#flannel momo

[dovveri]

Wait I don't think I've seen Momo's fit from her return from Japan 😭 but otherwise we've been well fed 🤭🤭🤭

this is she 😋

[chiptrillino]

shout out to @transuncletaylor and @sulkybender for to pun idea!

[ID: three digital drawings in cute simple chibi style of aang, appa, momo, mai, ty lee, sokka and zuko from avatar the last Airbender. 1st drawing shows aang sitting on the ground legs spread out, a pumpkin-shaped bin filled with candy in front of him. he is leaning forward and resting his hand on his bin. He is wearing an orange beany with a blue arrow on his head. his body is covered in a white blanket sheet. he is dressed as a ghost. on his face is painted a smiling face that sticks the tongue out his eyes closed. behind aang on the left is appa a big fluffy dog wearing batwings and a pumpkin charm on his collar and small black devil horns. on the right is momo, as a cat walking out from behind aang looking up at him. also wearing, like appa, black bat wings. they are placed on a pale orange background with moon and stars.

2nd drawing pictures mai and ty lee. they are holding hands and jumping off the ground looking as if they are hovering above the ground. Mai is on the left covered in a black veil with black spikes and red roses crown. she has funky red glasses which are red bat-wing-shaped. the face she painted on her white ghost cloth is serious. underneath she seems to wear a black sweater and red shorts and fishnet tights and black healed half-boots. ty lee is wearing a crown made out of gold spikes and pink gems on their end radiating out, pale rosa roses and white butterflies. she is wearing pink flower glasses. her expression is smiling and she is winking. her ghost cloth is pale rosa and frills at the edge. her top is not recognizable underneath the cloth but she wears pink plated shorts and withe plateau sandals. the background is rosa. surrounding the girl are small black bats and yellow stars.

3rd drawing shows sokka and zuko going out for trick or treating. sokka on the left has his right arm raised a still empty carved pumpkin caved bin in his hand. he is wearing a withe cloth as a ghost costume. the face he painted on is open-eyed with a toothy smile. he is wearing blue glasses in the form of waves. his small wolf tail is peeking out. on his chest is written "HeBoo" he is wearing blue jeans and pale blue crocks. with his left hand, he is holding Zuko's right hand. Zuko's body language is less excited than Sokka's. he is also wearing a withe cloth as a ghost costume, the face he painted on is frowning and has a stain over his right eye (hint at his scar but on the wrong side). His costume has written on his chest "HimBoo" he appears to wear a red flannel shirt wrapped around his waist. and black ripped jeans paired with red convers. he is also holding an empty pumpkin bin for trick or treating. the background is dark purple, and surrounding the boys are yellow and darker purple stars. a wiggly font says "trick or treat" behind their head. End ID.]

[aaaaafro]

Sweetest Peach - TWICE - Momo x M! Reader (+18)

tw: +18, smut, mommy kink, cake play(?), Anal

Happy Momo Day, wrote this in one sitting so forgive me! I don't proofread anything so any grammatical errors, my bad ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

Driving home, it was awfully quiet. It shouldn't come as a surprise, right after you two partied all night with her friends.

However, in your girlfriend's perspective it was different. It wasn't the exhaustion. It wasn't a lack of energy. It was something else.

You have an idea of what it is. You know what's wrong with her. It wasn't any surprise. You held her hand hoping to get just a hint of her smile.

Momo instead responded with a sigh before leaning to your shoulder. It's dangerous, she's awfully close to you. It's like texting while driving. It was distracting.

Safely arriving at home you decide to take the lead. Opening the door to your place of comfort. Leading her inside. It was dark, indistinguishable even.

With the flick of the light. You can see the change in Momo's aura. It's like those healing potions from video games. Just pure, magical recovery.

You've decorated your dining room with ridiculous amounts of balloons and other party thingies, even a banner greeting her special occasion.

"You-." Momo turns to you on the verge of tears trying her best to not break down.

"Happy birthday my peach." A full on smile knowing full well that you've managed to make your girl's day better.

It was awful to fake not having a gift for her. It was something you shouldn't have done. She was bothered thinking you'd have forgotten your gift but little did she know.

"When-... How-..." Momo questioning everything she's seeing. She's with you all day, so you're not blaming her.

"I had some people sort it out for me." You replied.

She quickly launch herself to you, with a hug as tight as she can. She manage to thank you with even saying a word.

"I love you my peach." With tears now falling from her eyes you couldn't but love her even more.

"I love you more." She said before capturing your lips.

And there you're taken back. To the first encouter, the first date, the first realization that. This woman, as dorky, as cute, and as lovely as she is. No amount of words can describe how sweet this peach is.

You would think it's over as you break away from her to get some air but oh boy are you in for a treat. She takes you by the collar pulling you in for another make out session.

Making her intension known by taking the hem of your shirt, taking it off with one swift motion. Capturing you by the name she once more regained your lips with her.

Taking, tasting, and tonguing you. Momo hopped clinging her legs on your body, you got her idea and held her legs to its place giving yourself a few couple of squeeze on her ass.

You can feel your legs crumbling. It wasn't her weight or the sudden change of mood. It was your fatigue setting in. Not wanting to disappoint her you quickly come up with a plan.

You slowly carried her towards the table, not breaking the kiss as you two continue to taste each other like you haven't had enough already.

You decide you change your game by snaking down her jaw, making your way to her neck and to her sweet and salty collarbones.

Momo appreciates your effort as she unbuttoned her flannel giving you easier access but she knows that it's not just her shirt obstructing your goal.

She skillfully unclips her bra greeting you with a light drop and jiggle along with it. You grab a handful of her boobs before taking the other one to your mouth.

Licking, biting and slobbering your spit all over her. Like this isn't the hundredth time you've done it. Momo is still writhing in pleasure as you took your time switching for both orbs.

Momo couldn't hold it in any longer, she pulled your head up only to meet your eyes. You can see it, feel it and god you're ready for it. Momo opens her mouth to say.

"Devour me!" She then lifted her butt to take her shorts off along with her underwear. Once she's done her ass scrape off a good portion of the cake that's on the table.

"Babe the cake." You whispered knowing full well it was a really delicate cake.

"Which one?" Momo sly reply with a subtle lip bite made you forget what you were going to say and instead opted to...

"This one!" You spank her ass check and grasps a good amount of its portion.

Moans echoed throughout the dining area as you made your way down to her core. Shaved and glistening, you took your time to admire the well taken care off pussy of your girlfriend before diving in.

It's only right to eat on the table as your mouth latches to her pussy like you're never letting you. Parting her lips as you took a taste of her savory wet core, god it was addicting to say the least.

Momo spreads her legs even more as you continued your feast. Her hands travelled messing your hair as she tries her best to bury you deep in her.

"Oh god! S-shit! You're so fucking good baby, do you love eating mommy that much?"

"Y-mfhm... Mo-mffhm-my." It was a valiant effort to try and reply but it was enough for Momo to understand.

Momo was drowning as her upper body collapses on the table she was in ecstasy with your mouth but she can make it better for you.

She noticed the cake right beside her, it was ruined anyway so she took a handful tasting it for a bit. Once satisfied with the delicacy she pulled you by the hair before shoving a good amounts of cake in your mouth.

"Continue." She commanded before pulling you in to her pussy once more.

It's messy, it's sweet and god it was errotic. As you can taste her juice along with the sweet fruity taste of the cake.

"Baby." You hear her call cutting you away from your trance.

"Ass." She said with her head thrown back. You understood it quickly.

Anal... It wasn't foreign to both of you and god knows you two love doing it. So you quickly went to work.

Licking and moistening her puckered hole.

"Your peach taste so sweet." You said earning a smile from your girl.

Your work was cut off by Momo pulling you away by the hair once more to shove more cake to your mouth before aggressively pulling you back in knowing full well her meaty lower half with be enough cushion for you to hit.

Once satisified you pull away gasping for air. Thank god you work out or you would've passed out moments ago.

You quickly removed your lower garments to free your painfully leaking member. Momo takes a good look at it before feeling it with her feet.

"Is this for mommy?" She shouldn't have asked. It was completely unnecessary because who else should it be for.

