#dreadhead!reader

[apocalypse-shuffle]

JASON TODD | RED HOOD (arkhamverse)

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Jason w/ an S/O who has locs (Jason Todd x Fem!Reader)

Headcanons

SFW, 18+, minors dni, some smut, the reader-insert’s hair is long - some Caribbean-American!Reader as well

Pic source — Batman: Arkham Knight video game & Batman: Arkham Knight - Red Hood Story Pack DLC

Jason first sees you when you're coming out of the corner store, and he might be in a rush, but he remembers your hair: long and full with little naturally formed curls at some of the ends from when he’d knocked into you a little as you were going in and him out.

You’d sucked your teeth and cussed at him a little under your breath, but ultimately didn’t kick up much fuss after his low grunt of an apology.

He’d taken note of the accent, and the voice accompanying it, that had rolled off your tongue when you’d cussed at him though. Which he capitalized on the next time he was in your area of the Alley, recognizing you by your voice enough to strike up a conversation with you even though he’s in the middle of bulldozing through what’s left of the stubborn stranglers of Black Mask’s old operation.

Jason probably shouldn’t be hitting on you, but he doesn’t care and you don’t know any better. He is embarrassingly rusty at regular (non vigilante) socialization and too blunt at times. He’s pretty though, and with his scar relatively covered by the shadows cast by the big hood he slips back over his head part way through your conversation after you start fully watching him, and a little concealer, you don’t question the trouble he might get up to either. He’s able to secure a promise to meet up for coffee after giving you the number of his least incriminating burner like he’s a real boy or something too.

Some of the members of his militia (before they disbanded) that he was closer to had tried urging him to form some kind of life outside of ‘work’, so he figures he’ll at least try something casual with you now.

Eventually he’s been seeing you for long enough that he knows how much he finds your untouched hair and new growth adorable and knows about all the hangups you have with people automatically assuming your hair is dirty when you don’t have a fresh re-twist.

He likes to plant his hands in your hair and scratch at your scalp whenever you’re just chilling when you’ve got new growth best. Your roots are soft like that and he likes maneuvering around the bundles where each of your locs are sectioned off. Plus, how you shiver and press into his touch or bare your neck for him like there isn’t a knife in the sleeve of his motorcycle jacket that could be in his hand in seconds and groan happily is more therapeutic than he’d ever thought something so small could be.

After one long day of your stilted responses Jason comes up to your flat expecting to find you asleep during the last two hours left in the afternoon. What he finds instead is the aftermath of you having worked your ass off that Saturday and you using the last of the sun's rays to your advantage to dry your thick head of hair so your head doesn’t end up smelling like a wet mop at the end of the day.

You’re clearly a little tired when you greet him and Jason is a little shocked at just how much effort you put into your locs and their maintenance.

He’s seen you get ready most other days and do little more than oil your scalp, moisturize your roots, and rub the remaining oil on your palms over the actual length of your locked up hair to tame some of your locs’ fuzziness. The level of work you put into bigger more comprehensive wash days is definitely unexpected for him based on that.

It’s after that that he just asks if he can accompany you when he isn’t busy on your wash days so he isn’t being deprived of you for ‘no good reason’. It’s not too long after that when he asks if he can help you out, especially once he sees you getting ready to strip down for a shower.

Something which is only possible if Jason is comfortable with you seeing the ‘J’ brand carved into his cheek at all.

Acts of service, especially, are what he’s best at when it comes to connecting with you, but he might have to cajole you to agree. Being with you, also, is a reprieve from his skull busting as the Red Hood. A reprieve from the steaming piles of shit he faces every night. He actively cherishes and looks forward to his time with you even if you can’t always tell due to how hard Jason’s grisled face is to read.

Rough as his hands typically are (especially with you sometimes, when you’re hooking up) a part of Jason craves the open excuse he has to be soft with you when dealing with your locs.

He likes the show of trust from you, too, even if he’d hardly even admit that you being so open with him makes his stomach hurt and makes him want to duck his head like a nervous school girl with a crush.

The feeling of you relaxing into him more when his hands are so close to your throat is so overwhelming that first time that he has to grit his teeth so he doesn’t tear up anymore than he already is. He’s not a killer around you, not a mistake or a pawn or one large walking bruise, he’s just Jason; sometimes that can feel like a curse but that day it feels like a gift he won’t ever be worthy of deserving.

Good thing for him that he’s a selfish vindictive bastard and doesn’t care about what the universe thinks. It’s taken enough from him as is, he isn’t looking to defer to it for anything so ridiculous as permission.

You’re nervous and embarrassed as hell about soaking your hair in apple cider vinegar around him for the first time. It’s not just that the smell of diluted vinegar mixture in and of itself makes your nose permanently scrunch until you’re done and has you sneezing for just as long either; you’re detoxing your hair and getting rid of any product and/or dirt buildup, the liquid mixture in the basin won’t exactly be clear afterwards.

Jason doesn’t even give a shit, though, and is mostly just worried about the position of your neck as you’re soaking your locs. He knows it’s only twenty or so minutes but he’s worried anyway, and don’t let you start cracking your neck afterwards either, you’ll send that man into a frenzy.

He gives you a massage afterwards, calloused hands inexperienced and far too touchy for a masseuse, but effective enough to have you moaning. His voice gets low and breathy when you give way to him like this, and Jason ends up nursing a chub for the better part of the rest of your afternoon together.

He’ll do your locs outside if you prefer (so long as there’s shade for him to hide in while you take in enough sun for you both), but mostly you just go outside to let the sun catch the top of your head while you do some work so you don’t have to sit up underneath a dryer or hold a dryer up to your head for way longer than you’d like.

If you are outside though (for whichever reason) Jason always humors the neighborhood kids walking around or playing, even more than you’d initially thought he would. Anyone older who strikes up a conversation with you, too, Jason will passingly interact with, even if he leaves most of the conversation up to you and only really engages with the other person whenever you cue him into the conversation in some way.

He doesn’t tend to look at people head on when they’re actually paying attention to him, and it’s less so from anything like shame and more so because he’s angling his head down so nobody sees the scar, the brand. The gawking pisses him off so he’d rather just avoid it entirely.

Jason is also just fine with being the one to hold your hair dryer up to your head and move your locks around so every bit gets dry the way you need them to.

You help him figure out the direction that your locs twist (either clockwise or counter clockwise) so he doesn’t mess up the strength of your roots by twisting against their natural direction and thinning them out; he follows through with all the rest of your locs immediately.

You can see him contemplating whether or not he’s supposed to take the rat-tail comb to your head in order to retwist your locs before you slip it from his fingers and apply oil to his hands yourself, demonstrate how to palm roll your locs yourself, and then letting him have at it.

Even at his big ass age Jason’s legitimately terrified he might mess up your hair (and of your tears and retribution thereafter) and so he’s paying extra attention, but he also keeps having to rub his palms dry on his pants when you’re going over everything.

You might laugh at him about his nerves a little, but you’ve got a whole very specific and very purposeful hair care routine going on, he’s just trying to concentrate.

Despite how much you tease him for worrying about messing up your hair you still make sure to inspect the first of your locs that he oils and retwists — two mirrors, aerial pictures, and all — just to make absolutely sure he’s really got it.

Jason’s brows climb high up his forehead and he whistles when you pull out the bag you keep all of your hair supplies in.

He still makes sure to note the brands and the unique labels of your hair products just in case he wants to get you some later; he does not want to end up bumbling around the beauty supply store racking his brain for what you use and having to interact with more people than he definitely wants to.

He scoffs a laugh the second he realizes most of the bag’s contents are hair jewelry and beads. You just smile at him.

When one of your relatives sends over homemade coconut oil and you offer him some he nearly passes away he’s so frazzled. You hord that shit like it’s gold, he’s flattered you want to share with him.

He loves the way your hair supplies smell too, though he wasn’t quite ready for the smell of homemade coconut oil.

