#( wc: 440 )

[beyuwol]

yuwol had no plans to show up as a performer for open mic, really. and yet here he is, waiting for his turn; an impulsive decision that can easily turn sour should the opportunity arises.

but that's just life.

he is no stranger to an audience, nor is he unfamiliar with the concept of performing on a stage. in fact, he's used to much larger, fancier and lavish events, pressing onto the strings of his violin like it's his lifeline, drowning in a sea of eyes; his parents holding the sharpest ones. it's different this time, the instrument yuwol had grown unhealthily attached to is left at his apartment tucked away in its case.

in this moment, yuwol steps out with nothing but himself—no guitar to hide behind, just a music track that he asked the staff to play; a remix of his own making to go along with the holiday theme. yuwol doesn't think he has what it takes to compose a full piece just yet, despite what he's studying in university. so he settles with this, and relies on his voice. for once.

his introduction is short: his given name, and the song he'll be singing. it's been a while since he had to speak for himself before a performance, but he figures the people watching don't care about who he is, more so how he'll keep them entertained ( all except for one person, maybe, who he believes is watching too ). so he starts the song.

funny, how the universe works—yuwol parts his lips as the music starts, and his eyes doesn't have to search before he finds an overgrown cat in the audience ( a smile might have graced his face at the sight, but that isn't here nor there ). the music flows in a jingle, more festive and upbeat than in its original version. the lyrics remain the same.

while walking through the cracks of my universe we both make an eye contact

( and yuwol wonders whether kou realizes that his sunlight had pierced through the cracks of his bleak universe, allowing hints of life to blossom once more. knowing the man, probably not. )

his voice is more airy than usual, with a softer touch he didn't know he was capable of. is it because he knows who is watching? yuwol can't tell, it's probably wise to try not to think about it when he's supposed to perform, but—he's never been good at keeping his thoughts at bay.

regardless, the song comes to a close and his grip on the mic loosens. he didn't realize he had been holding on that tight.

( maybe he's holding on a little too tight onto things that he should be letting go. )

[pettydollie]

𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 - 𝐜.𝐬

wc: 440 warnings/notes: lovey dovey some may even say cringe wahh, reader has been with chris since hs, mentions of hairy armpits LMFAO its hot imo but it bothers some ppl, uhh ya thats it hehehe

the sun shines into your shared bedroom with the chris sturniolo. and not 'the' as in the viral sturniolo triplets and their silly little car videos that helped them gain popularity and a fandom. nono, you mean the chris sturniolo as in the man who has always taken care of you ever since you've known him. since mary lou introduced you to him in the 7th grade. since he kissed your injuries whenever you fell off your bike or when he danced with you at your junior high prom since your date stood you up, to now. the love of your life.

as you stare at the beauty infront of you, he can't help but stir awake like he somehow knew you had awoken. he slowly opens his eyes and yawns, stretching out his bare arms to reveal his hairy armpits. he wraps an arm around you, tiredly leaning onto you. "hii" you greet, grabbing his face to kiss his cheek. "hey" he looks up at you. you look like you've been struck by lightning and are absolutely fascinated (you would be)

"you okay?" he rubs your arm up and down, raising a brow in concern. you smile softly, nodding your head. "just thinkin'" he perks up at this. you already know what he's going to say. "thinking 'bout what?" he looks at you as the early sunlight rises to your face. of course, you were right. he loves to hear your thoughts, always. even in the worst moments. he just adores your mindset and you! you're just so.. perfect.

"you, duh" you respond as he begins stroking your messy morning hair. you can smell his stinky breath from here, but you don't mind. you've gotten used to it and he's surely gotten used to yours. "atta girl." he grins, waiting for more. you place your finger on his bottom lip. he pretends to bite you causing you to break out into giggles.

"what elseee" he drags out the word like a child and he tugs on the bottom of your his shirt. you adjust yourself against the pillows to move down so you're directly eye to eye. "yer just unreal. dunno how to explain it. i just love you so much." you cheesily smile, feeling suddenly shy. you have no reason to be bashful, you've been with the man for almost six years. nonetheless, you still get butterflies when you talk about him so romantically.

meanwhile, he's thinking 'how does one respond to that?' as already said, he thinks, you're perfect. so he replies in the best way possible for both of you.

"gimme a kiss, gorgeous."

[neoaur]

mark x fem!reader

wc: 314

warnings: baby fever, breeding kink

U had been having the highest baby fever ever, and u just needed to share it with mark. “baby, look at the size of these socks” you say while holding the tiniest pink baby socks out to mark, withholding the cutest pout mark has seen on your face. “they are cute, princess” he says with a smile on his face.

When your eyes land on a little ruffled baby dress with, again, the biggest pout ever, you show it to him, “mark this is literally the cutest thing ever” you say “yes baby, it is. but who would it be for, nobody that we know is pregnant” mark says, and that puts gears in your head to spin, “I don’t know” you retort back. “it could be for our future baby one day”.

Oh, if only you knew how badly mark wanted to have babies with you. Once you told him that, you two went straight home.

“You want a baby, huh?”, mark quips while he has you ass up face down, slowly sliding his length inside of you. “mhm, want a baby, mark” you say in a whiny tone. “yeah baby, know you do, gonna give u all of it” he says while rubbing his hands on your ass and spreading your ass cheeks apart so he can see himself sliding in and out of you.

