#I need these two happy and dancing and making out

[haostea]

enhypen bf headcanons

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: enhypen members as boyfriends

masterlist

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➺❥ heeseung

you guys are practically married at this point, like you guys have your routine down, and it's the cutest most domestic thing ever

he's actually adorable, he would care about you so much!

i feel like he is a great listener, so he would always be there when you need to vent, and he would give good advice after

not that much into pda, but he wouldn't mind a quick hug or holding hands, in private i could see him inviting you to sit on his lap a lot, especially when he's gaming

speaking of gaming, he would love it if you played with him

he gets so giddy around you, immediately lights up every time you walk into a room

i think he would be shy to sing to you, or show you lyrics that he wrote about you

but the more you tell him you love it the more you catch him telling you he what he has been up to and wants to hear your thoughts

one his main love languages seems to be quality time, so you just being in the same room as him doing your own thing makes him really happy

he also expresses his love for you in his writing where he'll write some cheesy lyrics and cringe, but if you tell him how much you love it he will write even more

would absolutely love if you pulled him up to dance, especially when you start singing he would start singing too

the more times you do this the more he'll get comfortable dancing and singing around you, to the point where he's serenading you around the house, and pulling you up to dance all the time

overall 10/10 bf

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➺❥ jay

will always be hovering over you, not in a bad way, but in more of a protective way as he wants to make sure that you are okay

speaking of making sure that you are okay, he is for sure a caretaker

thinks that you are absolutely adorable, and only wants the best for you

you are always his first priority, no matter how busy he will always make time for you

and even when he can't physically be there, he is always calling and texting you little reminders to eat, take a break, sleep

he would also make food ahead of time, so you can just take it out of the fridge/freezer and heat it up

he treats you with such softness, where he would be extremely gentle with you, as he wants to make sure you can always go to him no matter what

also such a gentleman, would drive you anywhere, constantly hold doors open for you, carry your bags, and also open things for you

not because you can't do it, but why should you have to if he's right there?

he genuinely would put so much time and effort into your relationship, and he would make sure that you never go to bed mad

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➺❥ jake

he's such a cutie pie omg, he's the definition of head over heals

at this point you don't have a name, you are known as darling, sweetie, sweetheart, love, etc. because jake will literally call you every one of them under the sun

his pupils turn into hearts whenever your around, he literally lights up when you walk into a room, like one would think he ate the sun

doesn't even care that he's a "simp" according to ni-ki because he knows he is, i mean haven't you seen yourself? of course he is

he LOVES cuddles, like good luck trying to get up in the morning, this man will not let go

his accent is so cute, so obviously one would only want him to speak in english, and if you also speak english you guys would frequently have conversations in english

but if you don't he would love to teach you, he thinks it's adorable, and feels so special that you want him to teach you

layla would love you, his camera pretty much only consists of you two, and when you guys are together he is taking thousands of photos, because layla and you in the same picture? omg it's the most perfect thing

such a gentleman, loves kissing your hand, giving you his jacket, opening doors, holding bags for you, etc.

his dream is to definitely travel with you and take you to austrailia

would be so happy if you brought him to meet your family, or bring him to wherever you grew up/where your from

actually husband material

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➺❥sunghoon

this man is aggressively endearing?

he will make sure that you eat and are okay

like he will force you to eat if you haven't and it's sweet because he is not afraid to spoon feed you if he has to

this relationship if definitely private, i could not see him wanting a public one

he's also very awkward, especially when you first started dating, he would be fidgeting and looking anywhere besides you because you're just so pretty and cool

overtime it's gotten better, but there are still occasions that make him blush and try to hide his face

he loves teasing you, which can be annoying, but he will never make you uncomfortable or go past your limit

very good with boundaries and will never pass them once they are set, unless you say otherwise

because he does love you so much and would never want you to hate him, so he knows when to back off

he knows when to be more serious and intimate, but it really only occurs in private in the privacy of your home where he can feel vulnerable

he does truly love you, it just takes him a little while to fully embody it

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➺❥ sunoo

he's the cutest and sweetest

so so so gentle with you, to the point where you think he's holding a piece of glass

loves holding your face and giving you kisses, and would love it if you would do it back as well

you're definitely his first priority over his members, like if you needed him for something he would drop whatever he was doing and go to you

loves receiving gifts and acts of service from you, like if you folded his clothes or bought him a new shirt, he is literally on the ground confessing his love for you and how you didn't need to do that

plans out dates and events to the last detail, he will not have anything go wrong, everything will be just how he planned

and since he only thinks you deserve the best he would go all out, buying balloons, bouquets, stuffed animals, even buying you an outfit

don't forget that there are of course going to be handwritten letters, that are at least a page because he could go on and on about how much he loves you

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➺❥ jungwon

such a sweetie

would be such a gentleman, where he would kneel down to tie your shoes for you, or would full on give you his shoes if it hurts to walk in yours

along with the headcanon above piggyback rides are also very frequent, not just because your feet hurt, but because he just thinks it's fun

would quite literally remember everything, like one day your walking through the mall and mention you liked a shirt, then its showing up on your bed the next day with a little love letter?

loves loves loves seeing you smile and laugh, would for sure do anything to see and hear it

he would love to just lay down in your lap and have you play with his hair, he thinks it's so relaxing and calming

i feel like he would act like he doesn't like physical affection, like kissing his cheek or ruffling his hair but he's lying, he does love it, just maybe not in public

i see him wanting a more private relationship just because he wants to keep you away from all of the hate and toxicity

overall very fun and loving, and he loves you to bits

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➺❥ ni-ki

this relationship is actually the best thing ever

it's such a young adult romance, where it's so playful and unserious, but you both know that you love each other so much

if your relationship was described it would be summed up with: teasing, playful, adorable, fun, loving

he would take you on such fun dates, like you really have no idea where he could take you, it could be to an aquarium, concert, café, amusement park etc.

i could also see him liking to stay home and just do an at home picnic type date just because it's a lot more intimate and would still be playful and fun

he would love dancing with you, especially teaching you new choreography, and if your a dancer too you guys would be constantly be making tiktoks together

we all know he tries to be nonchalant, but it's all a façade

he loves attention, especially from you, like i can stress how much he loves cuddles

and he is obsessed with you playing with his hair, like you'd be constantly find yourself sitting on the couch and he would be on the floor with you playing with his hair

would need someone who could match his energy, like when his is high you should be able to match it, because i feel like your relationship would originate from that

he does love you so bad, he really is such a golden retriever bf even if he may not let it out into the public, but in private that's your baby

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ

[waitingandwishing]

Masterlist - Next Chapter

Word Count: 3.2k "𝖫𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌" ━━ Ever since you were a kid, all you wanted was to be cared for.

Crowds from all around Korea gathered to see Huntrix's Final World Tour Concert! The buzzing energy from the cheers and excitement practically filled the air with a golden glow. Something about tonight seemed different, like something would... Change (Though it might've been because Huntrix would soon take a long hiatus).

"Mira's my favorite. She's the visual and lead dancer of Huntrix. Nobody can move like Mira." A fan with glasses dressed in a pink Mira hoodie said with a smile. "Apparantly, she's the black sheep of her family."

"I don't know why because she's so cool." A fan with a sweater and beanie scoffed, "Who else could wear a sleeping bag to the Met Gala?"

"Yeah, she's our role model." A younger fan said with her other two friends behind her. The three all had straight faces on as they stared into the camera. "She's the best. Love her."

"We're here for Zoey!" A group dressed in green and carrying signs said excitedly. "She's the rapper and lyricist."

"She grew up in America. Somewhere called Burbank, USA." A boy with a bowl cut and freckles spoke.

"She's the cutest maknae!" The girl next to him smiled.

"But when she raps, she goes hard." The boy nodded.

"She gets really scary. Like, so scary, 'You better watch out'"" The girl said as if threatening the man holding the camera instead of giving an example.

"We love Rumi!" Two girls smiled. "She's pop-star royalty. Her mom, a Sunlight Sister, died when she was a baby. But Celine raised her and built Huntrix around her."

"Rumi's voice is just incredible, like..."

"It brings us to tears!" Three grown men holding and dressed in Huntrix's merch sobbed.

"Y/N's obviously the best!" A girl with her boyfriend squealed, "She's so sweet! Her and Rumi are rumored to have known each other when they were younger though!"

"It makes sense they grew up together." The girl's boyfriend nodded. "They both have really good voices."

"Even though Y/N and Rumi are usually grouped together, Y/N's her own person too! She's got more of a softer tone unlike the rest of the girls, which we love!" Three girls said in scary unison, "They're taking a break, and they need it, but we're gonna miss them so much!"

The three girls started to clap and cheer, the rest of the crowd along with them, as the concert was about to start. The stage lights casted strobing shadows across the city skyline, painting dancing figures on the rooftop ledge. Cheers for the kpop idols could be heard even when you were as far as you had been.

"Okay, this is our biggest show yet." Rumi said. The four of you were huddled together, serious looks on your faces as you tried to take in the anxiety clawing at your hearts.

"The most songs." Zoey grinned.

"The most moves." Mira said seriously.

"Which means the most carb loading." You chuckled.

The four of you broke the huddle, raising your arms to cheer. "For the fans!" The four of you shouted excitedly.

You were so happy you were here with your greatest friends. Something about always being with them made you feel so... Happy. Usually you'd never be this content and more jittery during something as nerve-wracking as this, but you couldn't help but feed off of the other girl's emotions.

"I need like 10,000 calories to get through the choreo." Zoey said, stuffing some kimbap into her mouth.

"A thousand percent. A gajillion percent." Mira nodded.

"Mira, that's not a real number." Rumi commented.

"It is for our fans." Mira said.

"Our fans deserve the best." You smiled, eating your food with much more decency than they were. Sure, you were hungry, starving even, but you really didn't want to risk staining your new costume for this performance.

You watched as Rumi shoved down a whole roll of kimbap before letting out a cough. You laughed before quickly patting her on the back. She coughed, wheezing for a moment before finally swallowing it with a sigh. "Thanks, Y/N," Rumi said.

"No problem." You smiled.

"Okay, time for our pre-game ramyeon!" Rumi announced, grabbing the four cups and handing them to the three of you. You held yours, the title "Amen to Umami" staring back at you. Zoey had come up with the funny wording.

"Happy fans, happy Honmoon!" The four of you beamed, cheering your styrofoam cups of ramyeon together.

"Wait, there's no water in these." Zoey realized, a sad expression now on all of your face. You sighed, standing up and going to the oddly tense flight attendant who was pouring... Coffee into a flower pot?

"Um, excuse me, miss?" You stood in front of her.

"Yes, Miss Hunter... Ix?" The attendant asked with a strained smile and oddly jerky movement.

"We asked for hot water-" You said before being cut off.

"Right away. You're welcome. Arrideverci. Goodbye." She said, quickly walking away. You furrowed your brows. You never liked being cut off. Something about it always made you feel like you were being ignored.

"Uh, oookay." You muttered, walking over and flopping down on the couch with a huff.

Rumi checked her phone, realizing it was their manager, "Hi, Bobby!" She said, sitting up next to you with her arm resting on your shoulder. You leaned into it, craning your head in the camera.

"Um, what are you doing?" Bobby asked, panic evident in his voice. You furrowed your brows, why was he so nervous? Was there a backstage malfunction?

"About to eat our pre-show ramyeon." Rumi said, turning the camera over to Zoey who was chomping on some fishy chips.

"Pre-show? What about the show-show?" Bobby asked, turning his camera over to the thousands of people waiting in the audience. You widened your eyes, about to say something before his phone was suddenly taken.

"Hi!" Four girls squealed, "We love you!"

"Oh, we love you too!" The four of you praised, trying to all fit into the camera. You loved your fans. They were so supportive and loving, you appreciated that so many positive people were drawn to Huntrix.

THe phone was passed on to the group of crying men, the four of you started to sob alongside them as well, "That's so sweet."

"Yo! I just got this!" A man said, snatching the phone and lifting his shirt up to show the tattoo plastered on his side. You, Rumi, and Zoey grimaced as Mira chuckled. That was going to stay on his body forever, what if he regretted it later on?

"Gimme that!" Bobby panted, finally being able to steal his phone back, "Why are you so late?!"

"Late?" You repeated, clearly just as confused as he was.

"Fifty thousand fans are waiting for you." Bobby said as the four of you gazed out the window to realize that the plan had flown past the concert where Huntrix was supposed to be performing. "They made cute signs and everything. How can you be late? I wish you were here."

You turned back to the flight attendants, a suspicious look on your face as well as the others. "Don't worry, Bobby. We'll be there in just a bit!" You said before Rumi hung up.

Rumi and Mira groaned while you pinched the bridge of your nose and Zoey continued to munch furiously on her snacks. "I didn't even get to finish my ramyeon!" Mira complained.

"Why do they always interrupt our snacking?" Rumi asked to no one in particular.

"They will face my wrath!" Zoey yelled.

You stood up to the woman, your arms crossed and an unimpressed look on your face, "You're a demon, right?" You asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

"What do you mean?" She frog-blinked.

"You're smiling all weird, watering plants with coffee, and those guys don't really look like they know what they're doing." You sighed.

"Oh, we were just-"

You cut her off like she did to you before, stomping on her foot to reveal her demon self. The demon working as the cart attendant then turned into a blue colored demon and two other ones appeared as well. "You and your friends are really mean for interrupting our snacking all the time." You said, stretching out your arms, "The rest of you can come out, we're in a hurry!"

A hulking red one appeared, large blue horns and carved out swirls on its skin noticeable. You wondered how the uniform could stretch large enough to fit his huge stature.

"Oh, you got the patterns." Mira said, feigning sympathy before saying, "Now you gotta die."

"The only ones dying tonight are your..." Mira burped, interrupting him. You held back a chuckle, letting it come out as a cough instead. "Uh, I said, the only ones dying tonight are your-"

Rumi's stomach gurgled and she quickly thumped on her chest. "I'm sorry, what?" Rumi asked. You stood there, still stretching out your body. This was also another reason why you didn't eat as fast as the other girls did.

"Your fans! We're gonna eat your fans!" The large one yelled angrily, his voice distorted and low.

"Whoa! No.

"No, thank you!"

"Oh... I don't know about that."

"No, no, no."

"Not our fans." Rumi said, a small smirk appearing on her lips as she placed her hands on her hips.

"When you mess with our fans..."

"We need to make it hurt."

Glowing lines of pulsing energy appeared, shimmering like a warning call to the demons.

"Ugh, you came at a bad time"

Rumi smirked, resting her arm on your shoulder. Your arms were now uncrossed, an unimpressed look on your face as you looked at the demons coldly. They shivered at the sight.

"But you just crossed the line"

Mira tugged on her fingerless leather gloves, her expression serious, while Zoey gave a sweet yet unsettling smile, stretching out her arms. This was going to be a good pre-show warmup.

"You wanna get wild?" Rumi's voice sharpened, "Okay, I'll show you wild."

As if on cue, Mira and Zoey broke formation, charging at the nearest demons with surprising strength and even more surprising movies. You confidently strutted beside Rumi, smiling to yourself as the two girls easily took down the demons.

"Better come right, better luck tryin', gettin' to our levels"

Rumi nudged your shoulder, signaling you to move to the kitchenette. You nodded, hands slightly shaky as you grabbed the kettle and filled it with water.

