilet to change my dress

I went out and Mike stared at me for a good minute before saying

“It wasn’t always bacon,i knew it. Apples suit you too” He said leaning in and gave me a kiss on my cheeks near my ear that tickled me

“Aw that tickles!”

“You look wonderful,babe” he whispered

“Oh stop let’s head home now?”

“Okay”

We decided to hang out at his place, and have dinner there. He insisted to cook for me. And not gonna lie it was the best chicken & pasta i’ve ever had. Is there something this man can’t do?

I was about to leave when we realized it was raining cats and dogs outside. I said i’ll just wait for it to stop, i wouldn’t want him to drive back at his home raining in the middle of the night by himself. But we waited and waited but the rain isn’t stopping and even got stronger the thunder is starting to scare me.

Mike brought out some extra pajamas for me. Hahaha this is so big for me but it’s comfortable and it has his smell on it so i’ll take it i thought to myself,blushing a little.

“Hahaha my pjs are so big on you! But you look good my love” Mike said when he saw me

“I know but I love it”

We headed to bed and no nothing happened okay? We really just slept.

I woke up around 2 am the rain had stopped already and Mike is sound asleep. I was about to go to the kitched to check if he got some apples when i saw the apples in the plate above the little table in his room. Beside it is a little note “Apples prepared with love! -Mike”

That’s when i got emotional over an apple! How could this man be so perfect?

I went to the toilet to pee and noticed his wet pajamas. It was then I realized he doesn’t have apples on his fridge and went outside in the middle of the night, when it was raining to buy me some apples.

I quickly went back to bed and gave him kisses.

“Hey kiss thief” he yelled

“Have i ever told you I love you”

“I love you way more” he said, gave me a kiss

Parting our lips for air. I snuggled into his arm and close my eyes.

Fuck I am madly in love with this man. And I know it’s too early for this but I can already picture out our future together. With our future kids. Growing old together,all that. It’s weird but if it’s not with Mike, I don’t want it.

admin’s note:hello sorry this is shitty and very long! im not good at writing stuff and im just getting started haha. This is supposed to be an easy read so i hope i dont miss out any grammatical errors or anything! thanks for reading<3

#fabang #quinn fabray #mike chang #glee #glee club #gleek #crackship #i ship it #harry shum jr #dianna agron

[iztopher]

gee i wonder what questions i should ask from the ask meme you just reblogged. oh i know. how about: All Of Them

(jk just do the ones you want but i am VERY curious and would love to hear your thoughts)

EHEHE it is always my pleasure! this took me a hot sec for Several Reasons, one of them being i ... got distracted by writing fanfic...

i've already answered some here and here, but here's the remainder:

Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

Actually, not that I can think of. That sounds fun tho

Do you have a beta reader?

Usually! I enlist various different friends depending on fic haha. Sometimes though I just wing it

Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it.

I actually forgot to include this answer in my last one where I was prompted it, so: I feel like my writing is... very me? I've shared excerpts of my work before and friends have been like of Course you wrote that Iz and it makes me feel good. I'd also like to think it's direct/easy to understand while still being interesting, but, well, I'm biased on that regard LOL.

First kiss fics. Love em or hate em?

okay actually genuinely I love them. the most appealing part of characters kissing to me is figuring out Why they want to smash their mouths together and first kiss fics are some of the most dedicated to distilling that question to its essence and building the scene/fic around it. SUPER fun!

Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

yes, pretty much always! lately i've been repeating Middle Distance Runner by Sea Wolf (I fall back on this one a lot, I like listening to it for introspective scenes) and That Unwanted Animal by The Amazing Devil.

What tools/programs/apps do you use to write?

mostly microsoft word, sometimes google docs (if I'm writing on the go), and, when I'm particularly stuck or just getting started, directly in AO3

Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

sooooo many. even more of them are "shelved" / liable to come back from the dead one day, though.

Do any irl people know you write fanfic?

yes! Most people, lol.

Do you drink and write?

LMAO NO i tried this once but alcohol literally only makes me sleepy so i cannot do anything creative if i've been drinking.

Do you write the spicy stuffs? If so, what's your most popular nsfw fic?

I have, in the past, attempted the spicy stuffs, but I've never posted it LMAO. I did, however, use to pass them around for friends on Google Docs, which means I do have a most popular NSFW fic. i wrote it in high school. it was way more comedy than smut. the fake official name was "there's a first time for everything" but nobody has ever called it anything other than HJAU, which stands for. well. hand job alternative universe. don't worry about it!

Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

either early morning (coffee time), mid/late afternoon (coffee time again), or once it's dark out.

How do you feel about comments and feedback?

I LOVE them.

What's a trope you will never write?

okay I make enough snarky comments about writing tropes I don't like into something that I do, or criticizes the aspects I don't like of them, where it's hard for me to say "never". but probably soulmate AUs - people do interesting stuff with them, but I don't trust myself to be one of those people.

Would you ever open commissions?

nahhh, my writing is too... selective for that LMAO. also it's more fun for me for it to be a hobby i don't make money from. i want to take more requests, though! once i finish my first set.

What's your most popular fic?

by kudos, Freckles!

Do you write fics for certain holidays? Which is your favorite holiday inspired fic?

I do not, but am I allowed to recommend someone else's holiday inspired fic in response to this? because I adore The Annual Pendragon-Johnson Hannuchristmas Double Holiday Banquet and Bash series by Ishti.

Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which?

I've never posted a multichap where this would be relevant before, but it would be super cool if that did happen when/if I post more plot-y fic.

How do you feel about fan art of your stories?

oh my god i LOVE them. I've gotten one piece of fanart directly based on one of my fics and it was lovely.

How many fics do you have?

currently on AO3, 14!

Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

mix of both, really depends on the fic. if I'm feeling cocky and think I can knock it out in a sitting or two, seat of my pants, if not, outline.

What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

write what you want to read, and for an intended audience of you and like, 1-5 cool people you know will read it. other people may read it too, and if they do, that Rules, but it's so much easier to embrace fanfic as a labor of love if your primary focus is on you and your friends having fun.

Who's your comfort character?

I don't really use this term ever LOL. I definitely explore like... vent-y stuff most often through ... galahad ... though.

Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

no character was picked for this :P

Who is your favorite character to write?

Te'ijal and Galahad tied.

Which of your fics would you be most horrified for friends, family, or coworkers to stumble upon?

currently posted online? none! however, uh, I'm working on something right now that I can't decide if I want to post specifically because the answer to this question would immediately become the fic in question.

What leads you to consider a fic a success?

did my friends like it :) bonus points for if people point out in comments parts I was especially proud of when writing. OR: if I go back and read it in a few months, does it make me feel the way I wanted it to make a reader feel.

Would you ever want to turn writing into a career?

oh boy no jhdskgjsdf

How long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter?

SOBS. I have no idea because I'm a horrible multitasker who will work on 20 fics at once. lately, though, since I've started sitting down and focusing on one fic at a time, it tends to be in the 2 days to 2 weeks range.

What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

romance is like pulling teeth for me, which is unfortunate because there's so many ships in Aveyond I feel the "SOMEBODY'S gotta do it" emotion about

How do you feel about criticism?

from friends I appreciate it, and I appreciate it from anyone when WIPs are sent. but I am very glad to have never received unasked for criticism from a stranger on a finished fic lol

Do you have a favorite tag to use when posting your works?

i love making "implied/referenced (character/ship)" jokes

How do you feel about reader interaction? Are you open to receiving questions about your fics?

I LOVE it, omg, questions about my fics are super welcome and in fact would make my day! (that's part of why I love doing these memes)

#TYSM <333 #dear mel

[5sosxqueen]

~Part 1~ , Part 2 > , Part 3 >

This story is just going to be in Michael's point of view. It is one of my all-time favorites that I have written.

Warnings: depictions of illness, bad grammer, and awkward pet names XD

Written in 2018

Word Count: 2164

Updates every Tuesdays and Thursdays

Also Available on Wattpad and AO3!!!

Part 1:

Michael's p.o.v:

"Ok boys gather 'round! Today we have a photo shoot at 11:15am, a signing right after that, sound check at 7:30pm, and a concert at 8:00pm. You guys will be ok to walk around and explore the city during your free time, as long as you watch the time." Matt explained to us and I internally groaned while the others cheered loudly.

I hadn't been feeling to great since I woke up. My stomach's been in knots and I have the beginnings of a headache. I don't want the other lads to worry about me, so I've kept it to myself.

"We have a couple hours until the photo shoot. What would you guys like to do?" Aston said jumping onto mine and Calum's shoulders causing me to have a shock of pain course throughout my body. As if the headache and stomach ache weren't enough already...

"Ok first things first. Get off me and Michael. It looks like you're hurting the poor guy." Calum said causing Aston to let go of us which I was beyond thankful for. "Now then none of us have eaten so why don't we go to a café or whatever's close by and maybe walk around and see what we can find." I felt my stomach flip at the mere thought of food, but I agreed anyways.

We walked for about 5 minutes before I had to stop. It was sweltering hot out here which wasn't helping my head and stomach in anyway. The boys were talking amongst themselves and hadn't really noticed I stopped. It took a couple of seconds before Luke looked back at me, laughing about some joke, his face immediately dropping at the sight of me. I put my hand up to my head and tried to ignore the twisting in my stomach. I hadn't even noticed they stopped and were looking at me until Luke walked up to me and put his hand on my shoulder causing me to jump slightly.

"Sorry bud, you ok?" He said with a slight frown.

"Ya this heat's causing me a headache. I'll be fine though." I said dropping my hand and continued on with the walk. I was trying my best to keep up with both the speed they we're walking and the conversation.

"Michael there's a café right there. We will get you some water and we will all have some food. That should make you feel better." Luke said with a smile. I wasn't paying attention because the heat was causing me to have random dizzy spells. One in particular, right outside the café, had me stop once again to get my bearings. I felt myself sway and Calum rushed over to me and tried to pull me inside. Before he could my vision went black and I felt myself fall.

I opened my eyes a couple seconds later in Calum's arms. I put my hand to my head once again. "What happened?" I asked.

"I think you blacked out mate. Ash can you go inside and see if you can get a wet rag and and a water bottle?" He asked and Ash nodded and went inside. He came back a couple minutes later with both requested items in his hands. He placed the rag on my head and put the water bottle to my lips. I took a couple sips greatfully. "You ready to sit up or do you need a bit?" Calum asked.

"Give me a sec please." I said. I felt my stomach flip again and swallowed thickly, taking a deep breathe. I opened my eyes. "Ok ready." And Luke and Calum gently sat me up.

"Here try to drink some more. Will you be ok to do the photo shoot? We only have an hour and a half before it starts." Luke asked handing me my water and placing the rag on my neck.

"Ya I should be fine. I don't particularly want to do the signing, but I doubt I can get out of it." I said before taking some more sips. They knew it was true. Management could be complete dicks. I felt a stabbing pain in my head and my stomach flip yet again and quickly closed my water bottle.

We sat there for a couple of minutes. "Let's get you inside mate." Ashton said and everyone helped me stand. I got a bit dizzy and grabbed onto his shoulders for support. "You alright?" I nodded and they led me inside and to a table. One of the employees came over.

"Are you ok Michael? I saw you go down... Which you guys handled beautifully by the way. If there is anything you need don't hesitate to ask." She said. I looked up and her she was clearly a fan and she was genuinely concerned.

"Thank you. Umm, what would you recommend? And would it be too much trouble to ask if you or any of the employees have anything for a headache?" I asked wincing at the pain.

"Of course not, no trouble at all. I would recommend the Classic BLT, but we have other sandwiches and salads as well."

"What do you have that is light on the stomach?" I asked and the lads all looked at me. They all suddenly asked me if my stomach hurts at once. "No it doesn't hurt per say, I just don't want to risk eating anything heavily loaded with grease and end up queasy considering that episode a few minutes ago." I lied, raising my hands in defense.

"Ok. We have some soups. I could make you some. I would just need to know which one you would like. And here's a menu for you boys." She said with a grin.

"I'll have some clam chowder thanks." I said hoping I made a good choice.

"Coming right up. I'll be back to take your orders in a couple minutes."

