#flufd

– you fall asleep on them.

　𝜗𝜚.　genre – fluff

　𝜗𝜚.　word count – 150+ word each

　𝜗𝜚.　warnings – none

　𝜗𝜚.　note – heyya, this is my first cortis piece (hope i brought them justice)!! i just got into them recently and it’s also my first time being a predebut stan ohohoho. juhoon caught my eye first (literally the cutest!!) but honestly they’re all wreckers rn… i watched their packing video and they are crazy funny, also keonho and seonghyeons can be read platonically! (i was so shocked when i found out they were older than me by a year) some members are longer than others, forgive me!!

– reblogs appreciated!!

For whatever reason, you're immune to the virus that plagues your boyfriend. And that is the greatest blessing you could receive (other than Mach's Blessing).

You didn't have to worry about keeping your distance from him!

While Dr. Retro was still trying to figure out what made you immune...you just gush to her how sweet Infected is.

Although he may forget your name from time to time, something in his heart always knows you're his s/o.

That just proves that he's still Kasper deep down, who remembers the first time he asked you out and was a total loser about it.

But that's exactly what made you fall in love with him, and even after the virus, you never stopped being by his side.

You took "in sickness and in health" literally

He gets all giddy whenever he walks into the elevator and you're there waiting for him, or vice versa.

Without hesitation he jumps into your arms, all smiley and dorky like, while you shower him with kisses.

When he gets sad bc the elevator is full, you lead him back into the apartment and reassure him you'll catch the next one, spending the rest of the night cuddling and gaming.

People sometimes forget you're immune and get grossed out seeing you two kiss

Lampert in particular always freaks out until you remind him.

Infected doesn't think his sickness is that serious, and gets irritated with people claiming it is.

You don't encourage his denial (knowing that's the virus talking and not him), but at the same time you defend him if others say he's spreading his illness out of malice.

All you do is give him another kiss to prove your immunity and that he's worthy of your affection.

Once, STAT made him feel insecure about the way he was speaking and he quietly mentioned it to you late one night....

Next time she showed up in the elevator, you went OFF on that 2-D girlie. You understood her paranoia but didn't tolerate her rudeness.

The whole time Infected was watching with shock at first, and then he had a lovestruck look when you finished and turned back to him, apologizing for getting so riled up.

He didn't care.

Could I maybe perhaps request a fluff drabble with Mizuki where the reader is trying to paint him? Just, stupid fluff where they're giggling like idiots because he won't stay still because he's Mizuki and has too much energy? 👁👁

Have a great day/night love and make sure to eat properly, drink water and take breaks. Make sure to prioritise your own wellbeing too. Also sleep. That's also important. Make sure to sleep too. Take care dude 💜✨

anything for you spoops bby! thanks so much, I hope you're taking care of yourself too 💞

ৎ୭ — summary : mizuki tries his utmost hardest to stay still whilst his s/o paints him, however, it proves to be more difficult than he thought

ৎ୭ — type : one-shot

ৎ୭ — genre : fluff

ৎ୭ — warnings : none

ৎ୭ — word count : 856

//tag list : @a-chaotic-dumbass @rurifangirl

“Mizuki!’’

“Hey! I didn’t even do anything this time!’’

You have to bite back a laugh as you spare a glance towards your grinning boyfriend who sits upon his futon. He knew exactly what he was doing - and yet he dared to give you those innocent eyes? The little snake.

“Uhuh, you’ve said that the last three times.’’ Unable to fight back the smile, you pick up your detailing brush to make a quick fix due to his sudden, uncalculated movement. “Well, I’ve meant it all three times!’’ Allowing himself to ease, Mizuki lets his shoulders relax once again. “Alright, alright. I won’t move again.’’ “Are you sure?” You peep at him from the canvas, shooting him a playful glare.

“Yes, yes I’m sure! Now paint me like one of your Tanuki girls!’’

That alone made you toss your head back in laughter before you could even stop yourself. “Quit it!’’ You manage after a fit of joy. “At this rate, I’ll never finish the piece if you keep being like that.’’ “Being like what? The love of your life?” “Mizuki.’’ A smile graces your lips as you give him another ‘warning’ look before you promptly return to your painting.