"Cause you might die, never the time, tryna start a battle"

A demon lunged. Rumi raised one finger in warning without missing a beat, watching the water slowly fill the kettle. Another demon came from the side and you turned mid-step, bashing the kettle into its face as Rumi caught another by the collar and threw it backward into the cockpit.

"Bleeding isn't in my blood, ppyeos-sogbuteo dallaseo—"

The kettle hissed, and you tossed it over to Mira, who caught the jug midair. She brought it down on a demon sitting in a passenger chair, metal clashing with flesh. You cringed internally at the smell of it's burnt demon skin.

"Beating you is what I do, do, do, yeah"

Mira tossed the jug across the aisle. Zoey caught it with one hand, smirking, already turning toward the next wave of demons. She poured the hot water into her ramyeon bowl, balancing it while elbowing one demon in the ribs and tripping another with the back of her heel.

"Body on body I'm naughty, not even sorry"

You regrouped together, the four of you standing in a slight circle as you filled your ramyeon with water. More demons charged, one from each direction. The four of you kicked simultaneously,sending them flying across the suddenly endless plane.

"And when you pull up, I'll pull up a little late to the party (Na-na-na-na)"

Mira raised her chopsticks and Zoey rolled her eyes playfully, both about to take a large slurp before Y/N stopped them. You pointed at the "Wait for 3 minutes" rule at the end of the directions, to which they sighed at before placing their cups back down on the coffee table.

"Locked and loaded, I was born for this. There ain't no point in avoiding it. Annoyed a bit? Bul-eul bichwo da bikyeo, ne apgil-eul ppaesgyeo!"

The cabin lights dimmed and an almost alive blue light rippled throughout the aircraft once again. You cherished its beauty and relished in its soft, almost singing, glow.

"Knocking you out like a lullaby"

Threads of light spun around you as weapons emerged from the glowing threads. Zoey's daggers gleamed as she trailed her hand against the threads to make them appear, Mira's spear shimmered as the tips of her fingers called out to the glow, Rumi's sword pulsed with energy as she pulled at the light, and your whip cracked against the floor of the plane.

"Hear that sound ringing in your mind. Better sit down for the show"

Demons began to scramble, clawing toward the emergency exits. Too late. Just like Icarus, they flew too close to the sun.

You raised your weapons, voices blending into a perfect chord. "Cause I'm gonna show you how it's done, done, done."

You slashed through the demons with fluid grace, their bodies a blur of motion.More demons appeared behind the curtains, from overhead storage. They struck with no etiquette, clearly just aiming to hurt and scare.

"HUNTRIX DON'T MISS!"

Mira impaled one mid-air as Zoey ricocheted a blade off a tray table. Your whip latched onto one of the scrambling ones, pulling it forward before plunging your dagger into its chest. You chuckled as it shimmered away in pink magic.

"How it's done, done, done! HEY! Huntrix don't quit! How it's done, done, done! Run, run, we run the town-"

You stumbled, falling back on the couch with wide eyes as the aircraft suddenly shook. Just as your styrofoam cup almost fell from the coffee table, Rumi caught it and handed it to you with a smile. You grinned, grabbing the cup and standing up from your position.

"Whole world playin' our sound."

You ran towards the windows and outside, the front half of the plane was suddenly... Gone?! Somehow, it had been torn clean off from two demons clinging to the wing and the flight attendant, which was also starting to rip away.

"Turnin' up, it's going down! Huntrix show this, how it's done, done, done"

The wing tore free. The girls walked towards the edge of the plane. Mira let out a sigh, shrugging as if this happened every day. Well, this actually did happen almost every day if you were being honest. "Yeah, this plane's trashed."

You exchanged a look before slurping their ramen in perfect sync. "Okay, let's do this," Rumi said walking towards the plane's door.

Wind kissed your exposed skin, causing you to let out a slight sigh at the cool breeze penetrating the hot sweaty air. "Yeah, something about when you come for the crown," You turned, leaning backwards with a smirk, "That's so humbling, huh?"

You waved to Rumi as you dived off the plane with the others behind her. You felt a rush of adrenaline fill your body, the nervousness evaporating from your skin as you saw the stage lights grow brighter.

"gabjagi wae geulae? meonjeo geondeulyeo, wae? ijeya pogihae, what? Nothing to us. Run up, you're done up, we come up from sunup to sundown, so come out to play"

Rumi dove like a bullet, her foot practically glowing from the speed of which she was falling. "Won either way, we're one in a million. We killin', we bring it, you want it? Okay—" She kicked a demon's chest, sending it flying even more than it already did. "Heels, nails, blade, mascara"

Rumi casually inspected her nails, tossing the mirror to you to which you quickly passed to Mira and took out your phone instead. "Fit check for my napalm era." You took a picture with Rumi in the background, a smile on your face despite the fact you were falling.

Mira brushed her hair and flicked a blow-dryer at a demon like a cannon. "Need to beat my face, make it cute and savage"

Zoey sat on the shoulders of a demon, concentrating as she used her makeup brush on it, applying blush to its confused face. "Mirror, mirror on my phone, who's the baddest? Us? Hello!"

She smirked before pushing off of the demon and penetrating it with her dagger. It poofed mid-scream. The concert came into view and you braced yourself to land, now diving down to the stage with your friends beside you.

"Knocking you out like a lullaby. Hear that sound ringing in your mind."

They landed, causing a fog to appear. The lights behind them created a silhouette standing above the three demons that were left.

"Better sit down for the show. 'Cause I'm gonna show you, I'm gonna show you! I'm gonna show you how it's done, done, done"

You parted the fog, jumping through and killing the last of the demons with your special weapons easily. The four of you walked with confidence, microphones now replacing the weapons in your hands.

"I don't talk, but I bite, full of venom, uh. Spittin' facts, you know that's how it's done, done, done—" Mira said confidently, eyes trained on the crowd.

Zoey stepped up beside you with a grin, rapping in tempo as she faced the camera pointed at her. "Okay, like, I know I ramble but when shootin' my words, I go Rambo. Took blood, sweat, and tears, to look natural, uh that's how it's done, done, done."

You and Rumi stepped forward into the center spotlight, hand in hand as you both stared at the pulsing threads surrounding the stage and eventually creeping outwards to the rest of the world. You needed to do this.

"Hear our voice unwavering. 'Til our song defeats the night"

You turned to the left while Rumi leaned over to the right side of the stage. You knelt, smiling at the crowd as you and Rumi's voice harmonized together.

"Makin' fear, afraid to breathe. Til the dark meets the light!"

The two of you hit the note, making the crowd cheer louder and louder. As Rumi continued on, you held out the microphone to the people near you with a smile before joining the rest of the girls in the center stage.

"How it's done, done, done. Run, run, we run the town! Done, done, done!"

You danced alongside them, circling and moving with grace and ease. You watched as the Honmoon glowed bright, shifting into another color that the four of you had been waiting for for a long time.

"Whole world playin' our sound! Done, done, done! Turnin' up, it's going down. Done, done, done!"

You exchanged glances with Zoey, gesturing to the golden shift, to which she excitedly grinned at as the others did as well.

"We hunt you down, down, down (Down) We got you now, now, now (Got you now)"

You stepped in front of the three of them, the last final notes of the song coming soon.

"We show you how, how, how (Show you how). Huntrix, don't miss, how it's done, done, done"

Rumi, Mira, and Zoey posed behind you as you knelt in front of the three of them, a smile on your face as you held up two peace signs for the final pose.

[orimuraa]

• You have stolen my heart - 김선우 ↳ ┊: the feels - twice

꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆build a bear with your boyfriend ⨾

۶ৎ idol!sunoo x fem!reader┆fluff┆petnames, kissing┆wc 465

⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: happy birthday to our beloved sunoo!!! he’s literally the most precious sunshine ever and i hope he has a fantastic day ^_^

꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱

today was sunoo’s birthday and you had planned to surprise him with a little outing. he had a short dance practice before, but he promised he would be able to come out earlier.

“sun!!” you smile, waving to him as you enter the practice room to get him.

his head immediately whips around to you, a huge smile on his face.

“hi baby,” he says in a soft tone, walking over to you and kissing your forehead.

“eaugh get a room!!” jake shouts from the couch, where he’s practically a melted blob there. a few of the other members snicker at his childish comment, before telling sunoo to go and enjoy his day with you.

you both say goodbye to the members before walking out to the car. there, a few bodyguards are waiting to escort you and your boyfriend for security measures.

in the car, you tell sunoo that you were gonna go to a build a bear and you would treat him to one.

“oh my gosh really?? thank you baby!! we should totally get matching ones!!” he giggles, already thinking of everything he wants to get.

“of course!! it’s your birthday after all sun,” you grin, relieved that he liked the surprise.

once you got to the store, you had already reserved a private time slot with the store to make sunoo as comfortable as possible. the bodyguards agreed to wait outside for you both, joking that you were both like little children in a candy shop with how excited you were.

meanwhile, you and your boyfriend were gasping over each and every doll and accessory in the shop, saying you needed to buy them all.

“baby!!! look! there’s matching ones! we totally need them!” sunoo exclaimed, pointing at two bears, one pink and the other beige.

“yes! we need it!!” you quickly agree, your cheeks sore from smiling so much. you really couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend.

by the time both of your bears were made and stuffed, you both decided to put in a voice message in the bear.

“i’ll go over here so it’s a surprise,” you tell sunoo, running off with his bear.

“sunsun, happy birthday~ i can’t believe i get to spend another year with you. i hope we can grow old together and share many more birthdays with each other. i love you so so much! keep shining my sunshine!”

“my love!! thank you for this amazing day! i can’t imagine how boring life would be without you. you’re my sun, moon, and stars and i absolutely could not be the person i am without you. i love you very much and never forget that, okay? mwah~”

and the two of you spent the rest of sunoo’s special say in giggles, enjoying the moments together.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ 𝐉𝐢𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @vmpivory, @yuvany, @seozii, @pinknjm, @greentulip, @jomisu, @nxzz-skz, @ancnymcnzjy, @hyukabean, @annybah, @ijustwannareadstuff20, @chaeneu, @17ericas, @firstclassjaylee, @riribelle, @right-person-wrong-time, @cheruphic, @woniefication, @melodiessvy, @soona-huh, @kiwicup, @yuuuraaa, @manariee

[kaybugga]

𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥’𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦?

𝕋𝔸𝔾 𝕃𝕀𝕊𝕋 𝕀ℕ𝕋ℝ𝕆𝔻𝕌ℂ𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ 𝕄𝔸𝕊𝕋𝔼ℝ𝕃𝕀𝕊𝕋 𝔹𝔸ℂ𝕂 𝕋𝕆 ℙℝ𝕆𝔽𝕀𝕃𝔼

Jinu: Hands Jinu loves your hands! He loves the way your hands fit so easily into his- fingers intertwined as you two walk anywhere and everywhere. If you paint your nails, he loves helping you pick colors, and if you have tattoos, he can’t help but just sit in silence with you, taking markers and coloring in each intricate line.

“How about… gold? It’ll look so pretty,” “I think I have a bottle of gold nail polish, if I don’t, what color?” “Silver,” “Alright handsome, I have gold and silver. Wanna do both?”

Abby (Abs): Shoulders Abby loves to put his arm around your shoulders. Similar to Baby, he loves to keep his arm around you at all times, your shoulders just make that easier for him. When you two get down with an intense shoulder workout at the gym, he’s quick to pamper you. Make you lay down on your stomach with your favorite drink, lotion ready so he can give you a quick massage. He simply loves the way his fingers kneed out the soreness, fingers soothing the muscles. 

“Feels good, Abbs, thank you.” “Of course- you worked so hard today.” “Don’t act like you didn’t work hard too,” “Shush, take the massage and be happy.”

Baby: Hips Baby loves to hold your hips, that’s about it. He always finds himself coming up behind you and grabbing your waist, head instinctively resting in the crook of your neck. If you’re cooking, he’ll stand behind you, resting his head on your shoulder as he helps taste test each food, and if he’s cooking, you’ll be standing beside him, his left hand on your hips- pulling you into your side.

“Test this f’me, babe,” “What am I testing for?” “I can’t figure out what it’s missing,” “Hmm… It’s good, but I think it could use some more chili oil.”

Mystery: Eyes Mystery loves looking at your eyes. Every time he’s looking into them, he can read every emotion you’re feeling. Each sparkle dances around in your irises, and if you’re in the sun? It’s like looking at something so beautiful it might blind him. Something he’ll do is find flowers that remind him of your eyes- if you have blue eyes, he’ll bring you blue Forget Me Nots. If you have brown eyes, he’ll bring you Brown-eyed Susans. If you have green eyes, he’ll bring you Lavender. So on, so forth.

“Oh, bubs, what’re these for?” “I saw them and they reminded me of you.” “Thank you, they’re very pretty,” “Not as pretty as you.”

Romance: Lips Romance loves to feel your lips. It doesn’t matter if he’s faintly brushing against your bottom lip with his thumb, or if you’re slowly kissing, lips tangled into a loving mess. Believe it or not, Romance loves romance. He’s all for the fluffy, sickeningly cute rom-com stuff, so you best believe he’s taking any chance he gets to give you a soft, slow peck against your lips just for you to make a blush rise to your cheeks, ears tinted in the same cutesy pink. 

“You’re such a dork,” “But you love this dork,” “I dunno... I think I need another kiss to make sure I’m still in love with you.” “Your wish is my command,”

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𝕋𝕒𝕘𝕤: @thesimppotato11 @akariis4snowball @nyxciaa @astragat @zomqiez @the-fanss @apelepikozume @error-raccoon-404 @itsodie

[vouges]

word count: 750 - nsfw, minors do not interact.

Tattoo artist Simon! who had a busy schedule, very high in demand yet for some reason always had a spot available for you.

Tattoo artist Simon! who swore the discount he gave you was just a friendly gesture, brushing it off as a way to make a loyal client feel appreciated.

Tattoo artist Simon! who never did more than necessary, the touch routine and practiced, yet with you he always let his fingers linger longer than they needed to, almost caressing, before you heard the familiar buzz of the needle.

"Gotta keep still for me, yeah?" he murmured, "Can’t be messing up my pretty canvas"

Tattoo artist Simon! who felt like a fool every time his cock hardened when you’d send through a picture of your healed up tattoo, with a sweet little thank you message always accompanied by a heart that pathetically made him want to cum in his boxers.

Tattoo artist Simon! who insisted you were just another client, even as he fucked his fist to the images of you engrained into his mind. He felt like a desperate mess, cock achingly hard as ropes of cum shot out, splattering across his stomach all from the slithers of skin that he’d seen when tattooing you. God, how easily you made him feel like an inexperienced virgin.

Tattoo artist Simon! who messaged back embarrassingly fast when you asked if he ever wanted to meet up outside of just a tattooing session. He cringed afterwards, noticing the typos and the awkward combination of emojis used.

'A thumbs up and two smiles?' he thought to himself, 'Real great Simon, should've thrown in the entire happy categories of emojis whilst you're at it'

Tattoo artist Simon! who couldn't believe his luck when you and him wound up on your sofa after dinner and a few drinks at a local pub but makes no move to question it as you both kiss messily, tongues dancing and hands reaching everywhere they can with the current restriction of your clothes.