I was not looking forward to trying to eat. My stomach extremely uneasy. She came back as promised with my soup. "Here you are, Boston style clam chowder in a bread bowl and two Tylenols. Now are you guys ready to order?"

"Yes, I'll have the terragon chicken sandwich with some green tea please." Luke said as I reluctantly took a bite of my soup.

"I'll have the curried chicken salad and a water." Calum said with wide eyes making everyone laugh.

"And I will have the Classic BLT and a raspberry tea. Please and thank you." Ashton said with a smile as she wrote all of our orders down.

"Excuse me. Where's your restroom?" I asked feeling awfully gaggy.

"Down that hallway and to your right." She said.

"Thank you." I stood up carefully to avoid a repeat of earlier and puking all over the café floor and sped walked to the, thankfully single person, bathroom. I locked the door and leaned against the sink trying to get the nauseous feeling to pass. I turned the tap on and tried to focus on my breathing. I suddenly gagged very harshly and rested my head in my hands with my elbows supporting my weight. My mouth filled with a lot of saliva and I couldn't swallow it without gagging so I was forced to spit it out. I gagged for several minutes and heard my phone go off. "Shit!" I heaved and only brought up stomach acid, but I felt the nausea subside finally and looked at my phone. 'You ok in there???' Ash texted. I put my phone back into my pocket and made sure the sink was rinsed out before walking back to the table.

I somehow finished my soup and started nibbling on the bread bowl when the other boys finished. I took the tylenol and went to pay. I pulled out the $47.36 the meal cost and the employee put her hand up. "Don't worry about it. It's on the house. Make sure he feels better lads." She said happily. We all thanked her and left.

We decided to walk to the place that the photo shoot was being held since it was only 5 minutes away. The lads we're right eating helped my head and dizziness, but it only succeeded in making me feel way more queasy. I felt better after throwing up a bit, but now it's much worst and I really regret finishing the soup.

We got into the building and into the photography room without any problems. I saw some chairs in the large room and sat down with my head in my hands.

"You ok Michael?" Calum asked walking up to me. I nodded and got back up walking over to the photographer.

"Hello you must be Michael." She said and I nodded.

"I was wondering if I could go first I haven't been feeling to great." I told her and she looked at me sympathetically.

"Of course sweetie. My name's Margaret by the way. If you need to stop at any point let me know." She said and I nodded and thanked her. "Ok can you go over there and make a sexy pose for me?... Perfect! Good job Michael. Now sit down and laugh. I know it's hard to force especially when you don't feel good. I'm sorry babe. Good, good. Ok now take a bow." I did everything she asked of me, although my stomach was trying to protest every second of it. Once I finished I went to the couch I found and rested my eyes until the lads we're finished with there singles.

They came over to the couch and saw I had fallen asleep. Calum and Luke took that as an opportunity to talk to Matt while Ashton watched me.

Around 15 minutes later they woke me up. "Hey buddy. We have a surprise for you." Luke told me.

"What is it?" I asked kind of concerned as to what it might be, because of how out of the blue it was. I sat up slowly and accidentally let a groan slip, but nobody seemed to notice.

"Calum and I told Matt what happened earlier and he called management. They agreed to letting you out of the signing and sound check." Luke informed me. 'Thank God' I was feeling significantly worse after that nap instead of better. I smiled to let them know I heard. I didn't dare move. I was not only very dizzy again, but I kept feeling my stomach trying to expel it's contents once again.

"Breaks over guys let's get started on your group photos." Margret told us. I groaned again as everyone helped me up again and we went back over in front of the camera. "Ok Michael go ahead and sit in that chair sweetheart. Calum sit in that one. Ashton and Luke, you guys stand behind them. All of you make the meanest faces you can. Now go wild and do something crazy!" At that moment I felt bile quickly rising up my throat and held my hand up, signalling to her to wait. I frantically looked around the room and found a large bin in the corner.

I shot of the chair and tried to sprint to it, but to my dismay another stronger wave of dizziness caught me off guard and made me lose my balance. I fell onto my knees and vomited profusely onto the floor. I started shaking violently. I felt hands on my back as I continued to get sick.

"I feel so sick..." I said right before another massive round poured from my mouth onto the floor.

"I know honey, you're ok. You're going to be ok." Margaret sushed me and rubbed my hair gently before getting up to grab someone to clean the mess.

"Michael we are getting you back to the bus. I'm going to see what I can do about moving everything to another day you are way too sick for this." I heard Matt say and walked away as I was reduced to a massive coughing fit. I continued dry-heaving and coughing for 10 minutes before I could finally sit back. I laid down onto Calums lap and he smiled sadly.

"Are you feeling any better after all that?" He asked and I quickly shook my head no with a gag. I sat back up and closed my eyes so I wasn't looking at the puddle of sick under me. I dry heaved again and spit the access spit into the puddle. "I think you got it all up buddy." I shook my head again. I felt vomit shoot up my throat and a wretch turned into a heave bringing up more of my brunch. "Damn. Get it up Mikey." He sighed rubbing my back. Ashton grabbed the chair I was sitting on during the group photo and luke lifted me up once I got a break and sat me on it. I immediately leaned forward with another wretch.

#emeto #5sos

[fushigurro]

hi dahlia! 🎠 and ☘️ for your f/o of choice please? :3

AHHHH hello!! sorry this took a hot sec—work had me extra distracted for a bit!

w/ toji

🎠 – amusement parks or public parks?

toji insists that he doesn't really care much for either, but i know he prefers amusement parks. his favorite part is the food tbh, as well as giving people menacing looks whenever they glance in my direction. he rolls his eyes whenever i ask him to go on rides, but he's immediately draping his arm around me whenever we're seated together in something. and i am convinced that roller coasters actually freak him out!! and i don't like them much either tbh, but if i ever decide to try and give one a go, he rolls his eyes and says something like "this shit is stupid i can't believe we're waiting in line for this." however, he's gritting his teeth and white knuckling the handlebars once we get on.

w/ tanjiro

🍀 – who insists they’re luckier to have found the other person?

between me and tanjiro, i'm the one constantly thinking things like this. i'm not used to someone caring so much and so genuinely, and sometimes it almost feels like it's too good to be true. i feel incredibly lucky, but he doesn't like for me to think that way. he believes it's equal on both fronts, and that he's just as lucky as i am.

selfship asks.

