#bc like! yeah! that IS what my thoughts are bouncing between when i'm asked what i want for a meal! i am that fucking bonkers sometimes!!
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a full SAGA of chaos choices at the diner in the centre of your mind
#so in summary:#coffee grounds; room temp vodka; the feeling of first having root beer; coffee and bacon; maple syrup; grenadine; and a calzone#they are all so insane and i love them for it#and also its such a perfect representation of a brain#bc like! yeah! that IS what my thoughts are bouncing between when i'm asked what i want for a meal! i am that fucking bonkers sometimes!!#dimension 20#dimension 20 mentopolis#mentopolis#mentopolis spoilers#d20#dnd#brennan lee mulligan#hunch curio#anastasia tension#conrad schintz#the fix#imedla pulse#dan fucks#alex song xia#hank green#danielle radford#freddy wong#siobhan thompson#mike trapp#d20 cast#long post#andis thought geyser
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Hey Jo,
I know it’s been a while, but I’m back with my Tiktoks. Saw this and instantly thought of Chubby!Bucky. Could you write something? Thanks. ❤️
https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMF4DBn4F/
Ring! Ring!
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 1,417
Summary: You buy yourself a little something fun and try it out on Bucky.
Author's Note: Hi sweets! You know I just love this stuff and I'm so glad you sent it my way! Thank you bunches! Hope you enjoy this! Hugs! 💕I I know you said chubby!bucky whom I love, but I didn't specifiy anything so he can be any Bucky like! I also made him a gamer bc I thougt that would be cute and it got away from me a bit and totally GOT SILLY but I couldn't help it! I love writing these ridiculous moments with Bucky and he deserves all the fun and laughs and KISSES (and bjs) Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you my sweet! 🥰
Warnings: fun and silly fluff, teasing, kisses, Alpine fun, some implied sexy times (18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!)
You stand in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and smiling. Bucky is sitting on the couch, legs spread wide and the video game controller placed between them as he mashes the buttons and yells at Sam over his headphones. Alpine is lounging across the back of the couch, an occasional swat aimed at Bucky’s head as Bucky weaves and dips with the motions of the game.
You carefully take the small pink bell out of the drawer and place it on the counter, promptly starting to press the top to make it ring.
After about thirty seconds of incessant ringing, both Bucky and Alpine turn their heads toward the kitchen with pinched faces.
“Doll!” Bucky starts, looking around. “Do you hear that ringing?”
He pulls one headphone off and rests it against his head so he can hear better.
Your grin widens.
“Oh…you mean….” And you ring the bell several more times, “this ringing?”
Bucky’s eyes move to your hand and the little bell before he grumbles to Sam to “hang on” and gets up.
“What the hell….?” He muses as he walks closer and picks it up.
He holds it in his palm and reads the writing along the side.
“Ring for a kiss,” he says aloud.
You reach over and press the top to make it ring again, then pucker up.
“Where did you get this?” he asks as he leans over to kiss you.
“I found it on Amazon,” you giggle. “Now I can have kisses whenever I want!”
“But you can always have kisses whenever you want,” Bucky croons.
“Mmm,” you muse, eyeing him. “Really? Whenever I want?”
“Uh…yeah!” he scoffs, looking at you incredulously.
“What about that time you and Sam were about to beat that boss and I came over to sit with you and wanted a kiss and somehow it was my fault you died and you were mad and then I was mad and no one got kisses…”
He narrows his eyes.
“Well…that was once. And you got plenty of kisses after!”
“That’s only because you felt bad!” you huff.
You stare each other down and without taking your eyes off him you reach up and ring the bell again.
He gives you another kiss before turning and hopping over the back of the couch to sit, much to Alpine’s displeasure. Just as he’s fixing his headphones and telling Sam he’s back, you ring the bell again.
His head slowly turns your way and he smiles sweetly, mumbling to Sam that he’ll “be right back,” before clearing the couch again and grabbing your face in his hands to kiss you hot and heavy.
When he pulls away your eyes are still closed and your lips turn up into a smile.
“Enjoy your game Buck,” you say as you wiggle your fingers to shoo him off.
Ten minutes later as you’re preparing dinner you ring the bell. He’s still playing his game, frantically shouting directions at Sam and bouncing along the couch. When he doesn’t come right away you ring it again, not stopping until he pulls off his headphones.
“What took you so long?” you ask, hand on your hip.
“Things got hairy for a second,” he says, side eyeing you.
“Oh, well in that case,” you sass.
He walks closer and settles his hands on your hips, dragging you into his chest before he kisses you.
You grab hold of this dog tags and tug on the chain, making him growl deep in his chest.
“If you’re trying to get me to quit playin’ my game, it’s workin’ doll face.”
“I’m just getting my kisses in,” you say innocently.
His mouth turns up into a sideways smirk and he backs away, stopping only when his butt meets the couch.
You ring the bell again.
He laughs and rushes back toward you, sweeping you into his arms and peppering your face and neck with kisses.
“Bucky,” you giggle. “Stop that! It tickles!”
You don’t really want him to stop and he knows it, continuing his assault until your breathless from laughter and kisses.
“That should hold you over for a few,” he teases.
You let out a breath and wave him off, focusing on dinner once again.
You move the bell off the counter and onto the kitchen table, needing the space to chop vegetables. For a few minutes, the only sounds are the sizzling veggies in the pan and Bucky’s button mashing and random shouts at Sam.
‘Ring…ring.’
Your shoulders tense and your eyebrows draw inward. You look around the counter for the bell, suddenly remembering you had moved it to the table. When you hear the ring again you look over and see Alpine perched atop the table and swatting at the bell.
He’s clearly enjoying himself and get’s more excited the more it rings. You cover your mouth to stop your snort and grab your phone to take a video.
Bucky suddenly shouts, “ONE SECOND! I’m coming baby doll! I just have to….” And he grunts with the exertion of the button smashing and anxiety from the situation in the game. “Almost done…. he’s almost dead…”
Alpine continues to ring the bell and Bucky gets more frenzied. You’re videoing them both now and trying not to laugh too hard.
Bucky suddenly drops the controller and raises his hands with a loud cheer, startling Alpine off the table with a meow.
He flings his headphones off and saunters over to you, clearly proud of himself.
“We won and I got here in time for kisses!”
“I feel so special!” you say, your sarcasm clear.
“You know,” he starts, pulling your phone from your hand. “If there was a bell that said….”
He tilts his head, pursing his lips as he pretends to think it over.
“Hmmm…I don’t know…ring for a blowjob…”
He dips his head, brushing his lips to yours teasingly as his hands smooth along your back.
“I’d be ringing that thing every hour.”
Your fingers dance up his chest and wrap around his neck.
“They don’t have those,” you tell him, smiling when he pouts.
“Only the usual…ring for a hug, a smile, for sex.”
“That’s too bad,” he whispers against your mouth.
You nod and close your eyes, pressing your lips to his.
At the same moment, the bell rings again and you both smile, breaking apart to find Alpine back at the bell on the table.
Bucky’s eyes brighten and he holds up a finger.
You watch as he moves to the junk drawer and pulls out a sharpie then takes the bell from Alpine and starts to scribble and write on it.
You cross your arms over your chest. “BUCKY! My bell!!!”
“Actually…now it’s my bell,” he simpers, showing you what he wrote.
‘Ring for a blow job.’
It also has his name now scrawled on the bottom.
“No way Buck! It’s mine and you know it!”
“Has my name on it,” he says as he presses his finger to the top and rings it several times.
“What are you five?” you huff. “You know it’s mine!”
“Nah uh. Mine now and well, you got all those kisses.”
Your mouth hangs wide open in shock and you blink several times.
“There ya go doll face, you look ready….”
Your eyes get huge and you clamp your mouth shut, grabbing the closest thing you can find and flinging it at his head.
He easily catches the butter knife and grins.
“You wanna play it like that huh doll?”
At the playful look in his eyes, you bite your bottom lip, readying yourself before you take off in a sprint down the hall. He gives chase and catches up with you in no time, tackling you to the bed.
He pins you to the mattress, the bell still in his hand as he rings it relentlessly.
“Give it up Buck!” you shout through your laughter. “It’s only for kisses!”
“Then I want some of those,” he says, attacking you with his lips.
You slide your hands down his back and grab his ass, your fingers grazing something long and hard. You pull the butter knife out of his back pocket and bring it between your bodies.
He looks at you then at the knife and then back at you and his smile grows. He swiftly slides it from your fingers and twirls it between his.
“I can make this work,” he says pertly before he trails it down the fabric of your shirt.
@book-dragon-13 @dreamlessinparis @lookiamtrying @randomfandompenguin @maladaptivexxdaydreaming @hiddles-rose @loki-laufeyson-1054 @goldylions @seitmai
#Bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes x female!reader#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes imagine#bucky x reader#sebastian stan x reader
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🌼anon here!(sorry for the multiple asks today idk maybe I'm ovulating) between maxoscar,landoscar and max-lando who do you think would be the most feral?....i just feel that lando - max threesome would make anyone loose their mind. Them taking turns to corrupt the reader😵💫
hi daisy !! i love all the asks so it’s okay!! im on my period and extremely horny so i dont mind 🫶🏻
i am a maxoscar girlie thru and thru so i want to say them but im going to tell u all my thoughts bc i dont think its that simple. all feral in dif ways. but lando is less feral and i explained that at the end.
max and oscar are both very calm and level headed, not very reactive, so they wouldn’t be noticeably excited, if that makes sense. they’d be up for anything, and if they suggest doing something new and kinky, it’s with a very neutral, almost bored expression and tone, “hey i’ve been reading about bondage, how do you feel about being tied up?” reader is the one who gets kinda feral, super eager for whatever it is, kinda like “oh my god yeah lets do that. i wanna do that right now.” would do literally anything though, it doesn’t matter who is suggesting it or what it is, they’re down to try it at least once.
landoscar would bounce off each other a lot, lando gets weird ideas and oscar goes along with them without too much thought. he just looks up whatever new weird thing lando wants to do and helps him talk to reader about it, chances are none of them have done it before so there’s some of trial and error when they’re trying new things. i think lando would be really high energy and excited about it, same with reader, and oscar slows them down and reminds them to take their time, not to get caught in the moment.
max lando would function very similarly, with max taking on a kind of guiding role and keeping lando in line. lando’s v eager to please, happy to listen to max’s commands especially when it’s something he wants to do like overstim reader. feral in that sense.
specifically with lando, w max or oscar, i feel like there’s things he wouldn’t do bc he’s squeamish. just certain things would wig him out so he’s less feral than max and oscar, who would do anything at least once just to see if they like it. or even do stuff they don’t necessarily get off to bc reader does and just getting her off gets them off so it doesn’t matter if they like it as much. lando would have a few things he just considers gross bc he doesn’t like the way smth feels on his skin or smth like that. maybe food kink? reader suggests playing with whip cream and he’s like “no. that only goes on ice cream or pie. it’s so messy it’d get all over the sheets and we’ll have to shower because we’ll be gross and sticky. i hate being sticky. what if it gets in my hair?” meanwhile oscar’s imagining all the different things he can drip onto her and lick off, like honey or chocolate, or what he can dip in whatever he’s covered her in. lando would cringe at the idea.
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Clark with a Street Racer Reader please 🙏🏼 I adore dork x delinquent trope
Clark Kent x Street Racer reader
| gender of reader isn't mentioned, 2 mentions of Y/n
- ending is kinda rushed bc ididnt know how to end it im sorry if reader wasnt delinquent enough 🙏
USE YOUR SEATBELTS PEOPLE
I had just finished dropping off my friend at her house after a long day of catching up. I had brought her to watch one of my races before ending the day.
It was now around 8pm and since there were only a few cars on the road, I decided to drive around for a bit.
Nights like these were happening often thanks to the safety that Superman assured. The alleys looked much safer now, and walking around in sidewalks seemed more peaceful than scary.
Driving past the Daily Planet building wasn't all that unusual to me than it was when I had just moved to Metropolis. It's on a route I usually use to go to the races I secretly attend so I had pretty much gotten used to seeing it.
Tonight was one of those times I went that route. Though I'm already used to seeing it, I found it a habit to look over and at least glance at the building.
Yet, this time, instead of the numerous workers checking out of the premises, one man stood there. Clark Kent. The big guy with the cute glasses.
We had met a few times, occasionally in the elevator where he'd sometimes press the buttons too hard. Or in the hallways when he's bringing groceries inside their apartment. We'd throw some greetings like "Hello" and "Hey" in those small encounters, asking what's up sometimes.
Him and his friend Jimmy who lived with him had mentioned they were interning at the Daily Planet recently - which explained why we had been meeting more often in the morning. Though, normally Jimmy would be beside Clark. Every time they went to work, and every time they got back.
Tonight, he was alone, exiting the building. As a friend, though I don't think friends find each other that attractive, I slowed down my speed and halted in front of the guy.
"Hey, Clark! Where's Jimmy?" I ask as I roll down my window, revealing my face. "Oh, he got sick so he had to go home early. Probably something he ate." He said, rubbing the back of his neck, smiling a bit.
"That sounds horrible. I hope he gets better soon, I'm not used to seeing you alone, you know?" I chuckle softly before continuing, "Were you about to head home? I am so maybe I can give you a ride?" I offered, keeping a hand on the steering wheel.