"Wow- this is actually happening, huh?" he mumbled as you kissed messily, hands grasping at each other, "God, you've no idea how long I've been waiting for this"

Tattoo artist Simon! who had to bite down on your shoulder to muffle the groan that escaped him as he bottomed out in you for the first time. Hands gripping your hips tight enough to bruise as if he was scared you'd disappear if he let up.

"Fuuuck-" he whispered shakily as he tried to remind himself you had neighbours and very thin walls, "God that feels so good."

Tattoo artist Simon! who quickly gave up on any attempt to be quiet once he heard how pretty your moans sounded, selfishly wanting them to grace his ears with every thrust as he tilted your head back, not wanting you to stifle your moans with the cushions underneath you.

"Shit- no, keep making those sounds," he murmured, breath hot against your skin, "Wanna hear every single one of ‘em, don't go quiet on me, doll"

Tattoo artist Simon! who honestly felt like he'd never experienced sex this good, even on a less than comfortable sofa that he knew would leave him sore in the morning, it was worth it as he felt your pussy clench around his cock, so warm and tight, milking him for all his worth.

"Fuck- so...so, good-" he almost whined, punctuating each word with a thrust, his balls slapping against your skin as he increased tempo, "Could stay like this forever."

Tattoo artist Simon! who kissed you with so much more care than you'd ever expect as you both came, you gushing around his cock as his cum shot out, painting your walls, before slowly oozing out from where you were both connected.

Tattoo artist Simon! who had to take a moment to admire the sight of your blissed out face as you lay back on the sofa, slick with sweat and his cum running out of you.

Tattoo artist Simon! who laughed as he lay beside you on a sofa that was way too small, the both of you talking about everything and nothing at all before realising you'd both denied wanting this for so long.

"I tried so hard not to like you, thinking you were too good for me- hoping it would keep the thoughts at bay," he chuckled, a contagious sound as he ran his fingers across your skin, "Didn’t work for shit obviously with you wanting me just as bad."

[aheathen-conceivably]

And five six seven eight…

Violette lifted both of her arms above her head into a graceful oval. Timed with her next inhale, she arched her feet into carefully balanced points on the threadbare rug.

And five, six, seven, eight… 

One of her arms floated down from above her head, and then her left foot rose from the floor to meet the bend of her knee so that her entire body weight rested on only the tip of her big toe. She usually spent her Sundays this way, performing for an audience comprised of the ever-present ballerina in the box and a collection of dolls and Teddy Bears now beginning to collect dust in the corners of her room. They were her very own silent sentinels, keeping watch of her feet as they danced on the floor and helping her keep time with the count in her mind.

And five, six, seven… 

But wafting through the crack her mother made her keep in the door was the sound of humming. She hadn’t noticed it at first, drowned out as it was by the music in her mind; but as the lulling sound transformed into a melody with words, the rigid posture of her shoulders softened. Although quiet, the voice danced over the unintelligible lyrics with the perfect pitch and tenor, sung with a sort of wistful melancholy that made you long for something despite how sorrowful it was. 

She knew the voice, of course - from a thousand lullabies and absentminded chore-songs. Still, it never seemed to grow old, especially when it came to her mother unburdened and unselfconscious like it was now. One after the other, Violette let her feet go flat on the floor, listening to the quiet intricacies of the voice as she followed it the short distance down the hall.

She stopped in the doorway, twirling her fingers self-consciously as her mother looked into the mirror. She loved when she could catch her like this - getting ready for work with a sense of purpose that made her seem like a hummingbird in flight. She tilted her head sideways, looking at the neatly tied bow on her mother’s lapel and wondering if it was Monday after all.

Zelda seemed to notice her, and seamlessly transformed the hum already in her throat into spoken words. “Oh! Lottie! Perfect. I was just coming to find you. I have to run by the library to sign for a package. I should only be an hour. Maybe two. If you need anything just go by the cabin and tell Gio. Just - be nice to him, please?”

Violette watched her adjust her earring back again, admiring how the pearls always seemed to highlight her face. “It opens this week, right?”

Zelda stopped, leaving her hand curled beneath her ear as her eyes crept toward the figure in her doorway. “It does. Wednesday...”

“Do you - do you think I can go with you then? After school?”

A small smile played on Zelda’s face, twitching at the corner near where her hand was still suspended as if frozen in surprise. "Do you - would you like to come with me today? You can see it first. Before anyone else gets to..."

The front door of the library opened without a sound. The brass hinges had been shined and oiled only days before, simply waiting for the moment when someone would make use of them. From the newly organized entryway, the smell of old wood emanated out onto the porch. Only now it was accompanied by the scent of fresh paint and sawdust rather than the moldering dust and stagnant air that had lived alongside it before.

Violette took two steps inside, her wide eyes basking in every inch of the place. Zelda watched her, too happy to realize that she was doing exactly what she herself had done when Alexander had first taken her here months before. Careful not to ruin the spell, she silently angled the door closed, following Violette as her fascination took her into the adjacent solarium.

Surrounded by late afternoon sunshine, Violette spun in a circle, her gaze trailing all the way to the top of the two story bookshelves and then back down again. Every row was filled from one end to the other with books - dozens and dozens and dozens of them. She could feel tears forming in her eyes just imagining how many stories were up there. It seemed like nothing short of magic that they had been collected in one place just waiting for someone to walk through the freshly painted doors and discover them.

Awestruck beyond words she turned around again, facing the wall opposite the soaring windows where a half a dozen portraits and photographs were displayed. “Who are they?”

Zelda followed her eyes, looking sideways toward the patinated gazes lining the wall. “They used to live here. Well some of them - others are members of their family from before the house was built.” She stopped speaking, expecting Violette’s attention to have turned elsewhere, but instead her daughter turned toward her expectedly. An insuppressible smile pulled at both corners of Zelda's lips. 

“I’ve been researching them. For the plaques. It’s been difficult at points, especially without traveling to other archives. But - but the man all the way to the top, do you see him? He’s the oldest member of the family I could find. He came here from England over a hundred years ago, in 1820. I imagine there must be more records there but -”

“From England? The way you did?”

Zelda turned toward her, her mouth still open in speech but now suspended in suppressed surprise. “I - yes. I - suppose so.” 

Violette smiled at her before she turned back to the wall of portraits, her eyes moving down them like she was reading the lines of a story. As she reached the bottom, where the most recent pictures had been placed, she tilted her head sideways like she had understood something. Then she turned back to the windows over her shoulder, the light filtering through them with a peculiar magic of its own. She watched it dance, speaking toward the panes as she did so. “Did you really make all this happen?”

Her voice had been hushed - so full of awe and childish disbelief that it pulled at Zelda’s heart. “I - I like to think I helped.”

Although Zelda couldn’t see her face, a proud, emotional countenance overtook Violette. Zelda brought her hands together, trying to peek over her daughter’s shoulder as she addressed her. “Do you like it?”

“I love it.”

Violette turned around, directing her attention back to her mother as she finished the heavily impressed final words. 

“Would you like to see my office? It's just upstairs...”

A fervent nod and excited smile was all the answer that Zelda would have needed, but Violette skipped over to her, lacing her arm around hers as she pulled them forward as though she knew the way. “Can you tell me more about them? The family on the wall?”

Zelda nodded, her words hushed and excited as she began to tell Violette the stories that she had found in her research. As they left the room their voices echoed through the hallways. Their footsteps sounded alongside them, keeping time with one another with every step.

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[our-marvel-universe]

Second Chances

Second Chances Part 1

Ex-Husband!Steve x Reader

Summary: You and Steve have a history. Right now you are just friends but what if he wants more?

Warnings: Smut, oral (m receiving), PIV, mild jealousy

WC: 4.9K

A/N: I'm so happy to finally introduce you all to Ex-Husband!Steve! I started this forever ago and I thought it would be just a one shot but it has just gotten longer and longer, and harder to finish. So I'm hoping introducing this pair to the world and getting some feedback will inspire me to actually finish this story!

“Ok I don’t get it” Sam finally relents.

“You don’t get what?” Steve replies to his friend without taking his eyes off you. You're across the bar headed to the pool table with some guy Steve doesn’t recognize. He’s pretty sure the top you're wearing is new. You look gorgeous, but then again you always do. 

“What is the deal with you two? And don’t tell me it’s not nothing cause there's clearly some history there.” Sam insists. 

“Ohh wow, this is a new low punk, even for you.” Bucky chimes in.

Steve clears his throat and uses his only excuse. “It’s not a big deal.” 

“You never even told him? Seriously!?”  Bucky snapped, his voice low and tight in an attempt to restrain himself from reaching across the table and pummeling his best friend. 

“Told me what?” Sam asks, his patience wearing thin. 

“You are looking at the former Mrs. Rogers.” Bucky takes a long pull from his beer as he watches Sam’s eyes practically pop out of his head. 

“You two were married!?”

“Yup” Bucky says emphasizing the P.

“Damn it’s worse than I thought” Sam scoffs.

Despite what his two best friends are about to say he never lied to Sam. Technically he was single when he and Sam met. Besides, Steve didn’t like to talk about it, didn’t even like to think about it. When he did think about you, which was about every 45 seconds or so, he tried to only focus on the good things.

The way you light up when you laugh. The way you always insist on taking a million photos to commemorate any and every occasion. How doing the dishes somehow always turned into a dance party. The way you would curl up on him at the end of a long day. 

Knowing he doesn’t need to sit through this next part he makes his way to the bar to grab another round of drinks.

“So what happened?” Sam asks Bucky.

“They got married young, really young. Which probably wasn’t the best idea, but they were in love and Steve was headed off to war and you know how it is.” Sam nods in agreement, letting Bucky continue.

“We enlisted together. She made us both promise we’d bring each other home. The first tour was hard on her I could tell even on video chat it was like she was just holding her breath till we came back. The next couple times were a little easier, we came home once before why wouldn’t we come home again? We were on our 3rd tour, about a month out from coming home when,” Bucky places his metal arm on the table he inspects it carefully opening and closing his fist. 

“We got hit. I got blown from the Humvee and ended up losing my arm. Steve was ok, physically but..we lost a couple of good men that day.” The brunette sighs. “After the accident her and Steve took care of me. They visited me at the hospital everyday and eventually took me in when I got out. I had been out of the hospital for a few weeks when Steve told us he was going back.

"She just couldn’t do it anymore. The waiting, the worry, the distance, especially with me having been hurt she was convinced Steve would come back in a casket, and I wasn’t so sure she was wrong. But you know Steve. They fought… a lot and eventually she laid out an ultimatum. If he enlisted again she wouldn’t be there when he got back.“

“Damn.” Sam said, shaking his head, “That must have been hard for her to admit.” Bucky nodded in agreement. “And he really just left?”

“Yeah. Looking back on it now, I realize nothing was going to stop him from going. Everyone told him to stay, me, his mom, the whole damn town tried to convince him but he wouldn’t hear any of it. I kept hoping he would change his mind, you know, that he’d stop being so pig headed, but no, he just had to go. The day after he left she contacted a lawyer.” Bucky stops to take a long swing of beer. 

“But the former Mrs. Rogers is nothing if not a saint, even with her heart broken she still put all her energy into helping me heal. She let me live with her even after Steve left, took me to all my physical therapy and Dr. appointments, helped me get the hang of the prosthetic” He says flexing his fist on his metal arm. “I owe her everything. That punks lucky I didn’t leave him too.” scoffed Bucky.

“Ohh yeah why didn’t you?” Sam asks

“Because” Bucky said as he leaned back in his chair, “she wouldn’t let me.”

Steve is sitting at the bar, he could go back to the table with Bucky and Sam but he figures he’ll give them a few minutes to cool off and change the subject before he ventures back. He keeps his eye practically glued on the bartenders, watching them work helps him resist the urge to turn around and look at you. He knows you’re over by the pool table. He can picture you taking your time, totally focused, biting your lip as you  line up your shot. He can imagine it perfectly; the only thing better than his imagination would be turning around and seeing it in real time. 

He sees you land at the bar a couple stools down from him and watches as Pepper approaches you. 

“So it looks like the date is going well” Pepper says while starting on your drink.

“I don’t know if it’s a date per say. ” You say with a playful glare “But yes, Scott and I are having a good time.” 

Steve looks up just in time to see you shoot him a wave and a small smile before thanking Pepper and heading back to your game.

His jaw is so tight he’s worried he might actually crack a tooth and it’s like the entire world’s gone quiet. He’s not sure if what he’s feeling right now is rage or heartbreak, it’s probably both. Pepper is the one that breaks him out of his stupor.

“Loosen the grip on that will ya?” She says pointing at the beer bottle in his hand, “I’ll have to clean it up if you break it.”  

Steve puts the bottle down flexing his fists, before he can even ask she places a double shot of whiskey in front of him.

He tosses it back, then slaps some cash on the bar before heading for the door.

Steve isn’t a complete prick. At least he doesn’t mean to be, but it’s hard. As much as he wants you as much as his body wants yours that is not an option, and he’s still human. So every once in a while he sates his urges with an actual woman and not just his hand.  It’s a small town, people talk, so when he does need relief he heads up the highway. Making sure to avoid any place that you or anyone from town may decide to venture to. 

It’s never anything serious, usually just a night. There was Sharon last summer. He saw her for a couple weeks but he made it very clear it was never going to turn into anything and she was perfectly happy to get his late night booty calls. 

It’s been a few days since that night at the bar, Bucky has been on Steve’s case more than ever and now he has Sam as back up. Plus the vision of you on your date, is permanently etched into his brain. Where you looked so beautiful. Christ all he wanted to do was bend you over the pool table and….

Needless to say, jacking off was not going to be enough. 

So here he is. In some back alley behind some trendy bar in the city with what he assumes is probably a perfectly lovely lady on her knees sucking him off. But it’s hard to picture you when it’s clearly not you staring back at him. Before he can lose his hard on, he yanks her up and pushes her against the brick. He would apologize for being so rough but she moans out a yes at the manhandling so clearly she's into it. 

Facing away from him, ass up, he never preferred this position until he lost you. When he was with you all he wanted was to see your face. To kiss every inch of you, feel your sweat slicked skin against his, and look into your eyes as you came undone. He always wanted to be close to you, touching you. But he can’t have that so he settles for this. 

In all honesty this girl isn’t bad, she's just not you. She’s moaning and grinding against him in a way that's too performative, but when he hears a sigh a real sigh it almost sounds like yours and that's all he needs. He keeps hitting her sweet spot and rubbing her clit and he's so lost in his vision of you he actually calls out your name.

Now he’s not going to say this has never happened before, because it has. In 5 years of missing you and pretending to move on he has, on more than one occasion called out your name while another woman rides his cock. He’s not particularly proud of this fact, but it’s true. But this time the worst part is, he didn’t even notice. He turned to dump the used condom in the dumpster in that and when he turned around his face slams into a fist. He wasn’t entirely sure what happened cradling his face; he tries to get his bearings when he hears.

“You piece of shit my name is Kristy!!!” 

Damn. She knew how to throw a punch. In a moment of complete and utter shame Steve slides to the ground completely defeated.

Steve opens the door of his apartment to find Bucky sitting on his couch drinking his beer. Great, exactly what he needs to top this night off.

“What happened to you?” Bucky asks as Steve heads to the kitchen to grab a bag of frozen peas for his soon to be black eye. 

“Got punched in the face” 

“Obviously punk. Who’d you piss off this time.”

"Girl at a bar.” He mumbles then winces as he adjusts the bag on his face.

“Damn, bet she has brothers. Good ones too since she landed a solid hit” Bucky muses.