#letters. #pastelle-rabbit #ss: toji

[pjunicornart]

Round 2 les goooo

By the way, the Token preferences were inferred based on vibes.

Drink: "I like tea. Especially oolong." Ice Cream Flavor: "Cookie dough, all the time! Can you believe that's the ONE flavor of ice cream Neil doesn't like?" Music Genre: "Well, considering my frog band is a jazz band... it would be weird if I didn't say jazz." Movie Genre: "What's not to love about action movies? Explosions, crazy plot lines, and shredded men and women everywhere you look." Online Activity: "I like to watch videos with Neil before bed. It's our own little ritual." Phone App: "I use the music player the most, but it only works like, half the time. Which reminds me... I REALLY need to get a new phone..." Type of Exercise: "Karate! I took lessons when I was kid, and I still practice it to this day! You better watch out, buddy!" Outdoor Activity: "I like to go down to the nearby pond and find some new frogs to possibly join the band, or to just have around." Theme Park Ride: "Nothing raises my spirits quite like a roller coaster! My favorites are the ones that do those big drops." Friday Night: "That's band practice night. Rarely ever miss a day, too." Sunday Morning: "I usually sleep in on the weekends, just like everybody else in my family, ha ha." Weather: "Bright, sunny days are the best, because our house is filled with such a nice natural light." Holiday: "I've loved Christmas ever since I was a kid. I look forward to it every year! Much to the annoyance of my husband, ha ha." Pet: "Sis, do you think I'm NOT gonna say frogs?" School Subject: "Gym class was fun, because I got to show the big boys how it's done! Ha ha ha!" Place to Shop: "I absolutely LOVE going to those high end fashion boutiques. That's where I got the dress I'm wearing now!" Trait in Partner: "Hmmm... How about confidence? I think that's just as important as anything else." Own Body Part: "Oh, easy. My hips! They're the part I love the most, just look at them!" Sex Position: "What's the one called where the girl's on top? Oh yeah, cowgirl. That one hits just right, every time." Porn Category: "I don't know if I should disclose that information... Hm, if you simply MUST know, I prefer to watch solo girls. That's all I need."

Baggage Franny: "I like you, y'know. You don't doubt me as much some of the other people I've talked to." YN: "What do you mean by that?" Franny: "You know the type of people. The ones who judge you at a first glance? Ugh, I can't stand those people. It's fine, though. All they have to do is piss me off, and they won't do it again. You have my word on that." Hot Headed - If Franny becomes upset a row of tokens will shatter after every move is made on her date until her Stamina fully recovers.

Franny: "Did I tell you about my upcoming concert yet? Ugh, it's kinda lookin' like a shit show right now. Mostly because there's just so much left to do." YN: "Maybe I can lend you a helping hand?" Franny: "Nope. I appreciate the offer, but I can do it just fine on my own, thanks. I've been doing this alone for about eight years now, and I can do it for eight more!" Miss Independent - Franny will refuse to accept any date gifts unless she has at least 30% Passion.

Franny: "Hey, think I can borrow your phone for a sec? I need to make a quick call." YN: "Didn't you say that you put in a time off notice?" Franny: "Hm? Oh, I did. This is gonna be a call to my lead singer, Frankie. We need to schedule some more practice days as well as schedule dates for meet and greets and such. It's a lot of stuff... which kinda sucks, 'cause it means I don't have much time to myself." Busy Schedule - Franny will shorten the date by taking one extra move after every ten moves.

Cornelius... Michael... Lizzy...

#rosey rambles #meet the robinsons #franny robinson #huniepop 2 #i got bored #comfort post

[andie-cake]

tell me about a movie you like!

i ended up falling asleep before seeing this, so i'm no longer in 2 seconds away from a panic attack mode. BUT i do appreciate u sending this so i will answer it, thank u ceej <3

okay so my taste in movies isn't,,, particularly interesting. it's mostly animated films rattlin around up there in my skull, and nothing particularly obscure or out-there aside from like. one or two fondly remembered cult classics. so my 6 am brain is just gonna ramble abt animated movies that i like for a hot sec.

uhhhhh let's see, i haven't watched it in like over three years, but i fuckign love the iron giant. good-ass movie right there. i enjoy don bluth, tho i haven't actually seen any of his post-all dogs go to heaven films in full (what i have seen Isn't Great). i think the only like, golden age bluth film i haven't seen is secret of nimh which is weird bc it's like, almost unanimously considered the best one. but yeah, i really liked american tail as a kid (dunno if 20 year old me would still vibe with it), i still really like the land before time (and i have regrettably watched all 13 sequels, don't be like me), and all dogs go to heaven is p decent (even if it has about as much business being a musical as,,, the 13 land before time sequels do).

uhhhhh, i do love me some stop-mo, of course. i don't really have a favorite movie these days, but coraline is definitely a contender. i really enjoy corpse bride despite the,,, tim burton and johnny depp-ness of it all (the songs are mostly kinda whatever tho, except for remains of the day, which fuckin rules). i haven't seen wendell and wild yet, but i really. should do that. i'm bad at watching new movies in a timely manner.

case in point, i finally watched klaus for the first time on christmas eve (only took me what, like three years?), and that's also a good-ass movie. fuckin' gorgeous animation too. and i've mentioned before how much i enjoy mitchells vs. the machines, GOD. most comedy in animated movies these days doesn't do it for me, but tmvtm found the secret sauce. and the secret sauce is gravity falls writers.

#i could go on but this post is getting Long

[aehyei]

— VID CALLS WITH HOT STEP BRO ! Lee Taeyong

PAIRING | step brother!lee taeyong x reader 

GENRE | slightly suggestive lmao (i wanna do a part two but i need inspiration)

WC | 871 

WARNING/S | cuss words, obvious sexual tension

SYNOSPS | Your mom adores Taeyong, your friends loves Taeyong, everyone just couldn’t resist the charm he holds. You thought all you felt for him was platonic and didn’t mean anything, but after the video chat, you started to doubt yourself. 