Surely enough, I was a bit nervous because of the thought that I'd have to drive home alone feeling rejected by my handsome, cute but hunky neighbor. But thankfully, he did not.
"Oh, sure! Thanks a lot, Y/n." He said with the same smile on his face which I absolutely adored. "Well, get in." I said, unlocking the doors for him.
I watched as he walked around the car to open the door of the passenger seat beside me and settle there. I tapped the steering wheel gently to the beat of the song that was playing on the radio while waiting for him to finish buckling his seatbelt.
"You should wear a seatbelt too, you know?" I heard his voice start beside me. "Well, there's no cops around this time of night. No one would catch me." I tell him in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Yeah, but for safety reasons. That's what seat belts were made for, right?" He said cautiously, as if trying to warn me. Though his obvious concern was adorable like him, I was stubborn enough to think that I was and will be completely fine without a seat belt considering the fact that I've raced a hundred or more times.
"Meh, I'll be fine. You hang on tight, though." I smiled at him, readjusting my posture. He mumbled a yeah, grinning softly and pushing his glasses back onto his nose properly.
I start driving through the streets, humming to the song that plays on the speakers. Looking at the side mirrors every now and then. There was a somewhat awkward air between us and knowing myself, if it got awkward enough I'd start bouncing my leg up and down which would result to obviously a car accident.
Now, I'm not risking it so I tried to bring up some small talk. "So.. How's working at the Daily Planet? I bet you and Jimmy are already cooking up those stories" I blurted.
"Ah, no, not really. Actually, me and another intern there worked on a piece about Superman but sadly, the 'professional' writers got credit for it." He heaved out a sigh and shook his head, looking out the window.
"I'm sorry that happened. You guys worked so hard for it just for other people to get credited for your efforts? That's ridiculous if you're gonna ask me." I said, supporting what he must feel right now. I heard him mumble a small 'yeah' and couldn'ilt make out the other words he said.
Reaching a pretty quiet and calm road, I decided to give into my temptations a little bit and speed up for a bit of thrill. For me, it wasn't all that bad given that I had driven a lot faster than this but, Clark on the other hand, seemed the opposite.
I laughed slightly at him saying, "Chill down, Clark. I got you, no need to be so scared." noticing he had clutched onto the seat belt and somewhere else on the car which I didn't pay much mind to.
"Why are you going so fast?! That's dangerous! This is dangerous!" He exclaimed, receiving another laugh from me before I slowed down again, resting him from an almost heart attack.
I chuckled a bit more before responding, "I find it fun, driving as if I'm in a Fast & Furious movie."
"Yeah, but it's not so fun when you're not safe." He snapped back at me. I smiled at him "Okay, I'm sorry, Clark. I'll be careful." I told him. Oh, this man was beautiful. He seems like such a dork and I just love that about him. I wonder how he'd react if he found out I race cars practically as a job.
A few minutes of small talk, we finally arrived at our apartment building. I parked my car in the parking lot underground which was designated for us residents. "Here we are." I announced to him. "Yeah, thanks for the ride. I just saved myself more time rather than waiting and looking for a cab. Really, thank you so much." He said
"Anytime, I mean, it's the least I can do to help my neighbor." I smiled sweetly at him before opening the door of my car and getting out.
As he stepped out too and closed my door, I locked it with the keys. I looked at him and to my surprise, he was already looking at me. I noticed a tint of pink shade on his face as our eyes locked.
"Let's go" I said, smiling a bit at him.
Exiting the elevator and walking through the hallway, we finally arrived at the doors of our apartments. I faced him and bid my goodbyes, "Goodnight, Clark. Send my wishes to Jimmy." I told him and turned around to push my keys into the doorknob.
I heard him call me right before I opened the door. "Yes?" I asked him. "Thank you again for the ride. I didn't mean to bother you and- stuff. If ever you're up to it, and only if you are, would you like to grab some food sometime? Just to pay back for what you did for me today." He again rubbed his nape, avoiding my gaze and the same pink on his face.
I found it cute and why would I turn down a possible date with my hot-and-adorable-at-the-same-time neighbor? "Not that you're obliged to pay me back, and believe me it wasn't a favor you have to pay back for, but I would love to grab some food with you, sometime." I said, feeling my own cheeks heat up.
"Great, that's great. Um, yes, goodnight Y/n. Have a wonderful night!" He said, entering his own apartment.
#my adventures with superman#clark kent x reader#dc#maws imagines#maws x you#maws#superman x reader#superman imagines#clark kent#superman#clark kent imagines
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MATTY AS SULLY????? THERE ARE TEARS IN MY EYES IMAGINING THAT.
I feel like equally he would also spend a MASSIVE amount of time on making Annie an elaborate costume and then not have time to make himself one.
Also have you seen bluey?? It’s my favorite kids show and I imagine that Annie could convince him to be dad while she dresses up as either bluey or bingo 🥹 Oh gosh the brainrot is really strong rn help help help
OR OR OR what if Annie convinces both Matty AND reader to dress up with her. Perhaps Annie as piglet, Matty as tigger, and reader as Pooh?
Or! Matty as Mario, reader as princess peach, and Annie as toad 🥹 okay okay I gotta stop now
OLIVE YES!!! I LOVE YOUR LOVE FOR THIS AU!!!!
literally matty as sully and little Annie as boo. perhaps they even dress up mayhem as Mike so they have a full family costume??? PLEASE IM SOBBING TOO
as a sewer, I am now imagining matty hunched over a sewing machine at 3am and eventually giving up and hot glueing Annie's costume bc the shop bought one "wasn't nearly good enough for my little girl"
matty has severe hot glue burns all over his hands the next day, you question the number of plasters at drop off and he says "ah you'll see why on Halloween, sacrifice for the best costume!"
DONT EVEN BRING UP BLUEY OHMYGODDDDD YES. I am obsessed with bluey (depressed people who watch bluey rise), but the idea of Annie as bluey is just... everything. AND MATTY AS BANDIT??? it's PERFECT. you are literally a genius bff. she has face paint and shows up to school telling everyone how her daddy did her makeup and they're matching. maybe there's a little after-school party and annie drags matty around to all her friends to show that they're matching because she's just so excited. "look!!! I told you!! my daddy is bandit and I'm bluey!! our doggy mayhem is bingo. daddy doesn't have a wife so there's no mummy chilli yet." (she says this whilst side eyeing you)
Annie being a mastermind and setting up a group costume. yes. WINNIE THE POOH IS PERFECT. you decide to go as winnie because its an easy costume, you just wear a red top with a cute yellow skirt and some ears. Little did you know when Annie was asking what you were being, she had a plan.
"miss y/n what are you being on Halloween? my daddy can't decide our costumes. he keeps on saying 'but that's not cute enough'" you are like "okay I will tell you Annie but it is a secret, just between us? yeah?" she is BUZZING because hello she's being trusted with an adult secret??? she's basically an adult.
she finds out and sets up a little plan... asks to read her winnie the pooh book at bedtime that night and matty "has a great idea." he thinks Annie will want to be pooh, but NO, she is instant she is piglet. matty is obviously tigger because... hello?? hyperactive and just wants to talk all the time to his group of friends? that is textbook Matthew healy.
cut to halloween at school you are greeting everyone, and you look up to see them walking in, and your face just lights up. not suspecting Annie setting anything up just immediately just being over the moon. matty sees you, and he literally feels his heart squeeze and skip a beat. he just stands and stares in awe, Annie is bouncing and giggling, but he just can't believe you have a joint costume. it's like you're a real family. WAIT, NO HE CANT THINK THAT. NO. PROFESSIONAL THOUGHTS. just a fun coincidence. totally not life altering day-dream material.
ANNIE AS TOAD IS KILLING ME. but also maybe this costume for the first Halloween they're officially together.... IDKKKK 🤭
olive please literally never stop. this is MWUAH.
#thinking about this has taken over my day#how do we feel about reader being Dorothy from wizard of oz#feel like that costume is so cute matty would SWOOOOON#ask!#moots <3#teacher au!
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You confidently asking to top/Dom them (NCT 127)
Ok so I highlighted confidently bc like we ain't on our shy stutter shit over here, TO FREEDOM✊🏾 Alright lemme stfu and get this going💀
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𝙏𝘼𝙀𝙄𝙇
Of course you top, we have to give our old man a break 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 NAH LET ME NOT DO MY BOY TAEIL LIKE DAT DJWIXHSIBWOK IM SORRY YALL THIS SUPPOSE TO BE SERIOUS😭.
He honestly thinks that it's so hot when you just push him down and take control, he gives you that little smile that's like "damn they mine🤭" but for domming he doesn't really care honestly if a night where he's more of the lead then there's that vice versa. Yall relationship is really equal when it comes to sex.
𝙅𝙊𝙃𝙉𝙉𝙔
Ok ik what you're thinking "ain't no way in hell" YES IT WOULD BE PHYSICALLY IMPOSSIBLE TO TOP OR DOM JOHNNY BUT HEAR ME OUT, you kinda try your very hardest to look disinterested in Johnny's dirty talk and him being on top of you all that sweet jazz, and you're surprisingly successful. He's just like "what's wrong baby😕" and then you break it down to him and he's like "OHHHH ALRIGHT GOTCHU" and then he just flips yall over so now you're on top but it's like how do you do the Dom part? Johnny is so good at adapting to something different so when you say the first dominant thing he's just like whimpers and begs and you're like oh shit I was not expecting this🤨.
MISSION COMPLETED.
𝙏𝘼𝙀𝙔𝙊𝙉𝙂
You already are. There's no discussion BEISNCDBSIM😭 I will never accept this man as a Dom or Top or anyone that thinks so /hj. Anyways, Taeyong just gets off on the fact of you taking control he likes that it brings you pleasure as well so it's a winwin (pun intended). He whimpers A L O T which is why most of the time the whole house knows yall fucking because of his whiny ass, it usually leads to you covering his mouth and that makes him even more roughed up bc he loves the control you have over him. I could get real graphic with this but nah lemme save myself today😭😭
𝙔𝙐𝙏𝘼
I just think it would be physically impossible like with johnny but with yuta you will issue the situation and he'll just be like "mhm yeah sure" and then when yall get to it there's no way of you doing it, if that make sense. Like he has control no matter what, you try to say something perhaps Dom and he kinda laughs at you he really be like "you can try better than that, Ik you can. You don't want me declining your orgasm right?" With a smirk. FUCKING EVIL. But honestly he ends up being the Dom at the end of the day, as for topping, he's all for it. No discussion, he like seeing them tits bounce honestly.
𝘿𝙊𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙉𝙂
He's another one that I'm just like it's already established, I see doyoung as a switch but mostly bottom. He thinks it's fair game when it comes to stuff like that and also he gets lazy doing the work so it's ok for you to take over honestly.
𝙅𝘼𝙀𝙃𝙔𝙐𝙉
" I thought you'd never ask." Is the first thing that comes outta his mouth and you're like "so this entire time you wanted me to take over?" He just nods with a smile on his face. Like I feel like if Jaehyun was super needy he's just be like TAKE ME NOW 😩, Especially after dance practice and you're waiting for him to finish and he wants to be clingy he just begs for you and lowkey whines like a child💀
𝙅𝙐𝙉𝙂𝙒𝙊𝙊
SWITCH. I think he's right in between so you asking you wanna dom/top for the night is second nature to him, I think he would be attracted to people that know what they want and how to get it so if you want him to scream your name and he's rejecting it just so you can get aggressive with it he goes delulu for that.
HE WORSHIPS YOU.
𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙆
Same thing as Taeyong, This man is basically on his knees begging for you to ruin him. It's just in his horny nature, he likes the way you pull his hair or praise him maybe a little degrading. But PRAISING??? He literally can't do anything without some form of praise, he may act like he doesn't but he does cause even if yall not even having sex or any sorta sexual activity you can be like "You're so good at this Mark" with your calm voice and he's just like "BEOABXUWBWKDBEIAKXOBWHS" on the inside but "Yeah I guess...." on the out. Which makes him so adorable. I COULD GO ON.
𝙃𝘼𝙀𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙉
See cause I was a strong believer of sub haechan and now I'm kinda conflicted (I blame yall for these hard!Dom haechan fanfics fosho) you asking this kinda makes him hot under the collar cause he finds that attractive, Domming him would probably make him even more bratty and annoying but ita alright because you can tame it right? He gets louder which means putting a hand over his mouth because everyone else is sleeping and that sends him over the edge, and he's just like "damn that shit is so hot when you do that" then he get all sentimental n shit😭
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Doyoung's was kinda hard to do because I can never picture doing much sexual things I guess even tho I love him dearly idk he's just one where I never know how to headcanon easily.
BUT ANYWAYS I hope yall enjoyed and this is the end of the BGKSC BYEE BESTIE BOOS 🤗❤
#nct scenarios#nct 127#haechan#mark lee#johnny suh#jung jaehyun#nakamoto yuta#nct#nct imagines#doyoung#kim jungwoo#taeil#lee taeyong
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I completely love your blog. You write so beautiful and it's just perfect. Can I request a fic with Hawk? Something like after cobra kai cut his mohawk the reader help him to cut the hair?
