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hey-august · 27 days

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August I will not make you persue ideas you don’t want to pursue further but I gotta admit Tattoo!artist Buggy is just. NNF. Personal basic bitch au right here. Guy who needles you (…. HAH!) about your shitty stick and poke you got from your even shittier ex boyfriend, but then makes you laugh when he asks you what he did and then openly mocks him in a nasally voice. The hot guy with long hair, a full- ,nautical themed, sleeve and a bunch of piercings. The flashy artist who will always try to put his own spin on his tattoos, lest someone walk out of his place with something unoriginal. The hardass, Mr. “Chop Chop” alluding to the many scars he’s acquired in his (even more) criminal youth, who makes a big deal of being able to take it all. “Fuck yeah it hurts” and “No crying in the chair.”, signs on the wall. Probably named his studio something like “Circus of pain” or equally edgy…

And then he has to stop his knees from trembling when your sessions are done and you shyly ask him if you can give him his number. He hates that! He was supposed to be all suave and badass and ask for YOUR number!!

Oh anon, you have got ALL THE IDEAS. 🩷🩷🩷

Not actually a story, but your wonderful ideas got the thoughts running... WC: ~700 Warnings: SFW, a little bit suggestive here and there

A shop like “Circus of Pain” has quite the reputation. The awning is a nostalgic red and white with string lights underneath.

Flash sheets everywhere - crocodiles and hawks, ships and compasses, fruits and botanicals, lions, knives, anchors… There’s just so much. Every place you look, something new catches your eye. Until the tattoo artist comes in. The whole reason you chose this place.

He’s talented. That’s why. That’s definitely the reason why. He’s also funny. Someone who embraces the nickname Mr. Chop Chop has to be funny. He says you can call him Buggy, though. That wink. Wow. And his smile. But you came for the talent.

Buggy loves to show off. When you ask for a tattoo tour, he was more than thrilled to oblige. You don’t miss the subtle flexes as he shows his full sleeves. Or how he hikes his shorts up extra high to show you his legs. You were not prepared for all the sweet extras when he pulled up his shirt, though. Pierced nipples and a happy trail that was covered all too quickly when he dropped his shirt.

You recover when you see the dusting of blush cross his face when you shower him with compliments. You throw in a few roasts and watch his cheeks get even redder. It’s cute how he can't control the volume of his voice when he gets flustered. Especially when he remembers that you’re getting a piece on your thigh.

Buggy is a professional. He has a reputation to uphold. As much as he wants to run his hand on your leg a little longer, to feel your skin against his, to dig his fingers in your thigh…. Phew, it’s time for a break. Just a few minutes. He needs to go clear his head. Get some cold water. Spend some time alone.

You ask if it’s alright to order food now, which is more than fine. And even better when you order extra for him. The break is extended so you two can chow down and chat.

Buggy is so funny. And talented. He keeps you laughing and talking, anything to keep you distracted from the pain. He keeps an eye on how your body moves, when you seem too tense, when you hold your breath, when your hands clench.

That means he catches all the moments that you glance at him. When you stare a little longer than normal, admiring his long lashes and beautiful eyes. The focused faces he makes. Buggy’s emotive - frowning and smiling every other second. Your eyes hang on his hands as they work. His arms as they move. And those shorts that creep a little high when he sits down.

These thoughts give Buggy plenty to think about in between your sessions. Maybe you’re looking at him because he’s a weirdo. Because he’s not good looking. Maybe you laugh at him because he is the one tattooing you. Maybe you’re afraid of him messing with the tattoo, so you try to bribe his kindness with food and laughter. Maybe he should pick different outfits. Maybe…

Maybe you do like him. Maybe that’s why you keep coming back. Why you arrive early. Why you pick the food places he recommends. Maybe you don’t stop breathing from pain, but because he’s so close. And you like him.

Buggy hopes that’s the case.

He swallows that hope at the end of your last session. That tattoo is finished and absolutely fantastic - flashy, even! You like it, he likes it, and…

Before he could offer you his number, you are already offering yours.

Buggy had a whole plan! He was going to be so smooth, offering to give you his number in case you had any questions while you're healing, if you wanted to book another appointment with him directly, if you ordered too much food and needed his help finishing, if you wanted to grab a drink some time and talk.

All those thoughts fly out of his head as you sit there nervously, waiting for his answer.

Maybe he didn’t like you. Maybe you were just a client and this was incredibly rude and inappropriate.

But maybe he did like you. And maybe he did want to see you again.

Buggy nearly fell apart. He was head over heels trading numbers. Struck with one last bolt of suave inspiration, he suggested taking a selfie together so you could both use it as a contact pic.

The first picture was fine. A little stiff, if anything. The second one was silly, you each made goofy faces. And the third one…that's your favorite. At the last moment, you turned and kissed him on the cheek. Now you have a rare and treasured picture of Mr. Chop Chop looking surprised and blushing like an absolute fool.

#buggy x reader #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x you #x reader #buggy op #opla buggy #one piece buggy #buggy the clown

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judasofsuburbia · 10 months

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Jonathan Byers might be the stupidest person on the planet. Because why...WHY did he ask Steve Harrington to model for his photography final? Why did he think he would ever be able to focus enough to capture what he needs to? Why did he wait until the last week of the semester and now, there's no time to ask anyone else and he doesn't want to hurt Steve's feelings—

“Hey,” Steve says, interrupting Jonathan's thought spiral. “Is this where you want me?”

Jonathan looks up from his clipboard and camera to see Steve standing on top of the stool. Jonathan had sent him away with a costume he borrowed from the drama department and hadn't heard him come back in.

Steve is dressed in a toga. The crossbody strap is smaller than it would be on anyone else across his broad, hairy chest. The end of the toga rests delicately on his upper thighs, an inch away from being too short. Steve has quaffed his beautiful hair up and a plastic, golden crown of leaves sits amongst the brunette locks.

All of the moisture in Jonathan's mouth evaporates as he takes in Steve in this, what should have been, almost ridiculous outfit. Instead, Steve is absolutely striking in it and Jonathan is going to lose his mind before he even gets the lights set up.

“Uh, yeah, just hold there,” Jonathan croaks so he clears his throat. “I still have some things to set up.”

“Cool,” Steve replies simply. He shifts from foot to foot, tied up in lacy sandals. He looks around the studio that Jonathan has set up and smiles.

“Excited to see you do your thing,” Steve says. Jonathan trips over a cable.

“What?”

Steve glances over his shoulder and his face is so genuine when he says, “I wanna see you in the zone, you know?”

Jonathan blinks and ducks his head. “In the zone,” he repeats lamely.

“Yeah,” Steve smiles. “I mean, I've seen you take pictures before but never all done up like this. And this concept is really cool, I hope I can do it justice.“

Jonathan's assignment was to take from an existing piece of art, something not photography related, and recreate it. He's always been fascinated by the coliseums and marble statues of Greece, all the Gods and warriors of that time. As he was researching, the only thing that came to his mind was “Steve, Steve, Steve” and before he could even think twice, he shot him a text asking for his help.

“You will, man,” Jonathan barely speaks above a mumble.

Steve hums a song Jonathan doesn't know in the silence that follows. Jonathan finishes setting up all the lights and drawing the curtains of the room. He tries to pull up the screen behind Steve but can't get it to sit on the designated pole.

Steve reaches over him, his stomach resting on Jonathan's shoulder, and hooks the screen into place. Jonathan glances up at Steve's towering figure and swallows dryly. His muscular arm is bulging, his head is cast in the light from behind them like an angel.

Steve winks and says, “You can put me to work, Byers. I don't mind.”

Jonathan's not sure that the thing that tumbles out of his lips is a laugh, per se, more like a weak, nasally huff of air. But he can't focus on that right now because he needs to stop breathing in Steve's cologne. He escapes to the other side of the room.

“You're going to be doing plenty today, I promise,” Jonathan responds while he sets up a little table next to his camera for his notes. “Why don't we start with you sitting?”

Steve sits on the stool with his legs spread, not even realizing that he's near exposing himself through the skirt. Jonathan squeaks and Steve glances down.

“Oh shit,” Steve says, crossing his ankles. “Not used to that happening.”

“It's fine, I didn't see anything,” Jonathan mumbles, writing down nothing on his clipboard of notes.

“I didn't go full commando under here,” Steve clarifies with a small laugh. “I'm just glad I wore white boxers today--”

And yeah, Jonathan didn't need that image either. He starts adjusting his camera on the tripod and says, “Sorry, I should have been more clear about your costume.”

“Nah man, it's alright. I kinda dig it. If we shoot outside, I'm sure the breeze will feel so good.”

Outside? No, Jonathan can't see Steve basking in the sun like this. He wouldn't survive that.

“Gonna have to settle for the AC, I'm afraid,” Jonathan says with a fumbling laugh. “Okay, first shot. I'm thinking you tilt your legs to the side, almost like you're lounging on the stool. Then pop the shoulder closer to the wall up while keeping the other down. Look up at the ceiling.”

Steve follows his instructions but he tilts his whole head up instead of just his eyes.

“Chin down a bit, look with the eyes.”

“Like this?” Steve asks, voice innocent though it runs hot through Jonathan's ears.

Jonathan looks through his viewfinder to see Steve absolutely glowing. His brown eyes holding so much casual emotion that it tugs at Jonathan's heart.

“Mhm. Perfect,” Jonathan captures a few shots like that before directing him to the next shot. And the one after.

Steve nails it over and over again, looking exactly like the ethereal Gods and tragic heroes Jonathan read about. Jonathan keeps telling him he's doing amazing, that he looks amazing. He can see Steve try to fight off his smile for the sake of not ruining the shot. Jonathan wonders if he could shoot that smile someday just for the sake of letting him be happy.