Steve doesn't bother acknowledging his friend. He simply grabs a glass and a bottle of whiskey before taking a seat on the couch. They sit quietly for a bit, when finally Bucky breaks the silence.

“So, what’s your plan here?”

“What the hell are you talking about Buck?”

“What am I…” Bucky takes a deep breath and stands calming himself  before he gives his friend a second black eye. “I’m talking about the fact that it’s been 5 years Steve. Five long years of you pining and making those sad puppy dog eyes when you think no one is paying attention. Which we all are by the way. You’re constantly pouting, until God forbid a guy shows any interest in her at which point you become absolutely unbearable.” Bucky is pacing now the pressure of keeping quiet all these year has finally come to an end and he's decided to finally air his grievances.

“You sit by the phone waiting for her to have a flat tire or for her furnace to bust, all so you can ride in like her knight in shining armor. Whatever she needs you’re always there. You’ve had every opportunity but instead of telling her how you feel you go out and fuck other girls pretending they’re her. All the while knowing you’d both be a lot fucking happier if you were together.” Finally Bucky stops his pacing and instead grabs a seat on the coffee table looking his friend right in the eyes. 

“So I ask again -  What. Is. Your. Plan?” 

Steve drains his glass then watches as his best friend pours him a refill. He drains that too, tosses the frozen bag down as he throws his head back and stares at the ceiling. 

“I don’t know Buck. All I know is I don’t want to live without her.”

“Ok then.” Bucky pours Steve one last refill “That’s a start.”  He says getting up to take the bottle back to the kitchen. “Word of advice, you better figure out a plan. And soon, because no one has the time or the patience to wait around for you to get your head out of your ass.” Bucky goes to grab his coat when he stops.

“Ohh and make sure you clean yourself up for tomorrow. Arm’s been acting up. I gotta go see the doc. You’ll have to handle all the morning appointments.“

“You couldn’t have just called to tell me?” Steve scoffs at his friend. “You had to come here and harass me and drink all my beer?”

“Yeah well, it’s more fun for me this way.” He chuckles as he heads out “See you tomorrow punk.”

Steve gets ready to head downstairs to Twin Tires, the shop he and Bucky opened after Steve finally left the army. Luckily for him he lives in the apartment right above the shop so he doesn’t have to rush to get down there. Which is good cause on this particular morning he feels like shit. 

After Bucky left he kept drowning his sorrows in whiskey imagining what life would be like if you had stayed together. Between the what ifs, his hangover and his black eye this day is off to an awful start. And now he has to deal with the shop himself cause Bucky’s not coming in till noon. Needless to say when he heads downstairs he’s in a shit mood, but then he hears you. 

He’s not sure what you’re saying or who you’re talking to but he’s sure it’s you. Fuck Bucky. In an instant Steve realizes Bucky knew you were coming by the shop today. All that ‘look good tomorrow shit’, he knew Bucky was up to something. You’re probably picking him up for his Dr’s appointment damn it. 

Steve curses under his breath, stepping out into the Lobby where you’re with Bucky. He was so focused on you he completely forgot about how rough he looks until you look up at him shocked.

Abandoning your conversation with Bucky you rush towards Steve without a second thought. 

“Omigod Steve! What happened?” You cup his face in your hands gently coaxing him to bend down so you can take a look.

“Aww he’s fine doll. He’s seen worse” Bucky chuckles as he takes a smug sip of his coffee.

Bucky isn’t wrong Steve has seen much worse, but at this moment he is not fine because your hands are on him. They’re so warm and soft, and he can smell that hand cream you use. In a split second you envelope all his senses and take him back to a time when the two of you always had your hands on each other. 

Steve’s breath fans across your wrists and realizing how close you are you take a step back. .“Well it doesn’t look too bad” You say as you begin to bite your lip, a nervous tick Steve immediately picks up on, it takes all his strength not to stare at your mouth like a horny tennager, so instead he moves behind the desk. 

“It’s fine. It’ll heal soon I promise.” Steve says in an attempt to reassure you, even if he knows it won’t work. He clears his throat as he opens the appointment book. 

"You two should get going, you don’t want to be late."

“You’re right Stevie I don’t.” Buck says with a wink as he heads to the door unaccompanied. “You two have fun, don’t get into too much trouble.”

“Bye Buck!” You wave him off.

“You’re not going with him?” Steve asks.

“What? No Clint is taking him, he didn’t tell you?” There you go biting your lip again, has it always been this distracting?

He knows he’s been starting too long when you gently call his name again.  Shaking his head out of his stupor he tries to actually focus on the conversation at hand. “Tell me what?” 

You look like a deer caught in headlights before you grab a coffee cup out of the tray on the counter and hand it to him. 

“This is for you. I made it myself with those beans you like at the shop just before coming over here.”

Steve stares at the coffee, then at you. He’s perplexed by the coffee, he knows it will be exactly how he likes it. He still goes to the bakery for coffee and it’s always perfect. But he’s confused as to why you would bring it to him on this particular morning. 

“Sweetheart…what’s going on?”

"Well I was hoping I could ask you for a favor…."

“Christ.”

“OK, Look I know this is a lot to ask but he’s a good kid Steve, a great kid! And this way not only will he have a car but he will also be learning practical life skills and an honest work ethic!"

“He already works with you. I am positive you instill plenty of work ethic in him.” Steve chugs the last of his coffee before tossing the cup in the trash behind him.

 “How on earth did you let May talk you into something like this?” He asks.

“She didn’t talk me into anything” You scoff, “it was my idea.“Look it's an old car, with good bones it just needs to be fixed up a bit. Besides, I mean don’t get me wrong I love having Peter at the shop but he’s a tinkerer ya know?” Now you're all worked up, Steve knows how much you love May and her nephew Peter, not to mention he knows how passionate you get about these collaborations you come up with. 

“He likes taking things apart and putting them back together, and working with his hands,” Steve cuts you off.

“Last time I checked baking is done with your hands.” He simply shrugs at the glare you give him.

“Where’d this car come from anyway?” He asks in an attempt to make peace. 

“One of May’s old boyfriends. He didn't know a socket wrench from an open wrench, but apparently he was convinced he could put it back together. He left it and hasn’t been back since. It’s just been collecting dust.” 

“Look,” You insist, planting your hands on the counter. “I know this is a big ask but when you think about it it’s a win, win scenario.” 

“Ohh yeah” Steve scoffs “How so?”

“Well Pete is a young man, who needs more positive male influences in his life. He’ll get that,” You say ticking off your fingers, “practical life experience, plus a new car.” 

“This sounds like a lot of wins for Peter and none for me.”

“And you” You say poking him in the chest “You get an apprentice!” 

“I don’t need an apprentice.” He protests rolling his eyes  before turning and heading back to the shop to get set up for the day. 

“Come on," You inevitably follow him. Just like you knew you would, " everyone needs an apprentice. Someone you can groom to take over the business when you’re ready to pass it on, just like Sarah did with me.”

“Look at Johnny Hunt , he had no one to take over for him so when he got hurt his store just closed. It was tragic. I don’t want that to happen to you Steve, could you imagine everything you worked for just gone.” 

“You spend a lot of time thinking about my business doll?” He has to hold back his smirk as you get visibly embarrassed by his question. Deciding to put you out of your misery before you have to answer he immediately gets back to the topic.

“What about Buck? It’s his business too, I can’t just hire an apprentice with his input.”

“Well I already asked him. He thinks it’s a great idea.”

“You asked him about fixing up the car, or about your plans to hand our business over to some smartass kid?”

“He said, and I quote ‘the sooner Steve teaches this kid to do the books the sooner I can retire to Palm Springs.'" 

Steve hangs his head. He knows he’s going to give in, not only is it you asking but his soon to be former best friend has already agreed. But mostly it’s you. He can never say no to you, not anymore, not after all he did. But he knows you will will sit here and argue with him till the sun goes down only to come back tomorrow and start again.  So he decides to drag his heels for a little longer if only to extend his time with you. 

But when he turns around to look up at you he completely loses his train of thought. The light from the window surrounds you making you look even brighter and more beautiful. Your eyes are boring into his with a pleading look when you say “Will you at least  take a look at the car please? For me?”

And that’s when Steve knows he’s a goner. 

Steve throws a towel at Bucky as he waltz back into the shop. Bucky easily catches it and settles himself on the stool next to Steve's station. He says nothing, taking a sip from his drink.

“You could've told me.” Steve huffs before diving back under the hood in an attempt to ignore his friend. 

“And why would I tell you, when you are much more apt to say yes if she asked you?” Bucky smirks as Steve's scowl deepens. “Besides it’s her project, why should I ask you?”

“More important question is why would you say yes!?” Steve practically shouts as he tosses down his tools and heads back into the office. The other guys working in the shop pretend to look busy as the bosses pass them. 

“Look there's no downside ok. We get to help out a good kid.” Bucky shakes his head at Steve's look of disbelief. “Look Parker can be annoying but he is a good kid ok? No one has a bad thing to say about him. And the guys are great with cars, but not with business. They can fix shit sure but no one out there can do the books, or even wants to learn but maybe one day Parker actually could and then we’d have someone to take all this over so I can finally take a vacation.” The brunette makes himself comfortable in Steve’s desk chair, putting his feet up and his arms behind his head. “Besides, now you’ve got some extra sweet brownie points with your girl and that sure as shit can’t hurt.”

That last comment makes Steve deflate “She’s not..” Bucky waves his hand cutting him off,

“Yeah, yeah save me the speech.” Electing to ignore his friend he continues  “So when does Parker start?”

Steve has been ruminating over it for days, and he has come to the irrevocable conclusion that having Peter Parker work in his shop is a terrible idea. He was ready to call the whole thing off. But then this morning he came downstairs and found you leaning on the side of your car with a box from your shop sitting on the hood. Seeing you standing there, glowing in the morning sun  in what happens to be his favorite dress of yours, he knew this was a done deal. No matter what he previously thought now he was going to  follow through on this crazy plan of yours.  

“Good morning!” You cheer, already holding out Steve’s coffee cup as he walks towards you. 

“Morning Doll, what's all this?”

“This is just a little thank you.” You say as Steve takes a sip of the coffee. He’d never tell his Ma, but your coffee is a million times better. “I just wanted to thank you again. I really think this will be so good for Peter and… “ Steve cuts you off. 

“Sweetheart, you already thanked me about a thousand times. Besides, you weren’t wrong, it could be good to have some extra hands around here.” Steve concedes with a shrug. While he ignores how hypocritical he is considering he was singing a different tune 2 min ago.

“Steven Grant Rogers, did you just admit I was right?” You’re smirking at him and you’ve got a mischievous twinkle in your eye and damn it if that doesn’t make his heart speed up. 

“Well, possibly. I mean for all we know Parker could be a disaster who should never step foot near an engine, only time will tell.” Steve chuckles as you lightly slap him on the arm.

“You just wait, Rogers, you’ll be eating your words soon enough!”

The two of you are standing less than a foot apart. Steve decides this is not close enough. It dawns on him, you are standing a foot apart in a parking lot, that is the set up for a brief conversation before the two of you run off in your separate directions. But that is not what he wants. All Steve wants is more time with you. So he quickly asks. 

“Are there enough in there to share?”

The two of you head back to the office and settle in over your makeshift breakfast. You take a bite of the scone and your eyes roll back in your head as you quietly moan at the taste.

“You’re acting like you’ve never tried any doll, you made ‘em” Steve chuckles before taking a bite.

“I mean I did” you laugh softly as you dust crumbs from your dress, “But I decided to tweak the recipe and this is my first time trying it” you bashfully admit.

“Man that's what I get as a thank you? New recipe scones? What if they had been a flop?” 

You laugh at his faux scolding and the sound lights him up from the inside out.“That’s why I brought them. I knew if you didn’t like them then I couldn’t sell them.” You shrug “Besides, I have brownies in the car as a backup” You say giving him a wink as you take another bite.

“I know you don’t think you’re leaving here with those sweetheart.” 

You’re talking his ear off, he has books to update, parts to order and schedules to make and if it was anyone else he would have told them to leave the food at the front desk and went back to his office without a second glance. 

But it isn’t just anyone…it’s you.

This may be what he misses most. Sitting with you, talking about nothing and everything, tasting your new recipes. The most mundane days were always better when he had you.

Steve thinks this might be the moment. He can ask you out to dinner. Or maybe it’d be better if he cooked for you? Either way he will be securing a date with you before you leave this office, he’s determined. Right as he goes to open his mouth to invite you on what will hopefully be a life altering date, there’s a knock on the door. Without waiting for a response Bucky waltzes right in, and makes a beeline straight for the box on the desk. 

“Ohh scones” Bucky sings, but before he can reach the box Steve snatches it out of the way. 

“They're not for you Buck.” Steve grumbles with a glare.

“Aww come on Stevie don’t be like that” Bucky’s pout turns to you as you begin to stand. “Doll tell him he has to share!” 

“Don’t be too sad Bucky, I have brownies in the car. If you come grab them then they're all yours.” 

Steve starts to panic as you begin to grab your stuff. “You’re leaving already?”

“Yeah, I should get going. Besides I need to get out of your hair, you probably have a busy day.” 

Steve moves out from behind the desk, trying to think of a reason to get you to stay but before he can say anything you're right in his space, leaning up and planting a kiss on his cheek. Thanking him again before you leave his office Bucky hot on your heels.

When Bucky comes back in a couple minutes later with a smug look on his face it takes all of Steve's strength not to wring his neck.

“Brownie for your troubles?”

“God I hate you” Steve mumbles keeping his eyes on the screen as Bucky gets comfortable in the seat you were occupying moments ago. 

“Hey don’t get mad at me. All I did was come in here to say hello, not my fault she ran off” Bucky notes before taking a bite of his brownie. “Damn, these are good.” 

Steve rolls his eyes.

“So are you making any progress?” 

Before Steve can tell Bucky to mind his goddamn business his phone lights up with a text from you. 

I told Bucky he has to share the brownies with you, but feel free to hog all the scones ;) 

Steve smirks as he reaches over and snatches up a brownie. 

OMG part 1!! Can you believe? What did y'all think? Do you just love these 2? Do you want to see more of them? Leave a comment below because reblogs and comments fuel the muse.

[mona-risms]

Ok I was thinking about making a whole ass fic about this myself, but seeing your taking Hunter/x requests I thought I’d pitch this to see how you’d imagine it.

I imagined Amab Reader (I was thinking a guy best friend thing for Rumi) but knowing u don’t write men I’ll pitch this as Masc GN.

They grew up with Rumi, trained to be hunters with Rumi and eventually became Hunter/x dance/choreographer, that’s been in love with Rumi since the day they met, but they’ve never told her.

Mira and Zoey know but never outed them to Rumi, they go through the movie helping the girls and watching Rumi fall in love with Jinu, and they take it pretty well, it hurts like hell but all that matters is Rumi's happiness.

Eventually we reach the events where the girls find out Rumis a demon and Mira raises her weapon to her and Reader steps in between them and they all argue, basically the conclusion of the argument outing readers feelings for Rumi.

Mira is like “You’re in love with a demon!”

And readers like “No im in love with Rumi” cause it doesn’t matter to them what she is.

And I just imagine them and Rumi leaving, she’s still in love with Jinu so that confession doesn’t magically have them together or even kiss now. But Rumi knows, over everything she’s ever wanted.