Okay | Hawk Moskowitz x Chubby!Reader
Fem!Reader ○ Y/N used ○ Hurt/Comfort ○ Blurb
Ah thank you ☺️ I'm glad you like my writing style 💖💖💖 I hope this is alright bc I feel like it sucks...
When a knock came from the front door, Y/N paused her show and threw her blanket off to stand up. She checked the time, noting that it wasn't too late for someone to come over, but it was a strange hour for such an event. As she approached the door, she unlocked and opened it, peeking out to see who it was.
She gasped and threw it open when she saw her boyfriend standing there with his hands stuffed in his pockets. His hood was up, but it wasn't hard too see his red rimmed and puffy eyes. She could also see there was a strange purpling line across his neck making a ghastly bruise.
"Oh my god, Eli. What happened?" she asked, ushering him into her home. She shut the door and locked it out of habit, quickly turning her attention to her boyfriend.
He pulled the hood of his jacket down, revealing the few strands of purple hair he had left. They stuck up at the sides of what should have been his tall mohawk and looked odd, out of place all of a sudden. He said nothing and didn't look at her.
It was disheartening because he was so clearly hurt, physically and mentally. It pained her to see a part of him gone, which she knew he hadn't done on his own. He'd just gotten it re-dyed a pretty and rich purple that she'd taken to. There was no way he would have done this to himself.
"Eli, who did this to you?"
He swallowed thickly, but when he spoke, his voice was hoarse and throaty. "Cobra Kai."
She pressed her lips together firmly, unsure of what to say. So instead of speaking, she went to him and brought him into her arms. He hugged her immediately and held her tightly to his chest. He let out deep, shaky breaths and for a moment she thought he may cry again. He didn't, though, and just held her.
They stood like that for several minutes, holding each other until they felt somewhat okay again. Eli was still reeling from the trauma and Y/N had to grapple with the truth that her boyfriend had been attacked. Neither of them were really okay, but just being able to hold one another was enough to start the healing process.
He finally pulled away and looked down at their feet. He held her arms, unable to fully let her go just yet, then moved them to her waist. He squeezed her sides gently, the soft rolls between her hips and ribs comforting. His thumbs rubbed circles into her shirt as he breathed, and she let him take as long as he needed.
Then he asked, "will you help me fix it?"
He looked up at her and she saw the tears in his eyes. She nodded and gently wiped his tears away with her fingers.
"Yeah, we'll fix it," she told him. Her voice was gentle and caring, tender with raw emotion but level with strength. He needed her to be strong for him and that was what she intended to be.
She took him by the hand and led him upstairs. She got him out of his jacket and shirt, laying them aside as she grabbed a towel to put over his shoulders. She rummaged around in the bathroom until she found the hair clippers. Then she turned to him, ready.
He sat on a stool from her vanity, bouncing his leg and staring at the floor. He looked utterly shattered and Y/N hated it. She wanted him to be confident, but he'd been stripped away of something that took it away from him. She was angry about that, but she didn't let it show.
She stepped up to him and he lifted his head, but looked to the side. She came to stand between his legs and ran her hand over what was left of his hair, saddened that this was how the students of Cobra Kai had left him. Hurt, demeaned, broken.
"I'm gonna try to make it all even, okay?" she said softly, talking him through it as she turned the clippers on.
He only nodded and put his hands on her waist again. He held her as she starts to cut away the rest of his hair, gentle as ever. It didn't take long, which in of itself was sad, and she set the clippers aside and began brushing off the pieces of hair that remained. She took the towel away and brushed off his shoulders and rested her hands there when she was done.
He pulled her close, resting his head against her soft belly. He didn't say anything, but he didn't have to. She held him tenderly, rubbing his back and telling him it was okay. He was going to be okay, she knew he was. It was just going to take some time, as most things go.
"Do you wanna use my shower?"
He nodded and let her go so she could start the water, let it get warm. Then she started to clean up, sweeping the floor and tossing the hair in the bin. She got him a fresh towel and almost walked out of the room, but he caught her hand gently and she turned to him.
"Please don't go," he whispered. She nodded and he slipped his hands up her shirt, then helped her out of it.
She joined him in the shower, where he let the water wash away the itchy specs of hair that stuck to him. Then she gently kissed him as he held her under the stream of water, where she whispered, "You're gonna be okay."
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Can you do one based on the song Love grows by Edison Lighthouse where the reader is Eddie’s younger sister but is a flower child/hippie instead of a metal head and Steve is falling in love with her even though they are way way different?
yes omg i absolutely love that song so so much...im not at the seasons where eddie had been introduced yet so he's def not gonna be featured heavily, and when he is mentioned it's from what ive gathered of him in passing from other tumblr fics ok?
p.s. you're lucky my fiance took me on a random ass date today bc im in such a lovey fluffy mood rn
p.p.s im so embarrassed at how long this took me sksk but anyway, in lieu of my birthday yesterday ( the 2nd ), here you go love! I hope it was worth the wait!
warnings: puppy love at its finest. readers beware, sex is mentioned but i don't go into detail so I'd say it's minor safe! reader has a name in this fic but this is the only thing that is specified about them !! steve being head over heels, steve being completely madly deeply irreversibly in love with you. minor Eddie!Sibling mentions but not heavy bc im not familiar with him.
"...wild and free..." steve harrington x female!munson sibling! reader
Steve Harrington was completely and utterly down on his knees, hopelessly wrapped around your finger, and he had been from the first time he'd laid his eyes on you. He wasn't ashamed to admit that you weren't normally his type, he'd never much gravitated towards the flower child type of girls, but you? Something about you was just so stunningly killer that it shook him to his core and he just couldn't stay away.
He remembers that first day, he had been in the middle his usual banter with Robin, and wasnt paying one damn bit of attention to any customers, nor was she, and he honestly wouldn't have even known you were there until your hauntingly beautiful giggle carried across the store as he said something you'd thought funny. He jumped in fright, turning to find the source of the noise, and when his eyes land on you he feels his entire body kind of deflate for a moment, his breath leaving his lungs as he locks on you and your wildly beautiful form.
Your hair was a sort of untameable wavy texture that gave off a 'wild and free' vibe, you wore a strange outfit combination of a long, flowy white dress and a fringed brown leather vest coat, it looked completely gut wrenchingly beautiful on you. You smiled at him, an eyebrow raised.
"You all there, pretty boy?" You ask, cocking your head at him. You carried a small bag on your shoulder, and you lifted the top, grabbing a couple dollars out of it.
"Yeah..yeah..I'm here.." He says, shaking his head and clearing his throat. "What can I get for you?" He asked, and you grin.
"Three scoops of strawberry." You shove the money at him, and watch as he goes to grab it from the case. "With chocolate sauce between each scoop." He stops what he's doing, and looks at you.
"Between each scoop?" He asks, looking at you as if you were crazy. You nod once, looking at him. "Seems like you're over doing it a bit but okay.." He mumbles, and does as you say.
When he hands you the cone, with a napkin, he can't help he adore the intensely happy look that crosses your face, and he tries not to notice the way that bounce up and down in excitement. "Thank you, Steve.." You say, taking a long lick of it as you start to turn, getting ready to leave the scoops ahoy store.
"Wait-, how do you know my name?" He asks, stopping you in your tracks. You just give him a funny little look. "What's yours?" You giggle at him, shaking your head.
"All this time we went to school together and you don't know my name?" You ask him, before shaking your head again, sighing. "Makes sense, i suppose me and my brother never were on your radar, we weren't much on anyone's unless it was to make fun of us."
"Your brother? Wait, we went to school together?" He asks, confused, he squints trying to think. How could he not remember you? You were so stunningly, uniquely beautiful, how did he not know who you were?
"Really? We literally walked across the graduation stage together a couple months ago.." You say, he looks like he's thinking for a moment before he shakes his head. "Rosemary Munson? My brother is Eddie?"
He recognized your brothers name, but not yours. "Him, I know..you?" He shakes his head, you pout playfully, you couldn't blame him, you didn't really make yourself very known.
"Well, what a shame, Stevie-boy.." You say, slowly backing out of the store, he calls after you, but you keep on walking, your brother was waiting for you somewhere in the mall.
Steve scoffs, a look of wonder on his face as he turned towards Robin. "She called me Stevie-boy.." It seemed like such a childish nickname to him, but something about the way you said it made his knees feel like jelly, and he felt his tummy flutter.
Robin just shakes her head, rolling her eyes at him. "God, you're so weird." She says, arms crossed over her chest.
You had come in a few more times that week, and Steve had made sure to greet you by your name, sweet talking you as best as he could before he finally asked you, it was a Friday and he had had your three scoops of strawberry, with chocolate sauce in between, already put together and waiting for you for when you walked through the doors.
You did a few minutes later, your face lighting up moreso when you see the boy than the ice cream in his hand. "Awe, how sweet, you already had it all ready for me." You say, going to reach for it, he pulls his hand back, and you pout.
"Ah, ah, ah.." He says, placing his other hand on the counter, his bicep flexing under his sailor shirt. "You can have your ice cream, but there's one condition."
You tilt your head, rocking on your feet. "And just what is your condition of my pleasure?" You ask, hands on your hips. "Hm, Stevie-boy?"
There it was again, that fucking nickname that made his knees go weak. "You, me, dinner and movie." He says, not giving you room to say no. He watches you chew your bottom lip, thinking. Fuck that made him nervous, what if you said no? Shit, maybe I shouldn't have done that, he thought, starting to panic.
You look him over, your brother wouldn't be happy about this, but, you didn't care what Eddie thought, you thought Steve was adorable, he didn't seem like the person he used to be anymore, and you liked that he had changed, that he seemed to be outwardly a better individual. "Okay." You say finally, reaching over to grab your cone from his hand, your fingers brushing his, you let them linger a little longer than you should have. "Pick me up at 7?"
He notices you reaching for your purse and he shakes his head, a grin sliding across his lips. "It's on the house, Rosemary." He says. "I'll pick you up at 7."
Steve was on the dot punctual that evening. He had taken the afternoon off from work, trying to figure out where he was going to take you, he had even resorted to asking Dustin. The boy had suggested that he take you somewhere fancy, but Steve had thought that might be too much, but he also didn't want to not do the right thing. He wanted to you like every part of your date, he wanted to be memorable to you, even if it never went past the first night.
After a couple of hours he had finally decided that he would just let you choose, and he started moving on to his clothes, which he fussed and mussed over for a while. He felt like he was trying too much and not enough all at the same time, god, he thought, what the fuck is wrong with you, King Steve?
He stared at his watch the rest of the afternoon, counting down the minuets. Eventually, he finally dragged himself to his car and started it, pulling out of his neighborhood and into the direction of where he knew you lived.
Your brother was not at all happy to know you were going on a date tonight, with Steve Harrington of all people. He followed you throughout the house, talking your ear off about how his popular dick head views were going to rub off on you, and pointing out that he must not be as great as everyone thought because 'look at him now, Ro, he's working in an ice cream store'. You had glared at him. "How dare you be so judgemental, Eddie." You had said, he pouted at you, not used to hearing you be so firm. "He's a completely different person, and maybe his choice of work has actually helped him to become that."
You had kicked him out of your room after that, slamming the door in his face as you focused on getting dressed. You weren't nervous in the least, you were actually excited. You thought he was adorsbly sweet and you couldn't wait to see how nervous and awkward he was, but how sweet he was also.
You dressed quickly, a pair of tight low cut bell bottomed jeans, a tight white cropped top that went half way down your belly, that had flowy white sleeves that hung off your wrists a little bit. And you put your favorite brown fringed vest on top, before running a brush through your messy hair, unable to tame the frizzed out mess. You added your favorite pair of chunky heeled brown boots too, not bothering to put any makeup on, it's not like you'd been wearing it any time you'd seen him anyway.
After a couple of minutes you heard a knock on the front door, and heard your brother scurry to get it as you finished putting on your jewelry.
Eddie threw open the door, putting his hand up on the doorframe as he stares the boy down. Steve bounces on the balls of his feet. "Eddie." He says, hands in his pockets. The curly haired boy wore a an unreadable expression, his eyebrows pinched.
"Steve." Eddie says, pursing his lips, he opened his mouth to speak, he was going to be his usual over protective self, maybe give him a little help. But then he remembered the way that you had defended him, how sweetly you had talked about him when you'd come back from the ice cream shop every day this week. He hadn't seen you talk about anyone that way in a long time, and he couldn't help but like to see you happy. He settles on something else instead. "You seem like the clueless type when it comes to women, and my sister isnt most women." Steve looks at him, confused. "All im saying is..dairy queen is her favorite, incase you didn't already have a restaurant picked out."
"Oh.." Steve says, relaxing a little. He had expected something different from Eddie. "That does actually help me out a lot..she doesn't seem the fancy type, huh?" He says, his shoulders sagging with relief. Eddie chuckles, shaking his curly head of hair.
"No, she's not." He says, looking towards your room as he hears the door open. You step out, your purse on your shoulder. You stop, looking up at your brother and doing a little twirl for him, asking how you looked. "You look pretty, Rosemary.." He says, a soft smile on his face.
You were indeed pretty this evening, even more so than Steve had seen you before. His tongue caught in his throat and he couldn't quite speak when you stepped into the doorway, your brother having stepped to the side to make way for you. "You ready, Stevie-boy?"