More often than not Jason will pull you close just to catch a whiff of the products you use. Usually though it’s when your scalp is free of your more heavier products and the natural scent of your scalp is prominent that he’ll stop you in the middle of you walking somewhere or come up behind you when you’re busy to wrap his arms around you and just plant his nose in your scalp for a few moments.

The first time he did this you called him a freak and then laughed so hard you started to hiccup. You love it though.

Jason carries oversized hair ties with him once you start regularly seeing each other in case you need a backup and so that he can put your hair up himself whenever need may be without having to worry about the elastic snapping.

Whenever you’re riding him he prefers for you to leave your hair down and let your locs hang around your head for as long as possible. Loves how you look above him with your hair haloing your ecstasy strewn face and the little curtain of intimacy it gives you two.

How solidly he’s able to fist your hair and pull is something he appreciates about your locs too. If he knows some of your locs are thin or otherwise in recovery he won’t pull on your hair though.

If you’re doing a bigger or more complicated style with your hair he likes to sit and watch you when he can. There’s likely something else he was supposed to be doing too but he can’t help but stop to watch how your lips purse in concentration or your eyes cross as you’re trying to look at the back of your head in the mirror.

He doesn’t typically interfere — and really he couldn’t if he wanted to considering he can barely put your hair into a decent looking ponytail no matter how effective they are at staying in — but if you’re struggling to get a loc in place or to wrap a bundle of your hair and he sees you getting frustrated and tired he’ll move to hold your arms in place to give you a break from holding them up to your head for so long. He might not kiss you but he will rub little circles into the brown of your skin to help ease how your muscles ache.

You get Jason some sympywyby (ie: an aloe plant) as a gift because it’s supposed to be low maintenance and because he’d mentioned certain grounding techniques people used in passing. Given how absentminded he can be, especially if he tells you about being the Red Hood and/or the Arkham Knight, you get him the plant to help ground him. It’s immature when you gift it to him and generally allows him to track the passing of time if he loses himself to the weight of his memories and doesn’t want you coming to visit him just in case he lashes out.

He goes out of his way to harvest some of the plant to make a gel for you to put into your hair. He forgets to cook out the toxins at first and so when you ask him about it and he looks at you blankly you laugh, fondly rolling your eyes with your phone to your ear, and just tell him you’re flattered anyway. The next night he’s got the toxins taken cared of and is brandishing a recycled jar of gel (from a past product you had that ran out) wrapped with a ribbon tied into an absolutely immaculate bow for you to take.

The first time Jason ever sees you put your hair up quick quick while you’re in a rush without a hair tie he squints for a few long beats. You take two-three of your locs and wrap them around the bundle of the rest of your hair in your fist and use those couple of stray locs like a hair tie before probably rushing in to help someone and his first thought is that you’re fucking amazing. His second thought is about why the fuck he’s been buying and carying around special hair ties for you if you could just do that the whole time?!

It’s because you don’t want to put too much tension on your roots, but he doesn’t know that yet.

If you’re putting hair jewelry or beads in your hair he always offers to help if he’s around. He likes helping you and inexplicably feels closer to you whenever he’s winding colorful thread around your locs or beading them or just helping you clip on decorations and jewels attached to spun wire.

When you jingle when you walk due to how much beads or rings you’re wearing in your hair he finds it more comforting than he’d like to admit that he’s able to pinpoint where you are instantly no matter how soft your movement. It’s good, too, knowing that you trust Jason so explicitly that it doesn’t even cross your mind to be worried about the fact that he can find you instantly when you’re around him.

Beads do make it harder for ayo to cuddle the way he likes though, so there is that downside even though he still thinks you’re pretty as fuck. It’s a worthwhile sacrifice.

The first time you lose a loc around Jason it’s because of stress, you’d been pulling at your roots and worn them thin, and when it just comes off in the middle of the two of you talking you’re so embarrassed you burst into tears right then and there. Jason panics hard and has no option with how incoherent you get through your tears but to fail at reassuring you there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, and to throw every method he knows has cheered you up in the past at you until you stop. Breathing exercises are not off the table, and with Jason’s low cadence (even as boyishly overconfident as it could get sometimes) letting him coach you down isn’t too much of a struggle.

If you lose a loc just due to regular tension and traction then the same proceedings on Jason’s end will occur too, don’t worry.

Jason doesn’t hesitate to help you reattach and strengthen your loc(s) to the best of his ability. He’s gentle with your hair, fingers as precise as if he were connecting the wires of a bomb and his demeanor just as serious; his breath steady as it fans over the exposed parts of your scalp.

After he’s finished (and you’ve inspected his work) he pulls you onto his lap and you rest your head over his heart as he carefully massages oil into your scalp and curbs the urge he has to intermittently press kisses to your hairline by instead occasionally ghosting his lips over your hairline while you two talk.

He reassures you everything is honestly fine and when you pull him into an air stealing make-out session in thanks he grips you tighter and sighs into it, completely unphased when your hair knocks softly onto his face in turn. Even when your locs brush over the ‘J’ brand he doesn’t stop, can’t say he hates the feel of them catching against any of his scars in general and he’s got no idea why.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!!

I honestly don’t have much else to say besides that.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it!

[rubyarerosies]

to add onto lowkeyartist!sukuna, he most definitely pulls the same nonchalant act when people start speculating if he has a baby now.

After releasing a wedding photo where your face isn’t visble (he does not want you to face the brute force of fans, and you don’t as well) finally giving the public a glimpse of his now wife, he starts uploading his normal covers and new mixes around 3 months after but because you are still the hot topic people notice your absence. You’re out of his videos for a whole year, and people again start to speculate what is going on in Sukuna’s private life.

And because of how tempting the public can be to tease, he goes live again.

Question after question start, most are of you, again. But to make the mood start off hot, he answers questions about the wedding, “how was the wedding? It was good, was a bit nervous cause my wife and I spent months preparing, happy it all went good.”

He edges everyone watching, answering questions about you but not in too much detail, he knows what he’s doing, everyone watching too - he’s not answering the burning question: where are you?

“So, where is she? In the lounge, she’s probably watching,” he replies, trying to remain as relaxed as possible, “Show her to us? Nah, she’s busy right now,”

“Busy with what? My son,” you’re in the other room giggling to yourself, kissing your son’s cheek while his dad keeps up the act of a straight face. You know after it’s over, he’s going to come laugh with you and your new addition about it, like how he did before.

“Can we see him? No,” he laughs, “my wife would kill me if you guys were to ever see him.”

(After the live, he posted a picture of you and your son at the beach. Your son is in your arms and you both are facing away from the camera, he captions it with a heart and the internet buzzes like wildfire having finally caught a glimpse of Sukunas family)

[redz0nez9]

Our nonchalant dreadhead. 😩

[aeeeyese]

i need more eren fics where he acts like the stupid loud loser he is rather than a nonchalant fboy 🫤

[punkeropercyjackson]

Miles / Percy / Jason

[eunoiiz]

☁︎—texts w/ nishimura riki.

☁︎synopsis—texting online best friend nishimura riki.₊˚ෆ

☁︎genre—online best friend!nishimura riki. fluff? crack? confident that reader is gender neutral.₊˚ෆ

☁︎warning—swearing. intended lowercase.₊˚ෆ

☁︎kassiddi’s note—double drop woah !!!! i feel like niki is simple to write for cus hes either a nonchalant dreadhead or the opposite.. hes been WILDDDD recently though wowza !!!!!! but i thought this would be super cutesy so here we are <3.₊˚ෆ

thank you for reading♡ i appreciate any interaction with my writing, i just do it for fun(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

please do not steal for repost on any platform. i only publish these to tumblr under the username eunoiiz.

[cxosmicxo]

valentines !!