“You're going to give me a big head,” Steve says when they take a break.

“Please,” Jonathan scoffs. “You already have one.”

Steve pouts playfully when he's done sipping his water. “I'm better than I was.”

Jonathan shakes his head with a fond smile. He looks at Steve directly and says, “Yeah, you are.”

Steve's lips part in surprise but then he quickly tilts his head away, sipping more water. Steve tsks. “Compliment after compliment, Byers. I should be your model more often.”

Jonathan's cheeks burn hot. “Yeah, yeah, tell your friends. C'mon, let's get back to it.”

The new few shots require Steve to show off his muscles which had to have been an idea of a deliriously horny Jonathan Byers. He could kill that guy.

“Okay, hold your hands up and behind your head. Then, uh,” Jonathan stammers, “Flex your arms for me.”

Steve raises his eyebrows but he does flex. It's not that Steve Harrington is absolutely shredded; rather, he has the toned muscles of a casual jock. He just cares about his body and his strength. It doesn't make it any less debilitating to witness.

“G-good, that's good,” Jonathan mumbles.

“You good, Byers?” Steve asks. His smirk grows less subtle every fleeting second it takes for Jonathan to respond. “Wishing for someone more buff?”

“No,” Jonathan defends immediately. “No, uh, no, you're good. Great, even.”

“What should I do with my face?” Steve asks.

“Keep it smug like that,” Jonathan says, a little bite to his words that comes from the roaring zoo currently in his stomach.

“Smug,” Steve scoffs, voice still teasing. “Just trying to figure you out.”

Jonathan ignores that, he does not need to be figured out today and especially not by Steve Harrington.

He takes the shot and instructs Steve to hold one arm up to the side while the other pretends to hold something. Steve stands awkwardly, clenching and unclenching the fist that's supposed to be acting right now.

“Can you show me?” Steve asks.

“Sure,” Jonathan says. He rounds the camera and is about to demonstrate making an “O” with his fist but Steve holds out his hand and Jonathan doesn't think before he takes it. He shapes Steve's fingers gently and places his arm outstretched to his side. Steve just watches him.

“Should I actually hold something?” Steve asks.

“No, I'm gonna edit something in later,” Jonathan explains, awkwardly dropping Steve's hand because he realizes he's still holding it.

“Like what?”

“I can't decide if it's going to be a sword or a lightning bolt. Armor, maybe,” Jonathan shrugs then looks up at Steve who is beaming at him.

“You can do that?”

“Y-yeah. Photoshop and all.”

“That's so fucking sick,” Steve exclaims. “You're gonna send these to me, right?”

“Yeah, if you want,” Jonathan says.

“Of course, I want,” Steve assures. ”Not only because you're making me into some Greek god but also because it's your art and it's fucking cool.“

“Thanks,” Jonathan breathes.

Steve reaches the posed hand up and pinches Jonathan's chin. Jonathan can feel every nerve vibrate as Steve's fingers fall away too soon. Steve gives him a curious look but returns his hand to the pose. Jonathan shuffles back behind the camera and continues shooting the pictures.

Steve showcases different smolders that make Jonathan's stomach tighten but he keeps pressing the button, keeps seeing how far Steve will go without his instruction.

“What if I shot my arm back like I'm about to throw it?” Steve asks, demonstrating his point.

Jonathan's eyes trail up his torso to the arm in question and he swallows. “Mhm. That looks really good.”

Steve's lips turn upward and he whispers, “So do you, Byers.”

Jonathan's whole body freezes. His finger trembles over the button but his mind is so blank that he can't tell it to push. Steve keeps glancing at him but Jonathan's not registering it.

Steve coughs awkwardly and mumbles, “Just tell me to fuck off, man.”

That gets Jonathan's brain back online. “What?”

Steve jumps, not realizing that Jonathan was actually listening. He drops his stance and rolls his shoulders back, bones popping as he does. He sighs and says meekly, “If you don't like me flirting with you, just tell me to stop and I will.”

Flirting? Flirting.

“You're flirting with me?” Jonathan asks, exasperated.

“I was trying to,” Steve explains, a sheepish look on his face. “But it's obvious you're not into it so--”

“Wait…no, hold on, I honestly thought you were messing with me,” Jonathan admits, walking around the camera again. Steve steps down from the stool to be at eye level with him and Jonathan swoons a little in their new proximity.

“I do love messing with you,” Steve confirms. “But no, Byers, I’ve been flustered all day having you stare at me and do your hot artist thing. That’s not a joke.”

“Really?” Jonathan whispers, his skin flushed.

“Really,” Steve whispers back.

"I am into it," Jonathan responds quietly.

"Yeah?"

"Put you into a toga because I'm so into it--" Jonathan doesn't finish this sentence because Steve is kissing him and he would much rather be kissing Steve than talking.

With the curtains drawn and the studio booked for the rest of the afternoon, Jonathan finds himself in Steve's lap with Steve's tongue in his mouth. He decides about two seconds in that he's got enough pictures for the day.

#EMILY FINALLY WRITES STONATHAN!!!!!! MY BOYS!!!#emily writes #stonathan #stonathan fics #stonathan ficlet #stranger things #steve harrington #jonathan byers #stranger things ficlet #stranger things fic

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kinopio-writes · 2 months

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Ask: A one-shot with Vox and a Fem!Reader who is an Overlord that deemed a less high position but kept being her chaotic neutral self nonetheless. She and the Vees were playing a game and she won in the worst way possible. (tried to remember all the things @matrixbearer2024 told me so, uh, sorry if this wasn’t what you meant)

A/N: I accidentally posted this completely unfinished and deleted it as soon as possible so I lost the request. Vox is one of the harder characters to write because most of the time he’s on screen, he’s shitting on Alastor. Hopefully he gets more developed in season 2. I used his controlled and controlling characteristics a lot here.

Um, this turned out neither platonic nor romantic. I was focused on establishing their dynamic here, so this might turn into a series. Enjoy! I liked how the story turned out to be (although the pacing might be rough).

Words: 1,569 (edited)

Warnings: Valentino (he’s not acting like how he does around Angel, mostly because Vel’s your friend and you’re not a worker in his studio)

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Vox x Fem Overlord!Reader who had taken the backseat

The doors to his office slid open, allowing the bright light from the other room to pour into his TV-adorned space. The light blocked him from seeing the other side of the screens, and the suit-clad demon sitting on his swivel chair jerked back from whatever he was paying close attention to, bringing him back to reality.

“Um, Sir?” A nasally voice piped up from the light.

His boss quietly groaned in irritation, not bothering to turn around to look at him. “What is it?”

“We have a problem.” Of course, there was. Ever since that old prick suddenly came back, things have been not going well for him. Well, it was mostly because he let that piece of shit get to him. “We’ve been receiving numerous complaints about our new voyeur scopes.”

Vox merely waved a dismissive hand, eyes glued to the screen in front of him. “That happens all the time. If the protests persist, get someone to start on a new draft.”

His assistant left right after, and as Vox heard the doors close, he let out a heavy sigh, deciding to change the setting of his screens to watch over his district.

“Let’s see what the fuss is all about, shall we?”

•••

You had smashed another one of the flying drones.

You’d been doing that for quite a while, settling that as your first order in business after letting someone take over your district for you, granting you more freedom. There wasn’t much thought in the decision. You had just grown tired of being a leader and gaining more power. You liked being laid-back, but it wasn’t as if you’d settle on the retirement (after)life. Now that would be just plain boring.

VoxTek Enterprises was a brand you were familiar with. Not as a customer, but as a friend to someone who was close to the man behind the title: Vox.

You didn’t have anything against the guy—Vox was a charming fellow when you first met him. When he approached you, you were happy to disclose any questions he had, although you noticed that his left eye started to swirl as you spoke. It went back to normal quickly, however, so you went back to your usual talking pace. He ended the conversation briefly after that, and you were approached by more overlords during that event. (heavily edited this paragraph)

Now, you were hanging out with two of the three Vees. Velvette immediately invited you to chat about your new position after she heard while Valentino was lying on the other couch beside yours, on his phone.

She pried for an answer as to why you’d done what you did. When you gave her the direct answer of simply getting tired of it, she changed the topic to new fashion trends. You agreed to be her temporary model for her newest drafts, and Val piped in if you wanted a photo shoot for a magazine for an entirely different cause. Vel swatted his head away, rejecting his offer for you.

When the chatter had slowed down to silence, you explored around the spacious room as the others scrolled through their phone. You managed to find a video game that was unsurprisingly made by VoxTek. It was quite an old product, but it looked interesting enough, so you called out to the other overlords in the room if they wanted to play. They agreed.

•••

Vox’s eye twitched, snarling as he watched you get all buddy-buddy with Valentino and Velvette. And playing his game, no less? The fucking disrespect!

Initially, Vox liked you the moment he laid his eyes on you. That was one of the reasons why he made conversation with you, even if he had non-amicable intentions. You also had been gaining more power at the time and the other stronger overlords noticed, including him. He speculated on your potential to grow more influential and wanted to be acquainted with you for future use. However, you were instantly on his watchlist when he realized he couldn’t hypnotize you.

During the conversation you two had, he managed to get you to tell him how you got into your position, which didn’t even need much prying. You didn’t like business and politics, you hated forethought, and you didn’t even know there was such a thing as a hierarchy in Hell—you thought everyone just did their thing and be their worst, which was just fucking stupid.

You were reckless, an oversharer, unprofessional, passive, and unpredictable. In other words, you were an uncontrollable freak who had too much power. He didn’t understand how you were still alive.

