SIR,,,

god sorry but little law and corazón are killing me

-> bullet train mentioned on a sticky note in tom's apartment

-> bullet train movie exists in the fall guy universe

-> tom ryder and tangerine both played by aaron taylor johnson

-> tom ryder played tangerine in bullet train in the fall guy universe

I am crying and so close to puke cotton candy

It's not your fault (Baek Yoonho x Gn reader hurt/comfort)

Request: Nope

Pairing: Baek Yoonho x Gn reader (married)

Synopsis: After the Jeju Island Raid, as the guild master, Baek Yoonho has to keep going. However, as his partner, you see the cracks.

Tw: SPOiLER FOR S2 OF SOLO LEVELING, brief mention death

Notes: We need more fanfic with this man.

Coping the loss of someone can be different for everyone. For Baek Yoonho, as the White Tiger’s guild master, work was for him the easy way to trying to forget what happen during the Jeju Island raid. Of course, at the end, the threat was killed thanks to Sung Jinwoo and his shadow and the world was safe again.

You remember the blur of emotions when you saw your husband coming back home alive after seeing him deeply wounded by the Ant monster. It was a mix of relief and happiness that quickly turned into pure sadness as Yoonho dropped the bad news: Min Byung-Gyu has been killed during the raid. His best friend is dead. You cried so much that day, in the arms of Yoonho, who tried to stay strong for you but you felt his body shake and saw his eyes with unshed tears.

Some weeks after the raid, everything went back to a sense of normality. The grief was still there in both of your hearts but as a guild master, Baek needed to keep going without failing his teammates. Filling his time with more paperwork every day, it was now a regular pattern for your husband to come home late when you are already asleep. You only saw each other in the morning, however his growing eyebags didn’t get unnoticed even if you don’t have his sharp perceptive ability. Understanding the situation, you are not mad at him for it, on the contrary. You know that Byung-Gyu’s death took a toll on Yoonho, what was worrying you is the fact that he doesn’t want to talk about it, that he is keeping everything for himself, carrying this burden along with his charge of Guild Master and S-rank Hunter. You need to help him; he was there when you were grieving, so it’s your turn to show that you are here for him.

One night, when you were already in bed like always, you heard the entrance door open and recognized the footsteps of your husband around the apartment. You heard him coming toward your shared room, enter it slowly to not make any noise to not disturb you (even if you were not sleeping) and went to the bathroom to take a quick shower, washing off the day at the guild. When Yoonho came out, he was wearing a simple white tee-shirt and his boxer and quietly slipped under to cover, his back turned to you.

You heard his sight of tiredness, making your chest ache a bit in your ribcage. It’s now or never. Softly, you moved toward your husband and your arms went around his torso and waist, one hand on his beating heart, your head in the crook of his neck, spooning him. It was rare for you to be the big spoon but this time it was what he needed. Feeling his body tense a bit and then relax a bit in your hold, one of his hands gripped the one on his heart.

“Did I wake you up? I’m sorry sweatheart.”

“No, it’s okay.”

A heavy silence fell between the two of you. You can actually feel the tension and exhaustion in his entire body.

“Tiger?”

He hummed at the nickname. Before speaking, your hold tightens and you think about the right word to say:

“I…I know that loosing someone is hard, especially Byung-Gyu, and I know that I’m so far away from what you are going through but I just want to let you know that…That I’m here for you. As a listener, as a friend, as your partner...It worries me to see you building a shell around you when you are hurting. I can see it and I want to help you…like you helped me. You don’t have to be strong with me, I’m just Y/N, your partner… So please, talk to me so we can share your grief, so you’re not alone in this, I’m here for you, my love.”

Yoonho didn’t answer right away, making you worry that your choice of words was not correct and that you just upset him more. What you did not except, was for him to bring your conjoined hands for a soft kiss. His body was still stiff and he was still not facing you but you felt with the gesture and the shaking of his hand, a small crack on the wall he builds around his own heart.

“I saw him again after his death.”

Your eyes widened at his confession, but you keep your mouth shut.

“Hunter Sung resurrected him as a shadow to heal hunter Cha from a fatal wound, which he did. It was real, he was real. But you know that he always hated violence, always hated fight, that’s why he was a healer… Why he retired before the raid.”

You nodded your head, showing that you are listening and quickly you sensed what was going on inside his mind.