He makes a noise in the back of his throat, holding out his hand. "Yeah..yeah I'm ready." He says, smile gracing his face. You did look a very beautiful sight to him, though most would have said that you were dressed strangely.
Steve never would have thought that that night would lead him to where he was now, nearly a year later with you in his bed, leg thrown over his as you pressed you naked body against his. Your head was resting on his chest, wild hair still sticky with sweat from the evenings activities, your breathing slow and light. He ghosts his hand over your spine, up and down, up and down, his other hand is entwined gently with yours, a feeling that gave him more of a thrill than any other thing he'd done with you. It was like you had casted some sort of spell over him from the first moment he'd heard that beautiful laugh of yours, from the first time you'd smiled at him, the first time you'd called him Stevie-boy..fuck, he was so far gone for you it wasn't even funny.
He wondered if you knew that.
He wondered if you knew just how far in love with you he was, how absolutely head over fucking heels, heart beating out of his chest, ba-dum-ba-dum in fucking love with you he so absolutely was..
He knew he was so absolutely fucking lucky to even have caught your attention, and even moreso to have had the pleasure to take you out. He was probably the luckiest son of a bitch to ever walk the earth to have you in his bed right now, to have had the pleasure of making you so delerious with pleasure that you couldn't even hold yourself up after..he smiles at the thought, chuckling at how you had still been shaking when he had picked you and carried you to the bathroom, legs wrapped around his waist as he cleaned you up, taking a warm shower. He had wiped every inch of you down, except for your hair because he knew that you hated going to bed with wet hair, and he has dried every inch of you off before carrying you back to bed, letting you lay on top of him as you drifted off to sleep.
He smiles, staring up at the cieling, unable to keep the lovesick grin off of his face. His love for you grew wherever you were, anywhere you went, he followed, he couldn't bare to be away from you..he would have to tell you in the morning, just how deeply he cares for you, how he absolutely worshiped the ground you walked on.. how completely and utterly wrapped around your finger he was.
You would probably laugh at him, but he didn't mind because he knew you were his. He didn't mind one damn bit if you thought he was insane, because as long as he has his Rosemary by his side, he was content with anything.
#stranger things#stranger things s2#stranger things s3#steve harrington#steave harrington x reader#steve harrington fic#steve harrington one shot#eddie munson
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I’d love to see prompt 5 from the latest prompt game for whatever ship you’re feeling
Ty for sending this!! I’m feeling some drag racer au bc why not <333I also think this misses the point of the prompt list but uh 🤫🤫
5. “Who the hell are you?"
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Marcia bounced on their heels as Anetra walked off the track, a winning smirk on her face and her helmet tucked under her arm.
"Over here!" they called, waving their girlfriend down.
"So, what did you think of your first race?" Anetra asked, eyebrow raised. It was the first time Sasha and Marcia had seen Anetra race in person. There was a part of her that was nervous of their reaction, even though she'd swept the competition and took home a big golden trophy.
Sasha smiled softly, leaning over and kissing her cheek softly. "You did wonderful, darling, congratulations on your win."
"Thank you," Anetra replied with a flush, turning to Marcia.
"That was so cool! I thought watching would be scary but it was so fun! I want you to take me for a ride in your race car sometime!"
"What?!" Sasha peered at the blonde with surprise, "who the hell are you?! You want to go for a ride?"
"It looks fun!"
Anetra smirked. "Well, the track is open for practice after races but I think everyone else left tonight. Do you really want to?"
"Yeah, do you really want to?"
Marcia looked between Sasha and Anetra, arms crossed over their chest. "Yes."
"Alright, let's go then."
Sasha's protests fell upon deaf ears as Anetra led Marcia back, pulling one of her spare helmets over their head. She helped them into the passenger side of the car while Sasha watched from the sidelines, biting the inside of her cheek.
"Okay, seatbelt is on?"
"Check," Marcia replied with a thumbs up.
"Okay, hold on tight," Anetra warned, revving the engine.
She started off around the track slow for her, building speed as Marcia egged her on. After two laps around, Anetra got the car up to full speed. Like she was really racing, she got in the zone, only focusing on the sound of the engine and moving forward. She hadn't noticed Marcia squeezing their eyes shut and yelling for her to stop.
"Stop! Stop!" Marcia called out, holding onto the seat until their knuckles hurt, "stop! Please, stop!"
It wasn't until Marcia was crying that Anetra realized they were no longer egging her on to go faster, but was begging her to stop the car instead.
"Fuck," she muttered under her breath, easing off the gas, gently pumping the brakes as to make sure the car didn't come skidding to a hasty stop.
It felt like forever before the vehicle was at a stand still and Marcia was crying, fingers fumbling to undo their seatbelt.
"Fuck, Marc, I'm so sorry," Anetra soothed, doing it for them, quickly rushing to their door to help them out.
As soon as she opened the door, Marcia threw themself at her, sobbing into her neck. "Netra, I-I was s-so scared. I-I'm so-"
"Shhh,' she cooed, "don't be sorry. It's okay."
Anetra took her helmet off, Marcia's following. She felt her stomach turn when she saw how Marcia's mascara was smeared all down their red cheeks.
"Oh, baby."
As Anetra coddled Marcia, Sasha ran down from the stands, wearing a worried expression.
"Marcia, darling," she cooed softly, petting their hair as they sniffled.
"I don't think I'm going to be able to watch you race ever again," Marcia remarked, earning her giggles from the other girls.
"You can keep your eyes closed the entire time as long as you're cheering me on."
Still in their embrace, all three laughed. "You'll always be the winner to us," Sasha said cheekily, poking Anetra's side.
Anetra smiled and shook her head, endeared. "My good luck charms."
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🏵️?!Eye on you three?! Bill cipher x Elizabeth (Platonic)🏵️
!!Requested by @fanfics7283 also the oc Elizabeth belongs to her!!
Characters:
Bill cipher: He/They (still Maniac a little dorito dude but a little bit more kind)
Elizabeth Mayday: She/Her (main pep, symbol is Starlight)
Dipper pines: He/Him (tired boio, ofc pine tree)
Mabel Pines: She/Her (bouncing off the goddamn wall someone help her- da shooting star)
+ grunkle Stan, Soos and Wendy!
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Elizabeth woke out of bed from her alarm, Utterly a bit annoyed bc she was having a wonderful dream, one with the stars! But that stupid fucking alarm ruin that for me- I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to get ready. So after one hot shower later, a hair dryer Grunkle Stan got her (THANK GOD) And she put on her normal white sweater and Olive skirt with a pretty Olive and yellow headband and she was off, running into the living room smelling breakfast! She sat down
"Hey Elizabeth guess what?!"
"Hm? What is it Mabel?"
"I made MABEL JUICE!!"
". . . . Oh no-"
Mabel gave Elizabeth a glass, she was scared at what Stan said "Like coffee and nightmares had a baby" but she took a sip, instantly the flavor was too much for her and her face showed it
"g-great...!"
"Wow thanks so much!! But could you get Dipper, he's gonna help me with my puppet show!"
Mabel hugged Elizabeth but the taste of the juice was still getting to me- She then got up to go get Dipper because that worked her up!! But he was probably digging into that journal again, he's OBSESSED but that thing kind of scares her! But passing by Wendy and Soos she at least said hi
"Hey Wendy, hey Soos!"
"Hey" "Sup dog?"
"you know, gonna go get Dipper out!"
They laughed a bit, they knew about the mysterious things going on in this town but they still kind of joked about Dipper and his obsession with that book, but Elizabeth just took up to the roof, but Dipper wasn't there... It worried her bc she thought that he was up here but suddenly the world went dull, things stopped moving, what was going on-
"HeheheHAHAHA! Well aren't you back Starlight?!"
"Who are you?!
A triangle Man appeared it was Bill you know him for when Dipper and Mabel fought him, Elizabeth didn't get to fight him though, she was out of town for a bit but she was scared, TOO SCARED
"P-Please don't hurt me.!!"
"hey hey calm down kid I'm not gonna hurt you- YET, HAHA! Just kidding, but listen I've been watching you, Pine-tree and shooting-star for a while now! So I want to ask you for a FAVOR for me!"
"What is it..?"
"I just need a bit of a puppet! I've been soooooo bored in this realm so I wanna help you and you friends!" (He just wants to cause mayhem)
"Wait you wanna help? That's great!!"
Elizabeth tone changed, she was happy he wanted to help, poor fool, it was all a lie, or was it..?
"So if you're like a ghost and I can definitely get you something to possess and I have a lot of ideas I have in mind-"
Elizabeth started ranting about stuff that bill could do he was annoyed by it but never had the idea of different things to possess even though he was really just going to possess her but one thing stuck out
"-Also wanna be friends?"
"Friends? You serious?"
"yeah! We can help you and you can help us!!"
". . . Yeah we could be "friends"..."
"okay I'll get Dipper and Mabel!!! They'll be glad we can make amends and be buddies!!"
"WAIT KID DONT GET THEM-"
Elizabeth was already gonna get Dipper and Mabel, Bill trying not to, something tells me these four are gonna get into some trouble, but, what's a burned town between friends...? :]
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OMG I ACTUALLY REALLY LIKE THIS AJSBSLANAKSNW
#oc x canon#gravity falls x oc#dipper pines#mabel pines#bill cipher#and ig:#gravity falls x reader#idk how to tag-
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Hello again! Back to asking you some more questions out of curiosity! You’re answers have always been so detailed and insightful!
After seeing a few posts of yours, I wanted to ask, why do you ship China/ Mongolia? It’s a fairly unliked, or at least unpopular ship in the English Hetalia fandom, so I’m curious to see your perspective? That, and how do you imagine their dynamic?
Hii! I'm so glad my answers have been good, I love talking so thank you for the questions! I'm sorry about how long this reply is, its pretty rambly
quick disclaimer: these r my opinions and thoughts, there r sensitive topics and such here as well that I try to treat carefully
SHORT ANSWER
(ignore the 'show' lol it's jus fav x fav)
LONG ANSWER (warning. its pretty long)
Hmmm to be honest, the simplest answer is just that I like and ship everyone with China who is my fav, I really like Mongolia, they have shared history, so I smash them together and call it a ship LOL
It's also bc I like Chinese history and the Yuan dynasty is a pretty prominent dynasty. Plus it's incredibly funny to me to see China bounced from one foreign ruler to the next in that little pocket of time where a part of China passed from Mongolic to Tungusic rulers while the Song dynasty grew and then shrank until it was finally fully conquered by Kublai Khan + going with the headcanon that nation-tans lived with their conquerers, I think China chilling with Mongolia during the Yuan dynasty is a fun image. It's a little difficult to write about because Mongolia (and, less relevantly, China as well) like, fractured a lot? It's not a single line of successive nations, and modern groupings and borders haven't always been this way ofc, so it's always a little hard to parse that in Hetalia terms. But it's fun to think about : )
Also, I will say I follow mainly Japanese artists on twitter and there's surprisingly a rather developed niche of Mongolia/China shippers
Dynamics
Dynamic wise, I focus on old history, but I like a variety of things! ぴよEX from pixiv has some really fun historical comics, the super serious Mongolian Empire and arrogant but expressive China are really cute when interacting, their casual day to day dynamic and interactions despite the situation are fun too. As a big China fan from a purely Hetalia point of view abt an event from many centuries ago, there's a feeling like 'wow he put a lot of effort into conquering China huh he tried really hard lol that's kind of cute... also he was the only one to Truly Have all of China until Qing dynasty came along... the Khitans and Jurchens all tried but were unable to fully conquer China... it was only Him 🥺'
I personally really love clingy China who reminisces about the old days and Mongolia who's a little tired of it, even though it's very unrealistic because the Yuan dynasty obviously wasn't a fun time for Yaoyao and then the Qing dynasty. ALSO was not a fun time for him haha so what would he even reminisce about... it exists in my heart though, a nebulous 'yeah maybe they hang out sometimes and China gets jealous over stupid shit and reminisces thru nostalgia lenses about how he once sat side by side with Mongolia and Mongolia tries to focus on the meal and not on the yandere beside him'. I also have a specific image in my head of Mongolian empire era Mongolia walking around with Song dynasty China tagging along to complain about stuff despite the lack of friendliness between their respective nations. Ahistorical but fun! The few Mongolia/China fics I've read in the English fandom that aren't openly anti-shipping are rather angsty fics about the Yuan dynasty, and though I can see why, I think it's much more entertaining to see their coexistence and casual day-to-day interactions in the ~century that the Yuan dynasty lasted, China's annoying peppiness, Mongolia half-listening to his flights of fancy while doing Big Ruling Things, etc. In general, the base of the ship for me is 'tall, annoyed, and serious x small, annoying, and expressive'. Like the first image I doodled specifically for this ask lol
Its place in English fandom
On the topic of popularity, I can understand why it's not as popular in the English fandom tbh the history between the countries has been very antagonistic and fraught w violence, esp in modern history, the 1900s and Mongolia's struggle for independence and such. and culturally there aren't that many similarities, aside from what's left over from the past rule's influence on culture and then there's a bit of cultural influence up north ofc. And then the topic of Inner Mongolia, as well as ethnic tensions... I'm not really in a place to comment and I'm not nearly knowledgeable enough to say anything, so this is just an acknowledgment it exists and also that it in my experience influences the English fandom, which, I mean good for them doing some research and staying away from sensitive topics and potentially offensive depictions
also the people who ship Mongolia ships in the English fandom tend to be Mongolia biases, and this ship is more of a China fan ship if that makes any sense? Like, if you liked Mongolia you might ship him with like, Tibet, have something fluffy and sweet and not... this toxic ship fraught with recent suffering, but if you like China there's a bigger chance of shipping him with Mongolia focusing on the Yuan dynasty. A bit of bullying for our fav little arrogant old guy. Meanwhile, there aren't that many China mains in the English fandom and the ones who are out there tend to ship him with yt ppl and focus on either AUs or modern history with a focus on China/western relations 😅 which I mean, fine, I do as well dsjjghfljk but fun historical ships like Mongolia/China aren't really popular.