♡ : i. midoriya, k. bakugo, s. todoroki, e. kirishima, d. kaminari, h. sero

☆ : gn!reader, slight fem!reader mention in one of denki's, established relationship, one mention of vomit, very small vocabulary omg, not edited so if you see a typo ignore it

✄ : sorry this is so late!! i hate being busy and i’ve been really busy recently💔 but there will be a new smau coming out later this week also😜😜

- in which the mha boys ask you to be their valentine !

i. midoriya

asks you like the first week of january😭

very responsible!

but hes actually so nervous to ask you even tho you guys are dating ??

almost vomits bc he’s so nervous

was gonna do it in front of your friends but he was too nervous so he did it in private

it was after school and the sun is starting to set so it’s that mix of pink and orange

he texts you telling you to meet him at the pond you guys hangout at

you’re sitting there for maybe a minute, waiting for him

and he comes up behind you with a little “boo!” bc he’s silly😝

you turn around and he’s holding flowers and there’s a little bit of snow on the petals

when he opens his mouth to talk he gets nervous and shuts up and his face is turning bright red

LMAO he turns around, takes a deep breath and turns back around with an anxious smile

“i know it’s early but… will you be my valentine?”

he shuts his eyes like he thinks you’re gonna say no loll

his heart is beating out of his chest when you don’t respond but you’re just awing at him bc he’s so cute💔💔💔

i don’t think i used awing right

he opens his eyes and he’s like “please don’t say no bc i already made a reservation”

you giggle at him and then you hug and say yes of courseeeee

and then you live happily ever after and he gives you flowers, chocolate, stuffed animal, smth you’ve been wanting for a while, and takes you out to dinner and you spend the rest of the weekend together😜

k. bakugo

wasn’t gonna ask you bc he assumed obviously you’re his valentine you’re dating🙄

until he heard your friends talking abt how their boyfriends asked

now he has to one up all of them

does it in private bc “they don’t need to be in our business” but it’s bc no one else needs to see him showing emotion besides you

actually really nervous like izuku it’s giving him a headache

begrudgingly asks his mom what to get you and how to ask you

he just shows up to your dorm and when you open the door he just barges in, shutting the door

you just stare at him confused and he huffs and rolls his eyes

“be my valentine… or whatever”

he’s basically whispering it

but if you ask him to repeat it he’ll walk away😭

you ask him where your flowers/presents are and he’s like “you gotta wait for that, greedy”

but he takes you out to dinner bc he’s had that booked since december/january but you’ll never know that🤫

he gets you flowers and candy and all that cheesy shit but he gets you smth sentimental like omg you loser😩😩😩

very sentimental and probably gave you pictures from when you first met, first started dating, and now

so cute i love him

s. todoroki

also wasn’t gonna ask you but natsuo said he HAS TO

and mina was borderline harassing him abt it lmao

honestly pretty lost and scrolls on tiktok for hourssss looking for gift ideas

he asks you around the first week of february

nothing dramatic he just asked you on a study date at your fav cafe and he brings flowers and asks you as soon as he sees you

he feels like he should be nervous but really isn’t

nonchalant dreadhead shoto

pauses before he asks bc he gets a little nervous but he knows you’ll say yes

omg if you say no as a joke he jaw drops slightly it’s so funny

but on valentine’s day he def takes you to this nice ass restaurant and you guys take cute pictures and everyone’s jealous

when you guys get back to the dorms he gives you your gift and i think he made you a boo basket bc he saw so many videos abt it

has like candy and stuff, probably a jellycat, and the essentials idk you get the point

super cuteness and you spend the rest of the night together and probably go out again the next day😜

e. kirishima

very excited he loves valentine’s day

he just loves loving you!!!

just like izuku he asks you like right after christmas

you guys probably started dating bc he asked you to be his valentine and then you lived happily ever after😝

omg yes wait

it’s the day after christmas and you guys are hanging out with your friends in the commons and he perks up randomly saying he forgot to give you a present and sprints to his dorm

most of you guys are looking at him weird but denki, mina, and sero are looking suspicious

he comes back, out of breath, and he places a medium to large sized box on the coffee table and sits back down next to you

you side eye him with suspicious and take the top off of the box

the box unfolds and there’s flowers and chocolate placed in the middle of a poster that says “all i want for christmas is you… will you be my valentine?” in what looks like mina’s handwriting😭

you gasp and pull him in a tight hug, nodding with a little “of course, you loser” and a giggle

his hands shoot up in victory yelling, “SHE SAID YES!!!” as if he just proposed to you LMAO

everyone (except bakugo bc he left when kirishima left bc he knew the present) cheered loudly and it was so silly😜

valentine’s day rolls around and you’re greeted with him holding flowers in front of your door as so as you open it

“for you m’lady, happy valentine’s day”

after school you guys go eat ofc and go to the park, acting like fools but eventually you guys go back to the dorms and he gives you your presents

he also made a boo basket and has cute sentimental stuff like a handwritten note, a photo album of you guys, and other simple basic stuff

you guys had a romcom marathon and spent the rest of the weekend together with your “extended valentine’s day”

d. kaminari

i’m torn between if he’d lwk forget and ask you the day before or if he’s had this prepared since november😭

def asks you in public and does smth extravagant

like outside your dorm with a boombox

okay so it’s february 1st and you’re finishing up getting ready for school and you’re just abt to head down to the commons

you grab your bag and you hear again by fetty wap blasting on a speaker and it’s coming closer to your room LMAO

so, confused ofc, you step out of your room and see denki holding a poster that clearly wasn’t made by him bc it’s legible, sero holding a boombox, and kirshima holding a bouquet of flowers

can you tell i think im the funniest person ever

most of your class is behind him, cheering him on bc power couple ofc

as he approaches your dorm, sero turns down the music and denki holds the poster in one hand and flowers in the other

his dramatic ass gets down on one knee

“good morning, my beautiful goddess, will-“

“did mina make that poster”

“shut up, will you make me the happiest man alive and be my valentine?”

you laugh and say yes ofc and he jumps up, drops the poster and flowers, and picks you up and spins you around while everyone cheers and takes pictures

very dramatic ofc

on valentine’s day he comes to your door in the morning and gives you flowers and chocolate that he makes you carry it around all day so these mfs know you have a valentine

after school he gives you your presents and he also does a basket thing and it’s very similar to kirishimas but def adds some pictures of himself for you to appreciate lmao

even tho he did a dramatic thing asking you out he’s pretty chill on valentine’s day and just wants you to feel your best and feel loved and appreciated

take insta pics of courseeee and everyone’s jealous and he takes your pictures and he highly trained btw

just like kirishima with the “extended valentine’s day” it’s valentine’s day until you go back to school

you’re attacked by the hip all weekend, everything is a two person job

even if you have to go to the bathroom he’ll stand by the sink

if you kick him out he’ll be curled up against the door while he waits and falls when you open the door

very cutesy very sweet makes sure he’s the best and last bf you have😜😜

h. sero

asks you in a timely manner

very responsible

could do smth extravagant and public or personal and private depending on what you want

probably makes mina ask you abt it so she can tell him

bc of that i won’t specifically describe how he asks so use your imagination to how your perfect valentines proposal would be

classic man, probably brings flowers but if you don’t like flowers or are allergic he’ll bring an alternative like stuffed/dried/lego flowers or wtv

if you want smth public and dramatic he’ll probably yell at you from down the school hallway, run up to you with a poster and loudly ask😭

if you want smth more private and personal he’ll probably ask in the same place he asked you out and have a little cute and meaningful speech

he’s pretty good with words if he wants to and makes you tear up a little bit tbh

use your imagination to fulfill the rest of your dreams <33

similar to kirishima mainly

if you prefer a fancy dinner he’ll book one but if you just wanna get food or stay in the dorms it’s wtv makes you happy bc you being happy makes him happy🤩

but on valentine’s day i’m thinking he gives you smth in the morning like a cute matching bracelet and gives you the rest of your gifts after your date

he follows you around all day and has no shame bc why wouldn’t he

like i said earlier it depends what you want like if you go to a restaurant to eat or just grab some food or stay in the dorms

but after you eat you guys watch cheesy romcoms in his dorm and he gives you your presents

also does a basket and gives you the basic things like everyone else but he does hand write a letter makes a cute thing with pictures from when you first started dating to now

he’s very sentimental tell me he’s not🙄

omg yes he gives you a collage board to hang up on your wall and it’s full of pictures of you guys and tons of memories

he does not play abt valentines LMAO

follows you around all weekend also but he does that anyways

[sillyhanako]

␥ ﹒ EVERYWHERE I GO I KEEP HER PICTURE IN MY WALLET LIKE 🌊 ✼ . ⁺ 

﹒꒦꒷ headcanons﹔okarun x alien!reader

﹒꒦꒷ contains﹔airhead reader, the term gf used once, tooth rotting fluff, can be read as gn or fem reader, healthy relationship, turbo!okarun.