Vox felt threatened when you made friends with Velvette before she even joined the Vees. He knew he couldn’t convince her to stop being in contact with you, so every time you two hung out, he would watch you two closely from his monitors. So far, he managed to keep you as far away from him as possible.

Until now. You were literally in the same building he was in. You were closer to him than you’ve been in years.

Velvette’s voicemail echoed throughout his office. She wasn’t answering any of his calls.

He cursed out loud. What a pain. It seemed he had to deal with you himself.

•••

“Val! What the fuck are you doing in last place?”

You three were playing Mario Kart (Wii), or at least, the rip-off version of it. It was still pretty decent, though. You all decided that doing all thirty-two races would be a fun way to pass the time until the Vees had to do their separate things.

“How the fuck am I supposed to know? The buttons don’t do shit!”

“Use the rocket (Bullet Bill), shithead! Press the arrow key!”

“What the fuck is an arrow key—! Oh, there we go. I’m in second place! Ha! Eat shit, Princess Bitch!”

“Valentino! You blind ass, you’re blocking the screen!”

“I’m winning!”

“Taking my first place, you fucking won’t!”

You ignored their bickering and used two out of your three red shells to hit Rosalina and Toadette, a shit-eating grin on your face as you won first place.

A series of shouts and yells followed right after.

“Wait, what the fuck!”

“Who did that!”

“I did.” The two Vees turned their heads from the screen to see you comfortably lying upside down on the couch, legs hanging on the headrest.

Velvette’s shoulders relaxed. Valentino, on the other hand, flipped…the table. The TV was disconnected from its wires.

“What the—Valentino!” Velvette watched him stomp his way out of the room. “Valentino, where are you going? You better not be thinking about—…”

Velvette’s words fell silent as they both got farther from the room.

You placed the remote on the couch and finally sat upright, examining the space around you as chaos erupted from downstairs. It didn’t seem like they were coming back soon.

Hmm. Now you had the room all to yourself.

•••

You were busy rearranging the snacks and mixing their places into different cupboards when the double doors burst off their hinges and harshly hit the wall. You snapped your head to the entrance to catch a glimpse of a TV head before the doors closed back on themselves.

You snorted, going back to messing with Valentino’s stuff.

A moment of silence passed, and you stopped snooping around to check if Vox was still there, leaning down as you opened one of the two doors slightly. You saw his hands form into fists in front of you, and you immediately stood back to your height with a grin.

“The man himself!” You took a step away and opened both doors entirely, lifting your arms as a gesture of welcome even though he owned the place, and that irked him. “You know, Val and Vel and I played a game. You should’ve joined—”

“I know.”

“Oh, then the two are downstairs causing chaos.” You skipped over to the couch and sat on the headrest, falling back on the seat as you kicked your legs. “Usually that would be my thing, but—”

“I know.”

“And sorry for breaking those drones of yours. It was just—” you curled in yourself as you grabbed at your hands, “—in front of me, y’know—?”

“I know.”

“Wow, you know a lot.” He didn’t know if you meant that sarcastically or not. And that alone pissed him off further. “I’m assuming you also know that I stopped being an overlord?” You heard static in his direction.

“You…stopped being an overlord? No one just…stops being one.”

“Ooh, worded that wrong, huh?” You lifted your upper half to see the TV head still standing in the same spot. “I’m still technically one, I suppose, but I’m more, like, second in command? I’m just letting someone take over for me. The overlord life was too restricting, y’know?”

No, he didn’t know.

“Anyway, good talk.” You raised your legs and pushed them forward to stand up, making your way over to him. “I think I had an appointment with the guy who’s taking over. Thank Vel and Val for letting me hang out here. Actually, maybe go apologize to Val for me; I rearranged his cupboards.”

You patted his shoulder as you walked past. “See you soon, Vox!”

The man in question had his mouth slightly parted, his eyes still glued inside the room.

Shit. He was going to see you a lot often now, wasn’t he?

Fuck his life.

#hazbin hotel x reader #vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin hotel velvette #kinopiowrites

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rinsuniverse · 10 months

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hello~~ can i request a woozi imagine where reader is sick but refuses to tell woozi bc she doesn’t want him to worry but he finds out anyways? thank you!!

sick with woozi! ✧˖°.

this is a cute idea and probably a canon event 😭

i imagine you're probably a hard worker and a borderline workaholic like woozi

so it's no surprise you've overworked yourself and wake up the next day feeling so under the weather

for once, jihoon got up before you, which was his first red flag

he sat up in bed and saw you shivering in your sleep

but he brushed it off, thinking you must've just been cold

he kissed your nose before leaving to go to work, not forgetting to fix your blankets in case it really was too cold

the next red flag was when it was around lunch time and he still didn't receive a text from you

"that's weird," he says as he snacks on something in his studio.

he thinks "well, it's not like they always have to text first. this is a two-sided relationship, so i'll just text to check in."

jihoon: hey y/n, i hope you're doing well

you respond rather quickly

you: omg i totally forgot to text, i woke up late and had to rush to work, so i barely had time

jihoon: it's fine, really

jihoon: are you feeling alright?

you: yeah! i'm feeling great, what about you?

he shrugged off his concern immediately, trusting you completely

little did he know, you were at work, but you were feeling terrible

you had the chills, your head was killing you, you could barely breathe, and you felt like time was passing way too slowly

but you thought that you wouldn't want him to worry about you

he's the type to helicopter over you, texting and checking in every chance he gets

and even worse, he might ask to get off work early so he can care for you

which you don't want because you know how much jihoon loves his work

the next red flag came when jihoon knew you'd get off work

you always got off work before him because he loves working at nighttime

and to make up for him always working, he has you video call him and you guys just chill on call until he gets off of work and meets with you in person

he calls you and you pick up, but you refuse to show your face in the camera

that wasn't the red flag though

because he thought, "hmm, maybe they don't want to show their face today, and that's okay"

but when he goes "hey, how was work?"

and you respond nasally with "it was pretty good, thanks for asking"

his eyebrows furrow

"you sound different"

"oh, really? it's probably my allergies"

"are you taking medicine for it?"

"yeah, don't worry about it, ji."

only he IS going to worry about it

jihoon is not dumb

he still responds with "okay, hope you feel better"

it was fine until he was almost done with work, and he was going to check in with you again thru the call, but you were sound asleep

"y/n, are you sleeping? did you even eat first?"

but there was no response

everything about you today was really odd to him and he knew it couldn't just be allergies

he tried to be rational, thinking "i have slept 20 hours in a day before, so it's fine if they sleep a lot"

but he can't help but feel a little worried for you

he does rush to your home a bit quicker than usual

he goes straight to where you were sleeping, which was on the couch

this was when all the alarms went off in his head

and the way his eyebrows furrow and a frown forms on his face when he sees you shivering, breathing unevenly, and sniffling in your sleep

"i knew it," he laughs to himself

he goes and grabs a thermometer and takes your temperature, shaking his head when he sees the fever

he shakes you gently

"oh, hey, jihoon. welcome home-"

"let's get you some food first, and then i'll warm up a bath for you, yeah?"

"what? i'm feeling fine-"

"you're not fine," he shows you the thermometer. "if you're sick, why didn't you tell me? i could've come home early-"

"that's the point. i didn't want to inconvenience you or make you worry..."

"you're not inconveniencing me. i'm just taking care of you the way you would take care of me. don't ever think otherwise."

and that's when you start crying, like a sick baby who wants comfort

he pulls you into a hug, not knowing how else to soothe you

he whispers sweet nothings into your ear like "y/n, you're okay," "please don't cry, baby," and "i'm here now, let me help"

you melt into him

he quietly cares for you

he cooks you a simple dinner and even washes the dishes afterward while you sit in a warm bubble bath he prepared for you

he then waits for you to get dressed and do the rest of your night routine, then guides you to bed, where he tucks you in

he even gets multiple different blankets in case you get the chills again

he stays up all night, going between working on his laptop, rubbing your back, replacing the cold, wet rag on your forehead, and helping you whenever you need to get up in the middle of the night for more medicine or to vomit

he probably won't kiss you or get too close while you're sick, but he'd still care for you in any way he can

overall, jihoon really cares about you. he loves his work almost as much as you, but don't feel like you're inconveniencing him. he understands this comes with being in a relationship with someone you love.

please trust him next time. he wants you to rely on him sometimes, even though he loves it when you both are your own individual, independent people a lot of the time!

thank you so much for the request! i hope you enjoyed this. feel free to request more ✧( ु•⌄• )◞◟( •⌄• ू )✧

(p.s. requests are still open! i specialize in woozi stuff, but i also don't mind writing about other svt members ς(>‿<.))

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haunted-headset · 4 months

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HALLO!!! I have a request :3 do you think you could do a fic where Wilbur gets sick and reader takes care of him? Like a flu or something, idk. I can imagine he'd be a NIGHTMARE to deal with, especially with his health anxiety, on top of being clingy.

🤧 Sick boy Wilbur headcanons 🤧

a/n: omfggggg this is such a cute idea

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you're so right, he'd be so clingy & whiney & worried & ajwefhwef

"Darling dearest, do you think I'm going to die?" "...no, Wil. I really don't."

he'd be whimpering & begging for you to stay with him & not go to work

"But babyyyyy what if I die when you're at work?" "Wilbur, you have a flu, you're not going to die-" "*smooch*" "...fine."