She has one person that for sure loves all of her. Even the parts she thought were unlovable because even her aunt and pseudo mother couldn’t love them.

But reader is there no matter what, and just holds her as she breaks down, because of all the awful stuff she’s had to endure with her self image, and knowing now that she doesn’t have to feel the shame her aunt instilled in her

Sincerely the Tsaritsa/Pyro Archon Anon

◆ MAIN COURSE: Rumi x gn!choreographer!Reader

◆ TYPE: SFW, romantic

◆ ALLERGEN WARNINGS: None. Maybe like one single mention in regards to how these events would be with a fem!reader but otherwise this is strictly gender neutral.

◆ NOTES: HELLO I DID SEE YOUR OTHER REQUEST AND I WAS GONNA WORK ON IT BEFORE KDH TOOK OVER MY BRAIN 😭😭😭 YES YOU CAN BE ☀️🌙 ANON FIRST OF ALL I' SO SORRY I HAVEN'T DONE THE OTHERS YET AND SECOND OF ALL THANK YOU FOR THE CONSIDERATION ☹️. Anyway read this for? The continuation? Not the right word but alas

It feels like sacrilege to write something about this because holy fuck this is already DEVASTATING as is 😭😭😭😭😭 WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS but god okay here we go

I'm just going to say to get it out of the way bc this is genuinely a thought I have—if this was a fem!reader thing, it'd be another form of devastation. Gonna state the obvious here but K-Pop idols being gay, while they definitely lean into the queer fanservice and it isn't illegal to be gay in South Korea, still isn't widely socially accepted (there are some exceptions that came out but it is VERY MINIMAL). I don't even think it'd ever register to Rumi that you'd ever be interested unless she had some sort of bi awakening or you flat-out spit it out. And even then considering how she was most likely raised by Celine to be a WEAPON in both demon slaying and idol stuff, along with being taught to hide herself, I don't even know if it'd be an easy thing to swallow. But that's just me okay ANYWAY moving on frfr

You two growing up together as childhood besties and Celine training the both of you since you were young gives you a sort of special bond that not even Zoey or Mira have bc I THINK iicr they had their own lives when they grew up before they got scouted by Celine (how tf would we know when they never go into it right 😓). The two of you have the most experience, and the rapport comes the easiest. But as much as Rumi wanted to tell you about her demonic heritage, Celine has it drilled even deeper than you that she NEEDS to hide it—conceal don't feel Elsa type shit

I think Celine would also entrust watching over Rumi (and the whole of HUNTR/X) to you. Since, yk, there's only three people allowed every generation. This opens up the choreographer role, being able to guide them and their movements while keeping an eye on them when Celine can't. Unfortunately this also does kinda put pressure on you NOT confessing to Rumi bc 1) it'd probably end up as a distraction and 2) you don't wanna bother her about it. So at the VERY LEAST you'd be planning to say something AFTER they get the Golden Honmoon and all the demons are banished. Surely that'd be fine right? WRONG

Ever since the Saja Boys appeared, Rumi's been distant. Not just from Zoey and Mira, but you as well, which is diabolical since the two of you are guaranteed attached to the hip. Said two would be the only people that are well aware of your feelings for Rumi, and by GOD they feel bad for you. They're saying that Rumi's just!! Distracted over the upcoming Idol Awards and the Golden Honmoon!!!!!! But you've been seeing Rumi less and less, she's gradually kinda withdrawn and stopped talking to you about her problems, and she gets all sketchy and weird when you knock on her door or anything

The words slip out of your mouth before you could keep it down, "Did I do something wrong?"

Rumi looked up from her lap, her hands lightly pinching at the edges of her hoodie—your hoodie, you notice, the one you gave her one day but never bothered to ask for back because she said it was comfortable and gave good coverage of her whole body. "No?" Her eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly, and she looked genuinely taken off-guard by your question, "I don't.. think so? Why do you ask? Did something happen?"

You shook your head, "No, just.. you've just been avoiding me recently, so I thought I made you upset somehow."

"You know if I was upset, I'd tell you, right? Been doing that since we were kids," Rumi smiled lightly, "even when it was just me tripping over a rock and wanting those cute little bandaids you had."

At one point, you would've said 'yes' without a single doubt in your mind, but recently you've had doubts. Growing up with her meant you basically knew her better than she even knew herself, after all.

You wanted to say 'no' or 'I don't know'. You wanted to be honest.

"Yeah. I do." That's all that came tumbling out. "But I just..."

Miss you.

You shrugged before sitting down beside her on the bed, bumping your shoulders together as you reassured her, though you didn't know of what, "Don't forget you can come to me anything, yeah? I'm not gonna judge."

She doesn't verbally answer, but she does nod and lean on your side. Though you don't dare to look down at her expression—the nagging feeling of paranoia, mixed with the respect you had for Rumi, was pushing you away from prying—if you did you would've seen regret written all over her face.

It only all makes sense at the Idol Awards, when her identity is revealed and you lot all realise she was trying to work with Jinu (clearly it kinda failed since 🤷‍♀️). It clicks to you Really Easily, why Rumi's been secretive and distant this whole time, and even when it came to other stuff like why she doesn't go to the bathhouse or why she favours things with full coverage and long sleeves even if it was the MIDDLE OF FUCKING JULY!!!! You saw it on the screen, right beside Bobby, and by the time you get to where the girls are, Mira and Zoey have their weapons pointed at Rumi and Rumi is glowing, devastated, inhuman

Do you care though? No duh. So you step in between the two parties with your own weapon. But even you could tell that Mira and Zoey weren't into it at all—they didn't wanna fight Rumi at all

Mira's grip tightened on her glaive, "[Y/N]. Step away."

"No," you raised your own weapon higher, "not before the two of you lower your weapons. What the hell are you doing?"

"What we, as Hunters, are supposed to be doing!" Mira's voice raised, tinged with a mix of disbelief and mournful desperation, "We've been trained under the code of killing all demons for years, and yet she's been working with them the whole time?"

You hear Rumi's voice from behind you, broken, layered with something else, "No, I--"

"Oh, cut the crap! You kept this a secret the entire time and never thought to tell us when we-- when we--" Mira's voice broke off with a strangled rasp, her blade lowering slightly, before she blinked her unshed tears away and held firm with her stance, "If you're not going to help us, then step away."

You didn't move, "No."

"Stop being so stubborn and turn around! Look at her!"

And you did.

You saw her eyes, half a normal brown and half a slitted amber that glowed just like the purple markings that stretched all across her skin. You saw the claws on one of her hands, the way her skin now sported a grey-violet tinge that gradiented into her normal skin colour.

You saw the shame.

Zoey, the quietest you've ever seen her, dematerialised one hand of her knives to tug at Mira's jacket, "Mira, maybe we can just.. leave--"

"You're defending a demon that lied to us--"

"I'm defending someone I love!"

Silence followed, save for the echoes of your raised proclamation that bounced off the walls—

"It doesn't matter what she is, she's still my Rumi. If you really want to kill her, if you really believe that she's nothing but a demon? You'll have to kill me first."

—and the sharp intake of breath from behind you.

If Rumi were to look at the others' faces, she wouldn't see shock—they knew, after all. Instead, their expressions had crumpled. Zoey's hold on her knives had trembled slightly, and Mira had stared at you in a mix of rage and devastation.. before the both of them lowered their arms.

"..Go," you spoke softly, keeping your eyes pinned onto the duo as you spoke to the woman behind you, despite the heartache, "find him. See what went wrong."

Her clawed hand had shakily reached out behind you, but she retracts it in a near-instant with a tiny whimper before running off.

And that's when you slumped to your knees.

"Fuck."

And then the whole thing kinda goes the same way it did until the end of the movie. Rumi's mourning for someone that, by Hunter code, she shouldn't have mourned and yet it's not as if feelings are easy to erase. Not just her feelings for Jinu, but yes her fears, her insecurities, her shame (no thanks to Celine, you find out from her later 😒)

It'd definitely take a while for her to get accustomed to walking around with her markings freely out in the open. This girl's been raised to think she should be ASHAMED of herself for even basically existing, and she has to hide whatever taint her demonic ancestry's given her instead of embracing it. Add onto the fact that she's realised the entire time there was one person who's loved her and WILL love her unconditionally, even when sometimes she still thinks she looks like a monster when her internal doubts get to her? Oh she's crying. And who does she realise holds her every time? You.

"I'm sorry."

You shook your head, "Don't ever be sorry. I.. kinda figured it was best to keep it a secret until it faded away."

"Don't say that," she smacked your arm lightly.

"Okay, yeah, I guess it does sound kind of sad."

"'Kind of'?" Rumi scoffed lightly, though her tone held no heat to it, "Mira and Zoey told me that you've been having this crush for years!"

"Since I first saw you, actually."

"That makes it worse! ..For that long?"

"..yeah." You laughed, mostly at yourself as you looked out at the city from her room balcony, "I don't think it'll go away."

Rumi just watched you, watched how the city lights and the iridescent Honmoon twinkled in your eyes. And she tore her eyes away after a while, resulting in the both of you simply.. city-watching amidst the silence.

But she breaks it after a while, her voice a fragile thing, "..Could you.. wait for me?"

"Hm?"

"I think.. I want to recover. Or, well, unlearn Celine's.. way of the Honmoon." She leans her head on your shoulder, her now-iridescent markings casting a soft glow on your skin and her hair loose from her usual braid, "I want to learn how to stop hiding first. Then.. I'll see. Is that.. okay?"

You looped your arm around Rumi to hug her by the side without any hesitation, "Take as much time as you want. I'll be here."

"..Thank you."

"Mm. ..Besides, who else would choreograph your dances? Mira could, sure, but not as good as me."

"Pfft. Ruin the moment, why don't you?"

[cherrygarcia-07]

Hi Cherry! I just saw that your requests are open, and I was wondering, what are your Spencer headcannons? Like in a relationship but maybe also in general?

aaaah thank you so much for asking I love making up little spencer scenarios in my head !! apologies if these aren’t that interesting they’re just the thoughts off the top of my head but thank you for giving me an opportunity to ramble about him :3

in a relationship

(i’m a firm bisexual spencer believer so these are all gender neutral)

-he’s a big cuddler. i feel like that’s a generally excepted one in the community but like that man hangs on like a koala. there’s times when he’s overwhelmed and needs to be alone, but there’s more times when he just wants to be as physically close to his partner as possible and live in their skin . also he looooves to be the little spoon.

-speaking of, he’s kind of like a great dane with lap dog syndrome. he kind of forgets how big he is when he wants to lie on top of his partner or cuddle up into them. think how he always tries to curl up on the jet with his big long legs folded all awkwardly lol

-he’s not a huge pet name user, at least not at first. honestly, he loves to just use his partner’s name because it’s theirs and he loves them and how their name feels in his mouth. however the pet names he uses are classic ones, like honey or sweetheart (i’m a big sweetheart spencer enthusiast) and they often come out when his partner is upset/stressed and he’s calming them down. in my opinion he wouldn’t really use baby himself but he would melt when it’s used on him. i think he’d probably also come up with some cute nickname personal to his partner, something unique referencing some kind of inside joke or book they read together.

-if his partner doesn’t speak english as their first language you bet he is learning their native language as soon as possible. he loves the way they light up and speak with more confidence in their native language and he wants them to be able to do that freely. if you walked into his apartment you’d find stacks and stacks of books about their culture and their home country.

-he matches his ties and sometimes his mismatched socks to his partner’s outfit on date night. it’s something silly that makes the two of them happy, and he really just loves making the effort for them. he likes everybody he walks past to know that he’s theirs.

-biiiiig love letter writer/note leaver. literally words are his love language. he thinks it’s magic how they can have so much power, how many ways you can use them to say i love you in a million different ways. the letters he writes are like something out of an old timey romance novel, like they were literally written at his desk in the candlelight with ink and a quill. he also loves leaving little notes around for his partner with quotes from poems and literature. (he also doodles on them a lot)

-in relation to that this man is SO romantic but literally has no idea. he’s not even trying to be. he knows he’s not the type for grand gestures or big public displays like he sees in movies so he thinks he has no game but then he’ll turn around and hand his partner a poem he read and say some shit like “the line about the sunset reminded me of how beautiful you looked in the light of the refrigerator that time we danced in the kitchen.” (or something much more elaborate than that but i have no game myself to think of an example). he’s romantic in the small gestures, in the flowers he picks for them on the walk home because he thought they were pretty, in the way he holds his jacket over their head when it’s raining to protect them, in everything he does.

-he loves parallel play. his brain is always working overtime around other people so with his partner he loves that the two of them are so comfortable enough with one another to just sit and co exist and not worry about anything else. he’s just happy to be near them.

-he lets out his goofy side in his relationships. think his clint eastwood impression or the karaoke scene. his partner is always sitting through impressions of various characters from different things, or listening to him awkwardly singing along to his old records as he cleans or brews his coffee. he’ll tell them all the stupid puns and jokes he can think of even if he laughs at them harder than they do.

in general

-he gets along so well with old ladies. like they love him so much he’s practically an old lady in his heart. i think when not in work he craves something mundane or normal, so he joins a knitting club or a book club or something with a bunch of old ladies and he either joins in all their chatting or just sits back and listens to them gossip.

-speaking of… he is such a gossip. he will deny it til the end of the earth but he is. he can be trusted with secrets and he’ll never tell anything private or sworn to secrecy but sit him and garcia in a room together and everyone’s petty business is getting aired.

-on that note he lowkey loves reality tv. another thing he completely denies. he’ll say it’s boring or not appealing to him but if someone is watching it around him they’ll catch him lingering quietly in the background. if asked he’ll say he’s studying their behaviour or something like that but really he’s just kinda messy.

-loves jim henson. the muppets, labyrinth, everything. it’s just wacky and weird and wonderful which is everything he is but he’s also fascinated by puppetry and everything that goes into the craft and making the shows/movies and it’s something he loves to infodump about.

-on halloween he keeps candy by his front door for trick or treaters in the apartment building and he goes all out for them. he buys a mask or a simple costume for himself and maybe makes a silly monster noise when he opens the door to make them laugh, and of course after that he compliments all their costumes and tells them they look awesome. in my opinion he was never taken trick or treating as a kid and as a lover of halloween he wants to make it special for all the kids that stop by.

-like everything he owns is from vintage/antique stores, especially all his trinkets and oddities. a perfect afternoon for him is just strolling the stores with a cup of coffee in his hand. he always tries to find out the history of the items he’s buying from the owners and he feels especially attached if whatever it is has a little story behind it. they’re also just a great excuse for him to ramble. if someone is in his apartment and compliments something he gets to break out into his ‘it’s made of this kind of ceramic and it was made in this year and comes from this country’ and he just loves doing that so much.

-he has an old old teddy bear that he treasures. it was either his as a young boy or his mums when she was a kid. it’s worn, it’s weathered but that’s what makes it charming. he doesn’t play with it or anything but its comforting to have around. he props it up on his pillows every morning when he makes his bed, or sometimes sits it on the other side of the chess board when he’s playing by himself. he might talk to it a little occasionally, like narrating the chess game or apologising when he wakes up and finds it on the floor.

-he corrects staff at museums or exhibits and stuff if there’s any misinformation and they lowkey find him annoying for it but i think it’s endearing. he’s just passionate about the facts and that’s okay.