Qing Dynasty rambles, kinda off topic
Another thing: the Qing dynasty! Okay so, I've read like. at least one english fic that had China turned into an oppressive little dickhead in this time period, but IMO and it's a very very personal and subjective thing, I don't think having China, that is Yaoyao, being the main force in the Qing dynasty makes much sense. This isn't like Yaoyao apologia LMAO it's more like, if each distinct and separate people and culture have their own nation-tan, I don't see why Manchu wouldn't. We may be sinicized now and I consider myself Chinese, but we are still a distinct people to the Han and Manchu were NOT Chinese back then!! It should also be noted that while the Manchu ruling class encouraged the mindset of a diverse China, 'Manchu Mongol Han' (满蒙汉) type thing, they were still conquerors who conquered China, Mongolia, and then a bunch of other places, and there was a hierarchy involved that had Han Chinese below Manchu. There were Han (and Mongolians and other ppl) who were promoted and integrated into the banner system or given Manchu clans or whatever and they were allowed to send their daughters in as concubines but the upper class was generally Manchu and there was a (failed) effort to retain traditional culture, meaning it can't be taken as 'Manchuria was consumed' sort of integration. Shoving 'well China was not in charge of China' in there kind of... changes the dynamics of Mongolia and aph China a little? Another, maybe more important point, is that Mongolia being conquered by the Qing dynasty in many cases wasn't initially a China Mongolia thing so much as a Manchu/Jurchen tribes vs Mongolian groups sort of thing, some groups fought with the Manchu, others were allied w Manchu Qing for protection against other groups, also iirc there were enmity/alliances left over from when Manchu were a bunch of little Jurchen tribes who either fought with the nearby Mongolic groups or turned to certain Mongolic groups for trade and alliances as protection. Like I get that in modern times HOW exactly the conquering went down doesn't matter as much as that it did and at that time China was the main force even ruled by outside conquerors, especially because the Qing dynasty is acknowledged as Chinese and the current country is a direct successor state to the successor state of this dynasty, but Hetalia content that directly addresses this history should take it into account. It's sort of like hmmm the Yuan dynasty's attack on Japan?
Of course, this is a sensitive topic! Lots of violence. Sooo it's the sort of thing that I'm hesitant to make 'content' about, but I do think about it sometimes. How would the relations go down? Idk bc Qing dynasty isn't one of my preferred periods for Mongolia/China but I thought I'd include it anyways since I've seen this era around in the English fandom and I had a Hot Take I wanted to express. It would be an interesting dynamic, though, bc then China goes hard trying to keep Mongolia in the republic era which was VERY VERY ruled by Han who were miffed about centuries of oppression under Manchu rule, lots of anti ethnic minority sentiment arose from that and the, ah, other events going on in during the late 1800s and early 1900s. so it's like... as a country it makes sense but how do you fit this into the characters? It's not like the characters have to like what's happening in their country of course, but I'd like to situate them in the time and atmosphere nonetheless. It's also a situation where China was getting hella brutalized during the late Qing/Republic era by western powers and Japan, so the usual line about this era for it is 'wow poor baby : (' which I admit I love, but it does leave Mongolia, any and all suppression of culture, and its independence movement by the wayside. A country and its systems can be very complicated because everything happens all the time and there's like a billion people involved but then u gotta find a way to balance it within these individual characters which is hard!! I've read so many fics in this era and it always focuses on a few specific character/country relations and inevitably leaves many big things out, everything just happens all the time huh!
I guess the timeline would be roughly:
Stirrings of trouble -> Manchuria gathering. some Jurchen groups are directly allied with Mongolian groups for protection while other Jurchen groups waged war on them and the Ming dynasty so this is awkward -> wowee China has been conquered uwu Yaoyao enters another Jin dynasty -> battle with Mongolia ig? or talks of alliance? The same thing applies to pre-Manchu unification, it's hard when all the different groups represented by one dude are doing different things and it's hard to say who gets the nation-tan -> ok now Qing dynasty is at its largest. China and Mongolia are both under Manchu rule, Mongolia has a bit more status but China gets kept closer to the rulers and in the palace cause obvious reasons. Do they interact? probably sometimes? i'd have to do more research on the details -> oh no the westies have arrived to do a bit of war and opium -> China has attacked and gotten rid of Manchuria, preferably while crying for the spice, but now that he has Mongolia he doesn't want to let go : ( misery -> and the rest is history. i guess
Closing
I'm sorry if nothing makes sense but I started writing and editing at midnight and I can see daylight through the windows so I'll leave it here
Finally: here's a link to PiyoEX's Mongolia/China compilation! There's a bunch of short comics about the Mongolian Empire/Song Dynasty part of history, some Russia Mongolia China, and one timeline of events with Mongolia celebrating Yuan dynasty, China celebrating Ming dynasty, and both of them side eyeing the new guy for the Qing dynasty dksljhgf
To be honest I don't usually think too deeply about this ship aside from teehee funny 1100s AD interactions and wow what if they went out in modern times and Mongolia had a horrible time and China couldn't stop clinging to his arm like a bug! And ofc that one irl video where China was thanking Mongolia for some sheep the gov sent, and some dude sang this song of thanks that was autotuned to hell, but the ship has a lot of potential for exploration, though it's sensitive and hard to handle correctly imo
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Faith | j.h. & h.u
*Gif doesn’t belong to me! Credits to the owner <3
Pairing: Jay Halstead & Hailey Upton x Sister!Reader
Requested: yes by anon!
"I saw you said upstead requests were ok so maybe imagine upstead talking about kids but there's a reader character in it somehow, maybe poly upstead? you can choose how to add it in ❤️"
Warnings: none?
Word count: 1.2k ish
A/N: so this was a concept/drabble request... but it got outta hand. and its now just a shorter oneshot. i have so much respect for char x char writers bc idk how yall do it. jesus. idk what im doing lorddddddd
Y/D/N (your daughter’s name) was born 6 months ago and every weekend since she got here, Jay and Will would take turns visiting you to see what they could do to make things easier. You loved the help.
Jay didn’t start bringing Hailey by until recently, but you enjoyed having your girl time again. It had been a while since you had the mental capacity for it.
This week, you could tell that the detective had something on her mind. Between the baby questions and her asking you when you knew you were ready for a baby… all the beating around the bush, you just decided to get to the point.
“You and Jay ever talk about kids?”
“Yeah, we have. It's just that...Jay would be such a great dad.”
“I agree. We love Uncle Jay, don’t we,” you cooed as you shoveled mush into the baby girl’s mouth. “So what’s the problem?"
“I just— I don’t know. Would I even be a good mom? How would I know if I'm ready? If we're ready? Babies and I aren’t really on the same page… and the job..."
“Oh come on. Hailey." You can’t stop the scoff that escapes from your lips. "You never know if you're truly ready or not, but I’ve seen you with kids, you’re great with them.”
“Kids aren’t the same as babies, Y/N!"
You rolled your eyes, knowing damn well that Hailey Upton would rather chase down bad guys and put people in jail than hold a baby.
“They’re so little and fragile,” she whined, her face twisting in discomfort at the thought of dropping one of them.
“You wanna practice?” you asked as you held out your daughter for Hailey to hold.
You really meant to give her a choice, you think, but you’re placing Y/D/N in the blonde’s arms before she even gets a chance to answer.
A rainbow of emotions appears on Hailey's face from confusion to shock, to panic as she realized there was an infant in her arms.
You let out a chuckle as you watch her mouth something to your brother and awkwardly bounced the baby on her chest. It was probably something like “what am I supposed to do with this”, but you knew she’d get it eventually.
After all, who could resist the sweet facial features you and your brothers seemed to share? Your daughter was no exception to Halstead genetics.
Jay quickly raised his hands in surrender and left the room, that knowing smirk on his face telling his girlfriend that she was doing fine and to figure it out.
Just like you expected, it didn’t take long for Hailey to melt from the happy girl’s giggles. No less than 20 minutes later, someone wasn’t ready to let Y/D/N go.
“Are you ever going to give me my baby back?” You laugh as you see the pout appear on Hailey’s face, hugging the little girl tighter in protest. “I’m just kidding, Hails. I’ve got a couple more things to do before I’ll need the munchkin.”
“She’s just so cute, Y/N. Look at those cheeks. Look at that smile! Oh my god, she’s smiling at me.”
“What can I say, she loves her Aunt Hailey,” you say as you walk over to where Hailey was sitting with your daughter propped up against her legs. You can’t help but admire the sight for a moment, before leaning over the back of the couch and giving her a rub on the shoulders. “And for the record, I think you’d be a wonderful mom.”
Hailey turns at your words, looking at you like you couldn’t possibly know that. But you did because for some people, you can just tell. It's so obvious.
You could tell by the way she looked at your brother, how much love she had for him and the trust they had for each other. When Jay got hurt, she was right there by his side, every second of the day that he had to stay in the hospital.
There was no doubt in your mind that Hailey was going to be the best mom to their kids.
“Really?” she whispers, and the small nod and smile you give her made her heart soar. You didn’t need to say anything else, she understood.
Standing up to return to your chores, you plant a comforting kiss on the crown of Hailey’s head.
It was something you started doing after you had your daughter and Hailey shut her eyes at the feeling, thinking about how much your validation meant to her.
You, being the ever-observant baby of the Halstead family, were the first one to notice there was anything going on between your brother and his partner. Since day 1, you were their biggest supporter.
You and Hailey were fast friends and you always saw her as the older sister you never had.
“I’m gonna steal her,” Hailey calls to you as you turned your back.
“Fat chance, blondie!” Your voice echoes down the hall, leaving her to continue playing with your daughter while you got things done.
Hailey, too infatuated by the tiny fingers wrapped around her own, doesn’t hear the soft footsteps making their way over to her.
“See? Even my sister thinks you’d be a great mom.” Jay’s voice broke the silence as he walked into the room, taking a seat next to his girlfriend on the couch. "And Y/N would know because she's one herself.”
“You heard that?”
“Mmhm."
“That was a dirty trick you pulled back there, leaving me alone with this little squish,” Hailey cooed, her finger stroking Y/D/N’s chubby cheeks.
“I knew you had it under control. You always do.”
“How do you Halsteads have so much faith in everyone? You and Will, and Y/N definitely has it the worst.”
Jay chuckled to himself, knowing that you had always been the best pep talker, even when you were a little kid.
“Well, that’s how our mom was and Y/N is, without a doubt, her mini-me if I ever saw one. I just wish mom could have met you. She would have loved you, so much,” he murmured as his hand came up to cup Hailey’s jaw, running his thumb over her skin lightly.
She leaned into his palm as he turned her face towards him and brought her lips to meet his.
Nothing happened, but moms hear everything. Even the almost indiscernible moan that escapes from Hailey’s mouth as Jay bit her bottom lip didn’t go unnoticed by you… all the way from the laundry room.
“I swear to god, Jay, if y’all are gonna make a baby right now, get your asses outta my house please!”
“We should get out of here,” Jay whispered and the blonde nodded eagerly.
Jay got up from the couch with his girlfriend riding his coattails, finding you in the house in record time and handing you back your kid like she was a sack of potatoes.
Y/D/N was giggling like a maniac at her uncle's manhandling and you manage to shoot your brother a "really?" look before you're tackled by another person.
“Thanks for the baby fix, Y/N/N!” Hailey chirped as she wrapped you in a quick, albeit tight, hug and gave a peck to your cheek.
“Go.” You shook your head as you chuckled to yourself and the two were holding in their own laughs as they fled from your doorstep, hand in hand like they were teenagers again.
When did you become the mature one around here?
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"Ok wait bc can we get Hinata (haikyuu) with a size kink. The reader is taller and buff and he doesn’t express his feelings until it blows up and he wants the reader to manhandle him."
Don't remember who requested it
There is never a perfect time in Hinata's opinion to ask your boyfriend to treat you like a rag doll. Even more so when your boyfriend wouldn't hurt a fly. But he couldn't just pretend that the thoughts never crossed his mind. When you watched his volleyball practice all he would notice is how your head was barely a few inches shorter than the door frame. When the two of you would cuddle during movie nights, Hinata would latch onto your lower arm and use it as a pillow while he tries not to fantasize about the muscle looping underneath his stomach to hold him against you.