He'd probably be reluctant to cuddle with you at first because he doesn't want to get you sick

he'd sound so silly with his nasal voice

As much as he hates being sick & wants to get better quickly, you'd probably have to bribe him with kisses for him to take his medicine

You'd also have to bribe him with kisses to force him to not go to the studio (my little workaholic)

He'd fall asleep sooooo quickly when he's sick, does not matter where he is, he will be out in ten minutes tops

He'd always be tired & groggy & cuddly when he's sick

He'd have that deep raspy voice sometimes 🤭

#wilbur soot #wilbursoot #wilbur #lovejoy wilbur #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur soot fluff #fanfic #wilbur soot fanfiction #wilbur soot fic #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot headcanons #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x reader fluff #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot x you #wilbur x you #wilbur headcanons

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sick ,, b.c , h.hj , l.f

🧷 I’m feeling icky rn and I’m pretty sure I have a sinus infection so here’s a lil fic of my skz biases with comfort for the sick reader 🥲❤️ I might do one with my bias wreckers (changbin, jisung, and minho) or maybe just the rest of skz lmao

🎐 self insert for me cuz I’m unwell so f!reader 🥲 ;; cute fluff ;; some swearing here and there ;; some angst but only cuz reader is sad and feels icky and that’s literally the only angst in here ;; it involves the skzoo babies because I have lixie’s, channie’s, and jinnie’s skzoo plushies 😋 ;;

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channie ☆

“channiieeee.” you whine from your bed, where you are desperately trying to catch some sleep to relieve your headache. you hear the rushed padding of bare feet on hard wood floor, and then the sound of feet stepping on carpet, til you feel his body dip down besides yours and one of his big arms drapes over your tired body.

“what’s up, baby? you okay? need water, an ice pack, some Tylenol?”

you giggle a bit and look at him, sniffling. “I just miss you channie and it’s lonely and cold in bed and my head hurts.”

he pouts before kissing your cheek. “aw baby girlll, my poor honey it’s so sad when you’re sick.” he buries his head into your neck, and you giggle again, then lean as far from his face as possible as you let out a chest wracking cough into your elbow.

you look back at him and he just looks so concerned. “sorry, channie, I’ve had this horrible cough the past couple days-“

you’re cut off when he lightly lays on you, burying his head into your boobs which lay snug yet braless under your camisole. he sighs.

“you don’t need to be sorry, baby. here, let’s just lay and chill, yeah? I’ve got someone else tooo.” he giggles and he fishes out your wolf chan plushie from where he’s buried under the blanket. you giggle too and cuddle them both.

“my channie’s are both cuddling with me, yayyy”

he smiles and giggles at your reaction. he snuggles further into your boobs while you hold the plush wolf in the crook of your elbow. you kiss his head, rubbing your fingers through his hair. the pretty purple leds of your room, which you bought to match his, made him look so so handsome and pretty, and you felt yourself swoon internally like it was your first time meeting him. but of course, sickness hates love, and as soon as you’re about to kiss his head again, you have to lean back and cough violently into your elbow, splattering your poor wolf chan plushie with your germs.

immediately, chan looks up, very concerned. then almost giggles when he sees your gawped expression at poor little wolf chan, and you cry out dramatically. “nooo! wolf channie is sick now!”

he giggles now, kissing your chest. “it’s okay, baby girl, I’ll just have to take care of both of you now.”

you pout and he laughs. “no need to look so sad, baby, I’m right here, yeah?”

you nod, even if this whole thing was because you accidentally coughed on your wolf chan plushie. the dramatics of it all make you laugh.

chan smiles at you, chin rested on your boobs. his cute little dimples make you smile too.

“I love you channie.”

“I love you more baby girl. now let’s get some rest, yeah?”

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jinnie ✿

hyunjin and you are doing some art together in his home studio, and though you aren’t feeling the best, you still want to spend time with him.

as per usual, he’s doing some beautiful painting, and you’re desperately trying to draw something in your sketchbook. maybe it’s your lack of motivation or the fact that your nasal passages are clogged, that your head feels stuffed full of cotton balls, that your throat is somewhat sore and your teeth ache when you inhale too sharp.

you honestly don’t know at this point and as soon as you feel a cough coming on, you accidentally toss your sketchbook across the studio and throw your head into your elbow to let out this violent cough. you don’t even register that the sketchbook hit poor hyunjin right in the shin, who cries out dramatically.

after your coughing fit, you sniffle and come back to reality, and he’s just looking at you with hurt (from the sketchbook) and also concern.

“oh! sorry jinnie-“

he immediately gets up from his stool as soon as you attempt to lift yourself up. “here here, no, I have your book, love. why’d you throw it though??”

you sigh, taking it as he hands it to you. “sorry I had to cough, and apparently the sinusitis demon took over my body and made me throw the sketchbook at you.”

he giggles at your little tale, crouching down in front of you to brush your hair back with his big hand, smiling at you sweetly. “it’s alright, princess, let’s just hope the mean ol’ sinusitis demon leaves you soon so I can kiss you again on those pretty lips.” he boops you and you giggle.

“hopefully, or you can get it and we can make out again because we both have it and it’s not a health hazard anymore.”

he laughs, patting your head. “you’re funny, you know that? look I love you but I am NOT getting sick, nuh-uh, no way.” he’s all sassy and waving his hand back and forth.

you fake pout. “but jiniiieee we could be sinusitis twins.”

“never say that despicably awful sentence to me ever again.”

you both laugh at your antics, but then he brushes your hair back again, and he helps you to your feet, kissing your forehead. “wanna go make some food to help you feel better? I could buy us some coffee tooo.”

you smile, nodding. “I’d love that jinnie. but no americano for you- you know what happened that one time.”

his face has a fake panic to it as he grips your shoulders, jokingly shaking you around. “don’t bring me back to that dark place, please, I wish to forget about that day.” he shivers, in his natural hyunjin dramatics.

you giggle. “sorry jinnie, couldn’t help myself.”

he sighs, kissing your forehead again. “I’ll go get jiniret, then we can go get some coffee okay?”

you nod happily. “okay!”

you stop for a second, turning away from him to cough again into your arm, followed by a sneeze. you look back up at him, sniffling, and giggle at his signature disgusted face.

“ewww don’t get me sickkkk.”

you laugh, holding his hand and walking to your room to get jiniret. “shush, mister.”

he playfully mocks you behind you as you grab your little jiniret plush. you swat his arm, which he laughs at.

“c’mon, jinnie, I want a matchaa.”

“coming your highness.”

you swat his arm again. “hey!”

he laughs. “love you.” he makes a little heart with his long fingers, a cute lil smile on his face.

you sigh. “I love you too, jinnie. now let’s go!”

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lixie ♡

you stumble out of yours and felix’s bedroom, one of his hoodies on your body while you hold a bbokari plush close to you. you pad barefooted down the hall and to the kitchen where felix is making brownies for you and him to share.

he smiles sweetly at you as you enter the kitchen. “hey, sweetheart. just working on some brownies, you feel okay?”

his deep, velvety voice soothes you just a bit, and you sniffle, still a bit groggy. “yeah, I’m okay, lixie. I still feel like complete ass, though.”

he giggles as you move closer to snuggle up to him, and he kisses your head. “that’s alright, love, hopefully these brownies will make you feel better.”

his Aussie accent makes you giggle, the way his better sounds like ‘bet-tAH.’ he looks at you, a little smile on his face. “what’s the giggle for, hm?”

you giggle again. “bettAH.”

he sighs. “you and your teasing, even when your sick, dunno how to deal with you sometimes.” he giggles himself, and you stick your tongue out playfully.

“you love me though.”

“that I do, princess. now why don’t you sit yourself on the counter, I’ll put the brownies in the oven and get you a drink, okay? what would you like?”

you smile and hop up on the counter, holding your bbokari plush in your lap, gently kicking your feet. “uhmm, what do we have, lix?”

he hums for a moment. “let me check.” you nod, giggling as he comes over to kiss your hands and then a little peck on bbokari’s head, and he walks to the fridge, opening it to see what’s inside. he pouts faintly when he closes it.

“I may have to just run out and buy something, baby. what would you like?”

you smile as he comes over to stand between your legs, looking up at you with his hands on your thighs. “uhmm, maybe Starbucks?”

he nods, kissing your chin. “okay, I can do that. want anything else while I’m out?”

“can I go with you, lixie?”

“baby, you need rest and-“

“pleeease lixie?”

he sighs, giving in easily. he can’t resist you much when you’re sick and say please so cutely. “alright, fine, but no getting more sick!”

you laugh, almost coughing on the spot. “I don’t think I could get any more sick, lixie.”

almost illustrating your point, you bring an arm up when your body decides you wrack itself with a heavy cough that nearly leaves your throat sore.

you look back at felix after your little coughing fit, and he’s pouting slightly. “baby you’re so sick, why not stay here where it’s warm?”

“because I wanna spend time with you lixiieeee.”

he sighs. “alright alright, I’ll go get your slides then, okay, baby?”

you nod, smiling, and he reciprocates it. “okay lixie.”

“when I come back, you, me, and little bbokari here can go on a trip.”

you giggle, seeing felix refer to bbokari as if he’s his son (which he may as well be).

you kiss his forehead. “I love you lixie.”

he smiles, bringing your hands up and kissing them before leaving to your room. “I love you too, sweetheart. brb!”

;;

hope you enjoy! this is all purely self indulgent because I’m sick atm and needed to get this out 🥲

I think it’s funny that I had the energy to get all the colors and stars and stuff 💀

feel free to like/reblog, it’s greatly appreciated! <3

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good-cop-bad-cop · 23 days

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Oooh, how about a modified #11 for the ask game? If one of them was impersonating the other, what would give it away? Who would be able to tell? Bonus: What would cause them to impersonate one another?