"Pleasure me! Give me my birthday gift." She grinned before pulling you in with her leg.

Your member perfectly lining up with her asshole. Confident with how wet it is, you slowly made your way in. Tight as ever, she grabbed you on the back marking you with her nails. You can feel it digging in as she tries to hold the pain and pleasure in.

Before you even know it your member is fully gone inside her. Despite the amount of times you've done it. You still give Momo a moment to get use to the sensation.

Signalled with a lick on your earlobe, you start working your hips.

"Fuck~... Oh my~ aaahhhh~!" She was lost in pleasure trying her best to find words.

Your pace picks up as her hands left your back, sprawling to anywhere it reaches and to your surprise she got a handful of cake for the second time. Taking it to her mouth.

Your jealousy that she gets to enjoy all of the treat was turned away as she pulls you in for a sloppy kiss. Deciding that this night has been long enough you quickly got to work with thrusting deeper and deeper to your girl.

"Fucking! Ahh! I'm fucking cumming baby. Yes! Yes! Make mommy cum!" You're not one to let her request run dry as you continued your pace only to feel your self reaching its own climax.

"I'm cumming mommy." You whispered.

"Do it! Fill mommy up." Her agreement encouraged you even more.

A few more thrust in your balls clenches as you shoot your load into her tight hole. Momo on the other hand sprays you with her juice, squirting all over your abs.

"Haaa~!" You exhaled before collapsing on top of her.

Momo snakes her arms around you in an embrace, you two held each other. Cakes everywhere both of you laugh realizing what you have done.

"Happy birthday my peach." You greeted

"Thank you so much my love." She smiled before pulling you in for another kiss, this time emanating a sweet and lovely feel.

"We're gonna have to clean this up." Momo whispered.

"Tomorrow." You replied before carrying her bridal-style to your shower.

[sideofcalimary]

Domino [Romance Arc] Part 2 [Unfinished]

Katsuki doesn't know how to react as he continues to choke his friend who kept making shitty knock knock jokes

honestly he was a second away from helping Denki knock knock on heavens doorstep

But his cries for help were drowned out by the sight before him 

Deku

nerdy little freckled Deku

The dorkiest man he's ever met

actually dressed... nice

Kyoka happily welcomes him into the garage, letting Deku pick whichever seat he wanted

Deku bows at the band, introducing himself formally to everyone and rambling about something 

Katsuki was too distracted to even pay attention to

It seemed to make the band laugh and Deku embarrassed

he wished he was paying attention but whoever was writing this was probably running low on braincells for good dialog

Denki wheezes: Dude-kah! seriously I'm gonna pass out 

Katsuki snaps out of his zoned out state and lets go of Denki, watching the electric blond flop onto the floor and gasp for air

Denki: Dick!

Katsuki: Vagina

Izuku: Kacchan!

Katsuki: Deku

Momo: Waffles!

Kyoka: Pancakes

Denki: Help?

Fumikage: I don't have an antonym for that 

Katsuki chooses to ignore the idiots and stares down at Deku, eyeing out his outfit, unaware of how his staring made Deku more nervous

Izuku: T-Thanks for inviting me-

Katsuki: Is that my shirt

Kyoka: Okay, I wasn't gonna bring it up but I was wondering that too 

Izuku quickly fumbles and looks down at his shirt, laughing nervously as he pulls on it: yeah well, Uraraka-San thought it would look nice with my flannel

Momo: It looks lovely! Though I never expected this style from you Midoriya-kun

Fumikage: mhm I usually see you wondering school as sheep bathed in sunshine

Denki gets up from the floor and wraps his arm around Deku: Yeah, KittyKats told me you dressed like an elementary school teacher

Katsuki: Your days are numbers

Denki brushes it off and turns to Deku: then I better introduce myself! 

Denki pulls away and starts shaking izuku's hand with excited vigor: Kaminary Denki! Lead electric G. At your service!

Izuku gives Katuski a pout for the comment before shaking Denki's hand: Midoriya Izuku! Apparently lead to a bunch of elementary kids 

Denki brightens and looks at Katsuki: He's funny. Can we keep him?

Katsuki: You wanna keep all your teeth?

Kyoko: Oookay! Now that our audience is here, let's all get into positions before Kats commits homocide

Fumikage: I get dibs on Kami's body for sacrifice 

Momo shakes her head at the group and leads Deku to sit by their table of snacks

Katuski still had his eyes on him as he goes behind the drums, unable to keep his gaze off Deku as he sits awkwardly and excitedly waits

Has his legs always been so... 

Kyoka: Hey Midoriya! You got any song requests? We can play virtually anything if one of us knows it

Izuku shakes his head: Oh no no it's okay! I just wanna hear you all play what you usually play. It's exciting just to watch a band up close

Momo: You've never watched a band play before?

Izuku shakes his head again: Not live. This is my first!

Denki buzzes with excitement and plays a quick rift on his guitar: Then we better make it the best damn performance! We're taking your BandVirginity after all

Kyoka: KATS PUT THE CHAIR DOWN

Yeah

This was gonna be one hell of a performance

Izuku couldn't wait to watch everyone play!

But his eyes only stuck to one performer

Kacchan is so cool!

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Izuku sits awkwardly on the stool Momo had provided for him, he had no idea where she got it from but given it was a fairly crowded garage, it was just stored behind somewhere he couldn't see

Which was weird since his newly enhanced senses gave him one hell of a visual map of the room

He tried to contain his excitement, being hyperaware of everything in the room, especially of Kacchan

He could feel the electricity buzzing through every instrument and mic, the vibration of strings, and especially the light taps of the drums.

He couldn't help but grip at his jeans, practically vibrating with excitement, something everyone in the room noticed immediately.

Izuku was like a lighthouse shining in the dark of Kyoko's punk rock garage. Not even the skull shirt dimmed his ever glowing presence.

Momo hums delightedly as she tests her keyboard: Has he always been this bright?

Fumikage moves the amps in a better possition: Not that I ever noticed. But his sunny decomposition is oddly infectious... It's concerning 

Denki arranges some wires that got tangled around him: I think it's great! Getting tired of being the only sunshine around here

Kyoka giggles and glances towards Izuku who seemed very occupied with taking every detail of the room

Despite he's incredible hearing, Izuku was completely lost in thought to even acknowledge he was being talked about

He was in his own little daydream, imagining a variety of songs the band could play. His mind conjured up a music video in his own head 

He could see it so clearly in his mind's eye. Sparks flying with every rift of their strings, keys flying notes across the sky, Kyoka's voice bringing the melody together, all the while Kacchan carried the rhythm with perfect precision 

He was so caught up in his day dream that the sound of heavy drums had him jolt from his seat into attention

His eyes focused and locked on piercing red ones from across the room

The owner of those eyes smirked 

Izuku was glad his shoes stuck to the floor because he was sure he would've fallen off his chair

//How long was Kacchan looking at me? Oh crap I was spacing out!//

Katsuki: Oi! Deku! Back to reality nerd! You came here to listen so fucking LISTEN!

Izuku: YES KACCHAN!!! 

Izuku straightened up, full attention on the band who had finished their set up

Denki chuckles: You gonna call him a good boy too, Kacch-

Katsuki: I will throw you in a bath of acid

It was promise. Not a threat

Kyoka: Whatever Rick Sanchez. Start us up, will ya? 

Katsuki tsked, but with a final glance toward Izuku, he raises up his drum sticks and taps them in a beat

The second they hit the drums, it was like an explosion

Izuku had never been happier to be caught in one

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With a final riff from Denki, the song ends and the musicians let out a breath

They didn't expect an applause, giving they only had an audience of one, but they were focused on the silence that followed

Katsuki didn't have a view of their audience but he waited with baited breath

If he had dog ears, they would've perked up at the sound of a tiny gasp

Izuku: THAT WAS INCREDIBLY!!!