You start to back it up on him, and he matches your movements with his hips. “fuck… you hella creamy pretty thing, must want my babies real bad, huh?” mark says while slightly chuckling. You on the other hand were gripping the sheets and leaving spit and tears on the pillow case, whining out a soft “yes I do”. mark runs his hands down your spine and bends down to your ear still thrusting his hips and says, “gonna get you all round ‘n cute baby, cant wait to see you like that”.

hiii, tysm for the 440 notes on the last fic🥹🫂 also my baby fever had been THROUGH the roof, hence this ff 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 OH and merry christmas everybody. <333

[kyeomsense]

what svt’s hyung line gets you for valentine’s day

genre | fluff, svt x gn!reader

wc | 440 and then some <3

seungcheol

he’s seen everything you’ve been eyeing since early january. when the 14th rolls around, he showers you in a mountain if gift boxes. each one contains an expensive clothing, bag, or accessory. seungcheol makes it clear that any pretty penny spent on you is worth it to see you smile.

jeonghan

he isn’t sure exactly what you want. he’s not the type to go all out and buy you something super expensive. instead, jeonghan opts for a more sentimental approach; a new disposable camera and two bus passes to the beach. the two of you fill the camera with goofy smiles, clinking glasses over pasta dishes, and calm memories in the sand at dusk.

joshua

joshua’s been planning a bracelet design for you since december. he’s been picking at chains, custom ordering charms, and hand-crafting trinkets. the whole thing really comes together in late january, when he finishes adding the final few pearls and clamps each metal ring closed. it’s not much, but he wears the biggest smile when he hands it to you at his meticulously planned candle-lit dinner.

jun

he’s a bit unsure if his gift is good enough. it’s corny and makes him cringe a little, but he decides to move forward with it. one visit to build-a-bear later, jun presents you an obnoxiously large teddy bear with a recorded voice message he begs you not to listen to when he’s around. despite the low quality speaker, you can make out the words “i love you, forever and always.”

soonyoung

valentine’s has never been soonyoung’s strongest holiday. he’s a practical gift-giver, and his mind goes blank when he tries to think of a gift for you. but, a few phone calls and pep talks later, he finally presents you with a pretty necklace with the initials “KSY” dangling from the chain. you notice his own necklace later, with your initials decorating his neck.

wonwoo

he gifts you a scrapbook full of memories. the tickets from your first date at the local fair, a photo of the abysmal snowman the two of you made last december, a receipt from the burger joint you both frequented on late nights when sleep wouldn’t come, along with candid photos of the two of you.

jihoon

he hates that it’s the only thing he can think of, but he does it anyway. after weeks spent locked in his studio, shuffling through lyrics, melodies, and rhythms, he manages to polish off a song before he plays it for you. despite his usually shy demeanor, he performs it for you at night, acoustic guitar and all.

a/n | back after a while! maknae line should be out soon

[odxrilove]

BIRTHDAY BOY (TEASER)

PAIRING: mingyu x f!reader

GENRE: fluff, friends to lovers, bday party!au? kinda confession!au, uni!au but not really mentionned

WARNINGS: , flirting, swearing, alchohol, drinking, one mention of being high (not yn or seventeen), etc typical party stuff, game of truth or dare, minghao is annoying x1 (jk), yn gets jealous a bit, yn and mingyu are in love ewwww, huge make-out session (borderline smut...) (JKKK. or am i), lots of tension + more?

WC: 440 for the teaser, +8.1k for the full fic

SYNOPSIS: It’s Mingyu’s birthday party, and Hoshi lets something out under the influence of alcohol. Apparently, you have two gifts prepared for him– completely throwing out the one-gift tradition your friend group strictly follows. However, Hoshi’s a liar — and a bad one at that — but it’s already too late. Even though Mingyu knows he’s supposed to be excited about all the gifts he’s receiving tonight, he’s (not so surprisingly) only interested in everything you’re giving him.

A/N: this was supposed to be a cute short drabble for his bday but exams happened and suddenly i found myself writing 8k of tension during summer break. rec song - i dont understand but i luv u by seventeen 

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Mingyu hums, raising his head to look at the end of the hallway, where the door to the balcony is situated. When he returns his gaze to you, he tilts his head cutely, licking his lips. “You wanna wait by the balcony? I told the guests not to go on there too much so that i won’t get a noise complaint from the neighbors. I think it’s safe if you go there.” 

With a smile, you nod at Mingyu, “yeah, that would be great. Thanks.” You place one of your hands on the wall next to the kitchen before leaning in so he hears you better over the music. “Don’t die in there by the way! We haven’t even gone to Iceland yet like we planned to years ago– it would be a waste for you to miss out on our extravagant bucket list, right?”

Mingyu’s laugh fills your ears, the sound making you smile from ear to ear. “C’mon, who do you take me for? Seok– Oh sorry.” Mingyu cuts himself off, lifting his two hands in the air with one still holding all the shot glasses. The girl, who just bumped into Mingyu, and who you recognize as one of your classmates from your major, pushes her hair behind her ear, blushing at your friend. 

Before she leaves, she mumbles a few words, but the music is way too loud for you to make out what it was, and then she’s gone. 

You don’t pay too much attention to it, as does Mingyu, who’s already back to look at you. It’s not the first and certainly not the last time someone is going to bump into one of you two at his party. 

“Sorry, what were you saying?” You turn back to Mingyu, crossing your arms and making the silver necklace you’re currently wearing shine even more under the flashy led lights. 