The studio scene spawned a lot of my thoughts on this topic. I fully believe that Good Cop DID come back- but not until after the Kragle exploded. So after Bad Cop says "I hope there's still a Good Cop in me somewhere" and draws a face back onto the blank side of his head, it's... Still Bad Cop. He doesn't really manage to sound or act quite like Good Cop (though it's enough to fool the Master Builders, likely none of which had ever met Good Cop before).

If Good Cop hadn't started to wake when he did in this AU, things would have still played out as they did in the movie, and the desperation to have his other half back would have driven Bad Cop to pretend to be Good Cop in a last-ditch bid to bring him back, like maybe if he just pretended to be Good long enough, Good would wake up again. But Bad can't quite copy Good's voice, he's not the one who spent the entirety of their adult life coaching it into a higher, gentler pitch. So he ends up using a nasally falsetto (or sounding like he sucked in a lungful of helium). That "yaaaaay!" I think was also uncharacteristic for Good Cop, but probably cheery enough to convince a bunch of people who at most had only ever heard of him.

It would be much the same for Good Cop. He would probably manage for longer without Bad than Bad did without him, but he too would reach a point where he couldn't function, either. And much like Bad Cop can't really manage to sound like Good, Good Cop wouldn't be able to sound convincingly gruff or tetchy enough to fool anyone that knew them. Probably not even the Master Builders, as they have encountered Bad Cop enough to realize something was off, even if they couldn't put a finger on what it was.

#ask gcbc #lore

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studio-of-woof · 24 days

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Ruh roh I’m having a funny idea again.

So a friend and I were talking last night about the Roger Rabbit universe and I had Digital Circus fresh on my mind. So I kept thinking about a Digital Circus actor AU.

Glitch Productions being this big recording studio with the sets of like, Murder Drones, Digital Circus and Gaslight District (that one still being under construction).

The Digital Circus cast would be rather different off-camera, like for example maybe Caine is actually kinda socially awkward yet still a loud boi. And this is his first big major role in a project.

Caine Interview:

“How did you end up with the role, Caine?”

“Well… Goose has heard my voiceover performances before and was like “I gotta get this guy on for something!” And so when I auditioned I kinda just got hired on the spot!”

Pomni would still be a bit reserved but she has a lot of confidence for acting. My friend also mentioned how she would probably have a lot of experience under her belt and so she’d kinda help mentor some of the more newer actors, like Caine and Ragatha.

Speaking of Ragatha… my friend said this about her

“Yes, and Ragatha played her character while doing collage and did not expect the show to blow up. She got to finish her last year before filming it full time.”

So the idea of Ragatha’s role also being a first big major role came to mind. So Pomni tries to mentor her, which is kind of a funny image.

Ragatha would still be the mom friend of the group for sure, she would make sure someone’s okay after doing a risky or scary scene.

Ragatha and Pomni interview:

“Pomni’s been kinda helping me with my role, like just—“

“Slowly kind of directing you?”

“That, yeah. [laughing]”

“Of course not disregarding the actual director!”

“Yeah no the director’s great, you’re great. [laughing]”

“But like, with that scene in the hallway? Where I had to act all frazzled? That took a few takes but eventually I got it down pat. I think it would’ve taken longer if Pomni wasn’t there to kinda help me with finding the right… uh… tone I guess?”

“Yeah, tone. You did amazing by the way!”

“No you did amazing!”

Now Jax is a fun one. He’s not a complete douche off camera but he still likes play harmless pranks on set. You know those pixar bloopers? Kind of like that.

Like being in scenes where he’s not supposed to be.

[Filming the scene where Pomni tries to find Caine]

“And… action!”

[Pomni opens up one of the doors. Only to see Jax standing there.]

“Sup?”

“[Laughing] HOW DID YOU GET THERE??”

“Cut!”

I’d also picture whenever he has to be a douche in a scene he’d apologise immediately after when the cameras cut off.

[Filming]

“Ladies first! … No wait why would I say that?”

[Jax pushes Gangle over]

“… and cut! That was good!”

[Jax helping Gangle up]

“I am so sorry-“

“Did I push too hard?”

“Yeah nah you’re good.”

“Alright cool. [giggling]”

Also this it was mentioned during the more recent Hunicast that everyone gets caught off-guard whenever Michael plays Jax since Michael isn’t like Jax at all, I reckon it’d be the same in this universe.

Jax interview:

“Everyone on set has said to me at least once that I don’t act like my character at all and it catches them off guard completely. I just think that’s really funny.”

The idea of Gangle being a really good actor so much so that she puts on a voice for the character has crossed my mind. Much like her VA she’d have a more deeper voice. Yet when acting she puts on the high pitched and nasally voice. Also my friend mentioned how she would say “bro” off-set so that’s a funny thought.

[Filming]

“Bro my comedy mask!”

“Cut!”

“Ah my bad.”

Not much to really say about Kinger, but I did have the idea of him accidentally pulling a hip or something when he did the scene where he spazzes out.

[Filming]

“They’re the two most mentally stable and capable characters to be pai—“

“OWWW! OUH! OUUHH! I think I pulled something!”

“Oh shit you alright?”

“Ye-Yeah yeah I think- I think I should go sit down can we take 5?”

Zooble is just a very chill person off-set. They still maintain that “idgaf” attitude, but they’re less rude about it. Though they would still have a foul-mouth. There also was probably a few times where they got caught smoking weed or having an edible behind the studio after filming.

Zooble Interview:

“Did the Gloink Queen actually eat you on set?”

“Ha. Nah. The one you saw get swallowed was a prop replica of my head. They got it pretty accurately for the budget we had at the time.”

Zooble and Gangle are besties in character and off camera for sure, but there would also be times where Zooble hangs around Ragatha a lot, kind of just unknowingly adopting her as their on-set mother lol (I blame you @/mod-bee)

More interviews:

“Are you scared of centipedes, like actually?”

“Out of character? Oh yeah. Definitely. Too many legs. No thanks. [laughing]”

“Is it sometimes frustrating having to put yourself back together a lot?”

“Eh, sometimes. It is what it is, y’know? Plus as much as I have issues with his bod, it’s helped me gotten the role so… I can at least thank it for that.”

“What’s the worst prank Jax has pulled on set?”

“He hasn’t done anything remotely harmful, he’s too nice for that. But I’d say the time he made Zooble think they actually choked him out. He was a little too good at the bit I’d say. Zooble had words for him after that stunt. [slight chuckle]”

“The one time I regret nothing.”

“Did you end up getting hurt by that bowling ball Jax hurled at you?”

��Oh that? That was a stunt double! Thank god for stunt doubles. We actually go get drinks every now and again. It freaks out the local drunks every time.”

“A lot of people online have said you look like you suffer from scoliosis, is that true?”

“How can I suffer from scoliosis if I don’t even have a spine to begin with? [laughing]”

“Are all your more… cartoony movements CGI? Any special effects involved?”

“Well…. Don’t spread this around.. but… that’s all me. It’s a special talent I have.”

“Huh. Interesting. Does that mean you can actually fly?”

“I dunno! You tell me!”

[Caine slowly floats above his seat]

Bonus:

Whenever they’re not acting on the set of Murder Drones, Uzi, N and V help out with the more technical side of filming. Cameras, lights, and whatnot. Since they can fly they help out with filming bird’s eye view shots.

#the amazing digital circus #actor au #murder drones #tadc #might flesh this idea out more I think it’s adorable

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hazbinbossbrainrot · 3 months

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Me noticing that Anthony’s personality slipping through his alter ego’s facade

Episodes:

• Overture (for a millisecond)

<> For a millisecond during filming the commercial when he said “We could improv this shit Babycakes, rawr.” considering his voice was more breathier than nasal

• Video Kills the Radio Star

<> During the interaction with Sir Pentious

• Masquerade (1x04 - majorly)

• Welcome to Heaven (1x06)

• The Show Must Go On (1x08)

Personality (as Anthony)

• Self-assertive (outside the Porn Studios contract)

youtube

• Insecure

• Hypersensitive

• Defensive

• Family orientated

<> Paternal 🤭

• Hopeful

• Easily-frightened

<> Through copping constant abuse from Valentino which would often make him nervous in his presence (and it extends outside of that when anyone comes into his space without his permission and backs away from them — ie Vaggie — due to PTSD)

• Protective

• Demanding (particularly when in a bad really mood)

• Volatile

• Comedic (genuinely)

• Loyal

• Jealous (bitter)

<> Seen when Sir Pentious was declared “official patron” by Charlie

• Attentive

<> Seen when Angel Dust rejected Cherri Bomb’s offered drugs after Husk mentioned about “undoing his progress” (and something similar again in episode 1x08 even when it was the last night of doing whatever before going to war)

• Restlessness (ADHD?)

• Brattish

• Hysterical (maniacal)

<> When really, really, REALLY pissed off; particularly when he’s called “fake”

• Vulnerable

• Traumatised (via the song “Poison; at the end)

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Other (trivia):

• Italian accent is thicker and more noticeable when he’s not portraying as “Angel Dust” (when emotional)

• Mostly likely (via the ongoing abuse from Valentino) developed a praise/validation kink (semi-canon)

• Big on consent (HC) because he knows what it feels like not to have permission of one’s body

• Definitely will develop a name kink considering he hasn’t been called “Anthony” in decades 🤭

#constantly updating #character development #just one of those things #hazbin hotel #he deserves better #angel dust #Youtube #anthony (angel dust)

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Emma, Louis, Hugo

Whoohoo!! Welcome to the end of Adrienette April for this year!! I really hope you enjoy this lil ending chapter <3. Also, please feel free to join me tomorrow as I begin Marichat May :)

AO3

Adrien and Marinette sat on the balcony of their cozy Parisian apartment, sipping on hot cocoa as they watched the city lights twinkle in the distance. The soft glow of the moon bathed them in a warm embrace, casting a serene ambiance around them. They finally got to take a brief moment of rest as their kids were inside, sleeping for what would hopefully be the rest of the night.