"Hey Shoyo do you think I can bench press you?" Hinata blinked, he was standing inside the gym holding a volleyball as you did push-ups beside him. It was late in the evening and almost everyone had gone home except the two of you. Hinata actually didn't know why you were both still there. "Yeah maybe, I'm not that big." You shrug, "Yeah but muscle is heavier than fat and I'm sure that small body of yours has gained a lil bit of muscle."
There it was again, the thing that had him in such a daze in the first place. Hinata had been short all his life and had confidence in regards to it as well, never letting it get him down. But now it was but in a different way. You were tall, hopelessly so, but you are also very swole. Thick thighs, thick arms absolutely hulking in the shoulder department. A total contrast to Hinata's lanky form. And that's what was driving him crazy.
Hinata stands to the side of you and allows you to grab his ankles and pull his shirt. For a while it's chaos as you try to find the correct place to hold another human properly, but not once did you falter or even show signs of dropping him. The thought crosses Hinata's mind of you holding his waist just above the ground as you fucked him.
"Uhhh, Shoyo?" Hinata looks down as you look up at him. You had a small smile on your face. "Yes?" You continued to hold Hinata above your head, pondering your next words but deciding to forfeit them. "Nevermind, just wanted to know what you were thinking about?" Hinata blushes and looks anywhere but your face. "Nothing, it was just… nothing."
It clearly wasn’t just nothing, but pressuring Hinata to tell you what he was thinking was not something you wanted to do. Your arms hardly even strain as you cause Hinata to ascend above you before bringing him closer. Each time you noticed his face got redder and redder till he was almost the same color of his hair.
He couldn't help it of course, every time he depended his cock twitched at the thought of bouncing on yours, the momentum being completely controlled by your own strength. His mind then begins to wander to physically or theoretically impossible scenarios, further turning him in more and more. "Put me down!!" You quickly drop him down softly and sit up, frightened that something was wrong.
"What is it!!?" Hinata fidles with the edge of his gym shorts. He was still nervous. You sighed, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards you so he'd collapse in your lap. This, my friend, was the final straw. Hinata straddled your waist before yelling proudly in your face, "Please use your muscles when you fuck me!!"
The words leave his mouth unfiltered and prolapse intelligible as a whole. You look at him, your face unreadable and Hinata's own bravado melts away leaving only shyness behind. "I-I just meant...you are so big and strong. And even though my height has always been a thing for me I…" Hinata lowered his head, voice getting smaller, "I like it when it's you making me feel small."
You lower your head, resting it on his shoulder. "Is that what's been bothering you this whole time?" You wrap your arm around his lower back forcing him to arch it before putting your hand in between the two of you to cup him. Hinata sighs softly in your ear as you begin to rub him through his gym shorts. However, that wasn't good enough for you, not anymore now that you knew your boyfriend's secret desires. “Had me over here all worried that something was really wrong when in the end you just wanted to be treated like a little fleshlight huh?”
Your hand dips into the backside of his pants fingers gently rubbing against his hole. Hinata presses his forehead against your neck, hips bucking against your palm, ‘Y-Yes!” Giving up on going dry, you put your fingers against Hinata’s lips and order him to suck on them. Hinata is close to cumming the faster your hand pumps his cock. You remove your fingers from his mouth and immediately go to work his hole open. “Y/n! Don’t go so fast!” The stinging burn is imminent as your finger pushes through his tight ring.
Hinata humps your hand faster while raising in volume the closer he gets. You lube your own fingers again to add a second finger and the added pain to the pleasure is the final straw before Hinata is painting your T-shirt white with his cum.
The smaller man was already woozy from his first orgams but that was not enough for you. No, his fantasy needed to be carried out as long as you had something to do with it. Hinata has the overbearing urge to return the favor, hands running over your defined stomach before pulling your shorts' drawstrings.
Your fingers go faster, rubbing against his prostate. "So how did you want to do this again?" Hinata shrugs polishing the head of your cock. "I don't care as long as you use all of your strength." Hinata puckers his lips, kissing you deeply, "Use me."
You and Hinata stand to your feet shakily and you turn him around, pinning his arms behind his back. His soft perky ass is exposed as you snatch his underwear down. " I stretched you the best I could okay?" Hinata stamped his feet like a spoilt child, "Please Y/n don't worry about me, I can take it I promise!!"
You follow his orders chuckling at the scream he releases when your hands move to hold his waist lifting him off of the ground. The sheer height difference allowed you to stand to your full potential and have him elevated. Hinata couldn't believe this was actually happening. His cock hung heavy in between his thighs once again as he prayed for you to use him as desired.
There is a bit of fumbling as you pause to position your cock towards Hinata's hole but when you finally slip inside the effect is immediate.
His eyes roll behind his eyes as you roll your hips. The pace was slow yet sharp and there was nothing he could do about it. His feet dangled as you thrusted into his smaller body, his own hands coming to hold yours resting on his waist. "Oh sh-shit Y/n!!" Your cock made a clear bulge in his lower stomach as he tried to remain upright.
You admit to yourself it was an attractive sight. Hinata taking everything you had like a little fuck toy was a hidden desire you never knew you even had but the sounds of his screams echoing through the gym hall made it clear. Hinata could feel his cock begging to be touched as it hung down dripping enough to leave a puddle.
However he couldn't touch his dick, and that's what made it wonderful. The red tip was so slick and ready to be put at ease meanwhile your tip kissed against his walls the faster you went. On each stroke Hinata's feet swayed in the air the higher you lift him. "Is this what you want Hinata? How does it feel to be nothing but my little cumsock?"
Your thighs tremble from the exertion and your orgasm creeps along your lower back threatening to come forth. "P-Please touch me Y/n I can't take it anymore!!"
By sheer luck you find a way to keep Hinata suspended in the air as you loop your other hand beneath him. Its easy to jerk him off, his precim sticking his shaft without needing to. The pleasure makes Hinata throw his hands forward despite him having nothing to hold onto.
Your cock twitches once more before releasing hot cum in his willing ass. Hinata shakes at the warmth flooding him before his own cum joins the puddle beneath him.
You both calm yourself slowly with you throwing the side comment off "Just be honest next time."
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hi, this is my first ever ask so I'm not sure I'm doing this correctly, if that's the case I'm sorry; I don't know how tumblr works just yet >:')
would it be possible for you to write something about bakugo, pining incredibly hard for fem!reader and initially hating how strongly he feels about her? because they're not even friends, they only exchange few words occasionally and she doesn't even glance at his way whereas he slowly finds himself unable to divert his eyes from her during classes? shes always with damn deku and his friends and doesn't even seem interested in him at all but his heart can't ignore the way she looks at him proudly whenever they spar together, the way she sends him small confident smiles as they fight each other with all they have; so he thinks that maybe, maybe he might have a chance. basically bakugo liking reader so much he's completely lost in self-hatred because he always thought feelings were for weak romantics and not great people like him, but everytime he sees reader doing some badass things (again, like sparring with him and basically matching his skills etc...) he's reminded of how badly he likes reader? but when he finally accepts he's fallen for reader, after ignoring and trying to forget about how she makes him feel, he masters up the courage to confess? and it's a very clumsy confession because he's awkward and has no idea how to deal with those feelings? and he tries so hard to make reader realise he's never been more serious than now? and reader is startled and speechless before rejecting him? and at that point he's just completely humiliated, so he nods and walks away.
it might be a little dramatic but I've always been into unrequited love and one-sided pining. thank you, its okay if you don't want to write about this, i'll understand <33
𝓫𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓪𝓵 - 𝓴. 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾
character(s): katsuki bakugou x fem!reader (my hero academia)
reblogs are greatly appreciated!
a/n: AHHHHH this is so cute <33 honestly this is super exciting for me and this ask made me so happy, lovey. i���m fairly new to tumblr, i’m usually just a reader but i wanted to migrate here from wattpad so this made me so happy. here u are my love <33 i hope this lives up to what u wanted !! :)) a bit lengthy, but i had a lot of fun writing it !!!
summary: bakugou finds he’s rejecting his feelings for you in fear of becoming weak, however he just can’t seem to ignore you.
genre: fluffy, fluffier than the clouds istg, however the clouds are sprinking a little teeny weeny droplet of angst.
warnings: cursing (bakugou, duhh), one-sided pining (on bakugou’s part) second hand embarrassment (on bakugou’s part bc we can all agree he’s a complete idiot when it comes to trying to get someone’s attention), just bakugou being a jackass, i gave the reader a quirk
word count: 3,859
(pls excuse any typos or mistakes, i edited to the best of my ability but i miss some things sometimes !)
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part 2 is here my loves <3
brutal. it was utterly ruthless. he couldn’t focus, couldn’t think right. his hands were already exceptionally sweaty, but gosh when he saw your damn face, he was ready to explode. literally.
what the hell was it about you? was it your stupid smile? or the way you just seemed to carry every battle on your back? was it all the undeniably sweet things you do for others ‘just because’?
it made him angry that he thought about you, but gosh he couldn’t wait to see you every day.
just like any other day, bakugou found himself staring at the large door to the classroom, awaiting the moment you would bounce into his day, skirt shifting around your legs, bag slung loosely around your shoulders.
his leg was bouncing eagerly.
bakugou didn’t know when the feelings came. his cheeks just started flaring up all of a sudden and one day you just looked...different. you hadn’t done anything different to yourself. it was just him. not that he would ever admit that, to you or anybody else.
you were insufferable. you were stupid and obnoxious and so...so damn...
“y/n! come look at this!”
you’d come walking into class just as expected, and as soon as you did, that stupid nerd had called you over.
it didn’t help that deku sat right behind him, either. the two of you had recently gotten closer. bakugou noticed it last month when he yelled at the two of you to shut up about all might and get to work. he’d turned around to find you leaning over deku, hands resting on his shoulders while you peered at his phone.
“sorry, bakugou,” you’d said, barely acknowledging him. you had waved him off like an annoying fly. is that all you were to him? some nuisance that got in the way of your oh-so-entertaining conversations with deku?
all he heard nearly every day was your chipper voice talking to deku. always, “oh my gosh, midoriya, did you see the fight edgeshot was in last night?” or “midoriya! i have something to add to our quirk analysis book!”
that was the one that took the cake. you two dorks shared a notebook, occasionally passed between one another, and filled it with junk about quirks and pro heroes. but no matter how much he tried to tune you out, no matter how he tried to zone off and think about something else, you were always there. it made him want to vomit how much he thought about you.
you were doing an adorable shuffle over to midoriya’s desk and leaned over the table as you usually did while he angled his phone your way. “did you see this hero report?”
deku let you slip the phone out of his grasp to get a better look.
“no,” you breathed. “was this just recent?”
“yeah,” deku said, taking the phone back. “last night.”
“holy—”
“can you guys shut up over there?” bakugou said, his voice quaking.
“sorry, kacchan.” deku scrolled through the article.
dammit, bakugou thought. “i wasn’t talking to you, nerd. i was talking to shitface over here.” he jerked his head towards you. his eyes flared in anger when he saw you were looking down at your phone, now focused in on the article yourself. “i was talking to you, asshat!”
your eyes flicked up to his. you looked around for a moment before slowly pointing to yourself as if to say, “me?”
his face scrunched. “yeah, you. you’re so damn loud.” gosh, he hated how his voice was cracking, how he could feel his ears and cheeks lighting up in a swollen, cherry red. his stomach flipped.
she’s looking at you, gosh i’m sweating. i’m going to throw up. she’s so gorgeous. what the hell? they’re ugly as shit, i don’t think anything of them.
his eyes bore into yours.
“did you...need something?”
your voice broke his trance.
“kacchan, are you okay? you dozed off there for a second. you look like you’re burning up.”
bakugou looked to deku who was currently stretching out of his seat, arm extended. he pressed the back of his hand to bakugou’s forehead. “you’re really warm, kacchan. should we call recovery girl?”
it took him a moment to realize what was happening. his vision got blurry every time he was with you. bakugou smacked deku’s hand away. “i’m fine!” his voice lifted at the end, cracking. “i’m not sick. don’t you think i’d take better care of myself?”
“i don’t doubt you take good care of yourself, kacchan, but everyone gets sick once in a while. there’s nothing wrong with that.”
“i never get sick!” besides, if i got sick, i wouldn’t want you to be the one taking care of me.
he was still pissed. he was always in a bad mood, however, more so right now because you’d gone straight back to your phone and that stupid hero article that was supposedly so damn interesting.
soon enough, the bell rang, and you were seated at your desk. it was jirou’s old spot, however, after much convincing, you two had switched spots so you could be closer to deku. just a few months of getting close to the idiot and you two are suddenly best friends. jirou hadn’t minded one tiny bit, claiming she needed a break from how loud that section of the room was.
late as always, aizawa came trudging into your room. thankfully, his entire body wasn’t obscured by a yellow sleeping bag that smelled of something unwashed and coffee and gasoline. (for some reason, aizawa’s clothes always smelled of it.)
“lucky for you,” he began while shuffling papers on his desk, “all of you are doing training for these first periods.”
the class cheered in perfect unison, followed by their individual chatter. you had erupted with glee along with them, and bakugou was sure he felt his heart clench and then explode. just a tiny bit. but he shoved the feeling down just as quickly as it had come up.