“Ah, sweetheart, you never listen do you?” Mingyu brings his free hand up to your jaw, tapping on the underside of your chin with his index finger. “I said, you need to stop biting your lips when you’re nervous. They’re too pretty for that.” 

You can’t speak, your entire vocabulary having left your body. His hand then turns to cup the underside of your jaw, his thump grazing over your bottom lip, ultimately smudging a bit of your lipgloss. Your mouth falls open a bit at the shock but he doesn’t stop. “A pretty color.. for pretty lips. Suiting.” His thumb sweeps one last time over your lip before he retreats into the kitchen. 

“Wait for me by the balcony, I'll grab our drinks for us.” 

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[sonarspace]

warmth, satoru gojo

a/n: a case of listening to don't let me go by CAS on repeat :D content: angsty wc: 440

𓇼 ⋆. 𓆝⋆. 𓇼 ˚｡𓆉 ⋆𓇼 ⋆. 𓆝⋆. 𓇼 ˚｡𓆉 ⋆𓇼 ⋆. 𓆝⋆. 𓇼 ˚｡𓆉 ⋆𓇼 ⋆. 𓆝⋆. 𓇼 ˚｡𓆉 ⋆𓇼 ⋆.

"satoru," you whisper. the room lit by the full moon peeking through the curtains. he hums sleepily. "can you hold me" your voice quivering with so much emotion his eyes shoot open and he immediately wraps an around your waist.

your back to his chest. "don't let me go. stay with me. i've missed you, satoru." you cry into the pillows. he kisses you on your temple in return. "i'm here," he speaks into your hair.

you turn around in his arms. "so many years satoru. we wasted so many years" you speak through the tears. he doesn't speak, just keeps holding you. his hand moves under your shirt to comfort you. his cold hand against your warm skin.

"i know. i know. i'm sorry. i'm here now, aren't i?" he smiles. beautiful smile. oh how you miss his beautiful smile and that mouth that spoke sweet words like honey. only reserved for your ears. the mouth that left sweet kisses all over your skin.

"no." you speak into the empty room. and just like that satoru's ghost is gone. you curl further into your self and remember his words. when he held your hands with his bloodied ones. you remember how his warmth vanished and was replaced by unbearable cold. how his once blue gleaming eyes that could challenge the stars went blank.

you remember your youth with satoru. how easy it was when you didn't have to worry about anything. everything had to come to an end. no one else could share the love you had. a knock on the door brings you out of your thoughts and you quickly wipe your tears.

"come," and in walks your daughter. her hair white like satoru's, her eyes the exact shade of blue. she was a carbon copy of him. "had a nightmare, again." she hiccups.

"aw baby, come here." she runs into your arms. "i miss daddy," she whispers and your heart clenches. "me too, sweetie." you lay her on the bed next to you. "he's in a better place now" you smile. "he was in a lot of pain, baby. but he's okay now." wherever he was in the afterworld. you prayed and prayed he was okay.

"look, daddy sent the moon again." your daughter points at the window. "you think he's watching us?" she asks you with sweet innocence. "yeah. i think he is." you hold your daughter close to your chest. you fall asleep thinking of satoru and his warmth.

just as he promised, satoru watches you two from the afterworld. he lays down and wraps an around you both, hoping you could feel his warmth.

𓇼 ⋆. 𓆝⋆. 𓇼 ˚｡𓆉 ⋆𓇼 ⋆. 𓆝⋆. 𓇼 ˚｡𓆉 ⋆𓇼 ⋆. 𓆝⋆. 𓇼 ˚｡𓆉 ⋆𓇼 ⋆. 𓆝⋆. 𓇼 ˚｡𓆉 ⋆𓇼 ⋆.

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[luvu2themoonand2saturn]

sleepy

a sleepy, cozy, cuddly joe burrow blurb (wc: 440) enjoy!

<3

The soundtrack of Pride and Prejudice floated through your bedroom, dark except for the glowing light cast by the screen. You had long ago stopped fighting the fatigue that had chased you all day - you and Joe had seen this movie countless times anyways. It was one of your go to comfort movies; watching it while cuddled up in bed was the perfect way to wind down together after a long day, following takeout on the couch and a warm shower.

You tried to pull the comforter further up to snuggle under it better, but it resisted your sleepy grasp. It was tucked in too tight at the foot of the bed. Joe easily tugged it loose when he saw it wasn’t budging, tucking it neatly around your shoulders, hugging you closer against him.

Your head slipped from his shoulder down to his chest as you nuzzled into his soothing warmth, sinking into his comforting presence and the peace his embrace brought you. You turned your head to press a soft and sleepy kiss to his skin. His heart beat rhythmically against your ear, the soft rise and fall of his breath under your cheek drawing you closer and closer to sleep. Your eyelids, which had been threatening to flutter closed for the past half hour, finally succumbed.

Your closed eyes and slightly parted lips, through which slow, warm breaths tickled his chest, indicated to him you were minutes from falling into a deep slumber. Reaching for the TV remote on the bedside table, doing his best not to disturb you, he switched it off, darkening the room as Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy vanished into black.

“Joe,” you mumbled, beginning to protest, pushing yourself off his chest.

He hushed you, one hand coming to brush your hair from your face. “Baby, we can finish it tomorrow, okay? You’re sleepy.”

“I’m not that tired,” you mumbled, leaning your cheek into his warm palm, eyes drifting closed again. “We can finish it now.”

He couldn’t help but laugh at that, causing you to frown at him. “What?”