Marinette sighed contentedly, leaning her head on Adrien's shoulder. "I dreamed about times like this, you know," she mused, a nostalgic smile playing on her lips. “Us and the three kids. I had their names picked out since middle school and everything.”

Adrien wrapped an arm around Marinette, gazing into her eyes with affection. "And what beautiful names they are," he said, brushing a kiss against her forehead. "You know, I’d still give everything to go and tell younger you that someday you’d end up married to me. And that we’d use those names you picked out and everything. I’d just love to see you blush and stammer again."

She shoved his shoulder, rolling her eyes at him even as her lips twitched with amusement. “And I’d love to go tell middle school you that he’d end up married to Ladybug. I’m sure he’d turn just as red if not redder.”

She stuck her tongue out at him and Adrien threw his head back in a loud laugh. “You know, you’re probably right,” he managed to say after his laughter subsided.

A comfortable silence settled between them as they sipped on their hot cocoa. They looked out at the beautiful, twinkling stars, listening to the sounds of the streets of Paris that came from below them. It was peaceful. A wonderful, warm night.

Marinette eventually broke the silence by giggling, her eyes twinkling with fond memories. "Remember when Emma turned our living room into an art studio, and we found paint on everything, including Plagg?"

Adrien chuckled, nodding in agreement. "How could I forget? Plagg wouldn’t shut up about that incident for weeks. He forced me to buy him boxes and boxes of camembert to make up for it." His voice turned more nasally as he attempted to do an impression of the kwami. “Gods are not meant to be purple, Adrien. Tell your offspring to paint the canvas. Not me.”

Marinette snorted. “Yes, I do remember that! Tikki was positively delighted by Plagg’s little color change. She laughed at him every chance she got. Between you and me, I think she even tried to get little Emma to do it again.”

“My lips are sealed,” Adrien said, making a gesture of zipping his lips shut.

"And what about sweet Louis?" Marinette continued with a playful glint in her eyes. "Our little explorer who once convinced us to go on a 'treasure hunt' in the park, only to find a collection of shiny rocks and leaves."

Adrien laughed, shaking his head fondly at the memory. "He's got my adventurous spirit, that's for sure. And adorable, baby Hugo has always been fascinated by the simplest things in nature. I love how he finds beauty in everything around him."

"He gets that from you too, Adrien," Marinette remarked, a soft smile on her face. "You've always had a way of seeing the beauty in the world."

“Then little Emma definitely inherited your artistic talent.” He grinned back at her.

“Of course she did!” she said proudly, lifting up her chin. “Who do you think also grew up painting the walls in my parents’ home?”

As they reminisced about their children's antics and milestones, their hearts swelled with gratitude for the family they had created together. Adrien squeezed Marinette's hand gently, his gaze filled with love. "I'm so grateful that we managed to find each other and make a family. Every day is a wonderful adventure with all of you."

Marinette leaned in, pecking a kiss on his cheek. "Me too, Adrien. Our family is everything to me. I wouldn't have it any other way."

They sat together in another companionable silence, basking in the warmth of their affection and the knowledge that their home was filled with the laughter and love of Emma, Louis, and Hugo. As the night grew deeper, they knew that their bond as a family would only continue to grow stronger with each passing day.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #mlb #ml #fic #fanfic #adrienette #adrinette #ml fic #adrinetteapril2024 #adrienetteapril2024 #adrinetteapril #adrienetteapril #love square

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 1 year

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Hi hi!! I have an ask for the pack! I feel like you’ve answered a question similar to this but I’m not sure, so ignore this if you have LMAO

I am dying to know if the boys are more tits or ass men when it comes to (Y/n) 😭 like who buried their head in her chest even if it isn’t sexual just cuz they love how it feels that much 😭 (I feel as though I already know what Minho’s answer would be)

Anyways, I LOVE your writing and your SKZ!Pack series is honestly my favorite thing on tumblr! Much love! <3

"Sorry it took so long for us to get around to answering questions again." Chan rubs at the back of his neck, an apologetic expression pulling at his lips. "We had to consider our answers for this one in particular."

"Psh. No we didn't." Changbin scoffs, and Chan shoots him a halfhearted glare. The other alpha smirks. "We all know our answers to this question. And so does everyone else."

"Be nice to Channie." You berate teasingly, trying your very best to keep your face straight. "You know he's scared of girls."

Jisung cackles and Hyunjin rolls his eyes. "Coulda fooled us all then. Changbin-hyung never made a move on him cause he was terrified Chan-hyung was straight as a stick."

"I was not!" Changbin protests instantly and the omegas titter amongst themselves with amusement.

Hyunjin continues without mercy.

"And then we had to listen to him complain for hours about Chan 'working him like a slave driver' when in reality he had the biggest crush in existence on his mentor and studio buddy, but was too scared to do anything about it."

"That's not true!" Changbin protests again, weaker this time, knowing he's fighting a losing battle.

"Really? Isn't it?" You give him your most innocent stare. "Because I seem to remember you offering me up as his girlfriend before you even let the man speak."

"That was self preservation!" Changbin exclaims with exasperation, looking entirely too tired for this conversation.

"How is that self preservation?" Jisung interrupts, looking so gleeful it borders on wicked. "Noona was ready to murder you. And honestly, I'd be more scared of her than Chan-hyung anyday." He holds out a placating hand toward the head alpha. "No offense, hyung."

Chan shakes his head with an accepting little smile. "None taken. I get it."

"Okay back on topic-" Seungmin pulls everyone back to focus, the annoyance clear in the nasal of his tone.

"Try to suspend your fear of the female species for just a few moments, Christopher." Minho remarks offhandedly, a smirk pulling at his lips, as he glances at the head alpha.

Chan rolls his eyes. "Everyone just answer the question."

You sit back in your chair with a satisfied, eager air. "This is gonna do wonders for my self confidence."

"Oooh I'll go first." Jeongin rubs his hands together, looking you up and down slowly, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, as if he's a predator sizing up his prey.

It's not even remotely scary, and way too adorable.

"Tits. It's not even a contest."

"Yeah, because you're a baby." Jisung grumbles, trying to get a rise out the omega.

It doesn't work.

Minho mock gasps at the youngest's use of language and makes a move to cuff his ear, which the grinning Jeongin dodges easily.

"Who taught you that language?"

"Jisungie-hyung obviously."

Minho turns his death stare on Jisung, who suddenly looks a whole lot less jovial, and a whole lot more contrite.

"Sorry, hyung."

The beta accompanies the apology with a shrug, which takes away from the sincerity, but it seems to placate Minho, at least for the moment.

"Fine." The alpha sighs a long breath through his nose. "I'm an ass man. Obviously."

"Butt hunter winner every single year in a row." Hyunjin nods seriously, biting back a smile.

"He's also really good at spanking." Jisung pipes up, looking slightly haunted, as if he can feel Minho's phantom handprint stinging on his skin right now. "That shit hurts."

Minho shrugs. "I've been working out."

"Um, excuse me." You interrupt teasingly. "Can we come back to me please?"

"I am also an ass man." Changbin volunteers, raising his hand, with a smirk in your direction.

"You definitely are." You agree immediately with a slight laugh. "Why else would you buy me leggings and make me go to the gym with you? I'm pretty sure I'm not that great of a workout buddy."

Changbin grins and winks. "Guilty."

"I, on the other hand, am a tits-" Jisung starts to say, but quickly backtracks when Minho levels him with a glare powerful enough to kill. "-boobs man. Who wouldn't want to squish those things between their hands and bury their face in them?"

"My breasts and I are always at your disposal." You grin at the beta, and he looks sufficiently touched.

"Thank you, noona. That's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me."

"I'm also on team boobs." Felix looks thoughtful, and everyone turns to him in surprise. He shrugs under the attention, giving the other pack members a knowing smile. "Why is that shocking? I mean, besides sexually, they're super comfortable, like built in pillows, and I like how comforting and soft and warm they are when noona hugs me."

"Ah, baby." You coo at the adorableness of the omega. "You're also a bottom though. So you get a pretty good view when they're in your face all the time. So I'm gonna say that has also biased you."

Jisung cackles again and Felix flushes a bright red, but he doesn't deny it.

"I'm an ass kind of guy." Hyunjin remarks, slinging his arm around Seungmin, who nods in agreement.

"Me too."

"It's just nice to have something to look at? And like, noona has a nice ass, okay, it jiggles just the right amount, and I get why Minho-hyung always slaps asses now. And I used to dance, so the trained eye is drawn to a nice physique."

Everyone turns to Chan now, who has been sitting silently since the beginning of the conversation.

"Do you feel ready now, Christopher?" Minho asks, deadpan, but you can tell he's teasing, poking. "Ready to talk about women and their alien, scary parts?"

Chan sighs heavily and rolls his eyes.

"Oh my god. I hate you all."

You grin and lean your chin on his shoulder, pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw.

"No you don't. Now answer the question. Inquiring minds need to know."

"I am-" Chan sighs, looking like he regrets answering this already. "-a boobs leaning man." He holds up a hand, as if knowing the younger members are going to interrupt and burst into chaos at his admission. "I like asses too, but there's something about-"

The tips of his ears go red, and he sighs again, and you bite back a smile, because you can tell he's physically suffering.

He goes on.

"-about being able to cup something, while you're doing certain activities? It appeals to my primal brain I guess."

Minho slow claps. "Well done, Christopher. We're all very proud."

Chan sighs so hard you think he's going to dislocate something.

You can't resist teasing him a little.