— A/N | i saw this one tiktok of taeyong once and (s)creamed. kidding....or not

“ARE YOU BLIND?”

“She must be blind.”

“Y/n let’s go to the eye doctor.”

“Hey—hey—stop! Nothing is wrong with my eyes!” You explode, brows furrowed together as you glare at your three friends. “If you’re really not blind, then explain the fact why you don’t find Lee Taeyong hot,” says Jisoo. 

“Well, for starters, he’s my brother?” You acted like you were purely disgusted, gagging a little.

“Step brother!” Jennie immediately interrupts, trying to prove her point. “That doesn’t make anything better,” you slowly said, scoffing a little. 

“Yes it does. It means you and Mr. hottie are not blood related which also means that you can fuck him anytime in any day. I just wonder why you haven’t.” Euna eyes you from bottom to top, clicking on her tongue. “Are you really, really, really sure you aren’t blind?”

“Girls, I don’t see Lee Taeyong that way and for sure he doesn’t see me other then his stupid little sister too. Stop that.” You sigh, done with how they keep insisting that you’re blind just because you don’t find your step brother hot. 

“Nuh uh, sister. He looks at you as if you’re one hot class meal.”

“And don’t you even notice the way he checks you out the last time we went on the beach?”

“No I—”

“Please, Taeyong obviously doesn’t see you as his ‘stupid little sister’.” 

“Alright! Alright! Let me prove it to you guys that he doesn’t look at me that way. Ugh, wait, I’ll video call him.” Defeated by your stubborn friends, you lazily reached for your phone and dialed a certain number. 

“Where is he again?” Euna asked, hearing your phone ring. “I think he’s in Busan, right?” Jisoo answers, also unsure. You hum at this and let out a sound of relief seeing Taeyong answer his phone. You looked up to your friends and gestured for them to stay quiet.

“Oh, Y/n-ah, what’s wrong?” Taeyong’s husky voice reached your ears. You could tell it took everything inside Euna, Jennie, and Jisoo to not squeal at his voice. 

“Nothing much, just bored. What are you up to?” It also took everything in you not to roll your eyes at them. “Mhmm,” he hummed then slowly chuckled, “don’t end the call but I have to use the bathroom. Be back in a sec then we could watch your favorite movie, how does that sound?”

You smiled at this, heart fluttering at his sweetness. Lee Taeyong sure is perfect boyfriend material…if only he wasn’t your step brother. “Yeah sure, sounds perfect,” you replied, watching as he placed his phone by the large window in his hotel room. 

“Is he gone?” Jennie mouths, trying to take a peek. You shake your head, still seeing Taeyong’s reflection thanks to the window. Euna pouts at your answer, grabbing her phone to keep her busy while waiting. 

Your eyes slowly widened seeing Taeyong slowly unbutton his shirt until he was completely bare for you to see his chest and abs. Your chest tightened when he stood up from the bed and left the room to go to the bathroom just like he said. 

“What? What’s wrong with you?” Jisoo asks in a whisper, noticing your flustered state. 

“N-Nothing.” You stuttered, the image of Taeyong being shirtless still very much imprinted in your mind. “Why are you acting like that?” This time, it was Jennie who was suspicious. “I-I said nothing! Now shhhh, he’s back.” You shushed them after hearing the bathroom door open. 

Taeyong walked back to the room, now wearing a robe. His hear was messy and fuck, did he look hot. He picked up the phone and smiled at you too casually for your liking. “Hey Y/n, sorry, did you wait too long?”

“N-No. I-I uhhh…T-Taeyong, next time, if you want to change, please just turn off your camera.” It was embarrassing saying that sentence, especially when the three of your friends suddenly stared at you like you were an interesting tv show. Your cheeks fired up and you couldn’t even look at Taeyong on the screen, still flustered from what you saw earlier.

“You saw my reflection on the window?” Taeyong asked in a fake gasp, moving the camera a bit. He smiled after in a way that you didn’t like. “U-Uh, yeah, but I promise I closed my eyes!” You lied, gulping afterwards. He smirked, laughing in a seductive yet playful way, “Oh my…I’m so embarrassed.”

“Don’t be! It’s really fine, w-we’re siblings, remember?” You hate yourself for stumbling over your words. 

“You saw that?” He continued on laughing, still stuck on that topic. “Taeyong,” you whinnied, more embarrassed now, “stop laughing! It’s not funny!”

He made a face then licked his lip slowly, speaking in the most low voice he could. “You should’ve turned a blind eye to it.”

“I-I t-tried—”

Taeyong sat on his bed, placing a veiny hand on his thigh, biting his moist kissable lips. He eyed your flustered state, enjoying every minute of it. “Awww now what do I do? I made my little princess shy, didn’t I? Oppa’s sorry.”

You shouldn’t be turned on by what he said, but you couldn’t help it. In your mind, even if your friends were still quiet by the corner of your room, you could hear their voices telling you ‘We told you so’.

© AEHYEI, 2022

#nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct drabbles #nct #nct angst #nct fluff #hyej4e fics #nct smut #nct 127 #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 scenarios #nct 127 smut #nct 127 angst #nct 127 fluff #nct u #nct u imagines #nct u scenarios #nct u smut #nct u angst #nct u fluff #nct taeyong #taeyong #lee taeyong #taeyong smut #lee taeyong smut #taeyong angst #taeyong fanfic #taeyong fluff #taeyong imagines #taeyong drabbles

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Imagine...Jensen’s Birthday

Summary: It might be the end of the day but the reader wants to give Jensen one last gift...

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Square: Jensen’s Birthday

Word Count: 1,100ish

Warnings: language, smut

A/N: Written for @spndeanbingo​

_____

“Good evening Mr. Ackles,” you said, opening the door to the garage. Jensen stopped and stood by his car, a backpack slung over his shoulders. “Nightcap reservation for two?”

“What are you wearing?” he giggled, walking again and sliding into the house, kicking off his sneakers. “Is that a cocktail dress?”

“How was work? Care for a glass of the house speciality?” you said, taking his bag and hand, leading him down the hall into the kitchen.