“Nothing, sweetheart. You’re just not the best liar.”

He shuffled himself further under the covers, arms gathering your warm and sleepy frame against his body. Despite your insistence only seconds earlier that you weren’t that tired, you obliged like putty, happily melting into his secure hold, hiding your face in his neck.

“You’re so cute when you’re tired, sweet girl,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

“I said I’m not that tired!”

“Shh, baby, just rest. I’ve got you.”

You took a deep breath, letting out a sigh of sleepy contentment. “Night, Joey.”

“Sweet dreams, honey.”

[bluehoodiewoozi]

KWON SOONYOUNG + “Where are you going? Don’t go.”

wc: 440 /// genre: boyfriend au. /// warnings: none.

Just when you thought his embrace couldn’t possibly get tighter, Soonyoung snuggled even closer to you. His nose rested against your collarbone, his breath tickling you as he hummed in delight. 

“This is nice,” he murmured and you almost fell into his trap.

As much as you loved his cuddles and overall affection, the world never stopped just because your boyfriend asked it to. The basket full of his sweaty practice clothes was practically screaming your name from the washing room. The dishes had been crying ugly moldy tears for days because you never had time to deal with them. You had so much to do and you’d be damned if this stubborn cuddly man would stop you from getting work done.

“Baby, where are you going?” you heard him whine the moment you began sitting up. At least you attempted to sit up: his grip on you was far stronger than you anticipated. You were back on the bed before you could blink.

Still, you tried again, using all your strength you struggled out of his arms. He put up a fight, holding onto you for as long as he could. 

“Wait, wait, where are you going?” He finally seemed to wake up when you finally victoriously stood up and stepped towards the door. Leaning up, he pouted up at you. “Don’t go.”

“I have work to do.” 

You could barely walk through the doorway before his hands were back on your waist, gripping you and dragging your body back to the bedroom. The warm and comfortable bed got closer and closer. You knew that if you didn’t do something now, you’d never be able to escape its enticing warmth.

“Soonyoung,” you tried, struggling as much as you could. He didn’t even budge; damn those hours spent at the gym with Jihoon. You’d have to have a stern talking-to with the latter man — clearly he was the one at fault. “Baby, I have to do the laundry and the dishes—”

“We can do all that later.” You couldn’t quite recall the last time he forced you down into the sheets with such force. Unceremoniously, he landed on top of you before you could even react. 

“Soonyoung!” 

His nose found its way back to your collarbone, his hands to your waist, his toes to your feet. “Just for a little bit. I need this. You need this. This is mutually beneficial.”

“How is this benefiting anyone?” you grumbled under your breath but let your hands crawl up his biceps and to his upper back nevertheless. If cuddles were what he wanted, cuddles was what he’d get.

[z3rinn]

# #. MASTERLIST !!

# #. TWISTED WONDERLAND

gasp ! there's only one bed !?

- sharing a bed w/ the dorm leaders !! fluff, wc 1.7k !!

grocery store !!

- heartslaybul - octavinelle scenerios !! going grocery shopping w/ them is uh- wc 2k !!

grocery store pt. 2 !!

- scarabia - diasomania scenerios !! going grocery shopping w/ them is uh pt. 2- wc 2.7k !!

strawberry shortcake !!

- adeuce (separate) making a cake w/ them !! fluff, wc 950 !!

the cat ? or me ?

- you and idia get a cat... but hes jealous of it. fluff, wc 440 !!

i bid you, goodnight !!

- leona and malleus, saying gn to them !! fluff, wc 960 !!

midnight thoughts.

- deuce knows emotions can hurt, like love. angst, wc 470 !!

horror flick !!

- all scenarios !! what's it like watching a horror movie w/ them?

if you seek amy !!

- all scenerios !! would they react to the song if you seek amy ??

bathtub mermaid.

- octo trio !! the beach has been becoming a scarier place after finding a scale. wc 1.4k

first date !!

- heartslaybul - octavinelle scenerios !! where do they take you out on your first date ? wc 4.3k

doing their makeup !!

- nrc first years !! doing their makeup during a monthly ramshackle sleepover !! wc. 1.3k

# #. LINKED UNIVERSE

- cots and cuddles !!

- sharing a bed w/ hyrules heroes !! fluff, wc 1.5k !!

- I want you more.

- link finds out the librarian he's pining after has a lover. yandere, wc 2.7k !!

©z3rinn

[akutasoda]

Hi, can I please have Lilya's dating headcanon with a fem Russian reader?

paper airplanes

synopsis - general dating headcannons

includes - lilya

warnings - implied fem!reader, reader is mentioned to be russian in one part, fluff, slight angst?, one mention of alcohol, wc - 440

a/n: i absolutely adore lilya, 100% my fave :)

↪she definitely just overall has a sort of tough love kind of thing going on. not exactly that but she definitely always seems cold to you in public but when its just you two, she loosens up.

↪in public it always seems as though you aren't together as she seemed to treat you how she normally treats people, snarky comments and such. but to those that know or you specifically can pick up on her slight change in tone and change in words.

↪and then behind close doors she softens up or tries to. i believe that she isn't that tuned in to others emotions or how to carry a relationship. she tries her hardest however so sometimes hert ways of showing affection are rather unique but you prefer it that way.

↪but because she isn't that good with other people's emotions, if you became upset she wouldn't know how to comfort you but again she still tries her hardest and you know she does.