"He also likes to leave marks on them. You know. Because he's Chan."

Chan groans from beside you, shooting you a betrayed look, and the younger pack members-free now from under the head alpha's stern gaze-immediately lose their shit.

"Oh my god, hyung, I can't believe I never thought of that!"

"Boobs just suddenly became a whole lot more appealing."

"You can leave ass marks too. Trust me. And it's just as satisfying. Bite into that sucker like a fucking apple."

"Double oh my god, I've never thought of that either!"

Chan leans in to your space and mutters forlornly beneath his breath to you, "Why do you hate me?"

You laugh and press a kiss to his cheek. "I don't. On the contrary, I love you."

Around you, the debate is still evolving.

"Changbin-hyung, when you thought Chan-hyung was straight, did you take him for a boobs man?"

"Of course he did! Why else do you think he was ridiculously into hyung of all people? Look at the double d's on the man himself! He knew he'd be into him, even if just for the Biddies!"

Chan shrugs now, glancing across the room to Changbin, letting his gaze linger a little longer than necessary on the other alpha's toned chest. "I mean. They're not wrong."

Changbin sighs like his soul has left his body, and the cause is Han Jisung.

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i think it would be a crime not to request this on for the cuddle prompts, i live for matty being a small tiny baby

^ like i mean they're all curled up and look small, covered up so much that all they can see are big eyes peeking out and innocently blinking at them from the blanket. how do you want them to keep a straight face.

I agree! Not filling this prompt would have also been a crime! Thank you so much for sending it in!

I told myself when I started this whole prompt thing that I was going to complete them in the order that they were sent, then you, you lovely Anon sent this one in and I couldn't get the mental image of Fictional!Matty hiding in the blankets out of my head, SO I ended up finishing it next. I hope that was okay! Thank you for sending it, and I hope you like it! Please let me know what you think! (Even if you weren't the one that sent it you are also welcome to let me know what you think lol I thrive on constructive feedback!)

(If anyone else wants to send in Cuddle Prompts they can be found here)

Thanks again!

❤️Ally

melting because they just look so cute all bundled up in blankets

George frowned as he walked through the living room into the kitchen and found it absent of Matty. He had been feeling under the weather that morning when George had left for the studio, yet he hadn’t expected him to still be sleeping at nearly two in the afternoon. His frown deepened when he stuck his head into the bedroom and realized Matty wasn’t in their messy bed either.

When he found Matty, George was going to have to have a talk with him about the fact that even if he wasn’t going to make their bed in the morning, he could at least refrain from shoving all of the blankets and pillows into a large pile in the center. It didn’t help anything in the slightest and just made it more difficult for George when he inevitably had to put their bed back together himself in the evening, so they could get in it and go to sleep. He turned off the bedroom light, not wanting to waste electricity and shut the door- lest Mayhem decide to test his boundaries and climb up onto the bed.

George resumed his search, brow furrowing as he realized Matty wasn’t in the office, the music room, the back yard or the guest room either. George’s concern grew as he went room to room with no sign of Matty. His car was still in the garage so he couldn’t have gone far, and George really couldn’t imagine him going for a walk, without Mayhem, when he was feeling poorly- especially in the London rain that Matty resented on a good day.

“Where is your Dad?” George asked, sitting down on the couch next to Mayhem and reaching over to scratch behind his ears. He pulled out his phone and quickly selected Matty’s name from his recent calls list. He bit his lip, a weird sense of dread settling in his stomach as it rang and rang before going to voicemail. George ended the call and hit Matty’s name again, relief flooding his chest when this time Matty answered on the fourth ring.

“‘Ello?” he slurred, his voice rough and nasally, thick with sleep, causing George’s confusion to grow, even as it became tinged with irritation.

“Where are you?” he asked, jumping straight to the point.

“What do you mean?” Matty asked before cutting off abruptly, George could picture it clearly, Matty turning away from the phone to cough into his elbow.

“I mean where are you right now?” George asked, not sure how he could be any clearer.

“Em, in bed?” he said, his words coming out like a question.

“Where?” George asked, growing frustrated.

“What do you mean where? Our house? Where else would I be?” Matty asked, breaking off to cough again. “Can you stop and get me some Lemsip on your way home? I think I’m proper ill, I haven’t gotten up to check but I’m pretty sure I have a fever.”

“I’m already home and you’re not here, also there’s some in the pantry with all that tea your mum keeps bringing that you don’t drink.” George said.

“Why is it in the pantry and not the medicine cabinet that’s fucking stupid, also what do you mean I’m not here I am, literally in our bed.” Matty said, his voice taking on a weak crackling quality after his coughing fit. George winced, he sounded awful.

“I just checked and you weren’t there,” said George stubbornly, if Matty was that unwell George didn’t understand why he had left and why he was lying about it.

“Babe,” Matty rasped, “I am literally in bed right now come see for yourself.”

George sighed and stood up, giving Mayhem one last pat as he did so, his phone on speaker as he made his way back into the bedroom. He turned the light on and glanced around, still not seeing Matty.

“Are you trying to gaslight me or something? I know that’s something you’ve been working on with your therapist- oh my god.” George started, breaking off when the pile of blankets in the center of the bed started to move and suddenly Matty’s big dark eyes were peeking out of the mound, the rest of his face hidden by the blanket pulled over his head. He blinked sleepily, reminding George of the soot sprites in Spirited Away, he couldn’t see the rest of Matty’s face among the blankets giving him the appearance of just a large pair of eyes.

“I’m hanging up now,” Matty said, ending the call as George started laughing, wheezing as Matty continued to stare at him from the pile.

“I had no idea you were in there,” he giggled, “god you really are fucking tiny,” he said, stepping into the room as Matty shifted, sitting up so that more of his face was visible. He had never in a million years thought the blanket pile was big enough to hide Matty.

“I resent that,” he said, “I was just really fucking cold.”

“You probably have a fever, baby,” said George, coming to press the back of his hand to Matty’s forehead as if he knew what he was feeling for. Matty let his eyes fall shut, humming softly as he leaned into George’s touch like a cat. His forehead felt hot, though George wasn’t sure if it was from the fever or the fact that Matty had been trying to suffocate himself by hiding under every piece of bedding they owned.

“Probably,” Matty agreed, snuggling back into his blankets, he cracked open his left eye again. “Also stop laughing at me, I’m ill.”

“Could you even breathe under all those blankets?!” George asked, and Matty wrinkled his nose in indignation, not bothering to respond. God, thought George, at thirty four years old Matty shouldn’t still manage to look so adorable, especially ill and unshowered, his curls greasy and askew, two day old stubble shading his jaw.

“You’re so fucking cute,” George said verbalizing his thoughts, as he kicked off his shoes and undid his belt so that he could step out of his jeans.

Matty preened as George grabbed onto the edge of one of the blankets, lifting it up so that he could climb in next to Matty. He specifically decided against commenting that Matty had settled in the bed backwards, so that his head was where their feet usually were. Matty let himself be maneuvered into George’s arms, now orientated correctly in bed as George leaned against the headboard.

Matty sighed contently, burying his face in George’s tee shirt covered chest, George’s fingers carding through his hair.

“So,” said Matty after a moment, “I should have said this before we got comfortable, but about that Lemsip you said we have...”

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1024UB CHAPTER FIFTEEN: WHAT'S HER PROBLEM?

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Ever since Gyuri helped Hongjoong out that one time for his project, he kept bugging her to continue singing for him. Gyuri didn’t want to sing— she wasn’t super confident in her abilities, and she felt super awkward in the studio. She told Hongjoong to find someone who’s more professionally trained, but he refused.

“You’re just so easy to work with compared to some of those assholes,” Hongjoong sighed. “Please, Gyu. I can’t think of anyone better to help me with my thesis.”

She caved, “Okay, fine, but now you really owe me, and you also have to coach me.”

“Yes, of course— thank you so much Gyu! Let’s go to the studio right now!”

They were both hanging out at Hongjoong’s apartment— it was originally a farce. He lured Gyuri to his apartment under the guise that they would be drinking, but in reality it was a bait-and-switch. Hongjoong immediately stood up, but Gyuri sat him back down on the sofa by pushing his knees down.

“Yo, what? I’m not mentally prepared yet!” Gyuri kept her voice steady, but inside she was freaking out.

“Well, where else am I going to coach you? The studio is the best place for that.”

“The studio is so scary, and you’re so scary when you’re in the zone,” Gyuri couldn’t help but shudder.

“Well, I want to go to the studio today—”

“You need to stop living in the studio.”

“How can I get you there today?”

Sighing, Gyuri leaned back in the sofa. The only way she could find a way to relax was to drink, but if she got drunk, then Hongjoong would kill her since apparently her drunk voice was infinitely worse than her actual voice. “What if we just… chill out for a bit? Get my heart rate down.”

“I guess I could start coaching you here. You don’t have to sing, but I can at least explain to you what to do and how to do it.”

That’s exactly what he did. He calmly explained to her how she should control her voice, how to use her diaphragm to assist her for those long, high notes, how to not sound nasal and other helpful tips. Gyuri wished she had a notebook to write all this down, but she knew that Hongjoong would re-explain it to her while they were in the studio. As he continued explaining and calming her down, the keypad outside the door beeped. The two looked at the entrance to see Seonghwa walking into the apartment, Bora’s hand in his. Gyuri had to bite her tongue to keep from gagging at the sight of this bitch all over her best friend.

“Hey, Hwa,” the two greeted Seonghwa at the same time.

“Hey, Joong. Oh, Gyu! I didn’t know you were here!” Seonghwa responded.