“I’m exhausted but it was fun. Glad I’m directing again,” he said, catching the clock. “You know technically it’s not my birthday anymore.”

“Technically you’re getting more than birthday breakfast with the kids for your day,” you said, Jensen humming and washing up at the sink. 

“But I thought I got all my presents already,” he said. 

“Well you have one last one to unwrap,” you said. “Or should I say undress.”

He walked over, looking you up and down with a smirk. You took his hand and headed upstairs, going quietly down the hall to your bedroom, tossing his backpack in the closet once inside. He shut the bedroom door behind himself and locked it, stepping up behind you, resting his hands on your hips. 

“Can I make a request?” he murmured, kissing your neck.

“Of course. Whatever the birthday boy wants.” You turned, reaching up for him to pull him in close, smashing your lips together. 

“You can say no to this,” he said, lips against yours. “We’ve never…done this before.”

That caught your attention and you smiled, leaning back and nodding. He bit his bottom lip, a light flush to his cheeks. You tried to wrack your brain for what he could be thinking that you hadn’t done before but then his eyes glanced to the balcony door.

“You want to have sex outside?” you asked. 

“We don’t have to. I just thought, you know, we got the lights up out there and if we put a blanket down on the big lounger…it’s pretty private. I seriously doubt anyone could see if they wanted to. But if-”

“Sounds romantic,” you said. “One sec.”

You ducked down the hall to the big closet, grabbing an oversized blanket and tucking it under your arm, returning and walking outside with Jensen. He helped you toss it over the seat, making sure it was clean before he flipped on the dim lights and was reaching for you again. 

“Where do you want me?” you breathed out between hot kisses, Jensen far less tired than when he walked in the door. 

“On top of me,” he mumbled. 

“My favorite place,” you teased. You reached down and undid his belt and zipper, helping him out of his pants as he pulled down the zipper on the back of your dress. He was nearly naked by the time it slipped off of you, his eyes lighting up when he saw what was underneath. “Like what you see?”

“You wear that pretty blue lace for me?” he said. You stretched up on your tiptoes, spinning around and letting him catch the see through back. “Damn girl.”

“It comes in crotchless too,” you smirked, his tongue practically drooling. “I’ll have to pick up a pair. Now get naked so I can ride you.”

“You’re so perfect,” he hummed, finishing undressing as you got closer. You let him slowly peel off the underwear and undo the bra, Jensen humming as it hit the wood decking below. “You got little goosebumps on you. Are you sure it’s not too cool out here?”

“I’ll warm up soon.” You pushed a gentle hand on his chest, walking him backwards until he was sitting back in the chair. You straddled him and kissed him soft and sweet, Jensen quickly diving his tongue into your mouth, pushing and pulling and you knew what he wanted. You reached between yourselves, pumping his cock a few times before it was at full mast. He groaned, a soft sleepy echo in it and you smiled, lining him up and taking just the head of his cock inside your folds. You waited a breath and slid down another inch, waiting another and sliding one more. Jensen growled, eyes dark.

“The birthday boy doesn’t want to be teased,” he said quietly. You leaned in close, lips brushing his ear.

“If you want a hard fuck then all you gotta do is ask,” you whispered, nipping his jaw as you leaned back. You winked at him and sat back, Jensen’s hands flying to your hips and yanking you down. It knocked the air out of your lungs, Jensen smiling, waiting only for you to catch your breath before he was lifting you up and pulling you back down. 

Your thighs got in line with his pace finally and you were quickly covered in sweat, your insides tightening, squeezing, a pressure building up when his cock hit your g-spot.

“You gonna get there? You gonna come on just my cock?” panted Jensen. You squeezed your eyes shut, blood pumping in your ears. You weren’t sure. It’d never happened and not for a lack of trying. But then again you’d never fucked at this angle before either. Or outside. The pressure in your belly swelled up, legs burning, fingers digging into your skin sure to leave bruises in the morning.

You screamed as a powerfully deep orgasm rolled through you, walls squeezing Jensen like a vice. He kept you moving and he came instantly, throwing a hand over your mouth when he realized you were announcing your orgasm to the neighborhood. You dropped your head onto his shoulder and shivered, his hands on your face forcing you to look at him.

“Hey, hey, honey. You okay?” he asked, wiping the sweat out of your face. 

“I came on just your cock,” you laughed. “Fucking Hell. It was like when you make me come on just your fingers but so, so much more.”

“It sounded it,” he breathed out. You both panted for a moment, the night air starting to make you cool. “We better get inside before you catch a cold.”

He stood up with you, carrying you into the bathroom to clean up, exiting to pick up the things you left outside. He tossed them in the corner of the bedroom, the two of you making it back to bed on shaky legs. 

“How was that birthday boy?” you said, turning your head. 

“He enjoyed that very much,” chuckled Jensen. “Thank you for the birthday present Y/N. Love you.”

“Love you too, Jay.”

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[scarlettriot]

Stood Up

You (Y/N) get stood up from a date and Kaminari decides to do something about it.

Pairing: Kaminari/F!Reader

Contains: Fluff, Flirty Denki, Established BakuSquad Friendship

Warnings: 18+ Below the cut, Minors DNI! Swearing, Electro-Stim, Overstimulation, use of pet names (cuddle bug & cutie), oral (F receiving), consensual recording

A/N: Well, here we are with the third in my Stood Up series. There is also Bakugo & Kirishima if you're interested. This one took me way too long and it's also my first time writing Kaminari at length. I hope you all like it :)

Word Count Starting Below: 2,461

You slipped your foot into the silver heels you had picked out. Something a little fancier since this was a first date after all and you wanted to make a lasting impression. Not only that but this was your first first date in a while. Being a Pro Hero made life busy and dating difficult.

Practically the entire day leading up to this very moment revolved around you either getting ready or babbling with excitement to your closest friends.

An alert chimed on your phone with a text from your date, a smile sliding onto your face expecting to read some message about how they were on their way and that they'd see you soon, but that wasn't what you were met with.

Instead, it was a screenshot of your Instagram page, multiple of them actually, all of you and the ridiculous photos you took with your friends but mostly with one Denki Kaminari. The most recent of which was from a tea shop he met you at just earlier that day so you could show him the shoes for your date.