“When Hunter Sung let his shadow go, as I asked for respect of his choice, he…he smiled at me like he knew what I was thinking, like he wanted to tell me that-“

His body was shaking now and Yoonho tried to stop the sob that wanted to come out. Your heart broke at the sight and you usher him softly to turn over and face you. When he did, you saw his eyes were filled with tears that were threatening to spill. Placing a hand on his cheek, you finished his sentence.

“That it was not your fault.”

Those simple words were the final straw for his tears to roll slowly. Grief and guilt are not the best combination for someone like your husband, when the death of his comrade is affecting him so much.

He was fully crying in your arm now, sharing his pain with you and letting go of all the emotion he kept for himself. And you were her to welcome it, tightening you grip around him with both arms, mumbling words affection and slightly tracing circle on his back to sooth him. The two of you stayed like that for a long time until his tears dried out. When your eyes locked on each other, it was not the S-rank hunter that was looking at you but your grieving husband. You wiped the remaining tears off and you placed a soft kiss on his lips.

“You are not at fault for his death.”

Yoonho was ready to argue but you cut him off, wanting him to listen to you.

“He knew the risk when he chose to be in this raid like you or Jong-in. Death and Hunter will always be tied together.”

“He was retired when he decided to come for the raid, and because of what? Because of me, because I told him that I was going to Jeju Island!”

“But he chose for himself.” you looked at him with understanding and fondness. “He could have just let go of this idea and go back to retirement but he didn’t, because he was an amazing hunter, because even if he hated violence, he wanted to help as much people as he could. He wanted to help you like always when you were a team. I know it’s not fair and I know that it hurts but the smile he sent you was not for you to feel guilt about his death but for you to remember him for his determination and devotion.”

You smiled at your husband with only sympathy and gentleness in your eyes. He sighs shakily and brought you in his arms this time, his forehead on the center of your collarbones.

“I was a shitty husband for the past few weeks, huh?”

“No, you were just grieving and in pain and that is completely fine Tiger.”

“When are going to stop using this one?”

You chuckled teasingly: “Never.”

Yoonho shook his head, a small smile on his lips. With your arms around each other, he finally found a place where he does not have to be strong all the time.

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Sorry again for my grammar errors, English is not my first language :)

And it is amazing, thank you so much!

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Smosh Cast X GN Reader / Damien Haas X GN Reader

Type: funny/fluff

Relationship: Friends/Coworkers

Summary: Reader is a cast member at Smosh and it's their time to be the host of 'What would (blank) do?"

Use of they/them pronouns for reader

1.556 words

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“Welcome everyone to what would [reader] do! The show where I will be reading some questions, give my honest answer and then my friends will try to guess that answer.” [reader] presents from their clearest voice, looking at the camera in front of them.

Behind the camera Emily the director gives them a sign to continue longer with the intro. The young cast member stops nervously and thinks for a few seconds before chuckling and remembering. “And the friends in question here today are Angela, Tommy and Damien Haas.” Emily nods.

“Why does Damien gets to have a last name and not us? That’s not fair!” Angela interjects.

“With me are Angela Giarra-” They try to start again.

“Oh no no it’s fine, don’t bother.” Angela turns to look away from [reader], faking being hurt.

“But that’s true, why don’t I get a last name? Is it because I’m gay?” Suddenly says Tommy, seeing the situation as the perfect time to crack his first joke.

All cast members crack up laughing, Angela turning back to face her friends. The youngest already having their face in their hands realising how chaotic this shoot is going to go.

“Well, it’s okay, we can’t all be [reader]’s favourite.” Damien let’s out grinning at Angela and Tommy while fidgeting with his pen.

“Yeah exactly you both will get a last name when you get to Damien’s level.” [reader] jumps in on the joke, entering a serious composure not daring looking at their friends. Not wanting to linger on the thought that the joke may hold some truth. “Anyway, time for the first question.”

They pick up the first card. “Congratulations, I have won the lottery, what do I do with my winnings?” [reader] says with an excited tone.

The young cast member holds the pen in their hand, tapping it on the table trying to think of the answer. Damien holds up his mini white board, thinks for a few seconds then glances toward [reader] and starts to write down his answer. Angela is chuckling to herself writing.

“So the lottery is like, millions right, like a LOT right” asks Tommy.

“Yeah, basically if I had a tone of money, what would I do?” answers [reader].