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꒱﹒a/n﹒୨୧ : Inspired by alien!reader ffs/rambles on wattpad and tumblr, dandadan manga is soo good im on chapter 121 and its straight up flame 🔥 this was very fun to make! notes and reblogs are appreciated :)

ー﹕m.list﹐

alien!reader who is openly affectionate, showering him with hugs, hand-holding, and sweet kisses.

alien!reader who pops out of a bush, surprising Okarun. They hand him a couple of flowers while being covered by leaves and branches, smiling sweetly at him.

alien!reader who rambles to Okarun in their alien language. They know Okarun can't understand them, but they feel like declaring their love in just one language isn't enough!

alien!reader who loves being interviewed by Okarun, as it makes them feel truly appreciated! They, of course, provide lengthy answers to ensure no detail is left behind. They aim to satisfy his curiosity to the fullest!

alien!reader who loves Okarun's newfound circle of friends! They're all very unique in their own ways, especially the athletic guy! He matches their energy perfectly. Some would even say they're perfect for each other, but they prefer a certain cute awkward boy ♡

alien!reader who is the most random person ever.

they think turbo granny in her little cat figure is super cute, they love having her in their backpack.

fixes Okarun's hair strands after whatever fight he took part in, even though they think they're super cute. ♡

who changes their shape and attitude to whatever they feel like that day, whether it be a 4'11 little menace or a 7'4 nonchalant dreadhead that can't fit through Seiko's doors.

alien!reader who loves turbo okarun! they actually just love him unconditionally but seeing his different attitude is a nice change that they can get used to. and with this package comes turbo!okarun calling reader his babe and free piggy backrides! while being chased down by 6 aliens

alien!reader and Okarun are the epitome of strong gf x nerdy bf. They are the dominant one in this relationship, and Okarun isn't complaining, not when you hold him in a bridal style and lean down for a quick peck, leaving him grinning like a fool.

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[jaikoyaki]

ꜱᴛᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ

//Kang Haerin x Reader//univ!AU//short oneshot//

ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇx ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴ. ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴡᴀꜱɴ’ᴛ.

SYPNOSIS ! You’ve never missed a party. But when Kang Haerin—your best friend/fake girlfriend, and a total loser—cups your face and asks you to stay, how could you possibly say no????

WORD COUNT ! 2k TAGS ! Fake Dating, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Fluff & Tension, Light Angst, Nerd/Loser (idfk)!Haerin, Popular!reader, Subtle Jealousy. friends with benefits???, univ!au, fem!reader ofc, CUDDLESSS WARNINGS ! Mild suggestiveness, gay ahhahahah, idk how to write kissing stuff, kinda rushed but idc, Mentions of alcohol/partying,

AUTHOR'S NOTE ! ohmygoff guys i tried a different header style and i don’t like it but i’m too lazy to fix it 😭 anyway i got this idea from a tt i saw like a year ago lol

You’re sitting cross-legged in front of your vanity, lip gloss uncapped in one hand and your phone in the other. A stream of notifications rolls across the screen—texts from your friends about tonight’s party, someone asking if you’re bringing Haerin, and a single message from your ex that you’ve been ignoring all day.  

The girl behind you shifts on the bed, the soft glow from your LED lights casting faint shadows across her face. She’s still in her oversized sweater, the sleeves bunched over her hands, and her glasses are slipping down the bridge of her nose. Loose strands of hair frame her face as she watches you apply your makeup.  

“You’re really going?” Haerin’s voice is soft, almost hesitant. 

You meet her gaze through the mirror, “Yeah. Why, you gonna miss me?”  you joked

Haerin’s eyes drop to her lap, fingers tugging at the frayed hem of her sweater. “No.”  

You roll your eyes. “Liar.”  

She doesn’t answer, but you catch the way her lips press together.

Most people wouldn’t dare accuse Haerin of lying. Half the school is either intimidated by her or obsessed with her—the whole mysterious, nonchalant dreadhead vibe only adds to the appeal. She’s smart, always at the top of her class, but not in a try-hard way. It’s effortless for her.

At least, that’s what everyone else thinks.

You know better.

“awhh, you’re really not gonna miss me?” you tease, tilting your head.

Haerin’s mouth twitches, almost like she’s fighting a smile. She pushes her glasses up her nose with the edge of her sleeve. “Obviously not.”

Yeah. Sure.

The thing about Haerin is that she’s impossible to read—cold and quiet to most, yet with you, she’s something else entirely. A complete loser, really.

She’s obsessed with frogs. Like, weirdly obsessed. She has a whole album of frog pictures on her phone and once made you sit through a 20-minute Ted Talk about how they absorb water through their skin. And don’t even get started on the fish facts—Haerin has this habit of dropping random, useless knowledge on you at the worst times. (“Did you know some fish can change genders?” she once whispered during a math test.)  

And honestly—You find it kind of cute.

You twist around in your seat, setting your lip gloss down and leaning back on your hands. Haerin’s still looking down, her glasses sliding lower on her nose as she worries the edge of her sweater between her fingers.  

“You could come with me, you know.”  

Haerin scoffs, adjusting her glasses. “Why would I do that?”  

“Because,” you shrug, “it would make sense for my girlfriend to be there.”  

Haerin’s head snaps up, eyes rolling behind her lenses. “You’re really still going through with that?”  

You grin. “We already agreed, didn’t we?”  

“You agreed.”  

“Hey! You agreed too,” you remind her. “You were the one who said it’d be a good idea.”  

Haerin huffs, standing up and heading toward your closet.

The whole fake dating thing had been your idea. After your ex moved on a little too fast, you figured making her jealous was the obvious solution. And who better to rope into your ridiculous plan than your own best friend?

It worked maybe a little too well. Your ex definitely noticed, and Haerin played the part better than you expected. Too good, even. The way she held your hand, the way she looked at you like you were the only person in the room—it felt real.

Then your ex texted you she said she wanted to talk, maybe even try again. But you turned her down without hesitation and never mentioned it to Haerin.

And somehow, instead of ending the whole thing right there… you just kept going.

“Great.” You hum to yourself, picking up your brush again.

You hear Haerin rummaging through your closet, followed by the shuffle of fabric. When you glance back, you see her pulling on a blue flannel—and then… a baseball cap.

She adjusts the brim low over her face as she sits back down on the bed.

“You are not wearing a baseball cap to the party,” you arch a brow, grabbing your phone and a handful of makeup products as you walk toward her.

The girl on your bed leans back, tipping the brim upward slightly. “What’s wrong with baseball caps?”

“At a party? Everything.”

You toss the cap behind you and slide into her lap without thinking—an easy, familiar motion, like slipping into your favourite seat. Her hands instinctively hover at your waist, hesitating just for a moment before resting there, light but sure, as if they’ve done it a hundred times before.

“Let me do your makeup,” you say, grinning as you hold her chin between your fingers.

“What?” Haerin blinks, pushing her glasses up with her knuckle.

“You’ll look cute.”

“No.”

“Please?”

Silence. Which is basically a yes to her.

“Yay”

Her breath hitches when you push her glasses up onto her head. Her hands tighten on your waist—just slightly, just enough for you to notice.

You pretend not to.

She watches as you put blush onto her cheeks, her lashes fluttering when you swipe a soft stroke across her nose. When you lean in to do her eyeliner, your thumb resting lightly beneath her jaw, you feel it—the faintest tremor beneath your fingers.