The message below was simple and more than enough to leave a sour taste in your mouth, this isn't what I want to see when I'm supposed to be taking you out tonight. What, one date a day isn't enough? Why are you even dating? Does your blonde boyfriend know?

You giggled at what they were implying, quick to explain how these were all your friends, they had been since high school! They are people you spent what little free time you had with. Especially Denki, your best friend since you were 15!

That joy you felt started dissipating within the next few messages. You hadn't even had a first date and they were already jealous, and that was something you didn't have room for in your life. So, you slipped the heels off your feet and put them directly back in the box to return when you had the time. Tight black jeans and fitted top were exchanged with a hoodie and sweats although your makeup and hair stayed done, you didn't have the energy to undo your hard work.

Instead, you slid back into your computer chair, your headset snuggly back on your ears and before you notified everyone you were back online, you took a moment listening to the chatter of your friends.

"Shitty Hair! Fuckin' pay attention!"

"Yeah, man! We're getting slaughtered over here!"

"Less yelling at Kiri! More shooty shooty!"

"All of you are hopeless..."

Eijiro chuckled out an apology that was accompanied by a lighter giggle also coming from his mic. "Think this is gonna be my last round for a bit, guys."

"You're so fuckin' whipped." Bakugo scoffed, before screaming profanities.

"Is it whipped if I'm the one who's wanting to get her into bed though?"

You clicked your mic back on then. "Hey, remember last week when Kats forgot his push to talk so we all heard him getting head and we party whipped because someone couldn't focus?"

"You better shut the hell up right fucking now!"

Everyone else roared with laughter. "Yeah! At least I have the decency to mute myself!"

"Hey, wait a sec, why are you online, Y/N!" Denki noted, "You should have already left!"

You screenshot your messages to the group chat because it was far easier than just explaining the ordeal.

"Cute shoes." Eijiro and Kyoka commented at the same time.

There was a lull as their game ended and the messages were read.

"Ya don't need 'em if they're gonna have their head so far up their ass like this."

"I agree." Hanta chimed in. "They're not worth your time."

"Still, sorry they turned out to be a shit." You could hear the frown on Kyoka's face, "I know how excited you were."

"Right, you doin' okay, Y/N? I can stick around and we can all shoot some things!"

"Thanks, Kiri but I'll be just fine! Go spend time with your girl!"

One by one, everyone signed off. You pulled up Spotify and Stardew Valley, something of a comfort for you to get lost in for the rest of the night.

Less than an hour later, you noticed your phone lighting up with your best friend's familiar smiling face. "What's up, Denki?"

"Open your door! I have my hands full and don't wanna put everything down to get my key!"

You sprang from your desk and rushed to your door. Sure enough, on the other side was Denki with bags in both hands and his phone tucked between his ear and shoulder. You grabbed it and a bag before he had a chance to drop anything like the klutz he was. "What's with all this?"

"I feel bad."

"Why? You didn't stand me up?"

He fiddled with the edge of a paper bag. "Yeah, but, we both read those messages and no one said anything but they didn't just call our group out, they called us out.

"Denks, it doesn't matter to me-"

"But, it does to me! You were so excited about this and I got in the way, unknowingly but, still! So, I gotta make it up to you now!"

He pulled out take-out boxes from your favorite restaurant. Two bottles of your favorite wine. Your top three favorite movies and video games, and a board game you both had been meaning to try. "I mean, if they think I'm your boyfriend I kinda gotta live up to the hype, right?"

You really wanted to insist that none of this was necessary. That just because some person that neither of you really knew that well, assumed something about your relationship that didn't mean he had to blame himself for it.

But, you had to admit, this was really sweet. It shouldn't have come as a surprise to you that he knew everything you liked but it was nice. Instead of sitting across from a stranger, making awkward small talk, and trying to learn about one another, you were barefoot in your kitchen, laughing with your best friend while he plated dinner and you poured the wine.

Formalities were out the window. Both you and Denki were eating dinner in your living room, laughing and drinking just as you'd done a million times before. You snapped a photo of the delicious food on paper plates, toasting good times with your cheap wine, ready to post them to your Instagram.

"Gonna make them more jealous..."

"I think they made it pretty clear they don't want to see me so why should I care?"

He shrugged. "I just thought they might, you know, come to their senses that they obviously lost."

"I don't really care either way." You wandered back into your kitchen, putting away the leftovers, "They can forget I exist or they can stalk my page like a creep. If someones' gonna try and tell me I can't be friends with my friends or just not listen to me, then I don't want them in my life. No matter how good-looking they are."

Denki watched you from the sofa, a bit of a lopsided grin on his face that had butterflies taking flight in your stomach. "What?" Laughing to hide the bit of a crush you always had on the man. It was unavoidable you told yourself. His personality was infectious and had 15 year old you head over heels.

He pushed back bright blonde hair back off his forehead and just shook his head. "Nothin'. Uh, what's next? Video game, board game, or movie?"

You peaked on the counter at the options. "Well, we probably should have checked this but the board game needs at least four people to play... guess we'll have to save that for our next game night. Is a movie okay?"

Of course, it was.

You brought over the DVD with a refill of wine and he pulled a blanket down off the back of your sofa.

It really didn't take long, just fifteen minutes or so, and you were curled up into Denki's side. You'd make grabby hands for your wine glass and he'd pass it over with that damn grin again.

And not long after that, he'd pulled out his phone, angling it to take a picture of the two of you. "What are you doing?" You could see him on his own Instagram, tagging you, with the caption, Check out my cute cuddle bug.

"I thought you didn't want to make them more jealous."

"I decided I don't care either. You're mine tonight, their loss. And since you're mine tonight, I get bragging rights." He snapped another quick picture of you rolling your eyes at him, and then he kept snapping them.

"Denki! Why!"

"Because you're cute, cuddle bug! I like having all the pictures of you that I can!"

Even as you tackled him back down on the sofa, pinning him below you, he still managed a photo. "Bet if I post this one, they'll really get the wrong idea."

You could have moved. You were the one on top of him and you had his arms above his head. You had the power here and yet you just lingered above him.