Katsuki couldn't see his reaction behind Denki's stupid ass blocking Deku from his field of vision

Well, that was until Deku himself was zipping around the room in frantic joy

It was like white noise watching the nerd suddenly get a burst of energy, rattling off about their performance. Funny, he doesn't recall liking white noise

Doesn't recall Izuku being so energetic either. Glowing. Bright

Vibrant

Katsuki: annoying 

Denki, with his death wish, smacks him on the back and leans on him: Oh don't be such an ass! We've never had a fan before and we already got our number one!

Katsuki promptly shoves him off but doesn't stop him from being close: He's going in analysis mode. Watch yourself 

Denki: oohh what? Is he gonna psycho analyze our performance or something like my therapist?

Katsuki: No. Cause you don't have one. But he's got a motor mouth and no breaks

Denki pats his shoulder and joins the group: Then better catch the speed limit

Katsuki sits there processing his words:... The fuck does that even mean?!

But he doesn't get his answer and instead gets up and goes to grab water. His attention was away but his ears were sharp and listened to Izuku ramble on and on, asking questions and making observations.

His observations were treated as complements. Why wouldn't they? How often does someone notice the little quirks you have when you do something you're passionate about? Deku was always good at that

Pin pointing the little details and pulling them to the surface

Annoying

Smart 

Izuku: KACCHAN!

Katsuki: EAT SHIT AND DIE!

Momo: Bakugou!

Katsuki rubs his hand down his face while Izuku laughs it off like a joke: Reflex. The fuck do you want?

Izuku beams: I just wanted to say how amazing you were! Your beat-

Katsuki: do NOT start cause it will never end 

Izuku pouts but looked determined: Come on Kacchan! I know you don't need your ego stroked with how big it is already, but let me show my admiration the Deku way

Katsuki could faintly hear Kyoka choke and Denki wheeze.

Denki: MIDORIYA YOU MADLAD!  

Katsuki wasn't sure if that wording was intentional or not and chose to ignore it, throwing his drum stick at Denki, hitting him smack in the face: CAN IT, YOU WALKING BATH TOASTER! And you!

He points an accusatory finger at Izuku who seemed... Oddly amused

Why was it so warm 

Deku only ever looked like that around him when he was Deadpool. Confident, sure of himself, ready to snap back and level Deadpool eye to eye

Katsuki didn't have his mask. He couldn't hide how oddly comforting that was

But also how it made him feel weird inside 

Katsuki resorts to flicking Izuku's forehead: Save your creepily specific compliments later. This is just a warm-up. We'll blow you out of this goddamn garage

Izuku had this sparkle in his eye that was only magnified by his glasses: I don't doubt it, Kacchan. Blow away 

Katsuki swore he heard Fumikage start coughing and giggling. Could also hear Kyoka going 'Jose Fernando Christ!' in a wheeze

It all kinda turned into a blur after Denki said 'Blow hard, Blasty!' and was now being chased around the yard by Katsuki, with his own guitar 

Izuku's heart was hammering in his chest

He took the bright red color of Katsuki face as an indication his attempt at flirting was working

He was gonna thank Shoto for the pickup line book he lent him ------------------------ Izuku couldn’t have been more happy drinking cool soda and talking with the band he learned a whole lot about the small group just listening to them play, talk, and jam together He learned that it was actually Denki who came up with the idea of forming the band a couple months back, having met Kyoka through Katsuki in, what the hotheaded blond described as, an “Unfortunate pokemon encounter” Kyoka shared classes with Momo and Katsuki and managed to convince (”I was blackmailed!” Kacchan had snapped) them to join Fumigake knew Denki from back in high school. Funny enough, neither of them knew how to play an instrument but Denki was determined to make it work reguardless Then there was Kacchan Momo: He was a real show off if I’m being honest Fumigake: His blades were drum sticks and he wields them with an odd air of mastery Kyoka: Mastery and assery. Bosses us around for someone who sits back Denki: I didn’t even know he could play! Reversed Sociologied him into proving me wrong Katsuki: It’s reverse psychology you elementary school drop out! And you didn’t do shit! I just got tired of you assholes thinking I couldn’t do it! Izuku laughs at all this, having founds their dynamics all so fun. It was nice. He knew how people back home would always take Katsuki’s way of speaking as disrespectful and rude. Izuku himself used to fear him for it but understood him to a certain level He was glad to know Kacchan had found himself friends who understood how to speak his Hulk too Katsuki: The fuck does that mean, pip squeak?! Izuku covers his mouth and tries not to laugh along with everyone, surprised to see Kacchan’s ears burning pink That was good! Right? Izuku held so much hope in his little heart He couldn’t wait to show Kacchan ----------

[sparkles-and-trash]

hii! may i request some cute mmjr halloween hcs? :D ~ vya

ahhh yes I was hoping someone would ask for them ehehe >:3

so just to set the stage here, I fully think both of these gals are crazy about the other, in the way of like, not fully believing that the other can like them back as much as they like them

and I think that would kind of shine trough a little extra on halloween

both of them generally enjoy this holiday, but they had very different ways of celebrating it growing up

In the Yaoyorozu household it was very glammed up, they either went to or hosted these big, fancy costume parties, always with themes, and everything was very polite and almost regal lol

while in the Kyouka house, there were more traditional celebrations, like fun, over the top costumes, giving out candy to the neighborhood kids, and her parents would often let Jirou have halloween parties with her friends when she was still in elementary and middle school

and so when they start dating, they both really want to try to do what they think the other wants

but since neither have much experience with the others ways of celebrating, they seek help elsewhere to surprise the other

Momo goes to Denki, who knows Jirou very well being her bestie, and with Denki comes Kirishima, so now she has a little team on her side

while Jirou seeks out Shouto, who not only knows Momo fairly well, but had a similar upbringing in the sense of the people surrounding their families

and with Shouto comes Izuku, who may not have much experience with fancy halloweens, but he loves love, and since his boyfriend, Kirishima, is suddenly busy helping Momo and Denki with some kind of secret project, he has a lot of extra time

Denki and Kirishima are going all out with Momo's plan, they're planning on decorating Momo's room in a typical halloween way that they hope remind Jioru of her childhood

Kirishima keeps being brought to tears by the whole thing

Shinsou tried to carefully tell his boyfriend that they might be going a little overboard, but it's far too late for that now that Denki is fully invested and hyped

while Jirou managed to get Shouto to help her learn some basic ballroom dances, which makes izuku super emotional, while Bakugo is sitting in a corner huffing and pouting at how Jirou is stealing his boyfriend's precious time that could be spent on him

but he would never admit that out loud

and he would definitely never admit that he kinda thinks the whole thing just a little sweet

so, when halloween finally comes around, they both have plans they're desperately trying to get to work

Jirou is planning on taking Momo out to their special spot in the park by the dorms to look at the stars and then ask her to dance with her and surprise her with knowing how to

and Momo is planning on decorating all of her room in the typical halloween decorations and watch Jirou's favorite scary movies in the new matching PJ's she's gotten for them

luckily, the scheming boyfriends ends up figuring each other out, and therefore manage to avert the crisis somehow

without the girls knowledge, they all band together to sort of morph the two ideas together in Momo's room

they manage to borrow Aoyama's telescope, so they can still stargaze from the room, and the make space so they get to do the dancing, and get all the movies queued up and ready

so naturally, matching PJ's, the Scream movies, stargazing, and slow dancing in their flannel PJ's after the movie marathon becomes their little halloween tradition

the boys are all so fucking proud of themselves lmao, as they should be honestly <3

help I'm so single laihfslkhfskla

[notsuchasecret]

Tricks and Treats - SouMako

Come trick or treating in my inbox! Leave a “Trick or Treat” and a character or ship in an ask, and I’ll treat you to some autumn-themed fluff or trick you with some twisted spooky aus! Treat I swear, the Sousuke and the Makoto are in this, they just. Don't show up for a while lmao. @ezzydean come collect your child, he's running amok in prompts again.

“Rei-chan, it’s time.” Rei didn’t even look up from the magazine he was flipping through, which, rude. Nagisa was pulling out his very best Drama, and the least his best friend could do was at least pay attention. “The winds are changing, Rei-chan. The air grows cold. My days of freedom have come to an end, and it is time, at last, for you to put me in the ground.”

“Mhmm.”

“You’re the worst.”