“Okay, okay.” Nods Tommy.

After a bit, when everyone is done writing, the director tells [reader] to start asking for the answers.

“Okayyy, um… Angela I heard you chuckling, what did you write?”

Angela flips her board. On it is written ‘PLUSHIES’.

“Plushies?” Asks [reader].

“no, it’s PLUSHIES. I think you would buy lots of plushies. Or like you know the big ones they have in fairs? I think if you had money you’d by TONS of them. I was picturing you with all those giants plushies in your small apartment and the image made me laugh. Just, let’s just go to someone else’s answer.” She shakes her head and starts wiping her board.

“NO, no, that’s good I do really like plushies. But I do already have big ones at home I don’t need to win the lottery to spend money irresponsibly.” They pan at the camera.

“Oh yeah, don’t you have that huge shark one?” Damien asks.

“Yeah I do actually. I love fishes and ocean creatures.”

“Saaaame” nods Damien.

“Well if you two nerds are done I would like to give MY answer.” Tommy says catching everyone attention.

“Oh yeah, of course, what’s your answer?”

“I said…” Tommy reveals his board. “Buy a private island. You like your alone time. You like vacations. I think you’d like to have a private island of your own to kinda isolate and recharge your battery when you want it AND do that somewhere that feels like a vacation.”

“That’s good I do love to get away from people.” They laugh. “Damien?”

“Well, I was, a little bit more reasonable than the two people on my right. Because I know you to be a responsible adult.” Damien starts to explain, [reader] makes a face questioning their ‘responsible nature’. “So I wrote…” He flips his board. “Buy a nice farm to live on with a lot of animals and pets. AND you know farms are in the country side, and you how the country side is, isolated” Damien looks at [reader] and raises his eyebrows as to insist on his argument.

“Oooooooh I like that. I really like that. ALL of you guys came up with good answers, but the TRUE answer is…” They reveal what they have written down. “Buy a house! The LA house market is killing me and all I want is to be able to live in peace in a house that I own.”

“Bullshit.” Interjects Angela. “You win the lottery and simple buy a house?”

“Do you know the price of a house in LA Angela?” Damien jokes. She simply shakes her head.

“So me and Damien are close, you did want to buy a place to live.” Tommy says.

“Yes, I did. Damien is a little closer to my answer though. A private Island? I don’t have the energy to manage that. A small farm, maybe. 2 points for Damien and 1 point for Tommy.”

“Urgh this is going to be difficult.” Complains Angela, head on the table. [reader] laughs as Tommy pats her back.

The shoot continues smoothly. Angela manages to get a few points but Damien stays in the lead.

“And now for our final question: If I didn’t work at Smosh, what would I be doing? Like If I wasn’t an actor what would my job be?” They read and starts writing almost immediately. “I feel like this is very easy, if you guys listen to me when I talk, I’m sure I’ve said it at some point.”

“Yup, I know exactly what the answer is, we’ve talk about this before.” Damien directly says and writes down his answer.

“Oh fuck off of course you know the answer. I’mma just write something funny I ain’t winning anyway.” Groans Angela.

“You never know, I think it could be anyone’s game”. [reader] says.

Tommy looks at them puzzled. “I, think… you have said something to me about this before. I’m gonna go with my gut. And if it’s not your answer I think it should be anyway.”

“Is this how it’s spelled?” Angela whispers to Tommy.

“Nooooo.” he shakes his head. Everyone chuckles.

After waiting for Angela to spell her answer correctly [reader] starts again. “If everyone is finished, I’m curious Tommy what did you write?”.

“I said a Chef.” He flips his board. “I know you love to cook, and I’ve had some of your food and it’s delicious. So I think you would be a Chef.”

“You do cook an amazing Lasagna.” Damien says out loud, perhaps unwillingly.

“Why thank you. I do like cooking. Angela?”

“I think you would be the person that smells candles and rates them for companies. I tried to give it a name but I couldn’t spell odorologist or whatever.”

“Whaat? Why candles?”

“Cause you got the face of a candle smeller. You look like you LOVE candles.”

“I don’t know if I should offended.” They laughed. “And finally, Damien, if you’re sure of yourself, let’s flip our boards at the same time. On three: one, two, three!”

They both flip their boards, looking into each others eyes. They stay a second before looking down seeing that they had the same answer. Their jaw drop simultaneously.