↪while she wouldn't particularly care what ethnicity her girlfriend was, having someone that originated from her homeland would bring a sense of comfort and reassurance to her. and she would enjoy talking about people with you in your home language.

↪the ultimate show of trust for her, the final way she showed how much she cared for you was allowing you to help her tend to her planes. again her ways of showing affection is unique but you knew how much it meant and held that honour with pride.

↪that being said, dates with you joining her for a fly were quite common. that and picnics. that time were you both are in a rather remote spot, sat on a picnic blanket with a basket of favourites ad you two converse about days happened and yet to come.

↪her favourite medium is vodka. so it's no surprise that if you two owned a place together mostt rooms would have a bottle. and depending on whether you yourself enjoyed the same would determine how much would be consumed.

↪going into a relationship with her, you would have to be prepared to know that her job and hobby took alot of her time. not that she wouldn't make time for you, its just she was too passionate to completely change much.

↪she definitely takes relationships slow. she probably hasn't been in many for how busy she made herself but she also doesn't trust easy and that means it would take quite long for her to truly open up. but when she does, you only fall deeper in love and so does she.

[pettydollie]

♡☆ chris sturniolo masterlist ♡.｡.:*

chris sturniolo

mini masterlists dad!au zach sang show singer!reader daylight (discontinued)

thoughts [0-100 words] him dancing w u - wc: 78 do you still like me? - wc: 86 massages - wc: 44 why think when you can speak - wc: 45 trevor resting on ur stomach (preggo!reader) - wc: 39 goofies - wc: 78 doodling - wc: 66 fresh love photoshoot - wc: 93 bsf chris who hates ur bf chris running to u when he's abt to cry - wc: 84 reading to him :C - wc: 67 get away from me, baby! - wc: 84 chris' reposts (definition of "dont let them know your next move") - wc: 48 big belch - wc: 89 nick bagging chris’ girl drabbles [100-500 words] "my gf" summary: i think chris loves his gf take care - wc: 498 summary: tending to chris' wounds after a fight bruised - wc: 306 summary: you hit ur hand :( lowk inspired by that one scene in little women (2019) first date - wc: 475 summary: title - chris is just too cute you're all annoying - wc: 333 summary: clip from wednesday's (1/31) video unreal - wc: 440 summary: chris feels so unreal, you take it in as he lays next to you spit in my mouth! (vday special) - wc: 216 summary: playing 'try not to laugh at vday pickup lines with water in your mouth' boop 💋 - wc: 390 summary: chris loves betty boop so you decide to dress up as her as a little treat photography field - wc: 353 summary: making out with chris in a plains field lol giggly night - wc: 118 summary: chris makes you laugh in the middle of the night and he attempts to stifle your giggles but ultimately fails lol planning your future - wc: 292 summary: title skater!bf chris - wc: 290 summary: hanging out in an indoor parking lot how u met the triplets - wc: 210 summary: title (ft when u started liking chris) ur mad at him >:c (not really) - wc: 280 summary: you try to be mad at chris bcs u never are lol learning how to braid ur hair - wc: 161 summary: title and showing off ab it pussy - wc: 113 summary: nick and matt betting on your guys' relationship honey - wc: 349 summary: you get your wisdom teeth taken out and forget that chris is your boyfriend when he calls you 'honey' burgers - wc: 117 summary: chris makes delicious burgers thats all lol ditching chris for marylou <3 - wc: 113 summary: you were going to learn how to play fortnite but mary calls and you love her like a second mother so ofc u pick her soda?... - wc: 303 summary: shrek's three babies the triplets come into your room where you're taking a nap, asking if you wanna do the soda challenge for today's video. you dont even drink soda... feeding the ducks - wc: 306 summary: chris sturniolo is a stressed man, but he doesn't feel so when he watches you feed the duckies. kissing the tears away - wc: 112 summary: chris loving his little crybaby by kissing her tears all gone (and licking one)

oneshots [500-2k words] happy bday, cutie!! - wc: 651 summary: your friends and boyfriend surprise you c: reader on her period - wc: 654 summary: triplets are filming and ur hungry (ft a lizard mutant) crybaby - wc: 798 summary: this was such a random post anyways reader is a crybaby and gets really frustrated with bsf!chris- good girl - wc: 1.1k summary: crybaby&tutor!reader x whipped!chris bingo - wc: 522 summary: chris putting your little sister to bed boyfriend best friend - wc: 1.5k summary: your best friend chris doesn't understand boundaries, but neither do you. sometimes he feels more like a boyfriend than your actual bf. pretty please? (NSFW) - wc: 1.3k summary: you've been waiting for your boyfriend to come home all day. you're too impatient for him when he gets home.

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headcanons bf headcanons singer!reader x chris gf with an oral fixation, more tall!gf short!gf long distance gf 'shy around others but comfy around him' gf

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[psychoc1ty]

・❥・”can you kill that??”

summary: you’re afraid of spiders. you call johnny to come kill it.

warnings: a little bit of swearing

req: anon

a/n: meant to get this in like a week ago but completely forgot so i’m so sorry to the lovely anon who requested. this is so short so i’m hoping that’s okay 💔

wc: 440 words

you were exhausted. you flopped onto the couch as soon you got home. you felt like you were about to fall asleep from how comfy you were. that was until you heard a voice.