“Nagisa-kun, your libido is not my problem,” Rei droned, turning a page.

“I’ll make it your problem,” Nagisa threatened. Rei sighed, tucking his thumb in to mark his place as he closed his magazine and leveled Nagisa with a Look.

“Threats do not work on me, Nagisa-kun, you know that.”

“I think you’re thinking of bribery, Rei-chan. Threats work perfectly well, when you know the right pressure points.” Nagisa maintained eye-contact, his jaw tightening as Rei’s own competitive nature kicked in and it became a full-blown staring contest.

“Wait, why is Hazuki-san threatening Ryuugazaki-san?” Momo stage-whispered. Rei looked away and Nagisa grinned.

“Because he’s got too high of a sex drive,” Ai replied, casual, like he was discussing the weather, and don’t even get Nagisa started on the hypocrisy of that—

“Momo-chan,” Nagisa said, slapping his hands down on the table and leaning over it into Momo’s space. Momo, bless him, had not learned one bit over the many years they’d known each other, and leaned forward as well, attentive and eager to please. “I am today in the unique position to make you a once-in-a-lifetime offer. If you act within the next…” he glanced at the clock. “…fourteen minutes, you will be totally free to murder me with absolutely zero retaliation from my ghost.”

“…Yeah, I’m gonna have to say no on that one, Hazuki-san. Sorry.”

“Grave mistake, Momo-chan,” Nagisa sighed.

“Well, whatever machiavellic revenge you’re going to pass on to him, better come up with it soon,” Ai said, still snuggling into Momo’s side and looking out the window, an utterly bored expression on his face. “Here they come.”

Nagisa’s head whipped around so fast that something cracked in his neck, but none of that mattered one bit. Not when Rin was walking through the door of the coffee shop and behind him were—

“Fuck,” Nagisa whined, dropping his head onto the table. Rei reached out and patted the back of it absently, already turned back to his magazine.

“The hell’s his problem?” Rin asked, dropping into the seat beside Ai and flopping across him, making Momo let out a quiet ‘oof’.

“The usual,” Rei said.

“It’s flannel season,” Ai explained. Nagisa whined into the table, pointedly ignoring the way he could hear the two remaining seats filling.

“Nagisa, what’s happening?” Makoto asked, not quite sounding like a mother concerned for the well-being of his precious kouhai, but more like a mother whose many, many children had drained his will to live and his patience for shenanigans.

“You,” Nagisa answered, still refusing to look up.

“Me.”

“And him.”

“Him being Sousuke-kun?”

“Yep.”

“Nagisa, what are you talking about?”

Nagisa tilted his head up to lean his chin on the table and level Makoto with a glare. Across from him, Sousuke was already smirking, his chin on his hand and his eyes hooded like he knew he didn’t need to try to seduce Nagisa, but was going to put in the effort anyway. Nagisa stuck his tongue out at him.

“Nagisa,” Makoto groaned.

“Every fall, when the weather gets colder, the two of you break out the flannel shirts, and my life goes to hell,” Nagisa snipped. “And it’s always you two. Rei-chan doesn’t wear flannels, Sei-chan is so aggressively asexual that he doesn’t even register to me, and no one else in our friend group is big enough to give off the hot lumberjack vibes you two have oozing off of you. I know Sou-chan’s doing it on purpose, but I can’t decide if you not realizing is better or worse, actually. And since we all know neither of you is gonna go there, I’m left sitting here drowning in a pool of my own hormones. Every. Goddamn. Year.”

Makoto blinked, but he didn’t flush or sputter like Nagisa had half-expected. Instead, he glanced at Sousuke with an almost amused furrow in his brow.

“Who said neither of us would go there?” he laughed. Rei groaned, turning to glare at Nagisa.

“If the apartment isn’t spotless when you’re done, I swear I will shred every last blanket you own to ribbons.”

“Woah, Rei-chan, I don’t—“

“Every. Last. One. I want the whole place sparkling. And smelling of citrus cleaner. I will not have a repeat of last time. Understood?”

Nagisa glanced over Rei’s shoulder, at the way Makoto was smirking and Sousuke was watching him with what could only be described as bedroom eyes, and shrugged.

“You’ll never find all my blankets anyway, so, sure. Understood.”

With that, he hopped out of his seat, returning Rin and Ai’s lazy waves with one of his own, and marched out of the coffee shop without bothering to wait and see if the other two were following him. He could hear the laughter and the shuffling of chairs behind him anyway, and he had more important things to devote his brain power to. Like planning. And all the creative ways he could use those damned flannel shirts.

He smiled, taking a deep breath of the crisp autumn air. It was time.

[awlimagines]

Auspicious Recordings (Angst)

You knew Takakura had trouble with the farm after your father’s passing, but you didn’t realize he left the house untouched. He had, of course, cleaned some before you arrived. The house was free of dust and looked lived in. However, it wasn’t lived in by anyone still alive. The bookshelves burst with novels you would never pick and multitudes of farmer's almanacs. His old clothes filled the dresser. The stench of mothballs let you know he took care to protect them. 

Everything in the drawers was dumped, mothballs and all, into your moving boxes to contain your clothes. You had slowly started sorting through your father’s things. It felt odd going through the life of essentially a stranger. You had always wanted to see him more. Life became more complicated as you grew older, filled with activities, school, and friends. Your trips to the farm became less and less. He tried to visit you in the noisy city whose harsh sounds made him jump and fidget. Dad’s trips had lessened as you grew and promised to come by Forget-Me-Not Valley later. The later came too late. 

You held back a laugh as you pulled yet another red and black flannel from the box. Was your dad a farmer or a lumberjack? You couldn’t keep all of them. The thought of offering one of the numerous flannels to Takakura crossed your mind as you grabbed the next one, and something thudded from the shirt to the floor. You set the shirt aside to grab an old tape recorder. A soft gasp slipped from you when you saw a cassette inside. 

“Y/N’s fond of Momo. I always told you that they would be an excellent rancher,” your father’s voice played. You could hear Takakura agreeing with him before you stopped the tape. You sat frozen, stunned by what you heard. Your first cow on the farm had been a gift from Takakura. How would your dad have known Momo’s name years before you received her? Your hands shook as you hit play once again. 

“The turnips were a great choice. Y/N takes after you more than me,” your dad’s laughter erupted from the speaker. “I can’t keep anything other than the trees alive. Who do you think y/n will marry? I can’t wait to see.” 

You choked back a sob when you heard knocking on the door. Takakura poked his head in, his thick brows raising in concern at the sight of you crumpled on the floor. 

“H-how did he know? It was y-years before I came here,” you hiccupped through tears, showing the old farmer the tape recorder. Takakura awkwardly patted your back as he sat next to you amidst the shades of flannel. The grizzled farmer gently explained your father’s mind started to slip towards the end of his life, and Dr. Baddoch told Takakura to agree with him. Disagreeing with your dad’s delusions would only agitate the man further. Takakura wasn’t aware your dad had recorded their talks. 

A fresh wave of tears flooded your face as you leaned into Takakura’s shoulder. You felt horrible. You should have never put your father on the back burner the way you did. It had always seemed a given he would always be right down the road on the farm whenever you had time for a visit. Takakura hesitantly wrapped an arm around you, doing his best to reassure you that your dad was nothing but proud of you. He remained sitting with you as the room bathed in reds from the setting sun.

[emotional-tupperware]

Campus Notes

there's a pair of cracked lips

waiting for me at home,

stained fingernails and chipped nailpolish.

coffee stains and coffee breath,

oversized t-shirts and dirty glasses,

painted tables, painted bliss.

anticipatory anxiety, exemplary episodic memory.

flannel subjected jokes

and winter to spring to sweaters to cardigans

all in the wind.

you shake and shake

and try to brush off seasonal blues,

call your parents every night

it's supposed to help.

they're holding back

something and you can't tell

if it's disappointment or hope,

no, it's just love.

it's just love. it's simply love.

a begging to come home

a begging to be.

calloused palms and routine check-ups

ive written so many times about

not knowing who i am,

i think you're tired, reader.

there's the weighing scale and there's the mirror

none of them tell me the truth.

but he calls me pretty,

and it's never sugarcoated.

i wonder if it's because love really makes you blind

or if i just see myself so much

as a simply old cookie box

hollow and empty.

i think i look like one.

but on mornings, i like to paint my cheeks my red

and pretend that there is not just a grain

but a handful of truth

in the compliments.

skip lunch, escape to the highway,

stare at the trucks passing by.

cardamom tea, onion momos,

complain about how they can't cook,

but this is as good as it gets.

i sometimes find my mind slipping

and wondering if it would always be like this-

it's as good as it gets.

but there's always some drunk fuck

some high fuck,

giggling and causing fights.

there's entertainment and joy

to be found even in someone's

tragic to be hangover.

and i can't wait to wait for winter

in summer.

there's a begging to come home,

a begging to be.

i just wish i knew where home was.