“Sit still,” you murmur, leaning in to draw her eyeliner. Your left hand steadies her head, thumb resting just beneath her jaw.

Her gaze flickers up—not toward the mirror, but directly at you.

And now you’re close enough to see the gold flecks in her irises, the way her breath subtly hitches in her throat.

How is she supposed to stay still when you’re this close?

“There.” You smile, brushing your thumb lightly over the curve of her cheek. “Pretty.”

Though, you could’ve sworn you didn’t put that much blush on her…

Haerin avoids your gaze instead flicking toward the corner of the room

“Hm…wait.” You squint, studying her face. “You’re missing something.”

“Ah!...lipstick.”

Her gaze drops immediately to your lips.

You hum to yourself, twisting slightly as you glance toward the side of the couch, brushing your hand along the cushion in search of the tube. “Damn… I forgot to bring it over.”

You start to push yourself up — but before you can move, Haerin’s hands shift at your sides, her fingers brushing lightly over your waist like she’s steadying you.

You blink. “Haerin?”

Her cheeks are bright pink, her breath shaky. For a moment, it feels like time slows. The warmth of her hands bleeds through your shirt, and you’re close enough to see the quick rise and fall of her chest.

And then her hands slide up, cupping your face, her thumbs skimming over your skin.

Your breath stutters.

She hesitates, eyes flicking down to your mouth, then back up—like she’s waiting for you to stop her.

You don’t.

And then, softly (almost shyly) Haerin kisses you.

Your breath stutters as her mouth moves hesitantly at first—like she’s bracing for you to pull away. But you don’t. Your hands curl into the fabric of her flannel as she leans in deeper, her thumb brushing over your cheekbone.

“Problem solved,” she whispers.

-

You’ve always gone to the parties.

Seriously—always. If there’s a party happening, your name is on the guest. People expect you to be there. You have a reputation for it, being the life of the party, the one who knows exactly where the good drinks are, who’s sneaking into the pool after midnight, and which couple is probably going to break up by the end of the night.

Skipping a party? That’s not really your thing.

So when Haerin asks, “You’re really going?” it’s not a weird question. Of course you’re going.

Or… you were.

Your lips are still tingling when Haerin pulls back, just barely, her face hovering so close that you can feel her breath against your skin. Her glasses have slipped down her nose again, and her hands are still cradling your face like she’s afraid to let go.

Your heart is pounding. Actually, pounding might be an understatement —it’s doing backflips and somersaults and possibly breaking Olympic records right now.

“Now, Stay,” Haerin whispers.

Your eyes widen. “Wha—”

She leans in again, a soft kiss against the corner of your mouth this time. So soft you barely feel it, but it sends a hot spark shooting down your spine.

“Stay,” she says again.

You’re starting to feel dizzy. “Haerin—”

Another kiss—this time against your jaw. Her lips linger there for a second longer than they should, and you swear you feel her breath hitch against your skin.

In Haerin’s head, everything’s loud and quiet at the same time.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. It wasn’t real. Just a dumb plan to make your ex jealous. That’s what Haerin had told herself, over and over, every time you held her hand in public, every time you leaned into her side, every time someone called her your girlfriend. It was supposed to be harmless.

But somewhere between the ice cream dates and the way you smiled at her, it stopped feeling fake.

She should pull away. She should stop.

But she can’t.

Because the truth is, Haerin doesn’t want it to be fake anymore.

“Stay.”

Your brain is short-circuiting. Haerin’s hands slide from your cheeks to the back of your neck, her fingertips pressing lightly into your skin.

What the hell is happening right now??

Her lips brush the tip of your nose next —so soft it almost makes you laugh if you weren’t so busy trying not to combust.

“Stay.”

Her voice is steadier this time — more sure of itself.

You can’t breathe. Your hands are gripping the front of her flannel now, your knuckles white from how hard you’re holding on.

Her lips press lightly to the side of your neck next, just below your ear. Warm. Careful. She pulls away slowly, like she’s testing the reaction—and oh god, if your face gets any hotter you’re going to actually catch fire.

You can’t move. Can’t think. Can’t do anything except sit there, wide-eyed and very much on the verge of collapse.

Haerin tilts her head, brushing her lips over yours one more time—so soft and slow that it feels almost dreamlike. And when she pulls back, her eyes are dark behind her glasses, her cheeks flushed.

“Stay,” she whispers.

And then-

“...Please?”

Your whole body jolts like someone just hit you with a defibrillator. Haerin’s hands are still cupping the back of your neck, her forehead pressed against yours. Her lips are parted, her breath coming out as shaky.

Your mouth opens and nothing comes out. Your heart is beating so loud you can’t even hear yourself think.

“Uh—”

Haerin’s eyes flick to your lips again— and for a second, you think she’s going to kiss you again 

“Okay,” you breathe.

You don’t even know if you said it out loud or just thought it, but Haerin’s face relaxes, the corners of her mouth twitching upward.

And just like that

This was the first time you didn’t attend a party.

_______________

Your phone buzzes from where it’s balanced on the edge of the couch. You reach for it, trying not to disturb Haerin—who is currently asleep on top of you, her face buried in the crook of your neck, her arms lazily draped around your waist.

You squint at the screen. Hanni.

You sigh and swipe to answer the call, careful to keep your voice low.

“Hello?” you whisper.

“DUDE, WHERE ARE YOU?” Hanni’s voice is practically vibrating through the phone, loud enough to make you wince. You can barely hear her over the sound of music thumping in the background.

“I’m… not coming,” you murmur.

“What?!” Hanni’s voice sharpens. “What do you mean you’re not coming? Are you sick???”

You open your mouth to respond, but then Haerin shifts, her arms tightening slightly around your waist as she nuzzles closer. A soft hum escapes her lips.

And suddenly, you can't think of a single reason to leave.

“…I just don’t feel like it,” you say, your voice barely above a breath.

“You don’t feel like it?” Hanni scoffs. “Girl, Since when?”

You hesitate, shifting your phone to your other hand. Haerin shifts too, her breath warm against your neck. You don’t dare move, the same way you’d stay still if a cat had settled in your lap.

That’s when Hanni’s gaze sharpens. Her eyes narrow as she squints at the screen.

“Wait… why are you whispering?”

“I—”

Her gaze drops. Her eyes widen.

“Wait.” Hanni leans closer to the camera, her brows furrowing. “Are those—”

You frown. “What?”

“Y/N.”

“What??” you panic.

“Are those lipstick marks?”

Hanni’s eyes nearly pop out of her head. “IS THAT HAE—”

You hang up.

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hey guys...i may have a dani version of this if anyone’s interested😈😈

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[jiryelle]

EVERY SUMMERTIME

in which, a small bonding underneath a tree leads to a confession. vampire!caitlyn x reader. Inspired by Carmilla

tw: loser lesbians, fluff, reader being indenial, caitlyn being a nonchalant dreadhead. very, very short. NOT PROOFREAD..

It had been a month or two when a woman, A Kiramman, nonetheless came to you and your father, seeking refuge for her daughter. Only older than you for a few years, she had claimed that she would go to an event and needed a trustworthy household to keep her safe. It had been strange, a mother asking refuge for her beloved daughter had she thrust her in the hands of strangers.

Oddly, the daughter looked very familiar. Like the woman you saw in your dreams years ago. She had matched the vague description of the woman in your memories, the unrealistic pale skin, the red eyes, and the sharp, pointy teeth or fangs as to be specific. She introduced herself, her name, Caitlyn.

The days that turned into weeks had gone by with a charming blur. Each time with Caitlyn filled you with unrecognizable ecstasy, times with her are often you (or your mind, perhaps) gazing at her beautiful face. Occasionally, your eyes would wander to her when she was eating supper, how her dark blue hair cascaded down her shoulders, how her eyes shone even in the darkest or dimmest of lights.