"Y/N? Not that I'm one to complain about having a beautiful person such as yourself pinning me down, like, it's kinda hot, but..." Looking down into half-lidded golden eyes, you wondered why you had to become best friends with such a damn flirt! "Are you gonna take advantage of this situation we're in or are we just gonna keep dancing around this for another decade or so?"

You couldn't have heard him right? No... no this was your brain playing tricks on you because he certainly hadn't had that much wine tonight. You sat upright on his lap. "Another decade then, Y/N?"

"You- ha- you should stop that, Denki."

He leaned up, moving his arms around you, "Gimme a good reason to and I will."

You didn't have one. And not just because you've been in love with him for ten years but also because he was your best friend. The only reason to not go through with it was the possibility of losing your friendship if something bad were to happen but, you really didn't think anything would.

Denki might have been a serial flirt but he was surprisingly loyal in all the relationships he'd been in, not that there had been all that many serious ones.

"I'm not hearing anything." He teased, his face getting closer to yours. You could count each and every one of the faint freckles that littered the balls of his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. "But, I promise, if you tell me no, I'll stop, won't push this any further."

This whole thing seemed like a frickin' whirlwind, happening faster than your brain could really process the situation but you didn't want it to stop either. You wanted to take it further, didn't want to say no.

Which was why you coiled your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. There was that small little buzz of electricity that tickled your lips when he'd kiss your nose or cheeks that was now playing on his lips, on his tongue when you welcomed him in.

He leaned back again, pulling you with him until you were both a pile of needy hands and breathy pleas. Everywhere his hands roamed you felt that faint trail of shock against your skin, making the little hairs on your body stand on end.

Clothes were shed, tossed haphazardly around your living room, both of you pausing to laugh when Denki managed to land your hoodie over a lamp. His attention was drawn back to you quickly though, still perched on top of him but now he had your chest on full display since you'd forgone a bra when your date canceled.

Electrifying tongue twirled around your nipples, sensitive normally, now it felt like you knew what it was like when he fried his damn brain. He was eager, relentless even, pulling and sucking, another hand giving your other breast a similar treatment. He had you so focused that you let out a broken moan when slender fingers found their way into your panties.

"Fuckin' hell, Denki."

The bastard winked up at you, nipple still between his lips and before you could retort, he sent another small jolt through you.

You were blatantly grinding down on his hand, reaching behind you, you found him completely solid, barely being contained in the tight black boxers he wore. You had enough sense to tug them down and wrap your hand around him making his teeth sink into your soft flesh, whining when you stroked him.

"Y/N..." He whimpered, his hand momentarily distracted from his ministrations gave you enough time to shift in his lap to scoot forward putting his cock in front of you. In one swift motion, you had his length between your slick. "Oh fuck, cutie!" Golden eyes were squeezed shut while you moved along him, feeling that pleasant curve he had, you could only imagine what it was gonna be like to have him inside you.

"You're being a little tease, ma-makes me wanna do all sorts of things to y-you."

He was kissing your neck, your chest, shoulders, and arms, anywhere on you that he could reach. His hips bucking up into you, just trying to hit that perfect angle.

Strength and agility were something most overlooked when it came to Denki Kaminari but when the man wanted something bad enough, he found a way to get it.

He had your ass rising up in the air with a harsh thrust of his hips and a small squeak from you, giving him exactly enough time to scoot down on the sofa so you were sat atop his face. If you complained, he didn't hear you. Denki already had your thighs around his head and his tongue devouring you completely.

Little shockwaves rocked you while you cried out his name, hands fisting blonde locks just trying to stay upright.

One orgasm from you apparently wasn't enough, neither was two but on the third, Denki finally relented, allowing your heartrate to come back down and your gasping breaths to come in more steadily.

You slid back down his body, his erection now smack against your ass. His hair was recked, face completely flush but he had the biggest grin on his face that you'd ever seen.

Denki kissed both your cheeks, "You are so amazing, cutie!" Kissed your lips, "You taste better than anything I've ever had!" And one more on the tip of your nose. "Doin' okay?"

You nodded, starting to really gather yourself again, and by this point, you really just wanted one thing.

"I wanna... Denks... can I take care of you now?"

"Sure, cutie! How do you want me?" The wiggling eyebrows had you rolling your eyes and pushing him on his back again.

It took little effort for you to position yourself above his cock, and with how slick you were, his bright pink head slipped right inside. He held your hands while you scrunched up your face, sliding all the way down him until he was completely sheathed within.

The curve was immaculate. Hitting in just the right way that had you moaning with just a couple thrusts from him. Before long, you were eagerly bouncing on his cock. Riding him hard so he filled you up each and every time.

You barely registered him reaching for the coffee table, his phone now in his hands. "What're you doin'?" You practically slurred, slowing only slightly. He tapped the camera lens with a wicked grin. "Seriously?"

"We could make 'em really jealous now..."

Somewhere in your brain, you knew your date wouldn't give two shits, in fact, this probably would have only validated their thoughts about your's and Denki's relationship but with his cock stuffed so deeply into you, kissing your cervix in the most beautiful way, you really didn't give a damn.

You and Denki put on the best possible show you could think of. You were overstimulated, sore, and completely elated! He balanced the phone against the wine bottle so neither of you had to try to hold it.

This way he could play with your breasts or squeeze your thighs while you dug half-moons into his chest. Shocked with the playful zaps he sent right to your core.

Your makeup you'd didn't feel like taking off now ran down your cheeks with tears. Your hair was a mess thanks to him pulling at it.

Denki had you howling through another two orgasms, telling you how perfect you were, how nice you felt squeezing him so tightly, your nails felt so good against his skin.

It was only when you collapsed against his chest did he hoist your hips up so he could ram into you, pulling out just at the last second with a strangled cry of your name.

He wiggled himself free, grabbing a towel from your bathroom and cleaning you both up before stopping the recording.

"You're, hey you're gonna send that to me right?" You asked when he handed back your hoodie off the lamp.

He dropped a kiss on your lips, plopping down beside you on the sofa again and you noticed your email already up and the video uploading. "Obviously, we share all our videos and photos. Why would this be different?"

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