[misswoozi]

Jihyo in true Daisy Dukes, a tied up Flannel shirt, cowboy boots and hat AND singing ‘Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy’ would be a literal godsend (not to mention, Jihyo wearing the cowboy hat while riding me or whomever would be nosebleed central, lol)

Bonus points for the answer to ‘who would Jihyo enjoy riding?’

omg omg definitely Yeonjun, Nayeon or Momo 👀

[takebacktheyuri]

Look at my son

[genderdog]

[bnha-more-like-bnh-gay]

Rarepair headcanons because I am ignoring my problems

Serodeku:

Izuku reenacts the Spider-Man movies with Sero. Izuku is MJ. They also alternate being Spider-Man sometimes

They skate together

They get very protective when people call their boyfriend “plain”

They play dnd together

Sero tries to make sure that izuku gets some rest

They’re both kinda insecure, izuku more than sero, but still; and they make sure to reassure each other as often as possible

Sero likes listening to Izuku’s ramblings and finds them cute. He has told izuku this, only for the poor boy to imitate a tomato

After Izuku has been particularly reckless, Sero takes advantage of his quirk, wraps Izuku in bubble wrap, and tapes it there

Tokodeku:

Jocknerd bf and goth bf, we love to see it

Tokoyami teaches izuku how to sword fight

They start a dnd club at U.A.

Izuku talks to dark shadow a lot, Dark Shadow approves of him, and has claimed the spot of best man at their wedding

Izuku comes up with ideas to help Tokoyami gain control with Dark Shadow

Dark Shadow is very protective over Izuku, no matter how many times Tokoyami tells him that he can take care of himself, Dark Shadow will put himself between Izuku and any form of danger as often as possible

Dekoyama??? Aoyama/izuku:

Aoyama gives him makeovers, obviously

Aoyama drags izuku to the mall and tries to revamp some of his wardrobe, but he actually finds the “pants” and “flannel” type shirts cute

They help each other train their quirks

Aoyama is trilingual, and teaching izuku English and French.

Izuku always brings Aoyama home some new cheese

Y’all, I love them so much. There needs to be more aodeku content

Monoshinsou:

They have people watching dates. They come up with stories for the people they’re watching; their job, family, background, etc.

They judge people together

They call each other “love”

They’re both dramatic bastards, who will flop onto their lovers lap and proclaim their death due to a minor inconvenience

They jokingly sh*t-talk class A

Shinsou said “I love you” first, and it was because Monoma brought him coffee to class

Monoyama:

Like monoshinsou, they’re both dramatic bastards, who will flop onto their lovers lap and proclaim their death due to a minor inconvenience

They go shopping together and pick out the most dramatic pieces of clothing for each other

I love them so much, please 😭✋

They have tea parties every week, where they sh*t talk everyone else and gossip

They are both fancy bastards, and they wear the most exquisite outfits to go grocery shopping, and the outshine everyone

They both actually make clothing, they’ll go fabric shopping together. Gift exchanges are often articles of clothing that they���ve made for each other

Momomei:

They work on gear together!!!

Momo makes sure that mei gets some sleep

Mei helps redesign momo’s suit

They often work together with izuku to work in gear and such

They actually got together after izuku introduced them. He had been working on gear with mei, and studying with momo and he thought they’d hit it off. He was correct

Shintsuyu:

Dude they’d be so cute

Tsu is a vent gremlin, and you can’t change my mind. So she and shinsou will play a game where they try to find each other. Tsu is in the vent and shinsou is in the classrooms. Shinsou will try to find whichever vent she’s in, or she’ll find whichever classroom he’s in, in 20 minutes or less

I always headcanoned tsu as a dog person, so they’d have two cats and two dogs, and a bunny that they named Deku

They like comparing their friends to animals, hence the bunny, Deku

Kamideku:

Kaminari is a flirt, and izuku does n o t know how to handle it

Kaminari likes listening to izuku’s ramblings, and can keep up with them. He’ll ask questions on things too, and Izuku has never felt more appreciated

I don’t know why I feel like they’d have so many animals, but I do. They’d have so many, man. Three cats, two dogs, four sugar gliders, a hamster

Adhd power couple. They hyperfixated on complimentary things at the same time one time

Kaminari tutors izuku in English, and izuku turots kami in some other subjects. He’s also teaching kami JSL on the side. Kaminari has a live of languages

Momochako:

Study dates, Momo asks ochako to quiz her a lot

Ochako takes to floating momo’s things when she wants attention. Especially when Momo is studying. She makes a game out of how many things she can float until the other girl notices

Uraraka’s confidence does wonders for momo’s. Uraraka always makes sure to reassure momo that she is strong and that she can do this

Momo makes Uraraka whatever her heart desires. Uraraka blushes all the time, and momo takes great pride in getting her girlfriend to blush

Minatoru:

Mina clings to everyone, but especially to toru

They give each other stuffed animals so often. They’ll go to the store to get food, and come back with three stuffed animals that reminded them of each other

Please, they’re so cute 😭✋

They will play hide and seek, I stand by this.

Mina helps toru design a new costume. I hate hers, it’s horrible, and sexist, and not suitable for a fucking child

Toru says that pink is her favorite color

They flirt with each other all the time. Half the class thinks it’s cute, half of them used to think it was cute.

Iidamomo:

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, but study dates. they quiz each other, and it actually gets pretty competitive

They also have rage room dates. I will not budge on this. Iida tried to murder someone, and I am excited to see momo finally snap. She deserves it

They alternate paying for dates, don’t try me.

The go hiking a lot

They started liking each other after one late night, both having nightmares. Momo had tea, and offered some to Iida. They talked until the early hours of the morning

They can’t flirt. They try. But they’re horrible at it. They’ll compliment each other all day long, but they cannot flirt.

KIRIDEKU, MY BELOVED:

Y’all,,, y’all, I love them so much

They train together, obviously

They ran into each other one night in the common room after both having nightmares. They talked about middle school, how they were both bullied, izuku’s quirk coming in late, katsuki being abusive, kiri being bullied because his quirk wasn’t “cool.” After that, they were practically inseparable.

They started going on dates, not that either of them knew they were dates. The entire class knew, so did the teachers, so did the rest of U.A. Kirishima picked up on it first after a comment from Mina, he had is realization.

So, he started courting Izuku. Not thag izuku realized this. He brought him flowers on most ‘dates,’ he bought him hero action figures whenever he could, he complimented him until Izuku was red in the face (which was honestly very easy.) Still, izuku remained ignorant to the fact that he was indeed dating Kirishima.

The final tipping point, was due to Uraraka’s help. She was quite tired of watching the two of them pine for each other. It was amusing for the first couple months, watching Kirishima try so hard, and Deku being totally oblivious. However, she took pity on her friends after a while.

So, Uraraka devised a devilish plan to get the two together. She involved Mina, Sero, and kaminari in this plan. What was the plan, you ask? Oh, simply to trap the two in one room until they broke through izuku’s obliviousness.

Kirishima finally “straight” up admitted his feelings, to which Izuku had the sudden realization of “oh my gods, have we been dating this whole time??” Yes, Izuku. Yes you have.

They have two anniversaries after that.