You two were seated beneath a tree, the summer breeze hot and humid. You were laid in her lap as she read you a book, Romeo and Juliet. She had stated previously in some of your escapades that she is not quite fond of this type of book, yet with your fondness for them, she had tried to endure reading it for you. Your focus on the story had long been gone, led astray, your only focus is on her beauty. She had never looked more beautiful in the summer air, truly. Suddenly, a thought occurred to your mind.

“Caitlyn, had you felt love for anyone before? Or any small infatuation?” You half-wittedly blurted out of impulse.

“What an odd question, love.” You blushed at the nickname, as she carried on to read you the book. You should be used to this, to her calling you sweet nicknames, yet it hits differently every time.

“I have never been in love with anyone, nor shall I ever be. Unless it should be with you.” The blue-haired woman muttered, only enough for you to hear. You rose immediately, hitting her playfully with your bonnet. “Caitlyn! That’s preposterous!” You giggled.

"Do not lie to yourself, sweetpea, i know you dream of me.” Caitlyn says nonchalantly, as if it’s just a casual conversation.

“Hey! Just because you are my friend, of course.” In embarrassment, you hid your face to your hands, turning away from her.

“Keep telling yourself that, love.”

an: my first ever fanfic 😭 tell me what's ur thoughts i love reading them 💟

[woniefication]

Boyfriend Sunghoon headcanons﹔ -> 박성훈

𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒̀𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑖//P.Sunghoonxfem!reader// 𝐆﹔Fluff,crack// 𝙒𝒂𝙧𝒏~Slight skinship//Happy Valentines day!//Enjoy♡//Masterlist.

Perm taglist: @orimuraa @douqhnxtss @hoonsita @liwinly @leaderwon @sugarikiz

Sunghoon who is a hopeless romantic. Sunghoon isn’t the type to openly gush about romance, but his actions say otherwise. He remembers the smallest details,your favorite snack, the exact way you take your coffee, the way you fidget when you’re nervous. He doesn’t make a big show of it, but suddenly, your favorite chocolate bar is in your bag, and he just shrugs when you ask where it came from. And if you ever jokingly call him a romantic, he’ll roll his eyes and say something like, “That’s not being romantic. That’s just having a good memory.” But the way he ties your scarf a little tighter on a cold day or lets you steal his hoodie (without even pretending to care) says otherwise.

Sunghoon who is subtly overprotective. Sunghoon isn’t the jealous or over-the-top protective type but he has his ways of looking out for you. If youre walking on the sidewalk together, he’ll always make sure he’s the one closest to the road. If someone’s making you uncomfortable, he doesn’t cause a scene,he just steps a little closer, casually resting a hand on your lower back or throwing an arm around your shoulder like it’s the most natural thing in the world. He won’t say much about it but if you bring it up, he will just shrug andd go “What? I always do that.” But he doesn’t. It’s just for you.

Sunghoon who loves skinship. He acts like a nonchalant dreadhead but he finds the tiniest excuses to be close to you. He’ll ‘casually’ hook his pinky with yours when you’re walking, or he’ll lean just a little closer when you’re looking at something on his phone.And if you ever call him out on it? Oh, he will deny it to the grave.

“You’re literally holding my hand.” “No I’m not.” “Sunghoon. Our fingers are literally interlocked.” “Hmm. Weird.”

But if you pull away just to tease him? Expect a subtle pout and some extra effort to get close to you again.

Sunghoon who protects you from the cold. Because he spent so many years on the ice, Sunghoon hates seeing people suffer in the cold. Especially you. So every winter, without fail, little things start appearing.A warm pack tucked into your bag, a soft beanie that just happens to be in your size,a scarf that looks suspiciously like one he owns, except brand new. You never actually see him give you these things. They just show up. And when you try to ask? He just shrugs, pretending not to know anything. But the way he smiles when he sees you wearing them? That gives him away.

Sunghoon who knows how your feeling by your texts .You swear Sunghoon has some kind of superpower because no matter how normal your texts seem, he always knows when something’s up. If you type shorter messages than usual: “What’s wrong?”.If you don’t use emojis when you normally do: “Are you upset?”.If you answer too quickly: “Are you stressed?”.Even if you try to lie, he won’t buy it. And before you know it, he’s either calling you or showing up at your place with your favorite snack, acting like it’s no big deal. (It is,though)

Sunghoon who would subconsciously fix your posture. Years of figure skating drilled perfect posture into Sunghoon’s brain, so when he notices you slouching, he physically cannot stop himself from correcting you. At first, it’s subtle he’ll press a hand lightly against your lower back or tilt your chin up with his fingers. But if you keep doing it he’ll resort to teasing.

“Are you trying to become a question mark?”“Do I need to tape a ruler to your spine?”

He swears he’s not doing it on purpose, but one day you catch him straightening his own back just because you fixed yours, and you realize it’s totally subconscious.

Sunghoon who creates secret games between you two, things only he knows about just to amuse himself. Like counting how many times you say his name in a day. Or secretly trying to match his steps with yours when you’re walking. Or seeing how long he can hold your hand before you notice he’s the one who reached out first. And if you ever figure it out? Expect him to immediately act like he’s never done anything weird in his life. “Games? What games? You’re imagining things.”

@woniefication 2025.

[flwoie]

[ 10:41PM ] — JEON WONWOO

STARRING bf! wonwoo x gn! reader GENRE pure fluff, comedy, established relationship, college au CONTAINS kissing UGHHH, studying UGGHHH, wonu did not help you WORD COUNT 312 (lowercase intended ; semi proofread)

🗯 i wanna work with the nonchalant dreadhead no i wanna work with the nonchalant dreadhead (translation: hi guys im back from the dead. trust me i was trying to make a comeback but writers block hit me so hard that i couldnt work on any of my drafts so heres a timestamp i wrote last night)

wonwoo enters the apartment, and it's empty. you're not in the living room or the kitchen like usual, and he doesn't hear the shower running, so you're not there either. he calls out your name, yet there's no response from you. seconds later, he hears your voice coming from the bedroom.

he makes his way to the room, and as he opens and peeks in through the door, he sees you sitting in front of your desk, with piles of papers laying on it. your head is resting on the table, attempting to not fall asleep and review for your exam.

"you should sleep," wonwoo suggests, coming closer to you and patting the crown of your head. you sit up properly and shake your head.

"i'm studying; i'll sleep at eleven." you grab your pencil, and the tip stays on a piece of paper as you're trying to think of how to answer the question.

"do you need help? if not, i'm going to go play some games."

"actually i do," you say, passing the paper to him. "my friend has my books, and i forgot everything." he analyzes the questions and places the paper on the table.

"it's easy; you got this," he assures, kissing your cheek as he watches you doodle on the paper instead.

"i can't do this; i don't have my books!"

"then use your pretty brain."

"my brain is not meant for science."

wonwoo cups your face into his hands and places a small kiss on your forehead. "now it is." he glances at the time on his watch and lets go of your face. "okay, go back to your studies; i don't want to disturb you. you have ten minutes left—use it wisely."

you nod and press a kiss to his lips, telling him good night after you pull away.

"good night, my love," he whispers.

seventeen masterlist

[cindol]

 ૮ ོ ོ𑁬 🍎 forbbiden fruit . ( blurb . )

shidou ryusei x fem reader

cw + — pro player!shidou au, fluff, crack, hard to get trope, reader is nonchalant dreadhead/J.

shidou has always wanted what he can’t have, it’s in his dna really all the way back from infancy and now into his young adult years. Out of all the women now thirsting after him since he’s joined an official playing team there’s only one girl he’s after and that’s you, the pretty prissy manager that he couldn’t have.

he liked how unbothered you were about his actions and how he spoke. When he was whistled at you entering the private team gym you only just said, “good morning to you also, shidou.” with a monotone voice while staring at the clipboard in your hand.

when he’s be late on the phone with sae, chatting and catching up on life sae just didn’t get it himself.