“hey honey, you awake?” it was your boyfriend, johnny. he pretty much scared you, “oh my god, johnny. you scared me!” he let out a chuckle and rubbed your back, “my bad, doll.”

you rubbed your eyes, and sat up. johnny sat down beside you and let his hand caress your thigh, “so how was work today?” you laid on his shoulder, “it was okay. i feel like i’m about to fall asleep though.”

johnny looked at you, “didn’t you have coffee this morning? i thought you’d be more active.” you shrugged, “i was in a rush.” he shook his head in understanding. he laughed when he looked at you again, “my god, baby. you look so tired!”

you did feel like you were about to pass out, “mhmm…” johnny threw his head up, then he got up, “okay. come to the kitchen with me. i’m making you some coffee.” you held his hand and went with him.

you sat on the counter as he started your coffee maker. you swung your legs as you waited, until you looked at the ground. you saw a spider just roaming around your kitchen, “oh my fucking god.” johnny looked at you, “what, hon?”

you shuddered, “look at the ground.” he took a look, and saw the spider. he sighed, “shit.” johnny paused your coffee maker and went over to you. you held his shoulders, “can you kill that?? please??” he could tell in your voice that you were scared, “of course i can, baby.”

johnny went behind you to grab a paper tower and as he did so, he squeezed your thigh. he then went to the bottom cabinet and got the bug spray.

“just stay tight for me, doll. okay?” you nodded in response. johnny sprayed the spider and did it multiple times in order for the spider to die. he did get pissed a few times because he knew you were afraid of them, and you both wanted it gone quick.

few seconds flew by, and it was dead. johnny picked the dead spider up and threw it away. you let out a deep sigh, "thank god. thank you so much." he went to you and held your thighs, "anything for my sweet girl." you went down to kiss him.

he kissed you back. he shot a smile at you, "do you still want your coffee?" you cupped his face and smiled back, "yes i do."

[sorapricots]

Sleepyhead

Summary : Despite being so strong, you are a person who can fall asleep in a blink of an eye. One second you stay awake, and the next second you are out of the light. It can’t never stop amuse Bakugou.

Pair : Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Genre : Fluff

Warnings : Surprisingly, none.

A/N : it’s surprisingly short. Maybe I should change this to a headcanon but idk I was kinda lazy to rewrite this again :’]

Wc :  440+

Sometimes being a student who enrolled to a hero school seems hard. And it is hard. It’s even harder when you are one of the UA student. The #1 Hero Academy in Japan.

Therefore, you, as a person and one of the student who have the potential to be the strong hero, are someone that your friends and family familiar as a sleepyhead.

The amount of time you fall asleep at random places, random times, and random moments are immaculate. Even your lover, Bakugou, is never stop being surprised with how fast you fall asleep. Even your friends said, in term of always falling asleep you are the rival of your homeroom teacher, Aizawa.

Every time someone asked about your sleeping habit, you always answered with how being a student in UA and your quirk drain your energy very easily. And people are amused with how strong you are despite always sleeping.

But of course, being a sleepyhead always have the downside of it. And one of them is how you always feel tired at the most crucial time. One time, you almost fall asleep at the sport festival.

When it’s time for you to fight Momo at the battle tournament, you somehow manage to fall asleep in the waiting room. Resulting you almost got disqualified. Thankfully, Bakugou manage to wake you in time.

But being disturbed in your sleep make you grumpy that somehow you manage to win against Momo. It made people surprised. And made Bakugou extremely proud and flabbergasted with the fact you went limp and go back to sleep. On the spot.

Another example is right now. You are in the middle of practice at the Ground Gamma against the top 3 UA. You, Bakugou, Kaminari and Kirishima were fighting against Tamaki.

He start back away and you let out a sigh before you suddenly feel so tired. You hold Bakugou’s bicep as a warning about your drowsiness, and in the same time you see Nejire come after him.

So with the last of energy you have, you scream at Kaminari and activating your quirk since you know Nejire was in your quirk range. Make the poor girl got sucked to the ground and Kaminari manage to knocked her with his quirk.

And after that you collapsed to the ground and sleep. Bakugou slowly move his head to your direction before he let out a surprised chuckled and remove one of his gauntlet. He then proceed to carefully pick you up and carry you with one arm while using his other arm to carry his gauntlet.

“Nice one sleepyhead.” He said as he walked with you softly snoring and unconsciously snuggled to his neck.

[stellari-s]

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request; kind of - a friend gave me a prompt "ice cream" and i wrote something based off of that. requests open!

wc; around 1 440.

tags; cozy vibes i think, x gn! doctor! reader, spontaneous pov changes, ⚰️ is a secondary character, 4am writing (you've been warned).

summary; you run into a boy named ithaqua and while giving him treatment, you give him some ice cream...

to people who don’t know, the cold should be a sign. if it feels cold anywhere, it’s always a sign of something to come, for better or worse, just as pain lets the body know there was something wrong. it is the first sign of winter and a chilly calm before a blizzard.

some people are used to this cold, while others - any normal person would naturally want to shiver. if one shivers, there is no need for concern, but if one is simply used to constant coldness, then it’s like not feeling any pain at all, numbing to a lethal point.

footsteps imprint the pure white snow beneath, leading up to two silhouettes: one a hooded figure - you - and the other masked. you crouch beside the unconscious boy, who appears to be in his late teens or maybe early twenties, but looks are superficial and could only tell so much. you pull up the boy’s dark sleeves, enough to reveal a thin, pale wrist, before you gently pressed three fingers, enough to feel the thump, thump of the boy’s heartbeat.

it was slow - you have no clock to tell the time with, but you have dealt with enough patients to have a general feel for what a “low heart rate” is.