Let’s be honest, they are really, annoyingly, horrifically lovey dovey. Kirishima brags about having “the manliest and bestest boyfriend in the world.” Izuku flaunts his many PowerPoint presentations on how talented and incredible Kirishima is

Uraraka doesn’t know if she did the right thing by helping them. She is so tired

Tsujirou:

Jirou makes playlists for tsu

The few sane ones in class A, I swear

They go on walks in the rain as often as they can

They go for dates in the bookstore too. They each pick out an album and a book for the other to listen to and read

Y’all, they make so much sense togetherrrrr, I’m love them 🥺

Jirou started liking tsu after the crew saved bakugou. Jirou sat with tsu after momo, Iida, kirishima, Todoroki, and izuku apologized and sat with her. They had movie night, and Jirou joined the Bakugou saving crew and tsu with taking well into the night. She just appreciated how much tsu cared

Tsu started liking Jirou after she helped Iida, momo, and izuku try to keep the class in order. She appreciated how diplomatic and calm she was

Jirou would talk to izuku all night long about how gay she was, and how adorable tsu was. So, izuku decided to try and suggest ways for Jirou to ask her out.

She did not end up getting to ask her out though, as Tsu walked up to her the next morning f and asked if she wanted to go on a date. Jirou said yes. Izuku cried

Izujirou:

They make playlists for each other

They go for runs on the beach a lot

They both have insomnia, and often spend time making blanket forts and talking, or FaceTiming and listening to music

Jirou walks into the common room once a week looking for new music. She started liking Izuku after he made a playlist for her for one of these occasions.

They’re both quite awkward when it comes to romance, but neither of them will shy away from facing the truth. So, Jirou made izuku a playlist filled with love songs that reminded her of him and sent it to him. Sadly, izuku is dense as hell.

So, then Jirou wrote a love song and told izuku that the song was for him. Sadly, izuku is dense as hell.

So, then Jirou write analysis about izuku’s quirk for him. Sadly, izuku is dense as hell

So, then, after thinking that Jirou had done so much for him, izuku made her a playlist filled with love songs. Jirou took this to mean that izuku had finally picked up on her feelings, and accepted them.

So, they started to go on dates. Not that izuku knew this, as he is dense as hell. All leading up to izuku finally confessing his feelings on one of their ‘dates,’ to which Jirou responded, “dude, we’re already dating? Aren’t we? I- I thought that was obvious??”

May this awkward couple be forever blessed

Tokoyama:

Goth/prep boyfriends, we love to see it

At least once a day, Aoyama will proclaim that Tokoyami “shines almost as bright as he does, in his fabulous emo way”

They sword fight, and come up with really dramatic scenarios and scenes that they’re in

They bond over being in the izucrew and their shared love of swords. Aoyama took fencing classes in middle school, and Tokoyami got into sword fighting after watching it in pirates of the Caribbean as a young child. He is self taught and watched countless videos on the art of sword fighting

Tokoyami asked Aoyama our by dramatically presenting him with a dagger and going “will you accompany me on a formal outing as my lover?”

Shinyama:

They flirt constantly

No really, it’s getting quite annoying. Someone please stop them.

They both plop down in random areas and proclaim their deaths, the difference between them, is that Aoyama will burst into shinsou’s room, and yell “love, I’ve been murdered. Mourn for me” while plopping down on shinsou’s lap. Shinsou can be found laying face down outside aoyama’s door, and when Aoyama goes to open the door, he just goes “I’ve been murdered.”

^^ one time, shinsou did a very fun Halloween prank for this, where he poured fake blood all over himself for Aoyama to find him an hour later, asleep.

Nap dates. Aoyama get glitter all over shinsou’s room

Iiyama:

Aoyama enjoys making Iida blush, obviously. But he takes joy in doing it specifically when class is about to start. Aizawa is tired of his shit

Here is how I think an iiyama conversation might go:

Aoyama: I ask for one thing in this relationship-

Iida: Aoyama, you know that’s a lie-

Aoyama: for my boyfriend to carry me around all day-

Iida: Aoyama, I cannot feasibly do this with class-

Aoyama: and I don’t think that’s too much to ask for 😤

Anyway, Aoyama got carried around all day that day, despite Iida’s blush and Aizawa’s eye twitch

Everyone in the izucrew is close, but Iida and Aoyama started to get close after Iida told the crew about Stain. Aoyama wanted Iida to know that he wasn’t alone, and that he wanted to help him. So he started packing extra cheese for lunch and giving it to Iida. Iida was very confused at first. But this was Aoyama trying to court him. This was only made apparent by momo and Jirou telling Iida that this was aoyama’s attempt at expressing romantic interest.

Aoyama flirts with everyone, that’s just who he is. But with Iida? Oh it was tenfold. The poor boy was red in the face constantly. Aoyama was a persistent little bugger too, following him around and calling him ‘mon amour’

Kirikamideku:

My dearest traffic light trio, I’m love them

They train together, and kiri and kami always appreciate izuku’s analysis snd ideas

Kiri falls even more in love with izuku and kaminari when they go off on rants. Izuku rants and kami can keep up with him so he asks questions about it. Kiri loves to watch his boyfriends go on rants, I don’t make the rules, but I do enforce them

They started to get closer after kami and kiri found bakugou causing a ptsd flashback (could be on purpose of an accident, up to the reader.) they stated with him and tried to talk him through it. After this, izuku started to tell them about having been a “late bloomer” and being bullied, etc. (I don’t know, man; I tend to over share after flashbacks and after panic attacks)

Izuku tutors them in several subjects, but kami tutors them in English. Kiri just falls in love with his smart boyfriends

Izuku is teaching kami JSL and kami is helping izuku with English and Italian (personal headcanon that Italian has been one of kami’s special interests) kiri loves to listen to them, and finds it relaxing and calming to hear them do this. When he has panic attacks, he’ll ask them to tutor each other in different languages

[blackberry-gingham]

What about a head cannon of you showing Otto some love after he has a rough day and feels down about himself!

I will do a whole ass mini fic for this IF, in exchange, you let me sneak in some dad bod tummy rubs 😭😭😭😭😭😭✋🏻✋🏻

You know what? Adding my doc ock tag list, bc I’d count this as a mini fic indeed

Tag list: @smokeywhalee @stupid-stinky @busybeingtrash @momos-peaches @pinkieperil @amongpresidents @bimboshaggy @nanjalee @mickeyperkins @tolovaj @jupiters--moonxx

Reader is gender neutral btw 😌🙏🏻

—-

Do the words “seniority” and “respect” mean nothing anymore?

He use to be angry about it, but lately… the good doctor only feels rather blue.

It’s not every day, but… he can just feel the little snickers or the repulsed looks thrown his way around the labs and the meetings and the office and- Ugh, he doesn’t want to think about it anymore.

The fact of the matter is that he has never been considered a “handsome man”, as it were. And while it’s a dull and lonely fate that he was fully prepared to accept… He must admit, he could not be more over joyed to have snagged you along for his journey of living. Well, perhaps he should say that you picked him, but in matters as lucky as this, he only cares for the results. While he does indeed have you…

It doesn’t make the occasional teasing and ribbing from others hurt any less.

You’ve been trying to get him to open up about whatever’s been bothering him all evening. After all, you can’t stand to see him look so down. Predictable as usual, the one on one comforts of snuggling up to you before bed does quite a trick to get him confessing.

Otto doesn’t mention everything, but he tells you what he deems to be enough. Truly it’s not a big deal, but all the doubts and second thoughts do occasionally leave him wondering…

“You think I’m handsome though, right? O-or maybe ju-“

Truth be told, you’re half asleep already. Cuddled atop his thick, warm body, lulled by his husky voice, gently rocked with each deep, rhythmic breath… Most nights, staying awake at all presents quite the challenge.

“Of course I do…”

“Now don’t lie. I mean, is there at le-“

You gasp in mock hurt, “Don’t call me a liar, it’s the truth”, you give a little laugh and nuzzle into his pudgy cheek, leaving behind a little kiss before you lay back down. With a few strokes of your fingers, you mark a small trail along his abdomen, “I think all of you is handsome”, you yawn.

The doctor is silent a moment, a frown of uncertainty crosses his features. You’ve transitioned from all fingers to just one as it traces a long, lazy circle along his flannel sleeping shirt. He was so terrified the first time he ever let you get this close to him…. After all, Otto Octavius is nothing if not these two things: a genius, and wildly insecure.