Gyuri held back from frowning— usually, when Seonghwa saw her, he would run up to her and they would hug. They were best friends after all. However Seonghwa and Bora were firmly hand in hand with each other. Rage filled her body, but she felt Hongjoong place a reassuring hand on her knee, calming her rage ever so slightly.

“I’m training her because she’s going to be the voice for my thesis,” Hongjoong explained. “Remember that one time she helped out with my project?”

“Oh yeah! Yeah, you have a really nice voice, Gyu,” Seonghwa smiled. “That’s so cool that she’s going to be the voice of your thesis.”

For a fleeting second, Gyuri saw a dark look cross Bora’s face. To preserve the sanity of the room, Gyuri greeted her. “Hi, Bora!”

“Hi, Bora, how are you?” Hongjoong added on.

“Hi, Hongjoong, I’m good.”

That was it. She didn’t ask Hongjoong how he was doing, and she refused to say hi to Gyuri. Gyuri, being the confrontational person she is, wanted to address it, but Bora immediately led Seonghwa away to his room. Gyuri watched in shock as the door slammed shut. She turned to look at Hongjoong, who was equally as shocked as she was.

“Did she just…?”

“She did just…” Gyuri choked out.

Hongjoong stared at Gyuri for a hot second before asking, “What the hell did you do?”

“I’m literally just sitting here! What else could I have done?”

“Maybe you breathed wrong?”

“Maybe I should stop breathing altogether.”

“You do that.”

Gyuri punched Hongjoong so hard that she heard something crack. Instead of asking if he was okay, she stifled a laugh as he clutched his arm in pain. Then, no one could say anything— loud R&B music blasted from the confines of Seonghwa’s room. Gyuri and Hongjoong both stared at each other in complete and utter shock, more than when Bora flat out ignored Gyuri, and they made a mad dash out of the apartment, Gyuri praying to god that she wouldn’t hear any fucking moans from anyone.

“Who the fuck does she think she is?! She’s a fucking piece of shit that got stuck to the bottom of his shoe!”

As they walked to the studio, Gyuri screamed at the top of her lungs, hoping that would get at least some of the anger out. She could not believe the audacity of that woman to behave like that in front of her. If she weren’t dating her best friend, then she would have totally ripped her a new one and given her a lesson on manners, seeing as she skipped it probably fucking around with some kid when she was in elementary school.

Hongjoong, meanwhile, was laughing so hard he started choking. “Piece of shit on his shoe! I’m pissing myself! Gyu, you’re so amazing!”

“You gotta let me beat her ass one day.”

“What, you want her to play video games with you, Iseul, Mingi, and Jongho?”

“Joong!” Gyuri got annoyed with him.

“I’m kidding! Violence isn’t the answer, but I support the dream,” Hongjoong patted the girl on the back “However, if she played video games with us, though, she would probably run away so fast.”

“I know they’re not going to last. I just need it to end sooner rather than later.”

“I know, but what can you do? He’s happy.”

“Honestly, fuck his happiness.”

“Technically he’s doing that right now—”

“Hongjoong, shut the fuck up or I swear to God I will end you.”

Hongjoong covered his mouth and remained silent while Gyuri stomped angrily the rest of the walk to the studio. The second they stepped foot in the studio, the dynamic between Hongjoong and Gyuri changed drastically. Hongjoong was now the one in power, and Gyuri was the one who was scared.

Gyuri could barely stand up straight as she stood in the recording booth. They went through numerous takes, each one worse than the last. Hongjoong was getting visibly frustrated, but Gyuri could tell he did his best to not explode on her.

“If it’s Bora and Seonghwa that’s bothering you, then I get it. If it’s you doubting your vocals, then I’ll kill you,” he told her.

“It’s the Bora thing, I swear,” Gyuri promised.

“Are you still crushing on Seonghwa?”

“…Yes.”

“Fuck. Yeah, that’s going to be hard to get over for sure. Lemme think for a second,” Hongjoong went silent, causing Gyuri to panic slightly more. She was so much more nervous now than she was when she first agreed to be the voice for his thesis. “Wait, I have an idea.”

His idea was to text the group chat and ask for reinforcements. He didn’t say why, but he told Gyuri it was to serve as a distraction so she couldn’t think about how miserable she was without Seonghwa. The ones from the group who showed up were Mingi, Wooyoung, and San. Gyuri couldn’t help but avoid eye contact with San— she didn’t remember much of the GNO after Iseul left, but she did remember saying Seonghwa’s name a lot, and she can’t say this for sure, but she thinks she remembers reaching for him before he left. A light blush found its way onto her face as she slowly started to recollect that night; she was so embarrassed. It probably also didn’t help that this was the first time they had seen each other since that night.

“Okay boys, here’s the issue. Bora and Seonghwa pretty much walked into the apartment when Gyu and I were there, and they started having sex— the music got really loud— so now she’s just not mentally here. Let’s try and distract her!” Hongjoong cheered.

“Okay!” the boys chorused.

Apparently, distracting Gyuri was a seemingly impossible task; of course, they didn’t know that it got harder from there just because she was flustered about the San issue as well, but regardless, they did their best. Nothing seemed to be working. Mingi’s cutesy act didn’t work, Wooyoung’s funny faces didn’t work, and San just… anytime he went, the progress the group made vanished. Hongjoong looked like he was about to lose it at that point, and Gyuri felt really bad, but her anxiety was still through the roof.

“Hey, wait, San,” Wooyoung stared at San’s face.

“What?”

“You have an eyelash on your cheek.”

Wooyoung removed the eyelash from San’s cheek, also using the opportunity to shoot a little finger heart his way. Gyuri burst out laughing at the sight of San getting flustered at Wooyoung being so close to him. Everyone stared at Gyuri in shock.

“What the fuck?!” San seemed mortified.

“Woo, keep going! Please!” Gyuri managed to say in between laughs.

Wooyoung gladly obliged. He put one hand on San’s shoulder and started sexy dancing all around him. Gyuri was thoroughly enjoying the show Wooyoung was putting on for them. “Ooh, yeah, baby, you like that, huh?” Wooyoung whispered loudly and seductively to San.

“Wooyoung!”

“Yeah, that’s right. Say my name.”

“Why?! Gyu, why?!” San was trembling and trying to get away from Wooyoung, who only got closer.

“My eyes!” Mingi cried as he watched the whole scene from in between his fingers.

That last bit was the cherry on top Gyuri needed. She shot Hongjoong a thumbs up, who was also partially distracted by the show. He hushed the boys, and the session started back up again. Now that she was relaxed and confident, Gyuri was able to get through the song beautifully with little to no mistakes. By the end of the session, tears were streaming down Hongjoong’s face, Mingi nearly dislocated his jaw, Wooyoung fully folded and bowed on his knees, and San’s face got so red he turned into a tomato.

Thanks to the help from the boys (mainly Wooyoung), they were all able to head back to 1024UB before midnight— a first for Hongjoong. Wooyoung decided that this qualified as grounds for celebration as he asked happily, “Karaoke?” only to get shot down quickly by everyone else in the group. The rejection seemed to hit Wooyoung hard seeing as how he pouted all the way home.

Things still seemed to be awkward between Gyuri and San. “Hey, I want to apologize to you for that night.”

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it,” San seemed to have brushed it off, but not in a cold way. Gyuri couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but she did feel the dynamic between them shift ever so slightly after that night.

“I just… I don’t remember much from that night… Could you fill in the blanks for me? Please?”

San nodded.

“I only really remember putting my head down at the bar… and that’s it.”

“Okay, so Mingi, Joong, and I had to carry you, Woo, and Sang home. Mingi had Sang, I couldn’t give Wooyoung a piggy back, so I gave you one instead, and Hongjoong literally dragged Wooyoung all the way home. You pretty much slept on my back all the way until we got to the elevator, but then you woke up…” San trailed off.

“Yeah?”

“You, uh, you moaned my name in my ear…”

Gyuri averted her eyes immediately as her face heated up. What the fuck did drunk her do?

“But then, you said the weirdest shit? You said Seongsan?”

“What the fuck is a Seongsan?”

“That’s what I want to know! I was so confused. Anyway, then we got to your bedroom, you cried for Hwa, and then you pulled me into bed with you,” San got quieter by the word. “You only really kissed me the whole night before you went to bed.”

“…That’s it?” Gyuri blinked.

“That’s it. Well, I left an hour later, but yeah, that was it.”

Gyuri let out a huge sigh of relief. She was so worried she said or did something really crazy, which is probably why things felt weird between them. Now that she knew, she felt like she could be herself around him again. Yet, things still felt a little weird. Gyuri tried to ignore the tiny bit of doubt she had in her head by looking at Wooyoung, who was still sulking. “Give Wooyoung a kiss,” she whispered to San.

“What is wrong with you?” San whispered back.

“He’s pouting. Just give him a kiss on the cheek and he’ll be happy again.”

San rolled his eyes at her, but he still listened. He hugged Wooyoung from behind and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, Wooyoung’s mood improving within seconds. He practically had a little skip in his step as he walked a little faster.

“Told you,” Gyuri pointed out.

“Shut up.”

They finally got back to 1024UB after their long trek from the far side of campus, and they all went back to their respective apartments. What Gyuri wasn’t anticipating was that she kind of expected San to come with her that night, but he went home. After the Seonghwa episode earlier that day, she would not have minded if he had spent the night. Sighing, Gyuri got into bed and texted him.

PRIVATE MESSAGE: choosan

gyuday: anime?

San did not respond to her. After about an hour of waiting (and getting ready for bed— she was not that desperate) she finally decided to call it a night and sleep. Gyuri went to bed feeling a tiny bit unsettled, fearing that she may have ruined her friendship (with benefits) with San.

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