“go out to the field and wait for further instructions. don’t make a sound in the halls otherwise, i’ll expel all of you.”
this shut everyone up in almost a second, the sound draining out just as water does. the first years trailed out into the hall, single-file mimicking the positions baby ducklings would take when following their mother.
bakugou found himself walking faster when he saw you take up your spot in the line, hoping to land his spot right behind you.
unfortunately, this idiot who considered himself bakugou’s friend tugged him back. “bakugou!” a familiar voice rasped.
“shitty hair, let go of me.”
“hey man, chill out. wanna partner up if we’re doing training in pairs?”
bakugou glanced at the line, the spot that should have been reserved for him now taken up by sato.
bakugou tugged his sleeve from kirishima’s hand. “whatever,” he snapped.
“sounds good!” kirishima flashed him a toothy grin and a thumbs-up. the bubbly feeling in bakugou’s chest died down as he stood behind sato, the overwhelming scent of sugar filling his nose, various candies that would go straight to your arteries.
“you smell like ass, damn,” bakugou remarked, squeezing his nostrils together.
luckily, sato was tall enough to not hear the insult, as he towered over bakugou by just another head. the line began moving like a sloppy train down to the change rooms.
bakugou scoffed as he listened to your giggle. he should be making you laugh.
-
“you’ll be given partners randomly from this box.” aizawa held up a familiar red box. “inside are all your names. i’ll select one, then that person will come up and pick another name from the box. that will be your assigned partner for today. as soon as you have your assigned partner, i want you guys to get straight to work.”
denki raised a hand, speaking before being called on. “sensei, why are we getting random partners? we’re always allowed to choose.”
“in the real world, you’re going to come across different villains every day. you’ll never improve your skills or your quirks if you keep fighting the same person.”
denki sighed, slumping back.
dammit, bakugou thought, gritting his teeth together. there wasn’t any way he wanted to be partners with you. it’s obvious he’d win the fight in the first few seconds.
yes! exactly right! bakugou internally grinned. his fluctuating feelings had finally soothed themselves. you were just another extra, and he had no room for you in his head.
aizawa took a moment to fiddle with the slips of paper inside the box. soon enough, he pulled out a name. “todoroki.”
todoroki walked up, digging his hand into the box when aizawa held it out for him. he pulled out a name, delicately unraveling the slip. “uraraka, you’re my partner.” he deadpanned.
the brunette grinned. “great!”
the two found their own spot on the field, and the class’s attention was once again diverted to their grouchy teacher as he pulled out another name.
“bakugou.”
bakugou strutted up without a worry in his mind. he pulled a name to find...
“y/n,” he said, voice a low growl. instead of the annoying fluttering in his chest, his eyes met yours, and they were filled with a different, new ferocity. he crumpled the paper in one hand, letting it twirl to the ground.
you looked at him, unsmiling. your eyes gave away nothing, and to bakugou’s knowledge, all you saw in him was another opponent.
it took him a moment to realize you had both locked eyes for about a minute. perhaps the two of you would have stayed as you were if aizawa hadn’t snapped at the two of you to get moving as yaomomo’s name was called.
bakugou was on his way to the back of the field, you followed close behind. while there was plenty of room still, he chose a secluded area. while it was still open enough to view everything going on so nobody got hurt, it was often nobody chose to train here. for whatever reason, you weren’t sure.
“wait up, bakugou,” you said. after a bit, you caught up to him.
“if you can’t keep up, then...” then what? he looked at you from the side of his eye. “then don’t keep up...” gosh, here came the embarrassing, disgusting feeling of redness in his cheeks.
you laughed. “what?”
“shut up.”
“you’re an idiot, bakugou.”
“i said shut the hell up!”
“what, so you can call me shitface in front of the entire class but you get all pissed when i call you an idiot?”
so you had heard him!
he tongued his cheek, curling his hands around an invisible ball, explosions sparking in the centers of his palms. “don’t expect me to hold back, dumbass.”
“i wouldn’t dream of it.”
gosh he loved that about you.
bakugou caught his thought in the air.
ahem...gosh he hated that about you.
you both charged in at the same time. his cry was louder than yours, but you struck first.
he admired your quirk. while he’d overhead you explaining all the drawbacks it had, it was strong, and you were strong because you knew how to control it.
purple arrows flew from your arms, going in your desired directions. if you lost focus for one moment, they’d vanish and weaken. if you focused too hard or long, you’d be plagued by a splitting headache.
he’d spent too much time obsessing over your strengths and weaknesses.
your arrows were weightless, however they were solid objects capable of carrying any mass, any thing, and worked as extensions of your body.
the violet arrow had shot out at him, twisting around his right gauntlet and crushing inwards. it’d snaked around him without him noticing, slithering along his back.
bakugou struggled to get the air-light arrow off his wrist, but it was no use. he glared back, only to see your focused, furrowed brows. he’d expected to see your cocky ass smiling. it was nice to see you weren’t.
that was one thing that had also caught his eye. you never underestimate your opponent, but you never underestimate yourself, either.
you conjured a larger arrow. it snaked around your right arm as you hurled bakugou into the air, releasing your grasp on him. you shot your other arrow into the air, and it raced into the sky.
it swerved. bakugou’s eyes went wide as the tip of the arrow came down on his chest. if they weren’t intangible things, he would have been bleeding out.
another drawback: the arrows, while they could solidify, they couldn’t do any actual damage. you had to use your surroundings to inflict harm on your opponent.
he coughed out as the arrow shot him into the ground. he hadn’t even touched you, and here he was, vulnerable and so...so...
you stood over him, hands on your hips.
vulnerable and so lost in that adorable, winning smile.
“get away from me, idiot,” he grunted and turned onto his side, his back crying out in pain.
“i think i won this fight, bakugou,” you chirped, rocking on your heels.
“don’t get arrogant, shithead. you won’t be winning against me anymore.”
you grinned, arrows shooting out behind your back.
-
the dorms were exceptionally quiet. you were typing away in the common room, bakugou on the couch reading. everyone was off doing something else. it was the weekend, luckily. he’d expected you to go bounding out with everyone else, however you’d stayed back, claiming you had some homework to catch up on.
bakugou being classic bakugou had stayed back. he was excited to have the dorm to himself, but your dumbass was stuck here with him. couldn’t you have done your typing in your room?
you were so aggressive on that poor keyboard.
“oi, quiet down with your shit typing.”
you barely grunted in response.
“don’t ignore me.”
“i heard you, mom.”
“the hell did you call me?”
no response. only your aggressive typing is a bit less aggressive.
“i can still hear it,” bakugou remarked, eyes fixed on your back.
“‘kay,” you said. your typing slowed a tad, and your pressure on the keys lessened.
it was quiet now. bakugou should go back to his book. he shouldn’t still be looking for a reason to talk to you.
the pages crinkled in his fingers. he bit his tongue, keeping his snarky comments in.
“you’re a fucking idiot, you know that? doing your damn homework. it’s due tomorrow.”
you turned, pursing your lips. “and how would you know what i’m working on? are you stalking me?”
“i- what? no. you’re such an idiot, of course i’m not—”
“i’m messing with you,” you breathed, face un-moving.
“o-oh,” bakugou stuttered out. he blinked awkwardly.
“gosh, what’s gotten your panties in a twist?”
“you’re annoying.”
“you’re a jackass.” you returned to your work. bakugou settled with reading in his room. reading consisted of jumping onto his bed just as the stereotypical high school girl would in an eighties movie. he buried his face in his pillow, face burning bright red. he cursed you for making him feel this way, and hated himself even more for how much he enjoyed it.
-
the next day came swiftly. you’d left early to go train with midoriya. there were many improvements needed to be made, but you weren’t doing too bad.
you propelled yourself forwards with an arrow, and your green-haired friend shot back, lightning flickering around his body.
landing back on the ground, you panted and swiped the sweat from your brow. from the corner of your eye, you could make out both kirishima and bakugou coming to the training grounds.
bakugou stopped in his tracks, frowning at the sight of you.
it was evident he hated you a bit more than everyone else. he was always making his annoying comments, he was always snubbing you. you saw no reason to talk to him, so you didn’t. either way, even if you tried, he would still get angry for no reason.
it’d taken you quite some time to get used to his obnoxious attitude. tuning him out had been the best course of action, in your opinion.
the way you and midoriya had bonded was through bakugou, in a way. the first day of school, bakugou had snapped at you for tripping over your laces and nearly crashing into him. later that day, midoriya had stepped up and apologized for his old friend’s actions.
you two had never been too close until now. the recent incidents going on with the league of villains had snagged your attention, and it seemed you were the only person who didn’t mind listening to him ramble on about heroes.
you were just as passionate and just as dorky, but midoriya could talk your ear off. you never minded, and he always took the hint when you didn’t want to listen.
you brought your leg up, twirling in the air with ease and watched your heel collide with midoriya’s face. he grunted, stumbling back.
you were about to charge in again when a hand landed on your shoulder, big and rough. you turned to see bakugou standing behind you, a scowl on his face.
“fight me again,” he demanded.
“excuse me?”
“don’t act like you didn’t hear me.”
“i’m in the middle of fighting midoriya right now.”
“so?”
“so if you think that i’m just going to ditch my friend because you want to fight, i won’t.”
“you’re being stubborn.”
“i’m being reasonable. back off.”
“y/n?” midoriya rubbed his jaw—right where you had struck him. “what’s going on?” he jogged up to you and bakugou.
“he wants to fight me in the middle of our fight. it’s nothing serious. don’t worry about it, midoriya. let’s just ignore him.”
bakugou made a sound someone would only make if they were choking. “the hell did you just say?”
“we’re ignoring you!” you waved him off and placed your hand on midoriya’s shoulder, wandering away.
-
it was new to him, not getting what he wanted. and what he wanted right now was to be around you. again, it wasn’t like he would ever admit that to himself.
“dude? you good? i thought you went off to fight y/n. i was so ready to cheer you on, dude,” kirishima’s chipper voice piped in. “she’s not fighting with you? why not?”
“the dumbass was just probably scared of getting her ass beat by me.”
“dude...that sounds really weird.”
“whatever, shitty hair. let’s go.”
-
the clock ticked. his ears were on fire. again.
gosh, it was happening again. it was all you. his face scrunched up, his voice would surely crack if someone were to ask him what was wrong.
bakugou was once again stuffing his face in his pillow, hiding his expression from no one. why did you have to go train with that shitty nerd? why were you always around deku? deku, of all people. what did he have? why was he so great?
bakugou was a man of many insecurities, but losing to deku? that was possibly his biggest fear.
perhaps he wasn’t the nicest, or the most soft person out there. bakugou could admit that, at least. but he was smarter than deku. he was stronger and he was better and people liked him more. right?
what was so...amazing about deku?
it was often bakugou would find himself obsessing over little, insignificant things such as these.
you were what he was thinking of most of the time. just yesterday, he’d gotten a test returned. he was expecting an eighty at the lowest, but more so expecting a high ninety. it’d come back exactly sixty percent.
sixty. percent.
bakugou vividly remembered staring at your face. he also remembered not being able to focus because of it. his grades were dropping because of you.
you were the only person to be able to do this to him.
his heart grew quiet, but the pounding of his didn’t cease. he lifted his head.
“alright, fine,” he said aloud. “you win, y/n. you win.”
he settled with getting over his feelings the way he’d read them in his collection of romance manga.
bakugou left his room and knocked on your door. (he was banging on it, but it was his nice way of knocking.)
you answered, looking around awkwardly. “yes?”
his hands shook. how was this supposed to go? sure, he’d seen it in romance movies and read it in books but it was always easy to tell whether the guy would get the girl or not.
in this instance, bakugou was clueless. for once in his life, he was clueless. you stood, tapping your foot with a hand on your hip, waiting expectantly for him to tell you why he was here.
“um.” he scratched behind his neck. “you uh- i uh...i’m sorry i called you a, um...a shitface.”
“okay? is that it?”
what? come on! it was already unlike him to apologize. what else did you want from him?
“did you...i’ve been thinking, maybe? maybe we could..train together as...friends?”
“...what?”
gosh dammit, as friends?
“whatever, um...the uh...” oh gosh, what did the boys do in all the books he’d read? right! bakugou stretched out his arm, resting his forearm on the door, leaning to the side.
although he didn’t, really, because like the clumsy jackass he was, bakugou missed completely and nearly toppled to the floor.
this earned a snicker from you.
his stomach flipped and churned, and bakugou found himself unable to reach your eyes. “uh, would you maybe..? okay, um. do you want to go on a date with me? you absolute fucking dumbass.”
your eyes flew wide. “...what?”
“no, that’s not what i— i mean i didn’t mean the last part. um, i meant the first part. the first two parts. the part where i was asking you if you wanted to go on a date with me and then before that when i said maybe because it’s still a maybe until you say yes. or...or no because that’s an option too.”
he swallowed.
you resisted the urge to mock him, just a little bit. “um, bakugou, listen.”
he leaned closer. “yes?”
“it’s going to be a no. i’m sorry, but i’m just not interested in you like that.”
it took him a moment to register everything. his shoulders sagged. gosh that was brutal.
“oh, alright.”