-loooooves rainy weather. not necessarily to be in it but just to sit at his window and watch with a book in his hands and a cup of coffee next to him. he finds it cosy and relaxing, like white noise for when his brain is going a thousand miles a minute.

-he keeps notebooks for everything. he has one where he writes about his pet fish, their names and personalities and anything cute or amusing they did that day. he makes up little stories for them, like if two of them are acting odd he’ll write that they’re bickering and speculate why. he also has a notebook full of book reviews and essays that he writes just for fun, because to him reading is only half the fun and the rest of it comes in the analysis.

sorry i went on for SOOOO long but I just love talking about this man so much he’s the love of my life😭 i hope this was enjoyable for you!!!

[lieslab]

How rare and beautiful it is to even exist

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Pairing: Og8 X gn reader

Summary: After struggling with your identity, you realize you might be non-binary.

Genre: 9th member AU

Word Count: 3.2K

A/N: Requestee, I'm so glad you requested this. Happy pride month!! June is slowly dwindling to a close, but my love and support for the lgbtq+ community is not. You are so loved here. May love continue to win in every form it takes <3

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Sitting on the edge of the stage, you sipped from your water bottle silently. Your heart thumped against the side of your lungs. It was just another sound check, but you still screwed around with the guys. From jumping and bumping into one another, to chasing one another around the stage when you weren’t singing, it definitely caused your heart rate to increase. 

Room temperature water wasn’t the best, but you made it work. Your eyes scanned around the empty seats of the venue. Thousands of these seats would be filled later. You’d all perform like you always did. Thinking about it made your heart swell with joy. 

Screwing around on stage, dancing beneath spotlights, singing your heart out, it all came so naturally to you. You spent months as a trainee trying to make your dreams come true. When Stray Kids debuted, you could hardly believe it was happening. 

It all happened so quickly. More dance practices and more studio sessions. Lessons to improve your talents and a chance to learn new languages. Become more fluent, do things right, you were always so excited and now you’re here. You were doing it. You were living out your dreams. Almost exactly the way you wanted to. Almost, but not quite in the way you desired. 

Felix dropped down beside you panting. Strands of golden hair framed his head like a halo. “I can’t believe we have another hour of this left.” He tugged the cap of his own water bottle off his water. “I’m so tired.” 

You chuckled and nudged his shoulder. “I told you that you shouldn’t wear yourself down.” 

“I know, but I get so excited. Even when it’s soundcheck, it’s like I can pick up on the excitement of the fans. Did you know they’re already lining up? We still have three hours and the merch line is already lined up halfway behind the building.” 

Two dimples and a face full of freckles. Just talking to you, he squirmed with excitement. Pearly white teeth poked through a grin. “I still can’t believe this is all happening for us. It feels like a dream I never want to wake up from.” 

Footsteps approached from behind the two of you. Chan’s hands went to his hips and he glanced down fondly. “What are you two talking about?” 

“Hi, hyung.” Felix glanced up. “Did you see the fans lined up outside? There’s so many of them. It’s going to be a full house tonight.” 

“Yeah, it never gets old.” 

Felix shifted, lightly bumping into you. “Yeah, I’m going to see if anyone on Bubble is here. I need to thank them for standing outside. Their legs must be so tired. Oh, I love them so much.” 

You leaned back, so you could see Chan. He smiled, reached down, and gently patted your head. “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” 

“You’re a little quiet.” 

“I’m in awe.” You gestured to the empty seats. “It’s amazing, really. I still can’t believe it.” 

“Pretty cool, huh?”

“Always.” 

He ruffled your hair before heading back to the rest of the guys. Felix held up his phone and nudged your side once more. “Pose with me, so we can take a picture for the fans.” 

You held up half a heart with a smile, but deep down, something didn’t feel right in your heart. 

~ ~ ~ 

You were quiet on the way to the hotel. The guys were all so rowdy. Hyunjin and Han took turns impersonating some of the things they heard the fans scream in the crowd. 

“Jeongin! Jeongin! Oh, Jeongin!” Hyunjin reached up his hand and waved it around. 

“Changbinnie, if you look into my eyes, we have to get married!” Han responded. Changbin leaned over and whacked him in the back of the head. 

Minho laughed and Seungmin rolled his eyes. “They’d never want to be with you two idiots if they knew what you were like in real life.” 

“Unfortunately for the fans, they’re already mine and I’m not sharing.” Felix leaned over, wrapped his arms around Changbin’s arm, and leaned against him. “It feels so nice to be more than a fan.” 

“Ew,” Jeongin mumbled. 

“Did you guys have a good time?” Chan asked from the front passenger’s seat. 

“Yeah!” 

“Duh.” 

“Let’s do it again tomorrow! Fighting!” 

“LET’S GO!” 

You reached up and plugged your ears. No matter how long you’d been here, you still weren’t used to the loudness. Chaos bloomed when all nine of you were around each other. You only removed your fingers when they settled back down. 

Jeongin sighed and leaned back in his seat. “We had a really good crowd tonight. I’m tired, but I feel proud of what we accomplished. It was electrifying.”

“Did you guys see that one kid?” Han added. “They dressed up like Wolf Chan and it was so cute!” 

“What?” Chan jerked around in his seat. “Are you serious? I didn’t get to see it! Wait, now I feel bad.” 

“It’ll definitely be posted on social media at some point. There were a bunch of fans taking photos of them.” 

You listened without commenting. After concerts, you were always lacking energy. You used it all on the stage, but once you were away, your limbs grew heavy. Exhaustion clung onto you. You were so tired and couldn’t shake the feeling. 

Beside you, Minho glanced over and eyed you up and down. “Are you okay?” 

“Hmm?” 

“You look tired.” 

“I feel tired.” 

“We’re almost to the hotel. You can shower and get some sleep. You’ve eaten something, right?” 

“Of course.” 

He narrowed his eyes at you suspiciously, but finally gave up. “Okay.” He leaned back into his seat and reached up to flick Changbin in the back of his head. Just as he did, he jerked his hand away. “Ew, you’re soaked in sweat.” 

“That’s his slick,” Hyunjin commented. 

Felix’s eyes widened and he pulled away. His hands went over his eyes. Han’s mouth dropped open and he pulled himself forward and then looked behind him. “What the fuck?” 

Chan jerked down the rearview mirror and used it to look behind him. “Slick? As in like in the…” 

Jeongin gagged and cried out. “Stop it! Hyunjin, shut up! No more! I can’t do this tonight.” 

“MY SLICK? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN? HYUNJIN, WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?” 

“He’s releasing pheromones and Lix is being affected.” 

 “Hyung, no!”

All your manager could do was roll his eyes and hope the hotel appeared sooner, rather than later as he drove. 

~ ~ ~ 

Freshly showered, you stared at your reflection in the mirror hung on the hotel room wall. You stared at your jawline and tipped your head from one side to the other. You knew you shouldn’t be so quick to judge yourself, but you did. 

It wasn’t just the fans that held opinions of all of you, it was everyone. Every interaction that you’d ever held with another person, it weighed upon you. How strange it was to be given a face and a body without your consent. Now you were here and there was nothing you could do about it. 

You didn’t get a choice in your biological sex. The floodgates of genetics and science opened. Your body formed itself from genetic codes, DNA, and you grew in your mother’s womb, just the same as everyone else. You had a similar upbringing to everyone, so why did you feel like a stranger in your own body? 

“Are you aware it’s after midnight?” Seungmin’s voice came from behind you. You jumped, spinning around to find him. He stared at you with narrowed eyes. “Forget you were sharing a room with me, or what?” 

“Yeah, kinda. I thought you were still in Hyunjin’s room. I didn’t realize you came back.” 

“I’ve been here since you were in the shower.” 

You nodded and walked away from your mirror. Across the way, a neatly made bed waited for you. This morning, you all checked into your hotel. The members shared hotel rooms like they always did. This time, you were with Seungmin. 

You didn’t mind Seungmin. In fact, you appreciated his honesty. Right now, you didn’t. Seungmin had the tendency to point out when something was wrong, before you were ready to talk about it. He was good at recognizing your distressed body language. 

“If you’re worried about the way you look, you shouldn’t. You were blessed with good genes and I wouldn’t lie about that.” 

You nodded and climbed into your bed. He watched you, but you didn’t say anything else. You squirmed, trying to pull the covers up from beneath you. You hoped the white bedding had been bleached, but you didn’t know for sure. Before you could fully pull up the blankets, Seungmin spoke again. 

“Is there something happening with you that we should know about? You’ve been acting kinda strange lately. Like, for example, when we have interviews, or photoshoots, and we have to get our makeup done; you kinda act a little funny. Like you’re nervous and it’s been happening for a while. You’ve never acted like that before. Is something wrong?” 

Internally, you cursed him. How dare he be good at picking up your uncomfortable cues. The way you looked at yourself in the mirror and quickly looked away. You saw yourself, but not in the way you wanted to. It always felt wrong. 

You hesitated, unsure if you should bring it up, or not. You knew he wouldn’t judge you, but you still felt unsure. What if he didn’t understand it? What if something changed and he did judge you? 

“You know how genders exist?” 

“Mhm.” 

Your eyes caught the carpet. You sucked in a deep breath, trying to find the courage to speak up. “What if… What if I don’t feel like a specific gender?” 

“Then you don’t feel like a specific gender.” 

“But…” 

“But?” He raised an eyebrow. 

“But… I-” You shook your head and shut your eyes. “I don’t know. I don’t know what I feel. Some days, I want to go by certain pronouns and other days, I feel like a foreign being in my own body. What if I don’t know who I am, Seungmin?” 

“Who said you have to know?” 

You chuckled weakly, “the world.” 

“The world is bullshit. This is your life and you might only get one of them. The bravest thing a person can do in this life is unapologetically be yourself. The world doesn’t need an explanation. Society doesn’t need a definition.” 

“What if I want to label it?” 

“Then you’re allowed to do that as well.” 

“I think I might be non-binary.” 

“Well, in that case, congratulations on coming out.” 

You blinked a few times, trying to process his words. “That’s it? That’s all you're going to say?” 

“Uh-” He raised an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, is that not the right thing to say? What do you want me to do? Should I tell you to go back in the closet, or…?” 

“But you’re not making it a big deal. You’re not acting like it’s a problem.” 

“Why would it be a problem?” 

“It’s not normal.” 

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “A lot of things aren’t normal. Who gets to define what’s normal and what’s not? Society changes all the time. You’re still you. You still have that same personality. So maybe you feel one gender, another, or maybe none of them. That’s not a big deal. A big deal would be you announcing that you’re bringing a baby into the world. This isn’t a problem.”

“But aren’t you scared?” 

“Of what?” 

“What if the fans find out? What if they leave?” 

“Then those sound like people I don’t want to have in our fan group. We’re accepting of different cultures here. Different languages, different communities, different genders, different sexualities. If someone is going to alienate someone and try to ridicule someone for something that makes them feel happy, that’s not a person I’d like to be associated with.” 

You stared at him, feeling like you might cry. His brutal honesty created a shield in front of you and you didn’t know how to thank him. You knew his words rang true, but hearing them out loud, hearing that someone believed in you, no matter who you felt like, no matter who you wanted to be, it felt like saving grace. 

“Why are you tearing up?” He asked. “I didn’t think you were the sappy type.” 

“Because I’ve been holding it back for a while. I’ve been terrified of how you’ll all react. I don’t want to cause problems in the group.”

“Uh, have you met us? Felix practically wants to live in Changbin’s muscles. Han and Minho have hundreds of fanfics written about the two of them. I like being manhandled. Hyunjin and Chan have made two music videos together where they’re practically in heat around one another. Changbin insists he’s married to Hyunjin and you’re worried about us judging you because you don’t feel like a specific gender fits you?” 

Your eyes went down and you scratched the back of your head. “You know, when you say it out loud, it kinda sounds silly.” 

“We love you, you idiot. All of you. You’re not letting us down if you decide to do what makes you happy. It’s encouraged here and you should know that by now.” 

“So I shouldn’t be afraid if I come out to the other guys?” 

“I think the only thing you should be afraid of is Felix hugging you so tight, he might crack your ribs.” 

“Thanks, Seungmin.” 

“Anytime. Now if you’re going to get some sleep, I’m going to turn off the light. I can’t stand sleeping in anything, but the dark.”

“Right.” You jerked up the covers and hunkered into the coolness. A faint smile appeared on your face as the lights flipped off. This went far better than you expected it to. 

If Seungmin was this accepting, you had no doubt that the rest would accept you with open arms. 

~ ~ ~ 

The next morning, after a hotel breakfast of scrambled eggs and maple sausage, you sat in the back of the car with your lips pressed together. Seungmin hadn’t said anything about last night’s conversation and you knew he wasn’t going to. He was reliable like that and he knew it wasn’t his right to bring up. 

Your manager was still inside the hotel. He was talking to one of the employees about something. The rest of you waited for him to come back and drive you to the venue for night two of the concert. The guys were lost in their own conversations. 

It took a few moments for you to decide what to do. You could have waited to tell the guys later, but it didn’t feel right to leave them out of the conversation. You cleared your throat, trying to catch their attention. 

It only worked about half. Beside you, Hyunjin’s face scrunched up. “I swear, if you have a sore throat and you give it to me, I’m going to give it right back to you.” 

“I don’t, I just want to say something.” 

“Oh, in that case, I’ve got it.” He shut his eyes and lifted his head. “Everyone, shut up!” When the van quieted, he looked back at you and smiled. “Okay, you can talk now.”

“Thanks.” 

“Is something wrong?” Han was the first to turn around in his seat. “Are you feeling okay?” 

The guys shifted in their seats, trying to look at you. You sat in the back left corner of the van. “I’m alright, I just want to tell you guys something that I’ve been keeping quiet for a while now.” 

A quiet tension strummed up. The guys glanced at one another, unsure of where this was going, but they waited for you to speak. Your eyes caught Seungmin’s and he slightly nodded, letting you know it was okay. 

“I-I think I’m non-binary.” 

“That’s okay,” Hyunjin reached over and gently patted your shoulder. “I’m not good with binary codes, either.” 

“Wait, what?” Han asked. 

Felix burst into a fit of laughter. “Hyung, I think they mean they don’t fit into a specific gender spectrum. They’re not talking about coding, they’re talking about genders.” 

“Oh! That makes a lot more sense. Sorry, sorry.” He reached over with a meek smile and patted your shoulder again. “Congrats on that. I’m still not good at binary codes. Hopefully, I’m better at understanding this. I should have known that.” 

“Your stupidity impresses me every day, Hwang.” 

“Shut up, Minho, I said I was sorry!” 

“This is really cool!” Felix grinned and leaned forward. He pressed his chin to the edge of the seat. “Thank you for telling us.” His hand reached out towards yours. You reached up and gently grabbed it with a shy smile. 

“So what do you want to go by now? For your pronouns?” Jeongin asked. 

“Uh…” You shrugged, still not quite sure. 

“I’m calling you an ‘it,’” Minho called from up front. “It as in a creature. You’ve always been a bit of a creature. A bit of a freak. Fortunately, I am just as much of a freak as you are.” He smirked in the rearview mirror and winked. 

“Hyung, you can’t say that!” Seungmin sputtered. 

“We should celebrate!” Changbin squealed. “After this concert, I’m buying us all drinks.” 