“i don’t see the appeal of a woman who has zero interest, seems desperate.”

shidou only snorted. “nah, she’s into it. Just gotta be a bit of a gentleman with her, to drag her to me.”

sae sighed, “you’re the least romantic person i know, demon.”

shidou couldn’t care how he had you or won you, all he knew was he wanted a chance with you. You knew he’d never not shoot his shot in the most weirdest way his devilish mind could conjure so finally you gave him a chance.

“i’ll give you one chance shidou. If you win this match i’ll actually go out on a date with you.”

shidou for sure thought his ears were deceiving him for a moment. His brows were raised with a devilish grin on his lips. “really now? Finally gave in huh?”

you scoffed, shaking your head. “i’m not giving in, you freak. i’m simply giving you a challenge and if you win you’ll earn a date with me.”

shidou only chuckled under his breath, all excited how he usually got before a match. “hope you know there’s no takesy backies then, these guys out there are gonna be fucking small fried for a shark like me.”

“just do what you do best, shidou.” you deadpanned.

when you were in the crowd and your team came out to be the winners yet again it wasn’t a shock for you. With shidou being one of the strongest players.

when the match was finished shidou didn’t go to celebrate with his teammates, he went to talk to you about that date he earned in one of the inclusive gender neutral bathrooms since he knew you’d probably be there away from the noise to fix up some aspect of your makeup.

he slyly walked next to you as you were looking into the bathroom mirror fixing your lip liner. You were looking straight at the mirror the entire time till shidou started obnoxiously tapping his fingers on the bathroom counter making you let out a breath of air, put your lip pencil down and turn your head at him.

“i think i earned something after this match, a certainnn…. romantic candle lit dinner perhaps?” he teased looking at you with that sharp toothy grin showing his shark teeth.

you raised your brows with a nod, since you promise, he at least earned what he was promised. “well im not a promise breaker, i’ll give you a date. Next week, saturday. Have your phone on, and some restaurant on stand by.”

shidou whined, “monday? That’s like, so far away!” shidou was thirsty for this date, even waiting three days was a drag to him.

“well unlike you shidou, i have chores i get done on weekends. I checked schedules and you’ll be free from practice on monday.”

shidou made a tsking noise with his mouth, “well shit.. can i at least get some reward?”

you blinked, glaring at him for a moment and taking a step forward closer to him. “fine, here’s a treat for you.”

shidou had a grin still on his face till he saw you get on your tippy toes to peck him on the lips. a simple kiss, but it made his smile wider and a blush on his tan cheeks.

“that should sedate you till next week.”

[mujeans]

RUNNERS UP ✦  HTS

SYNOPSIS ✦ back in high school, you were consistently the top student in all your classes, even winning an award for being one of the top students in the whole country. you were riding the high of the “best student” title -  up until you started college, when someone managed to steal your first place spot. 

TAGS ✦ taesan x f!reader, smau, academic rivals to lovers, college au, humour, fluff, the burnout of a gifted kid, slice of life, just kids trying to balance love and life

WARNINGS ✦ swearing, dirty jokes, probably some slight idol x idol (for subplot purposes but it’s not serious), others will be included in the chapters

STATUS ✦ on going!

AUTHOR'S CORNER ✦ hii first bnd fic! and first fic on this acc lolz why is the bnd fandom so small we cld all fit in a bus… probably inconsistent uploads bc college has gmfu 😭😭

— THE CAST

I — beaded sweat, cheeks clenched, toes curled

II — he wrote the other 51

III — wanna be a nonchalant dreadhead so badd

IV — girl math! 😋

V — no. yuck fou

— MORE TO BE ADDED…

TAGLIST ✦ @onlyjjong @nujeskz @molensworld @enhastolemyheart @woorcve @miyawwn @en-dream @gweoriz @squiishymeow @fae-renjun @jvngw0nlvr @renjuneoo @amarecerasus (comment, send an ask, or dm to be added!)

[jks1uv]

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑀𝑒 ; marc spector / steven grant | one-shot |

summary: in which you believe your boyfriend is perfect (and the one for you).

pairing: gf!fem!reader x bf!marc spector + gf!fem!reader x bf!steven grant.

trope: established relationship.

genre: fluff + romance.

warnings‼️: crude language + an implication of sex.

word count: 1,858.

random disclaimerrr: my oscar isaac phase started 3 years ago & moon knight literally changed my life. happy reading! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ♡ © 2025 @jks1uv

He’s reading on the sofa with a velvet blanket draped across his legs.

A classic literature book in his hands, reading glasses sitting on the edge his nose; his face is relaxed.

No unnecessary creases in his forehead, no frown stitched onto this lips. Just cool, calm and collected.

The sun peeks out from the blinds and shines its rays on his side profile, adding a soft glow to his already gentle face.

His cocoa eyes look like pools of honey now, you can almost taste the sweetness swirling around in them.

His skin looks cleared from any blemishes, only the creases along his eyes and smile lines remain.

It adds to his personality, you think.

His face is shaped by the turmoils of life and are visible by those whose trials and tribulations leave a similar mark.

His nose is Greek-like and you understand the appeal of bigger than average noses.

He’s just reading but the atmosphere he’s created adds to his essence. He’s just reading and yet, he’s so handsome.

How did you get here? So down bad, I mean.

Maybe it’s his intelligence that does it for you.

You love a guy who knows his stuff and nobody reads classic literature anymore, let alone read.

Steven has always been a curious mind. His thirst for knowledge could only be quenched by more.

He loves learning and sharing what he’s acquired with you, no matter you know the concepts of the topic or not.

He’s passionate, eloquent, and just so fucking brilliant. He just happens to know… everything.

You think he’s the modern day Library of Alexandria.

“Did you need somethin’, love?”

Steven blinks up at you, his last page bookmarked.

He uses the bookmark you made him with the perfume you wore to your first date spritzed on top before laminating it.

You’re a deer in headlights, nervous you’d been caught drooling over how good he looked just sitting there all comfortable and indulging in what he loves.

“Hm? Oh- uhh, nope. Nothing! I’m good, everything’s good.”

You smile brightly and hope he believes it.

He nods once, a bit skeptical but drops it.

“Alright.”

You and Marc are grocery shopping.

He decided to drive so you let him, but then as you went to grab the cart; he beat you to that as well.

You don’t question it because you secretly admire how he wants to do everything for you. You want to see how far he’s willing to go.

Is that toxic?

You’re in the spices aisle, trying to remember if you need to stock up or just replace some items altogether.

“We need paprika and cinnamon, and we should also buy another can of salt since we’re about three quarters down.”

Your lips are parted in awe and your eyebrows are drawn together at his admirable eye for detail.

“How did you..?”

He pulls out a crumpled up little piece of paper, visibly torn out of a small journal or something.

He gives it you and you skim through. Sure enough, you find the 3 items he stated with little anecdotes among other items.

“Did you memorize this?” You ask with your mouth forming a slight smile.

He’s checking out the prices on paprika.

“Yeah.”

He’s so nonchalant dreadhead with his response but it means everything to you.

He finds a couple of small containers at a reasonable price and drops them into the cart.

You see 15 different things on there and he has them all memorized. For you.

“Take my breath away~”

That he has.

You’re having a movie-moment right now. Granted, at a Walmart, but their speakers are doing you so much justice.

It’s the perfect song to play in the background during the perfect moment.

It’s like he’s in slow-motion with his hand sweeping back some of his inky, shiny curls.

His eyes blink towards you and you see his lips moving but you can’t hear anything. It’s muffled, like you’re underwater.

But like all great things, it comes to an end quite abruptly.

He calls your name with a wave of his hand in front of your face to catch your attention.

*record scratch*

“Y/n? Did you hear me?”

“Uh- what, huh?” You blink profusely as you blabber.

Marc takes in your stunned expression but continues.

“I was asking if we should get that juice you really like. It’s not on the list, but you ran out of it a while ago.”

Your dry mouth and shameless staring becomes apparent to you. You clear your throat in an to speak.

“Uhh, yeah. Sure.” You mumble before coughing lightly.