“YAyyyy.” Exclaims Damien.

“And I think that officially makes Damien our winner of what would [reader] do!”

“I mean, who’s surprised, no one. I got like two questions correct and he got like 10” Angela says.

“And that is why you’re not the favourite.” Damien laughs.

“Come on guys, you know I love you all. Even Tommy, I have nothing against homosexuals. Anyway, that concludes our video.” They laugh. “If you liked it and would like to watch another one, two of our videos should pop up on your screen. Good bye!” All the cast members wave at the camera and Emily yells cut.

“Good game guys, I am flattered that you know me.” The young actor says.

“Of course we do” Tommy says.

“I swear I know you I just can’t remember details.” Angela explains a bit stressed.

“It’s okay Ange your answers were very funny.”

The cast starts getting up, lunch should be called soon.

“Can’t believe you know me so well.” [reader] says to Damien who is now standing close next to them.

“I have a good memory. And I like knowing stuff about you.”

The two locks eyes and the younger is quick to look at the ground and chuckle.

“Well I think we should head for lunch. Want to eat with me?”

“With pleasure.”

They walk side by side towards to kitchen starting a new conversation. Occasionally locking eyes with their fingers brush and they realise they may be standing a little bit too close for coworkers. Standing too close for just friends…

The end.

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A.N: Wrote this for a friend and thought I would share!

English is not my first language.

IM NOT SEEING ANY CORAZON X READER FICS, WHERE IS MY POOKIE BEAR…

IM DRINKING UP ALL THE HEADCANONS BUT IT ISNT ENOUGH, I NEED HIM IN EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING NOW

WHEN IS MY HUSBAND GETTING THE ATTENTION HE DESERVES

i am healthy, i am wealthy, i am rich, i am that bitch

So what's your name? (Platonic Bad Omens X trans man Reader fluff/comfort)

Request: Nope

Pairing: Platonic Bad Omens x trans man reader

Synopsis: You came out as trans FTM to your friends, the Bad Omens boys.

Tw: brief mention of self-harm, self-loathing and dysphoria

Notes: You are all amazing and loved <3

Thank you @louis-the-french-one for beta reading this fanfic.

(picture found on Pinterest, not mine)

Today was the day you had decided to come out as a trans man to Bad Omens. You were friends with Folio and when he joined the band, he kind of dragged you with him for the adventure because: “everyone will love you and you are important for the group” he had said, to which you shrugged but you still went with it. You didn’t know that this decision would lead you to meet those who would become your best friends.

You helped with the merch selling during tours and would help Matt as much as you could so as to not feel like you were doing nothing. It made your relationship with the different boys grow a lot and you will be forever grateful. With Folio, nothing has changed, you two stayed best friends and will forever. There are still funny banters and playful teasing between you two, but you know that you can go to him if anything happens. His smile, as always, lights up your day. With the others, you had slowly gained their friendship and trust, you would often watch anime with Noah and would give each other recommendations; it slowly became a routine after shows or simply when in the house you all share. You bounded with Nicholas through his cats. You saw a photo of them one day, and as an animal lover, couldn’t help but to marvel at them, which later led to you showing pictures of your family pet to him and him more photo of his to you, the conversation flowing naturally between you and him. You were a bit intimidated by Jolly at first, but it quickly went away when you two talked about your respective home countries; you found his calm nature grounding.

So, you know that everything will be fine, they’re your friends, it is not a big deal, they’re not going to hate you, right? Of course, it is a big deal! You don’t come out as a transgender man like you say hello! You started overthinking again, and your mind found itself flooded with ‘What ifs’ of every bad scenario you could think about. Lost inside your own mind, you didn’t hear the different footsteps approaching you and someone sitting next to you on the sofa. You came to your senses when a hand was waved in front of your face, Folio’s. You jumped a little and turned around to be faced with Folio’s concerned expression.

“Dude, are you okay?”

“Yup, why?”

“You were zoning out for a solid minute when we arrived and you didn’t answer when I called your name.”

When Folio said “we”, you quickly looked around and saw that everyone was here, looking at you. You run your hand on your face and send them an apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry, I just have a lot going on in my mind.”

“You want to talk about it?” says Noah, sitting on the plush armchair next to you.

You stiffen a bit, which doesn’t go unnoticed by everyone. Folio places a hand on your knee, squeezing softy.

