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thesoftdumbass · 3 years

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somethin' to think about

Frankie Morales x reader (feminine pronouns)

word count: 3,800

warnings: caffeine dependency, cheesy movies, the beginning of one curse word but no more. platonic Santiago x reader and Benny x reader. very fluffy and kind of silly but that's how I like it.

summary: Frankie and his daughter have found a home in Stars Hollow, and the single father/diner owner has to admit that he's found a soft spot in his heart his favorite customer.

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Francisco Morales, a newly single father, wanted to settle down and start a new life for himself and his daughter. After stumbling onto Stars Hollow, a quaint and quiet, friendly little town just a little ways away from his hometown, he decided that it would be the perfect place to begin again. The old hardware store that closed down years earlier was priced well and had an apartment above the shop, so with some hard work, Frankie turned it into a diner to sell the food he grew up learning to make from his mother, as well as the stereotypical diner food that he and his brothers in arms missed while they were serving overseas. Life was good in Stars Hollow, Frankie and his daughter being accepted by the welcoming if not nosy townspeople, and now he and the diner had become a staple in the quiet hamlet.

The bell above the door chimes with the entry of another customer and Frankie looks up from writing in his order book to see you heading his way, already grabbing an overly large mug that he keeps on hand just for you.

“Coffee coffee coffee,” you demand lightly and Frankie huffs.

“You sound like you’ve had plenty today already,” he says, filling the mug anyways and sitting it in front of you at your usual seat along the counter.

“Oh nonsense, there’s no such thing,” your tone and face both hold a smile and Frankie can’t help the way his heartbeat jumps in his chest at this.

“One of these days I’m going to start slipping you decaf.”

A gasp leaves you, faux offended at the threat. “You wouldn’t dare!” Frankie’s affirming hum distracts you for just a moment before you start mixing your coffee just the way you like it. “You would lose a very loyal customer, Morales. I’d have to start getting my coffee at Weston’s.”

Frankie’s scoff brings the smile back to your face, as it’s obvious that neither of you will live up to your threats. “Besides, you know I can’t survive a day without the elixir of life, and yours is the best in town.”

“Of course it’s the best, I’m just saying that your heart may soon explode from caffeine intake.”

“And what a sweet, sweet death that will be, my friend. Keep’em coming.”

Frankie has to bite his lip to hide a smile, distracting himself by adjusting the cap on his head so it sits backward. The former pilot may maintain a grumpy exterior at times, but you’ve become a bright spot in his day and your bickering never holds any heat. Another customer needs a refill so he leaves you to your ‘elixir of life’ and heads over, making rounds about the diner to make sure everybody’s happy. When he comes back to the front of the counter, there’s a mop of curly brown hair sticking up behind the thing, a rustling noise being heard from beneath.

“Evie?” At her father’s questioning tone, there’s a bump against the underside of the counter, a muffled “ouch” making its way to his ears. A sigh leaves his lips as his daughter stands from her crouched position, brown eyes locking with his. “You alright, mija?” A quiet “yes” is his answer, so he has to ask the question on his mind. “And why were you crawling around on the floor of the diner?”

A quiet chuckle leaves your lips as the young girl looks shyly at her father, then at you, before answering. “I was looking for my book. I can’t find it, and I thought I might’ve left it back here.”

Evie has so many books that Frankie can’t keep up sometimes, but before he can ask which one she’s looking for in particular, you pipe up beside him. “I think I saw The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy in the library at the inn. Is that the one you’re looking for?”

“Yes!” She brightens, eyes wide. “I must have left it when I was doing homework there the other day.”

“If you want you can come to the inn and grab your book after school, and I can make some homemade hot chocolate just for you. If your dad is okay with it, of course.”

Two sets of eyes turn to Frankie questioningly, and he couldn’t say no even if he wanted to. “Of course you can go, sweetheart.”

“Thank you, daddy!” She leans across the counter and kisses him on the cheek. “Thank you Y/N.”

“Anytime, sweetie,” you giggle, her cheery attitude infectious.

Frankie looks at the clock on the wall above the counter before addressing his daughter. “Why don’t you go grab your backpack and I’ll walk you to school?”

Evie hums in affirmation and makes her way into the apartment that she and Frankie live in above the diner to continue getting ready for the day. Frankie watches her go before turning to you, only to notice you down the rest of your coffee.

“Do you want one to go?”

“Do you even have to ask?” Your teasing smirk turns into a grateful smile as Frankie steps back behind the counter and pulls out a styrofoam cup with a lid, filling it with the caffeine that you crave. “You’re too kind to me, Francisco.”

“It’s not on the house if that’s what you’re gunning for,” he teases and you fake a pout.

“It never hurts to try, does it?” You stand from your stool, pulling your coat tight around you and reaching for the full cup in front of you. “I’ll settle my tab later. Do you want me to walk Evie back here, or do you wanna pick her up tonight?”