“how is it, (y/n)?”

another set of footsteps comes from behind. you withdraw your hands and turn around, your eyes meeting with ashy gray ones that would look lifeless to anyone who doesn’t know better. “he was probably in the cold too long. He’s unconscious but alive,” you reply, “would you mind helping me, aesop?”

in lieu of words, he only gives a slight nod, approaching you as you bring one of the boy’s arms around your shoulder, with aesop doing the same with the his other arm. with his weight equally distributed, your journey back to the small cabin where you two were residing quickly comes into sight.

there are people who want to cross the snowy area the two were just in. there is just one problem though.

in this area it is strikingly common to get ambushed. some cases, you and aesop could only find corpses lying in the snow, blood pooling from various areas, staining the white snow crimson, fingers gone blue long ago due to the cold. other times, you two managed to find those badly hurt but still alive. you were essentially being paid to treat anyone you could find who was injured.

this boy is strangely not hurt or ambushed, which had given aesop a bout of suspicion, but he understands you are a doctor - someone who cannot make choices on who is a patient and who is not due to their backgrounds.

back at the cabin, aesop makes a fire while you set the boy down on the small, simple bed.

you start treating him, just as you would any other person on any other day.

when ithaqua regained consciousness, the first thing he could see through his mask was a wooden ceiling, illuminated slightly by the fireplace nearby.

for several moments, he doesn’t move an inch, though he feels like a piece of toast that’s been cooking all day. when he turns his head to look beside him, it hits him like bricks.

there is someone beside him, but not someone he knows.

usually, it is mother who’s on the bed, chained up and unable to speak, with an inability to utter coherent words due to how despicable humans can get, but now he finds himself on the bed with a stranger leaning face down, forehead on arms.

that’s right, it’s humans like them who tried to hurt mother, the very same ones who tried to keep me away from her…

his thoughts whisper to him like an invisible demon as he walks out of bed. looking around, he can see his stilts and axe-like weapon propped up against the wall some ways away. he tries walking, but dizziness makes his head spin and his vision blurry, and he falls unceremoniously on the ground with a dull thud, loud enough to wake the stranger up.

with eyes are half-open, the stranger spends a few moments rubbing their eyes. “you’re awake,” they say, “i would advise against walking like that.”

ithaqua wants to make a quip back, but it’s hard to do so. his vision is still fluctuating a bit and his head is spinning too. he’s starting to feel a bit nauseous from the heat. “who are you?” he asks, his voice a bit robotic, unused to conversing with anyone other than mother.

“me? a humble doctor. my name is (y/n).” by this time, the doctor is fully awake as they stand. “i treat patients who get injured around this area. except you, that is.”

ithaqua tilts his head. “why would I be injured? i live around this area.”

“is that so? you’re quite brave then.”

“i have to be, or—”

he cuts himself off, realizing he was about to reveal information that the other does not need to know, nor do they seem that interested. in fact, it’s hard to read them at all. they wear a smile , but it’s neither cold nor warm.

ithaqua doesn’t know how to describe that in words though.

this time, it’s you tilting your head, but you choose not to question further, instead opting to ask, “your name?”

after a considerable pause, he replies, “just call me ithaqua.”

“that... is not your real name, is it?”

shaking his head, ithaqua stands back up. you reach to try and help him but are stopped abruptly when a claw, probably an extension of the glove he’s wearing, swipes dangerously close to your throat. “don’t touch me!” he shouts, his body trembling with what you feel is fiery anger.

at first, you stare back at him with wide eyes.

it’s the first time he has seen you with any other expression.

you quickly closes your eyes and take in a deep breath. when you opens them once again, your expression is back to that unreadable one ithaqua is most familiar with. “alright, then, i won’t touch you. let me at least get you something though.”

you back away to the table, where there’s a wooden bucket. atop of it is a type of spinner.

it doesn’t look dangerous, but it’s something ithaqua has not seen before, so he can’t help but feel suspicious nonetheless.

you remove the top part before grabbing a spoon and scooping something in a bowl.

it looks white, just like the snow outside.

when you are back beside his side, you hold out the bowl. “i’m not sure why you’re angry,” you say, “and i’m sure it’s none of my business, too, but maybe this can help calm you down a little.”

ithaqua raises a brow, but he accepts the bowl anyway. they seem really good at picking up on feelings...

the bowl feels cold to the touch, which surprises him a bit, but he doesn’t complain. the heat feels dizzying to him, so he simply eats what’s in the bowl without comment.

he was expecting it to taste like ice, but when a mildly sweet flavor hits his tongue, his face lights up behind the mask.

it’s like this little bite alone is threatening to freeze every feeling of anger and suspicion in his body and replace it with a cold sense of bliss.

but a little bite can only freeze for so long.

so he takes another bite, and another. he keeps taking small bites even when his tongue is numb from the coldness until the bowl is empty.

if this doctor isn’t here, will i never be able to eat this again?

when the bowl is gone, an idea pops into his mind.

if i bring this to mother, will she be happy too?

it’s worth a try. he is willing to do anything for her.