Never in his life did he ever think he’d let someone so close, so intimate…. Someone who’s opinion he cares so much for, touch his stomach as he lets you. As far as insecurities are concerned, his face is one thing, but his body is a whole other story. His belly, his love handles, stretch marks, puffy soft chest, the little pillow of fat under his chin… How could anyone love him in a state like this?

And yet… here you are. Every night, your head on said puffy chest. Body wedged up against said love handles. A quiet, loving hand only ever dealing in affection when it touches said belly of his.

He looks back over at your sweet, angelic face. All of him huh? No, he dare not even challenge the notion. Not when he already knows it’s true.

The doctor rolls over just a smidge, only enough so he can better hold you. Your hand has gone still at last and if you aren’t sleeping by now, surely you will be soon. Ever so gently, so as not to disturb you, he tilts up your chin to kiss your forehead.

He doesn’t believe he’ll ever learn your secret for calming him so easily… Nor how he ever got so lucky to end up with the likes of you.

“Good night, my love”

[momobani]

What’s *really* wrong with Secretary Kim? - chapter 2

Secretary!Mingyu x fem!reader / 3.0k

Sum: you make some decisions after the big meeting.

chapter warnings: some angst, swearing 

Song rec (for this chapter) - Dumb Dumb - Somi

A/N: more contextual as a chapter, but things are starting to pick up. Thank you for reading, enjoy <3

Taglist: @lavendersvt , @fav9yu

Link to ch 3

Chapter 2

Mingyu had set you a lullaby alarm to wake you up, not a deafening siren like you would have set yourself in order to ensure you actually woke up and not snoozed through it. You felt energised enough after what turned out to have been a forty minute power nap and it may have been the miracle worker you needed before the meeting with Wen Electronics.

You checked the time and noticed Mingyu had left you some lunch on the coffee table. A pang of affection and gratitude squeezed at your heart for a second. He always thought ahead for you, especially when you couldn’t. Sometimes you wondered if other people had such great secretaries or if it was just you being lucky to stumble upon Mingyu and be forever blessed by his presence.

It seemed that Mingyu was really outdoing himself these days and you thought he deserved a reward. You decided not only to give yourself the week off starting Thursday but also Mingyu.

That and you remembered the outfit you’d decided on wearing in a while. You see, the first thing you’d learned about Mingyu on the job was that he was easily flustered. He was the shy type despite his overtly handsome, charismatic face and hulking muscles (usually hidden under suits but one time your stocks dipped dangerously low, you’d called him in the middle of the night and he’d shown up in pyjamas - black chequered flannels and a white t-shirt with Duck Momo on it- biceps bulging against the sleeves).

A smirk formed across your face; the outfit in question had made such an imprint on your mind, not only for its lux but the reaction that Mingyu had accorded it. He had been shot speechless when you’d tried it on in the store and appeared in front of him from behind the curtain. And when you asked him how it was, he’d been stuttering and mumbling something that from across the room you thought sounded like ‘super hot’ and ‘insane’. He’d been eerily silent the rest of the shopping trip. You were sure he’d enjoy seeing it again.  

You ate some of the lunch, finding yourself too high-strung and tired to eat anything super substantial. Instead you went to your office en-suite to find that Mingyu had left the requested bags on the counter neatly, awaiting your action. You fixed your make-up, something you’d used to subdue your zombie guise this morning, and made sure it was in sync (but still professional) with what you were about to put on.

Here goes nothing.

Either Mr Wen takes you seriously or he doesn’t, you thought, as you looked at yourself in the mirror after changing. Simple; deal or no deal. You knew yourself as others did to be a strong persona, an entity to be reckoned with, feared but adored, renowned but still enigmatic. This outfit maybe suggested it a little too much.

Jacket or no jacket, you wondered. You decided, no jacket. You were - um, the weather was too hot for a jacket, even in your air conditioned offices.  

You’d told Mingyu to meet you at the designated meeting room, half out of practicality, half out of wanting to make his soul leave his body like you predicted it might when he saw you. So you walked, waltzed, stumbled in the Louboutins to the meeting room, head held high and entered.

You were semi-expecting it but were still extremely flattered when every person’s jaw dropped to the floor as you walked in. You wore a crimson chiffon shirt dress, short with sheer sleeves and inlaid embroidered lace on the top, the skirt part falling against your legs rather ravishingly (if your ego didn’t lie to you in the mirror and the heels did their magic). You looked totally fierce, a tad bit terrifying, but also mighty sexy.

Mr Wen was now standing, having been seated at the table already, everyone following his suit in standing for you respectfully. You even spotted Jeonghan on the other end of the room, observing the scene with a little proud smirk. As always, he believed in you more than anyone else. You smiled, vaguely in every direction but mostly trying to scan the room for Mingyu’s face.

Bingo.

He was standing to your right, eyes wide, trying to keep his face neutral, a shade of red almost worthy of matching your dress crawling up his neck and face. Oh yah. His soul had already gone bye-bye and now it was just Mingyu and his pecs against the world.

Another few noticeable reactions that caught your eye: new intern Chan (absolutely gobsmacked), old intern Vernon (shookt™) and marketing director Mr Jeon (mildly surprised). Most importantly, Mr Wen smiled and extended a hand with respectful mirth in his eyes. You had him.

“Good afternoon, it’s lovely to finally meet you.” He said in a warm tone.

“Likewise, Mr Wen.” You shook his hand resolutely. “I look forward to our cooperation.”

“As do I, but please, call me Jun.”

Party sirens were going off in your head, first name basis? With the Wen Junhui? Some business god smiled down at you today. And to think only two hours ago you were a bawling mess in Jeonghan’s arms. Wen Electronics: bagged, signed, sealed, done.

It turned out to be a fairly short meeting, the two of you discussing the plan curated by the relevant people and yourselves, minimally disagreeing on much if anything, surprisingly calm waters and smooth sailing as far as possible. You were absorbed in the meeting, but every once in a while you glanced toward Mingyu, only if to make sure he was still taking notes as most of the others were.

The poor man was huddled over his tablet (removable keyboard and all), typing away looking tiny in his sleek suit, a little shaken but otherwise fine. You made a mental note to mess with his cute, dorky ass later. It was always fun and you wanted to thank him for his hard work too, of course.

After wrapping up with the contract signing and a commemoratory photo of your handshake (thank whoever, you had the brain this morning to dress good), you watched as everyone said their last greetings and disappeared. You were left with Mingyu, who was tidying some of the things in the room, and Jeonghan, who sauntered up to you with an accusatory (or was it suspicious?) glint in his eyes.

“I had no doubts about you getting Mr Wen’s autograph, but I gotta ask.”

“Ask?” You regarded him with equal suspicion.

“No offence, but how did you go from gremlin in the morning to goddess in the afternoon?”

“Ugh, full offence taken, Mr Yoon.” You said, lacking venom.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean it in a mean way, just in like a ‘what the fuck?’ way.” He shrugged.

“What, a lady can’t shape shift?”

Jeonghan narrowed his eyes at you. He sussed it out already. “You took a nap, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, I took a nap, shut up.” You snapped sulkily.

Jeonghan took his leave, which left you with your lovely Secretary Kim. He seemed mildly dazed as he gathered some of the materials to take with him, you smiled sheepishly at the effect that a simple little dress was having on this big guy. What can you say, you liked making men feel weak at the knees. Grown men giggling like school kids when you smiled at them? It was like a shot of dopamine.  

“Mingyu!” You called. He turned at the speed of light, almost dropping the papers in his hand.

“Yessir- er, miss?” He croaked. You walked towards him, the swish of your skirt silky smooth against your bare legs, feeling like a graceful lioness stalking her prey. A frightened gazelle perhaps, not unlike the cowering, wild-eyed Mingyu in front of you.

“Thank you for the hard work. You can take the rest of the day off.” You said when you were within a couple of feet of him. He was staring at you for a moment, before tearing his eyes away from you and back to the papers.