“How are we going to tell the fans?” You asked. “I mean, they deserve to know, right? I-” 

“Woah,” Chan’s eyes widened. “We don’t have to tell them right away. You’re allowed to take the time and let it settle between all of us first, yeah? You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. When the time feels right for you, we’ll do it in whatever way feels the best, okay?” 

You sucked in a deep breath and nodded. “Yeah, I think that feels better. So you’re not mad?” 

“Mad?” Han’s eyes widened. “Mad? Why would we be mad?” 

“Woman, man, non-conforming,” Minho waved his hand. “As long as I can still touch your ass, it’s not a problem for me.” 

“We still love you, no matter what,” Jeongin added. 

“We’re happy you told us,” Felix squeezed your hand again. 

“Do I still get to touch your ass, or…” 

“Minho, hyung!” 

He rolled his eyes and slammed his rearview mirror shut. “When did it become a criminal act to show your members love?” 

“By touching our asses?” 

“It’s my way of showing my love.” 

“Pervert,” Jeongin mumbled. “I heard that and just for that, I’m gonna lift your shirt later and show your abs.” 

“Go ahead, I’ve been working on them.”

“Oh!” Felix’s eyes widened. “Can I feel them? Can I see them? Do you wanna see mine, too?” 

Seungmin chuckled and glanced back at you. “See, I told you and you were worried about not being accepted by these idiots?”

“You told Seungmin first?” Changbin asked you. 

“It’s not like I meant to do it on purpose!” 

And that’s when the bickering and arguing started over which group member you loved more. Despite it, you couldn’t get over the warmth that encapsulated your heart. Maybe you weren’t perfect and you were still figuring things out. 

No matter who you wanted to be, as long as you were here, you’d always have people who rooted for you; they’d always be your home.

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*ೃ༄ Megan Skiendiel x f!reader

Everyone ships Megan Skiendiel with your brother Gabriel, convinced they're endgame. He's always taking credit for the sweet gestures that make Megan swoon, and she totally believes he's the one. But you, Y/N Y/L/N, have been secretly head over heels for Megan for years. You're the one leaving those thoughtful gifts and sending those encouraging messages, watching your brother bask in the glory.

But as Megan starts spending more time with you, she can't shake this feeling. Now Megan's wondering if the person she's really meant to be with has been right in front of her all this time.

part: one. <two.> three. four. five. six.

Y/N Y/L/N had slowly, painfully, become the secret builder of Megan’s small joys. It was a role she never asked for, a strange, heavy job that both made her heart glow with a quiet happiness and, at the same time, slowly broke it. Every thoughtful act, every careful surprise, was meant only for Megan, a quiet whisper of love Y/N couldn’t say out loud. It was her way of showing, without words, how deeply she cared, how much Megan truly meant to her.

However, time and again, her older brother, Gabriel, would just step in. Like a sudden, cool shadow falling over a sunlit path, he would effortlessly claim the praise, the smiles, the grateful looks meant for someone else. It was a strange, sad dance they all seemed to be caught in, though only Y/N knew the full steps.

Y/N poured her whole heart into these actions. Each one was like a tiny, precious gift of herself, a silent promise of a love she couldn’t openly share. Yet, almost as soon as she made the move, she would watch Gabriel soak up Megan’s thanks, her happy exclamations, her warm glances.

It was a pain she put on herself, a constant, dull ache behind her ribs. Still, the thought of Megan being truly happy, even if that happiness was based on a lie, was enough to make Y/N keep going. She told herself, over and over, that it was worth it. That Megan’s smile, no matter who caused it, was enough.

She could vividly recall one particularly rough evening. The air outside was turning chilly, and a sense of quiet dread hung over campus as midterms approached. Megan had been buried in the university common room for hours, a place usually full of chatter that was now hushed by the shared stress of exams.

Megan was surrounded by piles of thick textbooks and scattered notes, her hair a bit messy from running her hands through it in frustration. She was deep into a huge, confusing philosophy paper, a subject that often tied her in knots. Y/N had seen her earlier, her forehead crinkled in a worried frown, her shoulders slumped, and her hand shaking slightly as she tried to highlight a passage in a dense, difficult book.

Y/N knew Megan’s habits well – how she always reached for warm, comforting drinks when she was stressed, especially after long hours of intense studying. She remembered Megan mentioning her deep love for a very specific spiced chai latte from a small, cozy café all the way across town, a little place with mismatched chairs and the scent of cinnamon and old books. It was a cafe Y/N herself rarely visited, because it was quite a walk.

A decision, quick and sharp, had formed in Y/N’s mind. “Should I do this?” a small, tired voice inside her head whispered. It felt like that voice was always there, a tiny, nagging doubt.

“It’ll just hurt later, when Gabriel takes credit, won't it? You know how this goes.”

But then, another voice, stronger and filled with the pure, aching want to ease Megan’s stress, spoke up, “She needs it. Look at her. She’s really struggling.”

This second voice, the one that rooted for Megan’s happiness above all else, always, always won.

So, Y/N had quietly slipped out of the common room, moving like a shadow, trying to blend into the group of students heading out for dinner or back to their dorms. The air outside was turning cold, a fine, misty drizzle starting to fall, making the streetlights glow softly, blurring their edges into halos. She walked quickly, the familiar dampness of the city settling on her skin, feeling the cool drops on her eyelashes.

The sounds of distant cars rattling by and chatter from students slowly faded as she got closer to the quiet café, warm light in the gathering dusk. Inside, the warmth and the rich, sweet smell of spices mixed with brewing tea were comforting.

She ordered Megan's exact chai, asking for it extra hot, just how Megan liked it, knowing she'd be sipping it slowly while she worked. While waiting, she found a stray napkin on the counter and, with a tiny, worn pen she always carried, drew a small, familiar star on the cup’s sleeve—a little inside joke from a conversation she’d had with Megan months ago about wishing on constellations after a particularly tough exam. It was a small, secret mark, meant only for Megan, a tiny piece of Y/N’s heart hidden in plain sight, a silent message—”I see you. I’m thinking of you.”

Back at the university, Y/N crept back into the common room. It felt heavier now, the air thick with unspoken worries. Megan was still there, hunched over her laptop, looking even more tired and lost in her work.

Y/N’s heart ached just looking at her, a tight squeeze in her chest. She carefully placed the warm cup of chai and a small, neatly folded napkin (with a little motivational doodle on it, a tiny, happy doodle she knew Megan would find amusing) beside Megan’s laptop, making sure not to make a sound, not to disturb her focus.

Then, holding her breath, Y/N quickly, silently slipped away, disappearing back into the hallway before Megan could even lift her head, before she could even notice the small act of kindness.

An hour later, Y/N walked back through the common room again, pretending to just be "passing by" on her way to grab a late snack. And then she heard it. Megan's voice, bright with pure, unburdened gratitude, echoed across the almost empty room.

"Oh my God, Gabriel, you are a lifesaver! This chai latte is exactly what I needed! How did you know?" Gabriel, leaning casually against the doorframe, a relaxed, easy smirk on his face, simply winked.

"Knew you'd be in here suffering, Megs. Figured a little pick-me-up was in order." Y/N saw him glance down at the cup, his smirk briefly wavering as he noticed the small, hand-drawn star on the sleeve, a slight frown of confusion crossing his face for just a second but he was quick, he recovered instantly, shrugging playfully.

"Anything to help you crush that paper, Megs. You deserve a break." Megan had smiled, a tired but truly grateful smile, her eyes full of warmth and thanks directed only at him. "You're seriously the best," she'd murmured, taking a long, comforting sip, her shoulders relaxing just a little.

The words "You're seriously the best" felt like a knife twisting in Y/N. They weren't meant for her, the one who had felt the drizzle, walked to the distant cafe, carefully chose the exact drink, and added the secret star. They were for Gabriel, who had done none of those things.

He had just accepted the praise, like it was always meant for him. Y/N retreated to her own dorm room, the familiar ache in her chest sharpening into a dull, throbbing pain that spread through her whole body.

It wasn't just the credit he stole, it was the feeling of closeness, of being truly understood, that he took away from her. Every thoughtful act, every attempt to show Megan that Y/N truly saw her, was hijacked, making Megan believe it was his attentiveness, his understanding, his care.

Your pining felt heavier than ever, a secret so massive and crushing it threatened to break you. You knew, deep down, that you should stop. You should pull away, protect your heart from this constant, self-inflicted pain. Sometimes you just wish that your own brother, Gabriel, would back off.

However, the thought of not being the one to bring even a tiny flicker of joy to Megan’s day, even in secret, felt utterly unbearable. So, you continued, a silent guardian of her happiness, forever invisible in her eyes.

The chai latte incident was just one of many, many times this had happened. Weeks later, Megan had mentioned, with a frustrated sigh, how incredibly confusing her advanced historical economics class was. She was struggling badly, often complaining about the dense textbooks and the complex theories. She felt lost.

Y/N, however, had always had a natural knack for breaking down complicated ideas. It was almost a personal challenge for her to take jumbled information and make it clear. Over the next few weeks, while Megan was busy with demanding soccer practice and other tough classes, Y/N spent almost every late night in the library. She didn't just read the historical economics course material, she studied it deeply, she examined every chapter, she dived into the background stories.

She created detailed flowcharts, summarized key points into easy bullet points, drew funny little cartoons in the margins to help remember dry facts, and simplified complex theories into language anyone could understand. It was a huge amount of work, a massive, carefully crafted study guide, something she herself couldn't imagine she can pull off.

She added little encouraging notes in the margins, like "You've got this!" and "Don't let the numbers scare you, they're just friends!"— things she'd say to Megan if she could, little whispers of support.

Once it was finished, a thick binder filled with neatly organized pages, color-coded tabs, and easy-to-read summaries, Y/N felt a strange mix of pride and dread. It was perfect. But how would she get it to Megan? And how, oh how, would Gabriel take credit for this?

She decided on a subtle approach, hoping for once it might slip under his radar. One morning, when she knew Megan would be in a big, crowded lecture hall, Y/N quietly slipped into Megan's locker room (she knew the code from a group project they’d done months ago). She carefully placed the thick binder inside Megan's locker, right on top of her books, so she couldn't miss it. No note, no signature, just the guide itself, a silent offering.

A few days later, Y/N was walking through the student union building when she heard Megan’s voice, buzzing with excitement. "You guys, you will not believe what Gabriel did for me!" she told a small group of friends, including Y/N, after class.

"He somehow got me this amazing study guide for historical economics! It's perfectly organized, and makes everything so clear! I mean, I was really struggling, and now I actually feel like I get it!" She turned to Gabriel, who was casually leaning against a nearby wall, scrolling on his phone, looking as cool as ever.

"Seriously, Gabriel, thank you so much! It's a lifesaver. You’re my lifesaver. My grade is gonna jump because of you!" Gabriel looked up from his phone, a lazy, charming smile spreading across his face.

"Oh, that? Yeah, no problem, Megs. Knew you were having trouble. Just whipped it up for you. Glad it's helping." He didn't even try to look modest or humble, he just accepted the praise as if it were simply his due.

Y/N stood there, a forced, tight smile on her face, feeling her blood run cold, a sudden chill spreading through her veins.

“Whipped it up?” she thought bitterly, her mind screaming. “You didn't even know what historical economics was last week, you kept calling it 'history numbers class'!"

The unfairness was a physical weight, pressing down on her chest, making it hard to breathe, making her vision blur slightly at the edges.

Then came Megan’s birthday. This one was always the hardest of all. You wanted to give her something truly special, something that showed you knew her better than anyone else, something that spoke to her deepest passions.

You remembered a tiny, off-hand comment Megan had made months ago, late one night while talking about her love for classic literature. She’d mentioned an old, out-of-print poetry collection by a lesser-known contemporary of Emily Dickinson, something she’d dreamed of owning but thought was impossible to find.

It was incredibly rare, a true treasure for a poetry lover. Y/N had spent weeks searching online forums, sending emails to collectors, calling small, independent bookstores all over the world, from the US to the Philippines.

She even emailed a quirky little antique book shop she’d heard about in Cebu. Finally, after what felt like endless searching, she tracked down a dusty copy in that tiny shop in Cebu. The owner had been surprised anyone was even asking for it. Y/N paid a hefty price which cost double because of the shipping fee she had to pay for it to be shipped internationally, it was a significant chunk of her savings but the pure joy of finding it for Megan, knowing how happy it would make her, was worth every single cent.

It was more than just a book, it was a piece of her silent affection, something only Y/N, who truly listened to Megan’s quiet wishes, would have known to look for. She wrapped it beautifully in simple, elegant brown paper and tied it with a rustic twine, attaching a small, blank card, left intentionally empty. She planned to leave it on Megan’s desk early on her birthday morning, an anonymous gift from a secret admirer, a small act of love.

Unfortunately, Gabriel beat her to it. On Megan’s birthday morning, as Y/N walked past Megan’s dorm room, her heart pounding with nervous excitement, she saw the door wide open.

Megan was inside, beaming, her face absolutely radiant. She was holding up a beautifully wrapped gift – identical to the one Y/N had purchased, right down to the rustic twine and the exact dimensions of the old book. Gabriel was standing beside her, a proud, almost possessive grin on his face.

"Happy Birthday, Megs! I remembered you mentioning this forever ago," he said, pulling her into a quick, easy hug. "Took me ages to track it down, but anything for you, right? Only the best for my favorite girl."

Megan’s eyes were shining with pure delight. "Gabriel, you shouldn't have! This is... this is incredible! It's exactly the one! How did you even...?" Y/N saw Gabriel subtly glance at the book's spine, then at Megan, before shrugging with a casual, confident air. "Like I said, I have my ways. Only the best for you, birthday girl."

Y/N felt a wave of nausea wash over her. Her hands clenched into fists, fingernails digging into her palms so hard it almost drew blood. She hadn’t even gotten the chance to leave her gift.

He hadn’t just taken credit for something Y/N did, he had somehow gotten the exact same rare item –or, more likely, he had somehow found out about Y/N's gift and co-opted it entirely, perhaps even intercepted it or copied the idea down to the wrapping.

The thought was a chilling realization, a fresh wave of disbelief. This wasn't just stealing credit, it was stealing her unique understanding of Megan, her deep, personal connection, making her thoughtful acts seem shallow and common, easily duplicated.

Her profound disappointment turned into a sharp, bitter anger that tasted like ash in her mouth. She quickly, silently, walked away, the unopened gift for Megan heavy and cold in her own bag, feeling like she had been punched in the gut, winded by the cruelty of it all.

“Why did he choose Megan out of everyone? He could have anyone else he wanted…"

After each of these painful, heartbreaking moments, Y/N would retreat into herself. She’d spend countless hours replaying the scene in her mind, over and over, her thoughts a tangled mess of what-ifs, self-blame, and sadness.

“Why do I keep doing this?” she'd wonder, pacing her small dorm room until late into the night. “It only hurts. It’s like I’m feeding Gabriel’s ego and my own heartbreak at the same time. This is insane.”

She'd try to rationalize Gabriel’s behavior, clutching at any straw of hope.

“Maybe he just doesn't realize what he's doing. Maybe he genuinely forgets that I'm the one who does these things and just assumes he did. Maybe it’s just how he is – a bit scatterbrained, but deep down, he's good-hearted."

However, deep down, in the quiet, honest corner of her soul, she knew it wasn't true. He knew. His knowing smirk, the quick glance at the hidden details, the casual way he dismissed her hints—he knew. He was taking advantage of her quiet nature and his own loud charm, playing a role.