“i’m glad you seem to really like it,” you say from behind, breaking ithaqua out of his thoughts.

he turns back to you upon hearing your voice, holding the bowl out. “seconds,” he says, then adds as an afternote following a brief pause, “...and one more bowl.”

though the last part of his request comes out as a soft whisper, it’s not lost to your ears.

stifling a chuckle with your closed hand covering a part of your lips, you take the bowl from ithaqua’s hands while responding in turn: “as you wish.”

you are about to head to the table, but remembering something then and there, you turn back. “by the way, this is called ice cream, a cold sweet. if you ever find yourself wanting some more, you will always be welcome here.”

with that, you head over to the table, grabbing two disposable bowls from the shelf.

[jaelaxies]

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

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fluff; wc.: 440.

Requested!

Zhang Hao, Ricky & fem reader!; fluff fluff; friends going out and having a good time;

tw: none.

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⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ Welcome to our first request of the year, since this is not a full on scenario I would like to introduce you guys for the first time to my version of headcannons!

Having an adult life is something nobody prepares you for: you have bill to pay, people to please, a job to do and sometimes it could get very complicated in a very short span of time.

Thankfully, you had these two by your side.

Zhang Hao, whose presence always brought you comfort even trough the most stressful days of your internship: always making sure you had a proper meal, timing you out if you went too heavy on yourself and making you company when deadlines became too much to handle alone. Hao was your biggest supporter but also someone who you could always rely on for advice.

And entering the newbie but familiar face of college: Ricky; as he wasn’t old enough to get an internship yet, he made sure he could stick around at any time you guys needed a break. Known as cold and serious, Ricky was nothing like the names thrown at him. If anything, he was like a pandora’s box.

Jokes? Got them. Plans to hang out? Planned them. Admiration for you two? Got it, too. Ricky just had a serious case of a very handsome face with such a contrasting personality, even in the gloomiest of days, he could bring a smile to your face by just asking how things went with your presentation, bombarding you with compliments about your ideas. Because in his eyes, you were just the role model he wanted to be.

And here they were, imagine two puppies waiting for food as you looked at them with a surprised smile on your face.

Dinner? Chinese Restaurant with tons of delicious food that the know you can’t say no to?

And so, as the evening progressed and you guys were ordering your favorite plates, the true meaning of the night was brought up by Hao, sitting right in front of you.

“We both thought that you’ve been working so hard and put so much effort into this project…” Hao smiled and let Ricky continue as planned prior.

“So tonight, you can enjoy yourself because you’ve worked hard and…”

“We’re so proud of you”

As both of them said those words you could no longer hold the fresh tears that started forming in your eyes, you really were lucky to have them by your side.

“No crying!” Hao said while stuffing a dumpling in your mouth and Ricky let out a chuckle, handing you over something to drink as you furrowed your brows in fake anger.

“We’re celebrating you tonight”

Also, remember to treat these two to their favorite restaurants because they also needed a break, but for now, enjoy the night away.

@sadfragilegirl (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) hope you like it! It's my first time doing a headcannon but i think it came out pretty comfy and fluffy. Thanks for being my first request of the year, hehe!

Also more zb1 content, are we surprised? but do we like this format or do you guys prefer the normal scenarios?

Thanks for all the love i have been receiving on recent posts, i really appreciate every single reblog and comment; truly thank you ໒꒰ྀི´• ˕ •` ꒱ྀིა

With all the love in the world,

ੈ✩‧˚✧˖°࿐ Stella!

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[jenoslutie]

get this …. perv step brother!jeno

warnings: stepcest, dry humping, they do it while jaem and hyuck watch (and they get caught)

wc: 440

while you and jeno were preparing for his friends to come over, he’d been touchier than usual, taking every opportunity he’d get when you’d bend over to look at what’s underneath your skirt, resting his hand on your ass every time as he helped you bake the brownies you wanted to make, pulling your hair slightly just to hear u groan in pain. 

he was doing the most today. 

he even went as far as promising you that when his friends came over he’d leave you alone for the rest of the day. so when your step brother said that "the boys" were coming over, you didn't expect to be crammed in the living room together while watching some boring movie in the dark. 

you don't know why jeno insisted that you watched the movie with them when you could be enjoying your alone time in your bedroom. however, here you were, dodging your step brother’s constant teasing for the past hour. small touches here and there, soft fingers grazing your bare thighs slightly. 

“jeno stop” and you whispered harshly. however, jeno, as usual, brushed it aside and continued until he got closer and closer to where he needed you. 

“the boys are asleep anyways” he replied calmly. he had a point though, the lights were off and the movie was loud enough to hide any sounds from the both of you. 

giving in, you slowly removed your pyjama shorts and climbed onto his lap waiting for him to make the first move. only relaxing when your stomach erupts in butterflies when his lips meet yours. jeno’s hands moved to your hips, guiding your hips to grind on his very evident bulge. you moan softly into the kiss making jeno smirk. 

he could never get enough of you and you both were aware of it. 

“jeno f-faster” you sighed out blissfully, picking up the pace just enough so you don’t get caught. the both of you are too far gone to notice the two boys behind you palming themselves through their sweats. 

“m’ close baby” jenos voice came out soft and low. being extra cautious about the extra presences in the room. you on the other hand, too high in the clouds to voice your release, falling over the edge with a loud whine on top of jeno. legs shaking slightly, head in the clouds too far gone to realize jeno came in his pants, breathing heavily as he came down from his high. 

“jeno you’re fucking your stepsister huh?” the voice from behind startled you both. knowing the one and only, lee haechan is not letting you live this down. 

not my best work but i hope u guys enjoyed!!!! feedback is appreciated and requests are open :)))