“I shouldn’t, I need to sort some of the materials for tomorrow and confirm some of your schedules for next week and-”

“We’re taking next week off, ‘Gyu, from this Thursday. Now, be a good boy and go home already.” You purred and took another step forward, looking him in the eye he couldn’t avoid. You could tell he was fighting the slight shiver that your voice sent down his spine. It was funny to you how caring and responsible he could be, but also how flustered and easily shaken he could get. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped and nodded.

“Good, see you tomorrow.” You smiled at him and glided away, as much as your heels allowed, of course.          

***

It was late Tuesday afternoon when you thought your office looked strangely beautiful. It was the way the light hit the neighbouring buildings’ windows and reflected back to you that really made it glow. You stared out at the sky, a particularly clear day greeting your eyes and an azure to die for spanning as far as the eye could see. Usually you didn’t have too much time to stand and watch but since you’d briefed Mingyu on your vacation plans, he’d managed your schedule to a point where you could easily tap out on Thursday.

As expected from the number one secretary in your company. (You hadn’t fact checked that but in your heart he was the best secretary in the entire world - universe as far as you were concerned).

You weren’t thinking too much about it, but you picked up your phone and opened the camera app, fingers tapping on autopilot as you focused on viewing the scene from behind the lens. The nostalgic feeling hit you without warning, memories of holding cameras flooding your mind. The touch memory of feeling the different grips, weights and types of each one careened through your fingertips in a split second.

Your fingers itched to touch a real camera as you looked out to the great blue beyond. The snap of the camera app coincided with a loud echo of your office door cracking open behind you. The only people who walked into your office without knocking were Mingyu and Jeonghan. Mingyu had permission, Jeonghan was just a nosy motherfucker but you let it slide due to his best friend privileges.

“Come in,” you said sarcastically, thinking it was Jeonghan since you’d mentioned you wanted him to come by when you saw him earlier, but when you turned around you were greeted with an open mouthed Mingyu. He cleared his throat.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt-”

“No, Mingyu, you’re always welcome to come in. I’m sorry, I thought you were Jeonghan.” You sat down in your big chair, closing the app on your phone without looking at the photo you took. “Anyways, what’s going on?”

Mingyu was now standing in front of your desk, ready to give his report but stopped for a second when he noticed the phone in your hands.

“Were you taking a photo?” He asked tentatively. Mingyu was aware of your past dabbling-engagement-whatever in photography. Throughout high school and college you were into it seriously, thinking that maybe one day it could be part of your livelihood, but because you sucked at other art forms (multiple teachers didn’t hesitate to cut you down when you couldn’t draw a damn apple), you’d given up trying to make anything out of it. It’s not like you would have gotten into any sort of art school. It was remembering your crushed dream that had caught up with you during your date with Minghao.

Mingyu had stumbled upon that part of yourself by accident. You had asked him for help moving from your apartment to your house about a year ago and he’d been carrying a box full of photos, albums and old film when (clumsy dear) he tripped and lost grip of it, managing to send everything, except himself thankfully, flying down the staircase of your old building. You’d been standing at the bottom already and the image of the flying materials reminded you of the montage from 10 Things I hate About You when the flyers dropped down the staircase, floating like bright slices of cheese.

Except what cascaded down was pieces of your life that you’d hidden away in a box, memories and fleeting moments stored on a page. An image that won’t actually last forever. An image that was highly flammable and could burn in an instant. You’d said it was silly whilst explaining to Mingyu that you liked photography; you, some boring CEO, his boss, had had unrealised dreams of artistic grandeur, but had landed a big shot job, boo hoo, poor little six-figure-making girlie. ‘It’s not silly.’ He’d said to you after helping you pick up every photo as you spoke.

You were taken by surprise at Mingyu’s inquisitive puppy look; all that was missing was a tiny head tilt. You nodded, hesitantly, pursing your lips. Mingyu’s face broke into a smile.

“That’s good, maybe you could pick it up again during your vacation.” He paused, gathering his thoughts. “Oh right, Mr Wen sent you a bottle of wine as a congratulatory gift. It’s just on my desk, I didn’t want to risk dropping it. It looked expensive.” He laughed cutely. Even if he dropped it, you thought, you’d forgive him ‘cause he’s Mingyu. Wait- what did he say?

Pick it up again during your vacation.

“What, like a hobby?” You wondered out loud.

“Huh?” This time Mingyu tilted his head to one side. “I’m not sure sending people expensive wine is a hobby? I could look it up though?” You shook your head at him, a tiny laugh escaping your lips.

“No, it’s okay, don’t bother, ‘Gyu.” He seemed confused but he didn’t press, instead he gave you one last piece of paperwork to look over and left. You were still smiling at his sweet confusion, bless him, he does brighten up your day completely unintentionally.  

Not five minutes later, Jeonghan waltzed into your office unannounced, but in his defence he got you your favourite type of sweet treat so you allowed it, no sarcastic quips. For now…or not.

“Thanks for swinging by, bestie. I have a little present for you too.” You grin at him. You reach to your side, retrieving a stack of papers held together by string (complete with a little string bow!) from under you desk. As much as you adore your friend, nothing gives you more joy that handing Jeonghan a fat stack of paperwork and watching the smirk fade off his face and the blood drain away.

“Ahh, what is all that?” He squeaked from his chair, eyes wide and unblinking.

“A few things that need signing, you do like signing autographs, don’t you, rockstar?” You pat the stack of papers and hand it to him very ceremoniously indeed.

“I’m putting you in charge, temporary CEO Yoon. She’s all yours.” She being the company. Jeonghan sighs and nods.

“I got it, enjoy your vacay.” He said as he hauled the stack with him, leaving the premises.

You were left to ponder Mingyu’s innocent but haunting words as you ate the snack. Little did you realise, he’d planted a seed into your mind…

***  

Thursday rolled around quickly, and you found yourself packing a couple of bits and bobs from your office since you’d actually spend a (whopping!) ten whole days away. You’d mentioned to Mingyu that you’d let Harrison drop him off first when you left, so you were waiting to meet with him at the end of the day to share the ride.

In the dying hours of the corporate day, you’d called Mr Jeon into your office for a chat. Wonwoo was a quiet but stoic presence in your company and everyone respected the mysterious bespectacled man, who seemed to appear and disappear without notice, a little ghost-like. But somehow he knew everything that went on and didn’t miss a beat. He was exactly what you were after for this job.

You’d left your office door open and window to let in some air and cleanse the sense of existential dread and caffeine dependency that the room seemed to have an abundance of, and nearly had a heart attack when Wonwoo appeared at the doorway.

“Hello? You wanted to see me?” His gravely voice inquired. Your heart was beating abnormally fast, trying to recover from the scare, and you beckoned him in.

“Yes. Please, have a seat.” You took your own seat at your desk. Wonwoo had opted for the more formal desk seating than the couch area behind him. Business as usual, you found yourself thinking. You were colleagues but you’d known each other for several years now, so you thought you were verging on friendly-ish terms, but Wonwoo never slipped, especially to his (technically) boss.

“Mr Jeon, I’m sure you’re aware of your own expertise in the field of responsibility; frankly there’s no one else in this company that’s as level headed as you, myself included, so I have to make a request of you.” You couldn’t quite spit it out, you thought. You were just spouting nonsense at him for a minute.

“Is there something on your mind, in particular?” He asked, eyes searching behind his glasses (today’s pair was a circular wire frame that accentuated the shape of his eyes) and you felt his stare more piercing than usual.

“I’ve left Mr Yoon in charge of the company, but I’m leaving you in charge of everything else.” You said. Wonwoo seemed puzzled for a second, eyebrows furrowing.

“I’m sorry, I don’t seem to follow? What do you mean?”

“For fuck’s sake Wonwoo, please just don’t let it burn down.” You pleaded. Your outburst rendered Wonwoo speechless for a moment, and you thought you were about to be reported for inappropriate language in the work place, until a small smile inched across his usually serious face. You were struck by how cute and warm he suddenly was.

“Okay, I’ll try my best, I promise.” He nodded, letting the smile grow. “Have a good vacation.” And with that, he bid you adieu and disappeared as silently as he had appeared.

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