It appeared that the snake had settled down and distracted himself by staring off to the side of the wall. You’d admit, you knew from the get-go that this wouldn’t be a smooth-sailings session. After all, you had been with Mizuki long enough to know just how hyper he could be. In fact, it was one of the many things you loved about it. That didn’t mean that it made your job any easier, but at the same time - he was making this quite enjoyable.

Growing accustomed to the quiet once more, you instead allow your gaze to focus back onto the canvas - every so often glancing at your muse. You couldn’t help the small pink that had found its way across your cheeks - Mizuki was stunning, after all. However, it was only when you sat down and truly got to concentrate on him in such a way, were you able to appreciate his good looks. His gleeful eyes that shimmered like that of emeralds, his snow-white locks that perfectly framed his face and his pale skin, like that of porcelain. Every detail, every indent, every aspect - you tried to capture it all within this one painting.

If anything. . . This was an act of love.

You had become so lost in your world of thoughts and brush strokes that you were completely caught off guard when a sudden pop echoed throughout the room. With a few blinks, you theorise that perhaps you had just heard wrong. Pop.

Nope, you definitely heard right.

You pry your eyes away from the painting for the umpteenth time to face the shikigami who now began making the ‘popping’ noise with his lips. *Wow, he really couldn’t sit still - could he?* “Mizuki,’’ you call. “Huh?” At this point, it appeared as though he was subconsciously allowing himself to do such things. With a giggle, you shake your head. “Is it that hard for you to sit still?’’

“Hey! I’m trying you know,’’ playfully, he pouts. “Lucky you, you get to paint and have fun! I’m sitting here doing nothing ~” He whines, although you knew he was merely pulling your leg. If this was too much for him, he wouldn’t have agreed in the first place and would most likely have requested you stop by now. “Uhuh, well I guess I am having fun. I get to paint my beautiful boyfriend.’’

“Aww shucks, you’re going to make me go all red!’’ The snake exclaims in over-exaggeration as he brings his hand up to his cheek, only to quickly put it back in its original place before you notice. “Uhuh,’’ you coo. “Well, it is my job.’’ Once again, you allow yourself to get sucked into the world of colour and technique, you were determined to finish this piece today so that you could impress your loving boyfriend. Yet once again, you’re dragged out of your little artist zone once a newfound humming meets your ears. Now he was swaying.

“Mizuki!’’

“Whaaaaat?!”

You both release a laugh as you finally place the paintbrush down and rise from your chair. “You know, Mister. You are a very difficult muse.’’ Kneeling onto his futon, you place your hands on his shoulders. In an instant, his hands find your wrists in a gentle hold. “I’m trying my best. It’s difficult to sit still and just stare at you, you know.’’ He murmurs, leaning his head in and nuzzling against yours. “You’d make me all flustered if I were to do that.’’

Your cheeks burn with a blush before a giggle leaves your lips. “Oh Mizuki,’’ you sigh, leaning in to give him a small peck. “Never change.’’ All you receive is a small pout before he pulls you forward.

“No fair, I think I deserve waaaayyy more than just a little peck, as a reward for being your muse!’’ With a playful roll of your eyes, you lean in: granting his request and showering him with kisses.

Banner and idea from @ao3commentoftheday 's post. I figured why fucking not post something? Maybe I'll get inspired. Plus, cool banner for my rockin fan fiction!!!

So, here are the tags and some piecemealed exerpts from a GvF high school fic I'm working on. Don't know when it will be done but I'm quite happy with it so far!

Title: Pink Rubber Bands

Pairing: Sam Kiszka/Danny Wagner (Sanny)

Characters: Sam Kiszka, Danny Wagner, Jake Kiszka, Josh Kiszka, Kiszka and Wagner clan, Original Characters (including a snarky narrator, a punk ass bully, the stereotypical awful high school teacher, and some other students)

Fandom: Greta Van Fleet (band)

Length so far: 2.6k

Goal length: 10k

Tags/warnings: fluff, humor, minor angst, Alternate Universe - High School, Greta Van Teens, tw for homophobia, tw for violence (homophobes getting their asses beat), smart ass Sam Kiszka, drama geek Josh, softie bad boy Jake, boyfriend of the year Danny, coming out, high school cliches, happy ending (as always), music, me being a music nerd through the characters in general, strong friendships, sp*rts, high school drama

Summary: Sam and Danny are best friends, closer than your usual pair. How close? Kissing close, as discovered by a cheerleader with a phone, and then the whole school in a frenzy of small-town gossip. Whoops. Adding being "the" gay couple to their list of extracurriculars wasn't exactly on their class request list, but were they going to do? Taking the newly gained attention in stride - mostly - Sam and Danny continue to navigate through their year as highschoolers and as budding rcok stars. All from the perspective of a casual class friend who suddenly gets thrown into the chaotic world of Greta Van Fleet in their teens, whether she wants new friends or not.

