Art of the lovelys @esselley Kageyama from herkagehina hq!! fan fic series “Hunger” which is AMAZING BTW SO PLEASE GO READ IT!!! SO SO SOOO GOOD!! Just can’t get over kages LARGE size in the fic HURHURHUR XDDD so enjoy hunger kages with is little teacup most likely watching hinata EEEEEEEEEEE
also i cant forgot to thank @reallycorking for helping me out with the feet and and the one hand that was killing me for so fucking long that i wanted to cry because feet are so damn hard and you saved my life thanks you so much rc bless you *hugs you to death*
oneshot with Yoongi. like he had a super bad day cause he couldn’t finish a song or smtg and u just wanted to talk to him and give him some food because he’s been hours locked in his studio and he lashes out at you. But super fluffy at the end?
AN - I changed the original request a little bit, I hope it’s okay ~ The idea of Yoongi actually lashing out at anyone is so heartbreaking though… I hope you enjoy -Kaitlin
Genre: Angst | Fluff Members: Yoongi x Reader Word count: 2,894
Is there an AU where the bros discover the fandom on AO3 yet? No? Well….
It has to be Gladio who discovers it all first, because he’s bored, and he ran out of books to read on the trip. The first thing he clicks on is the fic with his name and also mentions Cup Noodles in the tags because fuck yeah, he loves himself and Cup Noodles, damn this is gonna be a good one.
“The Flavor of Love” by Illuso. He regrets his life immediately, because this is a fic about him just…. fucking a cup of noodles. So the rest of the guys sees him dying in the back seat of the Regalia, muttering something about how the idea behind the story was enough to give him Starscourge, and Prompto’s curiosity gets the better of him, and he decides to look up this “Archive of Our Own” on his phone.
Of course, the MT!Prompto hashtag is what catches his eye and the life drains out of him, because what have the guys read about him? So he clicks the most promising one, with the description saying “tons and tons of character backstory”. It’s “Heavy Metals” by LadyProto, and wayyy too long for Prompto to read in full. He skips to the last chapter, skims it, and– “What the fuck.”
“Quicksilver followed Ardyn to the throne, scuttling cockroach-like in the wake of his footsteps.” He blinks for a minute then locks the screen on his phone.
“Not a cockroach, not a cockroach,” Prompto mutters to himself in a silent prayer, obviously scarred by the image and terrified that this would even be a thing. “Wasn’t made to be a cockroach.”
Noctis didn’t care at first, but now that Prompto is whispering to himself, in a fetal position, and muttering something about cocks, he absolutely had to see what this was all about. Now he’s sitting there all smug, because the top fanfic, with the most kudos is a Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum fic: “once more, like it’s our last” by bellpickle. He isn’t even done the first chapter, and it’s a short chapter, and his smirk is already wiped clean and he’s reading the whole damn thing like no tomorrow.
So a few minutes later, and the boys still haven’t grown the fuck up, and Ignis stops the car to tell them to get out, because Prompto won’t stop rocking himself back and forth in his seat, the future King of Lucis is giving his phone water damage by literally crying on it, and Gladio is still trying to reassure himself that there’s no wrong way to love Cup Noodles.
The moment they step out of the car, these kids explode on their squad mom.
“Ignis, he-he doesn’t want to marry me. I’m gonna die, he’s gonna die, we’re all gonna die, and he doesn’t want to marry me.”
“Iggy, please take tangerines out of your recipes. I never want to see a tangerine ever again. I’m begging you.”
“Ig, would you still love me if I fucked a cup of noodles?”
Ignis deadpans, and figures the best solution is to give them a fic that would un-traumatize them. Antidotes are made from the poison, after all. Ever the mature one, he takes out his phone, dodges the angst tag like a boss, avoids any Rape/Non-Con warnings like he does with daemons at night, and filters out anything rated Mature or worse, because these three are anything but mature.
He decides on “Running Down a Dream” by @tenshinokorin because thank the Astrals it’s rated T, and has the heaven-sent “time wasting nonsense” tag, because that’s definitely what is going on right now. And it’s 28 chapters, and if they don’t stop internally dying by the end of the 28th, he swears he’s going to cut into their finances and use up some curatives.
Ignis sits them all down by the road, bedtime story style, and it went by exactly as Ignis expected. Prompto is still laughing about the oodles of noodles chapter and it’s only helped Gladio to recover from the Cup Noodles fic. Noctis fell asleep, a cheeky smile plastered to his face, right after the chapter where he gets his magical first kiss with Prompto. No one expected him to stay awake until the very end anyways. Then they reach chapter 22, and it’s all about Ignis’ deepest and darkest phobia. Ignis trails off after a couple paragraphs, wakes Noctis up, and proceeds to sit in the back of the Regalia downing can after can of Ebony and hoping the all the energy he’s drinking would buzz the images of leeches (and the entirety of this day, along with the many MPreg tags) straight out of his memory. :D
How about a blurb where harry shows his girlfriend how he edits/records a song etc? it could be cute/fluffy/smutty ??
I could hear the soft rumble of bass coming from the basement the moment I opened the front door which meant one thing. Harry was downstairs in the studio. Usually I avoided going down there when he was in creative mode. I didn’t want to bother him or get in the way. He always used to tell me how hard it was for him to get going on an idea so I didn’t want to take him out of the zone.
But today, today was different. I had spent the morning arguing with my mother about living in Harry’s house even though we weren’t married. She was a southern belle and you “just didn’t do that” where she came from.
The afternoon was a series of one meeting after another where the males in my company felt it necessary to speak to me as if I were stupid.
And somewhere in the middle was a lunch that I spilled on myself after the fork went through they styrofoam.
I needed comfort, closeness, familiarity.
I needed Harry.
Was it selfish? To go downstairs and interrupt him just because I’d had a bad day? It was. I admit it. But I just needed a few minutes of cuddling while he kissed my hair and held me close. I promised myself I’d go right back upstairs and leave him alone.
I crept down the stairs as silently as possible, making my way to the door. I heard the playback of a song he had probably just laid down the voice track for. Perfect timing for me to get in and get out.