“yeah, uh, sorry about that.” you offered him a weak smile, still a bit shocked yourself. he did his best to return it, and when you closed the door, his face was ready to explode.
it was so damn difficult to deal with these feelings, but maybe it was better this way. knowing where you stood on your end, he knew he wouldn’t miss out on anything.
perhaps it was alright to admire from afar. things could happen in the future, right?
right now, he’d just wait. for a long, long time. bakugou pressed a hand to his chest, feeling his erratic heartbeat. maybe it was alright to not have you right now. perhaps he could better himself for you. just for you.
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❝ what is love? - l.mk ❞
lee mark x reader | fluff | 2k words
WARNINGS | lowercase is intended, idol au, love at first sight au, 6thmemberofitzy!reader, shy!mark and shy!reader, fluff bc that’s what i’m best at LOL, another request :), just enjoy <3
REQUEST | “hii i read ur electric love fic w jisung and i really loved it :DD could you do the same for mark ? still as the 6th member of itzy ofc :D” - my lovely anon <3
SUMMARY | he wonders what is love, but finds the answer in you.
AUTHOR’S NOTE | inspired by the song “what is love” by twice (english lyrics by genius translations)! ANOTHER REQUEST HDSFKLDSJHF IM SO SO SO SO EXCITED! i wanted to change up the setting so it’s still 6th member itzy, but not in weekly idol :P ALSO this was inspired by when nct dream, itzy, and stray kids sat next to each each other in that one award show so yeah lolol. IM SO SORRY I LOST THE MESSAGE WHERE MY ANON ASKED FOR IT BUT I STILL WROTE IT FOR YOU! I LOVE YOU, THANK YOU, NEVER BE SHY TO DM ME ;)
what is love?
mark knew the general idea of it; the sappy moments movies show, the “butterflies in your stomach” feeling books portray, the pain and hardships songs make you feel.
but he’s never been in love, at least not like this.
❝ how could it be as sweet as candy? ❞
training at such a young age molded mark into the perfect idol, and with that he was fully aware dating would look bad to the public. he accepted the fact that he might never find love, all to help achieve his dream.
but as cheesy as it sounds, the canadian wished to be loved.
yes he was loved by his members, his family, his friends, his fans; but the type of love he longed for was something none of them could give him.
mark wanted to feel the sweetness of being in love, the giddiness you’d feel whenever you talk to them, the pounding of your heart whenever they’re near. he wanted to experience the overwhelming need to be with that person, like if they’re gone for too long it’s like you can’t breathe.
was being in love like making a song for the very first time? or was it like eating watermelon all the time?
so many questions with no answers, the boy left to wander in his own thoughts.
❝ how it’s like flying in the sky? ❞
he smiled bittersweetly as the newly wed couple danced around in confetti, the sound of laughter and cheers resonating around the room. one of nct’s managers that had been with them since the beginning invited them to her wedding, to which the team obviously accepted.
all 23 of them were happy for their noona who found her happy ending. mark could only watch in awe at the sight of the two lovebirds, the love and adoration for the other evident in the way they looked at each other.
his heart tugged a bit knowing he wanted something like that too.
“being in love is like flying in the sky.” his manager explained to the boy as a makeup artist experimentally brushed strokes on her face. it was a couple hours before the ceremony when mark knocked on her hotel door, wanting to visit his favorite noona before she finally said ‘i do’.
his question left his mouth before mark could fully register what he was about to say, the poor boy flushing a bit as the woman laughed at him.
“are you in love mark? is that why you’re asking me how i knew i was in love?” she teased as mark stutterd, denying her accusation.
“n-no i swear!” he said as his manager continued laughing, the makeup artist having to pause a bit to let her get it all out. “i’m just curious.” mark said quietly trying to stop the heat from rushing up to his cheeks.
“well being in love is a magical feeling.” the woman said, turning a bit serious. mark sat up straight as he listened intently. “when you realize you love someone, it can be a scary thing. love isn’t perfect mark, and i want you to know that. there are moments where you want to scream and rip your hair out, or cry to let it all out.”
the boy nodded in understanding, having a bit of knowledge from all the good breakup songs taylor swift writes about.
“but it can also change your whole world.” she continued on. “it’s like seeing the world again for the very first time and the colors are more vibrant. it’s like having a permanent reason to be happy, and a reason to stay.” she explained as the mark sat quietly trying to comprehend it all.
❝ i wanna know know know know, what is love? ❞
the poor boy’s head couldn’t wrap around the thought of you.
his heart hammered in his chest as he secretly glanced at you, desperately trying to avoid suspicion from fans and his members. you were just too breathtaking, having the canadian looking back for more.
the moment he first laid eyes on you, it was like an epiphany. you were the answer to all his questions.
so this is what it feels like, mark thinks to himself as he looks back on all the things he’s heard about love.
the butterflies, the pounding of your heart, the “seeing the world in a whole new perspective”, mark felt everything and as much as he felt excited, he was scared.
as harmless as it sounds, award shows were a risky thing for idols. being surrounded by fans of different groups as well as said groups themselves always seemed to cause a bit of a stir between fans.
between dating rumors and rumors about beef between two idols, anything could happen.
but usually mark would be okay. he’s been doing this for a long time and knew how to behave.
however what he didn’t expect was to see you, the tiny rookie idol from the newly debuted girl group ‘itzy’.
nct 127’s table was right next to yours which let mark have a clear view of your pretty eye smile as you laughed at something lia had whispered into your ear. your laugh was bubbly and contagious, the boy having to physically stop himself from wanting to laugh too.
he was panicking, but mark couldn’t tell if it was in a good or bad way.
❝ what does love feel like? ❞
your breath hitched as you saw the boy sneak glances at you from the corner of your eye.
the mark lee was looking at you, your heart racing as you tried to deny the fact that he was staring you down. there was no way the dude you’ve looked up to your entire trainee life is noticing you, no way at all.
everyone has heard of mark lee even if you weren’t into kpop. he was just that iconic.
you’ve been an nctzen since the very beginning, being there for nct u’s debut stage. in fact, nct was the very reason you decided to audition to become an idol in the first place. you looked up to the team but more importantly you looked up to a certain canadian in the group.
originally doyoung was your bias in nct when nct u first came out. but as the years passed by you found yourself more and more intrigued by mark, having him absolutely wreck your bias list.
since then you’ve been a loyal mark stan, even rapping his part in cherry bomb for your audition tape which ultimately led you to become an idol yourself.
you refused to believe you were in love with the dude, not knowing a single thing about him. there was no way you could love him, not if you’ve never even met the boy.
but your heart seemed to prove you wrong as it beat wildly knowing mark was sitting right there on the table next to you.
“you okay bubs?” lia asked in a worried tone, leaning in to whisper into your ear. she saw the way your leg bounced in a fast rhythm, knowing you only did that when you were nervous.
you forced a smile as you hesitantly looked her way, knowing that she could take one look into your eyes and know you were lying. “i'm fine unnie, don’t worry about me.” you replied as sweetly as you could, wishing the elder wouldn’t notice a thing.
though you two and yeji were the eldest in the group, all being born in the year 2000, you were the baby of the unnie line. lia and yeji knew you the best, having grown up with you after all.
the girl only gave you a look before taking your hand in hers to give a soft squeeze. “i know you’re lying but i won’t push you. also mark lee from nct 127 is totally checking you out.” lia said, whispering a bit on the last part. she winked as you flushed, looking away in horror.
-
johnny nudged the boy next to him with a small smirk, clearly seeing the heart eyes he was giving the girl in the table next to them. mark jumped a bit at the feeling, looking at his hyung with confusion.
“so y/n of itzy?” johnny said with a small smile as the younger immediately sat up straight.
“is it that obvious?” mark whispered back with a hint of fear in his eyes.
if any of the fans were to get a hold of this… the boy could only shiver at the thought.
johnny’s playful smile dropped a bit at mark’s worried look knowing how he must feel. they were idols after all.
“don’t worry, i only noticed because she was looking back at you too.” he said, mark flushing at the revelation.
“really?” he asked a little out of it.
“i say talk to her after this?” the elder said, laughing a bit when mark jumped in his seat, immediately saying no.
❝ will love come to me someday? ❞
“unnie why are you making me stay in the dressing room~” you whined as the end of the award show came along.
you just wanted to go home, your body worn out. not from all the dancing but from the way it viciously pounded in your chest whenever you ever thought about mark.
lia only smirked in retaliation as she brought a hand up to squish your cheeks. “trust me, you’ll thank me later.” she said as she walked out of the dressing room, bumping into a 6 foot tall boy with a smaller boy behind him.
“oops sorry.” she said a little playfully, as lia gave a wink to johnny knowing their plan was going accordingly. johnny only gave her a small smile, but if you looked closely you could see the mischief in his eyes.
“hyung where are we going?” mark asked, a little weirded out by the two’s interaction. johnny only ignored the boy, dragging him by his arm as they walked down the hallway.
“hyung i swear if this is a prank i’ll-” mark’s words were cut off as the two entered a door, only to see your confused face staring back at him.
“oh shit.” he cursed under his breath, a little taken aback from how beautiful you were. one whole award show later and you were still as gorgeous as when he first saw you sitting down in the table next to his.
your confused face quickly turned to an embarrassed one as you noticed the boy, turning another shade of red when you noticed he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.
“hi y/n, my name is johnny and this is my band mate mark.” the taller boy said, holding his hand out in a handshake.
“h-hi i’m y/n.” you stuttered, not expecting to see the boy you’ve been daydreaming about for the past two hours to be right in front of you.
mark gawked at the sight of you, his mind malfunctioning as the words seemed to get stuck at the tip of his tongue.
“markie right here has something he wants to ask you.” johnny said, pushing the younger in front of him with a grunt.
this seemed to knock him right out of his trance, a hand coming up to the back of his neck as he stared down at the floor with pink cheeks.
“do you maybe wanna-”
“yes.” you blurted out, a hand covering your mouth in shock. “i-if you were gonna ask if i wanted to hang out sometime, the answer is yes.” you said a little shyly as the boy smiled.
all this time mark thought he was gonna find love, but maybe love found him instead.
“i’ll pick you up at 6 tomorrow evening.” mark said with a sweet smile as he took a step back only to be pushed back up again by johnny.
“you don’t even have her number you dumbass.” the elder scolded, disappointed at how dumb the boy was.
your laughter caught both of the boy’s attention as you put your hand out with a small smile. “you want my number or nah?”
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megs!! hi!! how are you? so may I ask for your list of your favourite electric guitar solos/riffs 👀 sending u positive vibes <33
myle!! hello hello! i am well, especially since i get to answer this ask (you really know the way to a girl's heart!) how are you?? i am recieving your positive vibes and sending some of my own your way :)) now, onto your question!
as i've mentioned, the opening riffs in welcome to the jungle by guns and roses (up to 0:30) is possibly one of my favorite song openings of all time. i have no idea what about it makes me so happy whenever i hear it, but it just gives me so much joy :))) fun megs fact when i was in middle school/high school i walked to school, and instead of a phone or an ipod the only thing i had to listen to was a little mp3 that could also pick up the local radio stations. i listened to a *lot* of the local oldies station, and every time welcome to the jungle started i would light up (although every single time i'd forget what song it was and i'd just be like "oh i love this song!!! i know it what is it" and then the rest of the guitars would come in and i'd be like 'ohhhhh" skldjfjsdl)
one of my all-time favorite guitar *solos* is the closing guitar solo in hotel california by the eagles (4:19 onward)! while i love guitar solos as a seperate entity unto themselves, i also think it's really cool when they build onto or expand the narrative of the song. i'm sure there are much more musically knowledgeable people who've talked about this, but i always pictured the closing guitar outro as a way of leaving the narrator's fate up in the air while still hinting at his true fate. but what is that? i have no idea! i've wanted to write something based on hotel california before i'd ever heard of the concept of a songfic, and maybe someday i'll be able to answer what i think it means!
i have no idea what is in the electric guitar in headfirst slide into cooperstown on a bad bet by fall out boy but there is no way it's legal i want to munch on it i want to put it in a blender and make a smoothie out of it i have no intellectual thoughts about it i just want to bite it
while a lot of this song's addictiviness comes from the rhythm section, the guitar riffs & solo on heart mind body & soul by the new regime really do make it the perfect song to aggressively bounce around to; it captures this wonderfully frantic energy and then the guitar solo (2:26-2:59) helps shake things up and introduces some much needed texture to the song, which is exactly what a guitar solo should do, in my opinion
hey you by pink floyd is a damaging song in basically every respect, and the the guitar solo (1:57-2:53) is no exception; it's just *chef's kiss* it just creates this beautiful arch between the first and second half of the song and it makes me wish i had a lighter to hold up in the air as i sway along
listen. i realize that Real Rock Fans™ will judge me for this opinion, but i really do think that journey is an example of a band who knows how to treat the electric guitar right. like have you listened to them??? brilliant show-stopping never-been-done before [insert rest of the lady gaga meme here] i'm going to use separate ways (worlds apart) as my example bc a) what a song b) the guitar solo (3:13-3:58) captures the yearning™ that the song's about *perfectly*
anyways i could go on for much longer but yeah this is most of my top guitar riffs/solos (altho i'm sure i'm forgetting several key songs lol)
#can you tell i love dad rock?#sdkjflskdjfklsjd#thank you so much for this ask myle i had so much fun answering it :))#answering mail#myle#electric guitar!!!
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