“It’s ok if you don’t want to, no pressure!”

Your fingers started fidgeting, anxiously doubting again if it is really a good idea to tell them now. However, you know that you can’t do it anymore, feeling the itch on your skin every time you hear your deadname, wanting to crawl out of your body because of dysphoria, all the scars…You couldn’t take it anymore, you need to tell your best friends. You breathe in and out trying to calm your nerves and to think about how you are going to tell them.

“I…I actually have something to tell you guys…”

            They all nod their head; Folio’s finger was still tracing random shapes on your knee while Jolly and Nick came to sit closer to you as well on the other sofa. Their presences were not pressing which eased you a bit. Exhaling nervously, you looked down and blurted out:

“I’m a boy.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. The silence you received from them made you start to overthink again. Did I say it too quickly? Are they gonna accept me? Of course, they’re gonna accept it… and again, and again. Lost in your own thoughts, you were still not facing them. You couldn’t see the kind look in their eyes and the gentle smile on their lips so you ramble anxiously:

“I mean, I’m trans and I’ve always been a boy but I didn’t tell you because I was scared of rejection and I’m sorry because I know that you would never do that but my mind always took over and made me think of all the bad possible outcomes and-“

            Stopping yourself from rambling, you breathed in and out to calm yourself down, and finally found the courage to look at them with a timid stare. Folio sighed and brought you into a side hug, your head finding itself in the crook of his neck.

“You don’t have to apologize you know… it’s a lot to come out and I can speak for everyone in this room when I say that we’re proud of you for it.”

            All the boys nodded their head, agreeing with Folio. Tears were welling up in your eyes but you didn’t want to cry now, you needed to stay strong. Nick quickly came next to you and encircled you with his arms, hugging you tightly.

“And it’s not going to change anything between all of us. You are one of the most amazing persons we’ve met and you’re literally our best friend! We could never hate you; we like you too much for that.”

            Nick smiled softly at you after his little speech which immediately brought out the tears you had been trying to hold back all along. They slowly rolled on your cheeks while you mouthed a ‘thank you’ to all of them. Jolly stood up, went behind the couch and ruffled your hair affectionately, it felt nice, making you lean into this comfortable feeling.

“So, what’s your name?” – Jolly

“Oh yeah, so we don’t deadname you anymore, sorry about that by the way…” – say Folio sheepishly.

            Sitting up, you shook your head at him. You didn’t want them to feel any guilt about this, it was not their fault that you did not tell them sooner, it would not be fair.

“Don’t apologize, you didn’t know so it’s not your fault. I’m not angry or mad or anything. I should have said something sooner.” You sniffed, trying to stop the tears. Noah saw it and quickly left, only to come back with a box of tissues a few seconds later. “My name is Y/N, if you could use it…”

“Of course we are going to use it!” – Nick

“That’s a cool name.” – Jolly

“It suits you.” – Noah

“Let’s welcome you properly! Group hug!” – Folio

            Quickly, you were engulfed by 4 pairs of arms, squeezing the life out of you. Of course, you return it and although you had managed to dry your tears, some rolled again with the support and love you felt in their hug. Yeah, its going to be okay, you don’t have to worry anymore, unless…

“Wait, I need to tell everyone now!” you say, realization in your voice.

“Yeah, but you’re not alone in this now.” Jolly patted your head again after saying it and smirked slightly: “I mean, we could be pretty menacing if someone give you shit about it.”

            Noah nodded his head and you see a determined glint in his eyes which made your laugh.

“I’ll remember that, thank you guys.”

“No problem!”

            After this moment, they did everything they could to help you during tour and in general in your daily life. Supporting you in every step of your transition and cheering when you got your first shot of testosterone. You couldn’t find words to express how grateful you were to be friends with all those amazing people… And indeed, they were pretty menacing when someone gave you shit about your gender.

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Thank you so much for reading this, I really hope that you liked it! :)

Sorry again for my grammar errors, English is not my first language :) and again thanks @louis-the-french-one

Helloooo dear friend

May I request a fluff with Jose Pedro Balmaceda Pascal ?

Reader and Pedro are joking around in an interview and accidentally confirm they're dating please🙏

Male reader!

Hey !

Yup, you can find it here :)

Thank you for you request ! I hope you will like it.

Music in Film: The Fall Guy (2024) dir. David Leitch