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I snickered quietly behind my hand, looking back and forth between the teacher and Sam from my seat in the back, like the rest of the class. Danny Wagner, right next to him, sunk back in his seat and practically disappeared among the tension between his best friend and the teacher -- something he seemed to be good at. Kiszka was in kind of a mood today, I could tell, and he never got along well with Mr. Rond anyways.

My personal theory was that Sam was way smarter, and he refused to bow down when Mr. Rond pulled out the teacher voice, which 40-something-with-a-mortage-and-a-half-assed-Bachelor's thought was just not okay.

Oh, and those two - Sam and Danny - seemed to be connected at the hip, like they were the twins and not Sam's older brothers. Where there was one, you could almost always find the other right next to him; and, if not together, then they always knew where the other was. Maybe they took offence at it being called out? But it was certainly handy whenever I needed to copy a few homework questions before class began. With Danny's height and Sam's laugh, I could always find the boy I needed. 

Mr. Rond continued lecturing after the door banged shut behind Sam, droning on about one of the fifty million trading tariffs the U.S. had made during its history. Now, don't get me wrong, I love history and find it very fascinating as well as knowing it's importance... "Those who do not know history are doomed to repeat it" or something like that. But, this class had a way of sucking all the enthusiasm right out of otherwise interesting subjects that I haven't seen in any other classroom before. Maybe Mr. Rond was a vortex of boring or something (it sounded about right).

Walking to the next hall over after class, I swung my backpack to the front and rooted around in the small front pocket, looking for my ear buds. Damn! I must have forgotten them at home. So, I guess now I get to listen to the riveting discussions of my classmates talking about sneaking out, losing highlighters, and the new season of whatever Netflix thing. 

Oh, the joy. 

I then found Wagner - and Sam with him, of course - backed up against the row of army green lockers on the right side of the hall by the group of guys, scowling fiercely. The unamed-douchebag-supreme was on a homophobic tirade at the front, berating this attribute and spitting at that person and it was all a mess, especially Sam's face. No, he wasn't beat up or anything, but the rapid slideshow of expressions projecting on it was enough to give me emotional whiplash just looking at him for a second.

It sounded like someone may have had some repressed homoerotic tendencies and was feeling insecure in the face of the glorious Kiszka/Wagner hair (I am seriously jealous of both of their manes, by the way. Like, how did they get it that luscious?)

And then, as one collective, our heads all swung around to face the whistle that undoubtedly belonged to some school faculty member. 

Mr. Rond.

It was motherfucking Mr. Rond, with a finger still in his mouth like he was a dog who had eaten the homework he had passed out yesterday. 

At least five of us mumbled "Shit!" 

We all trooped into the office. The secretary waved back at me, albeit confusedly, when I smiled politely at her; I was in here every now and then for one thing or another, so most of the staff knew my face. Though, it was usually more for late slips and the copy machine, so I guess her confusion as to why I was being marched to the principal's office was understandable. 

Sam and Danny were practically cuddling on the bench next to me, by the way. Kiszka got up to get a cup of water then sat back down on thw vreaking leather. His best friend leaned his forehead against Sam's, closing his eyes and smiling a little when Sam pressed a gentle kiss to the back of his hand and whispered, "My hero." 

A door opened.

winter had come - december to be exact. blaring, yellow lights from shops were replaced with bright, multicoloured fairy lights. the nearing christmas spirit was blatantly obvious to you, as you were slumping down the damp streets, on your way back to your dorm room.