The emotional toll was immense. Y/N often felt drained, utterly exhausted, a dull numbness spreading through her. The constant tightness in her chest was a physical reminder of her unspoken feelings and unacknowledged efforts.

She felt stuck in a never-ending loop: Megan expresses a need or a wish, Y/N quietly fulfills it, Gabriel swoops in, Megan thanks Gabriel with a bright smile, and Y/N feels completely invisible, erased.

The cycle was relentless, and she felt utterly powerless to stop it. She couldn't bring herself to just not do things for Megan, the urge to help, to show care, to ease Megan's burdens, was simply too strong, an impulse etched into her very being.

However, she also couldn't bear the thought of openly telling Megan how she felt, not after years of seeing her so happy with Gabriel, so convinced of his thoughtfulness, his genuine care.

The hardest part, the most agonizing torture, was watching Megan’s genuine happiness when Gabriel "did" something nice for her. Megan’s smile was so bright, so full of pure joy, so authentic, that it was its own kind of deep, aching pain for Y/N.

How could she ruin that? How could she shatter Megan’s belief in Gabriel's goodness, even if it meant Y/N remained heartbroken, stuck in the shadows?

This constant battle, this secret life she led, made her feel so incredibly alone. There was no one she could talk to about it. How do you explain to your own brother that you're secretly in love with the girl he thinks is his and that he's stealing all your gestures? It was an impossible burden, a silent scream trapped deep in her throat. She was merely an observer, a ghost silently watching her own heartbreak unfold, day after day.

Maybe, just maybe, she's not the Y/L/N Megan’s meant to be with.

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a/n: If you guys did pay attention, you would know I added some of KATSEYE's lyrics into this part. It's a coincidence his name is Gabriel right? Lol. Anyway, I posted this before I barely started part four, thinking I should post two so it somehow feels complete. Somehow. I hope y'all are loving this though.

[saythatuwill]

now playing : ordinary // alex warren

this au will explore the idea of reader and vessel being married; however it is in a nonhuman vessel setting. to at the very least explain the thought process; the members of sleep token are all nonhuman and live in arcadia, but travel to earth for music related things. reader's species is up to interpretation, but you live in arcadia with him!

this is for cute, fluffy indulgence. it might be a jumble of ideas but... let me cook.

tags: @concretejunglefm, @fadingangelwisp, @chey-h, @xmads-omensx, @astronoids, (if you would like to be added/removed from this list, or if i forgot you, dm me!)

♡ husband!vessel, who loves to tell those in arcadia that you are, in fact, his spouse. being married to you is like a high honor. and everyone must know!

♡ "i'd have to ask my spouse." "i'm afraid i cannot go, i will be with my spouse." "have you met my spouse?"

♡ he's also very protective over you, if anyone fucks with you he will tweak, he will WITHOUT A DOUBT defend your honor no question. he'd fight for you, he'd kill for you.

♡ he's a sucker for physical affection. his favorite thing is to lay across your lap like an EXTREMELY long cat.

♡ if you have an inner child to heal, vessel is more than happy to help. he'll indulge in the whimsy, he'll do anything to make you happy.

♡ he waited until he made it to arcadia to propose and marry you because he wanted to be able to take you to a peaceful safe location. and when he did, oh he made it so special. took you to arcadia for the first time and showed you around, you danced with him, then he was whispering in your ear telling you he wanted to marry you.

♡ pretended to be human when he first met you but did a SHIT job at it. came up with a name on the fly; devon (which he saw on a uk map). got a PHONE for you, even got himself an apartment.

♡ i'm talking like, he talked to you for the first time and he just knew. from the moment he saw you, he knew you were it. it took a WHILE for things to go beyond a friendship, but he's adored you for a long time.

♡ he has a full monster form which looks SCARY and HUGE but he's very gentle with you even in that form. purrs at you. picks you up like you weigh nothing. your monster husband

♡ he learned a new kind of worship from you, something that isn't religious, merely honoring and worshipping you and what you two have together.

♡ he tends to isolate when he's going through it, gets distant, but no matter what, his arms are always around you when you go to bed.

♡ he still has powers related to dreams and sleeping. if you two sleep together, he often will pop his head into your dreams to make sure they're going well.

♡ or if he's away on tour and you can't come with him, he will fully walk into your dreams to spend time with you, or take you to HIS dream realm. he can't do this a lot because it's a draining thing to do though.

♡ he's not great at texting. like not just bad at replying, he's bad at sending texts. he types funny. if he's in human form for shows it's bad, if it's his Claws when he's in his normal form, it's WORSE. random typos, excessive spaces, random periods and capitalization.

♡ he loves voicemails and voice messages though. he'll send you voice messages at RANDOM and theyll be like 10-15 minutes long of just him rambling about his day or venting if he needs to. you listen to them at night because his voice is soothing

♡ he's quiet in public, in private though he is a YAPPER. he loves you because you don't tune him out either, you listen to him infodump. even if it's about chemistry, or the deep sea, or some video game he finds fascinating. even arcadian history. he's very excited and passionate about his interests.

♡ there's songs he's written that will never see the light of day, but they're for you and he plays them for you whenever you want. usually piano ballads, or guitar acoustics.

♡ he loves gift giving, and gift receiving. he gets very flustered and like "oh no dear heart you don't have to do this" but he keeps everything you give him. you could give him a rock he'd cherish it.

♡ his favorite gifts are things like playlists surprisingly. music is something that means everything to him, make him a playlist he will listen to it over and over and over again.

[mattslilies]

15 Minutes - C.S.

"only gonna take two to make you finish." or... the one inspired by the song '15 Minutes' by Sabrina Carpenter! you bet chris that you can get him off in two minutes or less, and he wants you to prove it. warnings: smut, kinda subby!chris, cocky!reader, oral (m receiving), early ejaculation, hair pulling word count: 685 a/n: i was listening to this song in the car on the way home from getting it serviced today and the idea popped into my head! i thought it would be something short and sweet to post today <3

you hummed along to the music in your bathroom, Sabrina Carpenter's most recent album blaring out of the speakers of your phone.

nothing made you feel more confident than a few good songs while you were getting ready. something you could dance along to, sing in front of the mirror, really set your mood to happy for the day.

chris walked into the bathroom as the chorus of '15 Minutes' was playing, you singing the lyrics, a wide smile on your face as you slid your rings onto your fingers.

"i can do a lot in fifteen minutes..."

he walked up behind you, hands around your waist as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

"only gonna take two to make you finish..."

as he processed the words, he looked at you, slightly surprised.

"what are you listening to?"

you giggled a bit at his shock.

"sabrina carpenter, why?"

he shook his head, helping you put on your necklace.

"nothing, i just didn't expect her to be so... vulgar."

you laughed, a little louder than you expected.

"oh, please. you listen to worse, baby."

"probably true."

you smirked at him.

"besides, you should relate to that line a little bit."

he stared at you, jaw having fallen open.

"what?"

you poked his side, turning back to do your mascara.

"it doesn't take too long to make you cum, honey."

he blushed furiously. your statement wasn't exactly untrue, but still.

"well, y-yeah, but it doesn't take two minutes!"

you grinned, turning back around.

"wanna bet?"

"baby, we have to leave in like fifteen minutes or so."

you smiled.

"no worries. i only need two minutes, remember?"

he was completely red, but nodded, a little unsurely but mostly confident.

less than thirty seconds later, you had pushed chris back, having him seated on the edge of the bathtub, pants pulled off of his legs. you were in between his knees, a hand around his cock, quickly stroking him to full hardness.

"start a timer for me, baby."

as soon as his finger pressed start, your lips were around his tip, creating a powerful suction that tinged just on the edge of too much. his hand laced into your hair immediately, a loud whine leaving his lips as your tongue dipped into his slit before tracing over it.

hollowing your cheeks, you took in more of him, tightening your hand around what you couldn't take in your mouth, stroking it. the dual stimulation caused his hand to pull on your hair, short moans leaving his lips.

"baby, fuck-"

you hummed around him, his hips immediately bucking into your mouth. you exhaled out through your nose, taking it without gagging. his thighs were twitching underneath the hand you had braced on him, a dead giveaway that he was more worked up than he wanted you to know.

you continued to work him, causing him to begin to whimper above you. you knew he was about to cum, and you braced yourself for it. he let out a broken whine, shoving your head down.

"s-shit, please- god!"

he came down your throat, his legs shaking around you as the high ran through his entire lower body. you sucked him through it, pulling off with a soft pop once he released your hair.

"stop that timer, sweetheart."

1:59.

you smiled, pride on your face. you didn't need to say anything else. chris knew you had won.

you stood up, grabbing a washcloth to wipe any residue off of chris before helping him pull his clothes back on. you moved back to the bathroom counter, brushing your teeth and finishing your makeup before kissing him, grabbing your phone.

"i think we should go, yeah?"

he nodded, still clearly shaken up.

"mhm. how late are we?"

you checked the time on your phone before replying.

"we're right on time."

he stuttered, surprise clear on his face.

"what? h-how? you did half of your makeup and everything. how are we on time?"

you laughed, leading him out of the bathrom.

"so what you're saying is, i can do a lot in fifteen minutes."

[cass-1]

౨ৎ —his little secret second ending — ౨ৎ

You woke up after that crisis yesterday, the memories still draining your head. It took forever for you to sleep off your cries, you felt miserable— over a man.

You sprawled out of bed after giving it some effort, sitting on the side of your bed and tucking your feet into the slippers that sat near it. Standing up and heading to the kitchen to get yourself a coffee. You were in need of some sort of caffeine.

You drank your coffee whilst sitting down at the island of your kitchen, checking your phone and your social media like always. Simon had messaged you, “look outside, I left a gift since yu won’t talk to me.”

You curiously got up, opening your door to a pile of roses, not your favourite at all, oh and he knew that. It was obviously one of his bullshit pranks to make you jealous— you knew it. You brought them in, chopping and snipping them up before sending Simon a picture of all the roses’ petals scattered in the bin, along with the stems and leaves.

“We’re done, officially.” You sent to him alongside the picture, blocking his contact.

After the block button was hint, you felt a sense of relief. Like a brick was lifted from your shoulder, a burden lifted. Maybe it was better without him, you smiled to yourself.

You kept him on your socials, just so when you posted, he saw how happy you were, without him. You loved being evil, it was what you’re best at when you were upset.

Over the next couple of weeks, you decided it’s best to socialise, as Simon had forced you to ignore them— calling them ‘bad influences’. So ofcourse you went to a club to which your friends came with you. It was a famous club near where you lived.

You came with your bestfriend and a few others in your little girl-friend group, two of you—sat at the bar before Maeve got up to dance,

“you sure you don’t wanna come, c’mon, we’ve been waiting for you to finally let loose and ditch that psycho.” Maeve said, to which you responded with a teaser,

“Ofcourse I’ll come, just let me get a drink nd’ I’ll be right up every bodies alley.” You smirked and she smirked back. She nodded before disappearing into the crowd onto the dance floor

It was chaotic, spotlights everywhere, rich men and women in the vip area— every body on the dance floor. Except, there was an empty seat next to you, and somebody took it.

He was a handsome man, you caught yourself looking over. He enhanced in some chit chat before ascending onto the dance floor with your friends.

“You from ere’?” He spoke out as he took a mouthful of his glass, didn’t look like it had alcohol in it.

You looked over and kindly responded, your glass inbetween your palms nervously, “yeah.. just around a block or two, and you?”

“Course, except I’m ova’ the east end, Y’know?” You nodded, “so you’re one of those rich- snobs.” You laughed off, obviously joking.

“I mean— I’m hurt.” He laughed, pretending to be opposed by your words. You laughed off the banter with him.

After the chit chat, you both ascended onto the dance floor, introducing him to your friends and let’s just say, you got low’, whipping out dance moves you didn’t know you knew.

It was all laughter and giggles before the night came to an end, you got this mysterious man’s number, finding out his name to be, ‘John price.’ He offered a taxi, however you dismissed, it was the first meeting how was he already gonna buy you things.

You and price both walked him, he offered to walk you. He gave you his jacket, offering to hold your heels as you felt the sores building up on the backs of your ankles. God help the blisters in the morning.

reader x John price x Simon Riley love triangle?!

I lowkey like this one, the way the plot thickens🙂‍↔️

[starsanspolyweek]

(The night of the ball, everything is in full swing. Dream keeps finding himself looking around in awe, smiling so wide his face hurts. For once, there's nobody beckoning him to talk. For once, he can relax. Not only that, but he's here with Ink and Blue! Wherever the two are...)

*I wonder where they went...?

(Standing alone with a drink, Dream searches the crowd, but can't make them out. Oh, what to do? He's not good in crowds, not without Ink and Blue, who aren't here...did they go home? Did they get tired of the ball? Maybe they only agreed to go out of sympathy and not...not...)

*There you are! Been looking all over for you, Dream.

*C'mon, c'mon!

(Stumbling, Dream blinks, bewildered as Ink tugs him right to the dancefloor, Blue following closely behind. After positioning them to his liking, Ink nods at the band, and a slower song comes on. Ink and blue lead the dance, Dream following them, watching them both. They're so happy...and they planned this dance for...him? How thoughtful! They must've known how much he wanted to dance like this with them...oh, why did he ever doubt them?)

*Dream! You're crying!

*Ink's dancing isn't that bad, is it?

*Wha--hey!

*Haha, no! No, I'm fine. I'm just...happy.

(Dream stays happy for the rest of the night, too. Ink and Blue are the best dates, and he tries to match them, taking them on a stroll through the garden when the three need a break from the crowd. He's sure he doesn't stop smiling--that's how magical of a night it is!)

(Dream is taking a wander through a library. Absently, he brushed the spines of books, reading the titles silently. It was a day in which he had some free time--a rarity for him. Rain patters against the window, making it perfect reading weather. But what should he read?)

*Hm...this one sounds good...oh, but so does that one...that one sounds too scary, what with the rain...

(Dream stops, finger on Cinderella. A classic love story. He's read it before, way back...well, in times long gone. He still remembers falling asleep to the sound of his brother's voice. Perhaps he's in a nostalgic mood, because he takes it off the shelf.)

*This one...it's always nice to read something familiar, yes...

(Walking towards a chair, Dream curls up and cracks the book open. The wonderful story, with beautiful illustrations, washes over him. Cinderella, starting as a servant to her own family...her dress getting ruined...transformed by her Fairy Godmother...attending the ball...)

*Oh! The ball...a ball! Why, that should surely work...The Council will have to approve!

(See, The Council was spitballing ideas to cheer the Multiverse up. So far, no one has come up with something good enough. But a ball...why, that might be the ticket! Balls are always magical, with people dressing up and dancing. Not only that, they're classic. Everyone loves a classic!)

*I should see them now, right now!

(Dream rushes to pitch his idea. The Council approves. Marvellous! Now, as Star Sanses, Dream will be showing up with Blue and Ink, which is all fine and good, but...well, Dream wants to ask them to be his date, make it official, make it more...whatever the opposite of a colleague relationship is.)

*I do want to invite them...but I don't want to wreck our friendship. What if they say no? I'd mess everything up, make it so terribly awkward...but if I don't take the chance, I might never try it again...

(Dream can't decide. Does he take the risk? Does he avoid it? What if they say no? What if they say yes? Will you help him?)

[purrestel]

Me back when I started doodling these sillies on paper months ago-