You turn away and fly speed-walk to the juice, not daring to turn around and see your man glancing at your peculiarity.

"Hey, Y/n?"

"Hmm?"

You're currently painting your nails after not indulging in the art for a while. You’re cure them under the UV light while your lover asks for your opinion.

“Which one looks better.”

You look up at Steven’s ask and almost drop your jaw.

He’s wearing a black button up with the first few buttons open, revealing the smooth, tan skin on his built body.

He wears a lot of loose clothing but this button up was more fitted. The material stretched slightly around his biceps when he went close the two buttons at the cuff of the sleeves.

“Mhm.” You don’t trust your voice right now.

“Just ‘mhm’?”

You nod your head and gulp harshly when you see him turn to examine himself in the mirror.

The back.

His broad, firm, muscly back is hidden under the taut, cotton material and you can’t look away when he fixes a tie to compliment the shirt.

He’s muttering something you can’t bring yourself to focus on and don’t realize it was a question.

“Love? Hello?”

“Huh-? What happened?”

His brows are furrowed in a quizzical manner.

“Oh! Uhh, yeah. This is good, looks uh… nice. Great! Wear that one.” You smile hoping you haven’t given yourself away.

Steven frowns and comes towards you. He caps the nail polish and sets it aside along with the UV light.

“Are you alright?” He asks gently.

“Yeah! I’m alright, why wouldn’t I be?”

He tilts his head slightly and maintains eye contact with you.

You’re still aware of him wearing the shirt and the revealing skin atop his torso, creating space for something better beyond imagination.

The sight is too much, it makes you want to kiss him till you can’t, and then some.

His hands engulf yours and you have no choice but to look at him, nervous yet giddy inside.

“You can tell me, Y/n. Have I done something-?”

You go against your mind and kiss him.

It’s a clash of tongue and teeth, a messy fight for lips and the desperate result of fighting temptation.

Steven is surprised and while he does love kissing you, he’s completely befuddled.

“Love, wait-”

“No.”

You go back to indulging yourself and almost squeal in excitement when he grabs your waist to pull you closer when you feel him change.

The nervous yet giddy feeling comes back tenfold when the man you see is the constant object of your desires.

His eyes are so expressive, they have a language of their own.

You’re a bit breathless from a few moments ago.

“What’s gotten into you?” He’s amused but intrigued.

You shrug, a bit annoyed with the interruptions.

“I can’t just kiss my man whenever I want to?”

Marc’s eyebrows jump a bit at this and he feels a sense of pride in his heart when you remind him of being your man.

“You can.” He says simply.

You don’t know what he’s playing at when he’s the best at having a poker face.

“But..?”

He stares at you for a moment and sighs.

“You’re acting… different.”

Busted.

“Ever since that time Steven caught you staring at him-”

Fuck.

You really thought you nailed that, huh.

“-you’ve been off. I clocked it at Walmart when you were staring at me all Disney princess-like.”

That makes you feel threatened and touched.

“Aww wait that’s so cute- wait. Did you just use ‘clocked’ in a sentence unironically?”

He gets whiplash from your undivided attention switching sides due to his discovery.

“That’s what you’re choosing to focus on? Seriously?”

To be fair, you do have a bit (a lot) of brain rot.

“We need to ban you from TikTok.” He’s decides.

“They already tried that, silly.”

It’s fun sidetracking but anything to distract him for as long as possible before he forgets the true purpose of the conversation.

Unfortunately, he’s a smart cookie.

Marc narrows his eyes at you suspiciously. “I know what you’re doing.”

Okay, just stay calm.

“What, talking?”

A lazy smirk drapes over his features and he’s confident in himself.

“You know what.”

His deep, baritone voice makes an appearance in the form of a murmur and you’re weak.

He tilts his head in that way which makes you wonder what’s really going on in his head and it’s all mind games!

You’re stuck between the cycle of admitting what’s up or lying and waiting to be caught again.

The suspense is killing you and you can’t take the embarrassment anymore.

Shamefully, you come clean.

You sigh with your head down, your eyes land on your painted and now dry nails.

“It’s you.”

“What’s me?”

You look at him and explain.

“It’s just, you’re too…”

You try to find the right word to best describe your explanation but fall short when you realize there’s really no other way around it.

“Perfect.”

Marc is yet again amused, but confused.

“I’m... too perfect?”

You groan in frustration.

“Yes! You and Steven are too perfect. Like, the other day, he was literally just reading and I thought he was the most smart, and sexy, beautiful person ever.”

Steven makes a short-lived appearance to show his thanks.

“You really think that?” He shyly asks.

You smile. “Of course I do.”

“And what about me?” Marc chimes.

“I think you’re cocky. I give you full marks for that.” You muse.

He rolls his eyes and you hold the urge to say ‘sassy’.

“I thought you were the man for me when you made a list and memorized it just for me.”

Your confession is heartfelt and doesn’t fall upon deaf ears.

Marc’s lip part in awe and his eyes shine with appreciation.

“I also thought it was hot when you grabbed the keys and cart before I could even think about it.”

He raises an eyebrow at that.

“It was hot?”

You shrug, not knowing he’s just trying to boost his own ego.

“Yeah. I like it when you take initiative.”

He nods to himself, pondering about what else he takes charge in that attracts you.

“So, what about in the bedroom?”

You look up at the ceiling and can’t believe you walked into that.

“You really know how to suck the fun out of everything, don’t you.”

He wiggles his eyebrows at you suggestively and you laugh at the stupid notion.

Yeah, you deem he’s the one for you.

[sanaexus]

"don't bring me to tears when i just did my make up so nice" -isagi yoichi

synopsis- you're too nonchalant and he's a little too chalant no warnings really just calling the reader his girlfriend once but please feel free to read as gn

based on this req

currently thinking about the "opposites attract" theory because it was eerily fitting for yours and yoichi’s relationship. he was stiff, awkward, struggled with social cues, and yapped a little too much to people who couldn’t care less. you, however, exuded an "i don’t give a fuck" vibe. out of the two of you, you were definitely the more "rude" and "unapproachable." if confrontation was needed, you handled it. and isagi could not be more grateful because, honestly speaking, he was only really capable of solving puzzles on the field and shit-talking every man who couldn't shoot a ball into the goal.

nothing really phased you. loud noises, annoying kids, sad movies—it all bounced right off you. (except for a dog dying, because you weren’t that heartless.) but every superman has his kryptonite, and yours was your boyfriend. the striker just had a way of getting to you.

according to you, it was superrrr weird, honestly. because what do you mean a man was willing to wake up way before you did on a sunday morning just to make you your favorite breakfast—when it was literally his only day off? and what the hell do you mean by he was willing to stand there for over 45 minutes, patiently waiting for you to finish your makeup and hair?

everything isagi did for you was genuine. no matter how big or small the action was, it was second nature to him.

picking out the olives from your food? he didn’t know why he did it—his hand just moved on autopilot, reaching for your plate like a reflex. following the sidewalk rule? he never even realized it was a thing; it just made sense to him to walk on the outer side. passing by a store and seeing something you might like? before he even thought about it, he was already inside, buying it—and more.

and this made you want to perish because holy shit—why was he so fucking nice? why did he treat your emotions with such careful gentleness, as if they were fragile glass that would shatter if handled too roughly? how was he always dealing with your bullshit with utmost patience? how did he treat you with so much love?

but the things that really made you want to ugly sob weren’t even the things mentioned above. no, it was the smaller acts of love. the way he refused to let you sleep if you were angry or sad because, no, you deserved better than that, and he would make sure of it. the way he never raised his voice—no matter how wrong you were or how big of a mistake you made. the way he somehow understood you without you even needing to use words.

yeah, defo thinking about isagi, who turns his tuff, nonchalant dreadhead girlfriend into a high school teenage girl with her first crush—just with a single small praise.

HAIII GNG I HOPE YALL ENJOYED READING THIS BECAUSE I GIGGLED AND TWIRLED MY HAIR WHILE WRITING IT

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