It had been a long day of lectures and all you wanted to do was crash and burn on your bed and never wake up. you desired the warmth that radiated from your bed. but alas, you were tired and hungry. at this point, around 200 miles away from your bed (you had calculated during this long, hard trek), you were convinced the world was out to torture you - you were probably a serial killer in your past life and this was your punishment.

finally, after countless dramatic ventures in your imagination, you were faced with the unpleasant shade of brown that coated your front door. nevertheless, you were relieved. the hunger lurking in your stomach grew and grew as you made your way to the kitchen. bold of your stomach to assume you had food. In the multiple cupboards lining your room, only one, solitary blue box of cereal stood.

it was a limited edition frozen 2 box and you treasured it a lot. the box was your only source of happiness (and energy). to your dismay, you had no milk. no milk. milk was an absolute essential, how could you have no milk? this was more disappointing than your grades. you had no other choice but to text your best friend, partner in crime hwang hyunjin.

you

[2:03] i need milk

jinnie

[2:03] girl its 2 am whY TF WOULD YOU NEED COW JUICE

you

[2:04] you didn’t have to reply did you,,, n e ways why are you awake

jinnie

[2:04] kdramas

you

[2:04] so can u come over,,,, possibly with the blessed cereal dressing

jinnie

[2:05] omw but you owe me !!!!!!!!!!!!

you smiled to yourself. hyunjin was always there to help. you were eternally grateful for the tall dancer. hyunjin had been your best friend for the majority of your school years. he followed you around school like a lost puppy, playing imessage games with you in class and cracking jokes from the other side of the classroom. he could relax around you.

his charms meant that he was popular with boys and girls alike. the opposite to you. he couldn’t help chatting up every human he talked to. and so his life was a constant bustle. everyone had expectations - whether it be girls expecting him to be their perfect boyfriend or teachers telling him he could go to one of the top universities if he just took one extra step in his learning.

nonetheless, he approached you, wellies in his small palms asking if you wanted to play in the mud. despite all of this, he still refused to see frozen 2 with you. it was a week after the movie had released, the spoiler ban would be lifted soon. he wouldn’t even give in to seeing it on a solemn tuesday midnight. you concluded that hwang hyunjin just had no taste.

as if a whole era had passed, you heard the boy stumble in through your front door. “I’m sleeping here tonight, outside is a whole mess - anyways here’s your milk” hyunjin fished out a gallon of fresh milk from his backpack, shoving it in your face. at long last, you could taste the strawberry rice krispies melt on your tongue. you squealed in glee. “ok shut up I need to get my beauty sleep” you heard a grumble as your best friend situated himself on your sofa. “you don’t even know pain” you quipped back. and at that point, you made sure to crunch as loud as you could.

"Hey, Pete." Tony greeted when Peter came in, but was off put by his lack of energy. "Everything alright?"

"Yeah, long day." The teenager sighed, rubbing a hand over his eyes. "Flash was being extra dickish today."

"You should report that kid."

"You and May both think that. His parents are too rich for them to give a shit about disciplining him."

"Wow, you're swearing a lot. It really must've been a bad day." The older of the two sighed, before suggesting. "Do you wanna get some food? Watch a movie? You could use a break."

"Yeah, that'd be great. Thanks, Mr. Stark." Peter smiled before plopping down on the couch and started to go through the movie selection.

Tony put in a order for Taco Bell, knowing it was Peter's favorite fast food, before coming over to the couch, telling Peter to move his feet before sitting on the couch.

"So, what are we gonna watch?" Tony asked, looking at the movies displayed on screen. "Something good or another kid's movie?"

"You can't tell me that Emperor's New Groove was not good. It's the most underrated Disney movie." Peter argued, before finally clicking on Coco.

"And it's another kid's movie."

"Don't disrespect this movie like that. You will cry." Peter told him, leaning against Tony's chest after adjusting the volume. "It's the best Pixar movie next to Toy Story."

Tony rolled his eyes, but wrapped his arm around the teen anyway and relaxed against the couch while watching the movie, listening as Peter sang under his breath.

"Remember me, though I have to say goodbye. Remember me, don't let it make you cry. For even if I'm far away, I hold you in my heart. I sing a secret song to you each night we are apart."

But before he could continue, there was a ring at the door, and Peter sat up, clearly excited and hungry.

"I'll go get the food, keep watching the movie." He insisted, going down the stairs while Tony continued to watch the movie play out.

Peter came back five minutes later with the Taco Bell and sat back down on the couch, chewing one quietly, fully immersed in the movie. And once he finished eating, he laid back on Tony's chest, and moved closer, feeling his eyes shut.

It took Tony another five minutes to figure out that Peter had fallen asleep, and so he pulled him closer and cuddled him close, noticing now that he had a large bruise above his left eyebrow and that's what he must have meant when he said that the Flash kid was being worse to him.