“You’re gonna be here for dinner anyways, I know you’re too tired to cook for yourself after the Friday brunch special. You can just bring her with you if it’s not too much trouble.”

"Your daughter? Trouble? Please,” you laugh it off. Evie was really a perfect child, you and her have gotten along famously since the beginning. Frankie chuckles, nodding along because of course you’re right. “I’ve gotta head to work. I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah, have a good day,” he waves you away with a small smile, picking up a cloth to wipe down the counter as he waits for Evie to return downstairs.

A long sigh escapes you as you sink into your seat in the diner, your back relieved to sit after running around the kitchen most of the day. Evie settles into the chair across from yours, copying your sigh and both of you make eye contact before bursting into giggles, smiles on both of your faces. Frankie finds you like that, and he can’t help the way his lips twitch up at the sight.

He makes a show of pulling out his order pad and pencil, rolling up his sleeves in the process. “Ah, my two best customers. What can I get for you?”

You hum thoughtfully, opening the menu and observing it as if you haven’t eaten here multiple times a week for years now. “I’m not sure, what would the chef recommend?”

“Well, the daily special is-”

Frankie is cut off as you snap the menu shut, placing it on the table before folding your hands overtop of it decisively. “On second thought, I’ll have the lobster. What say you, madam?” You look toward Evie still across from you, an eyebrow raised and she plays along.

“I believe that the filet mignon and foie gras will do for tonight. And we shan’t forget a chocolate souffle for the table.” The eleven-year-old provides an astounding performance, a posh accent accompanying her words.

The two of you make eye contact for a split second, and your pretenses drop as you once again dissolve into laughter. Frankie only rolls his eyes, accustomed to your antics, though he doesn’t bother to hide the chuckles you elicit. “You two are ridiculous. Burgers and fries it is, then?”

“Why of course, my good sir. And a diet coke for me, please.” He nods and walks away, putting your order in the window and checking on his other guests.

When he comes back to the dining room after speaking with the line cook about another order, there’s someone occupying one of the seats at your table. Your laugh rings out through the diner as Benny, one of Frankie’s old friends, occupies your attention, and Frankie overhears the story being told as he approaches.

“-and suddenly we have to book it out of the river and leave our clothes on the bank. We end up stranded in the jungle, every one of us buck a-”

“Not in front of the kid, Miller,” Frankie chastises as he claps a hand on his friend’s shoulder in greeting.

Benny just laughs as you lean in and murmur conspiratorially, “but you’ll fill me in on the rest later, right?”

“You know it,” and he sends a wink your way as you lean back in your seat, a satisfied smile on your face.

Frankie hears a call go out from the kitchen window that order’s up, and after returning to your table with two plates of food, he takes the last empty chair. You and Evie dig into your food as he talks with his old friend for a few minutes. “When is Will coming in?”

“Tomorrow afternoon. I tried to get him to drive in with me tonight but he decided not to leave his new fiancee until he has to,” Benny rolls his eyes at his brother’s sappy attitude but you and Frankie can tell that he’s happy for him.

The pilot nods, “Pope texted me a little while ago, he’s on his way now.” With a thought coming to him, Frankie grabs your attention with an utterance of your name. “Are you still good with girl’s night?”

With an eager nod, you take a sip of your drink before answering. “Absolutely. I’m already set up for snacks and drinks, and I’ll be scouring my movie collection tonight to find something for us to watch.”

The boys hum in acknowledgment but Evie just laughs softly. “You know we’ll just watch the same thing as always.”

It’s sort of a tradition. Frankie’s best friends from the service don’t live that far away from each other, so every few months they meet up in one of their towns. While they catch a fight or simply hang out and get drinks, you offer to watch Evie, and your weekends together have evolved into binge-a-thons of junk food snacks and cheesy old horror movies.

“And what about it? You know we both have a soft spot for the classics.”

You finish your dinner, fully entertained by the lively conversation, which is only heightened when Santiago arrives at the diner. He and Benny end up eating as well and keeping Frankie on his toes between tables with stories. You might have heard them a half-dozen times before over the years, but you still enjoy the hell out of them, the reminiscences getting even spicier after Evie goes to bed for the night.

Your long workday gets to you eventually and by the time you’re stifling your fourth yawn in five minutes, your company starts to notice.

“You look like you’re ready for bed,” Frankie points out softly.

You hum in acknowledgment, shrugging your shoulders. “I could just drink a cup of-”

“You are not getting any more coffee today, and that’s final.”

“Fine, fine,” you assent to his good-natured firmness.

“C’mon hermosa, I’ll drive you home on my way to the inn. You reserved a room for me, right?” At Pope’s question, you nod.

“‘Course I did, Santi. Can’t have you sleeping on the streets, now can I?”

Santi snorts and stands from his chair, grabbing his jacket off the back of it and tugging it on. “I think if it came down to it, I’d rather bunk with you for the night.” His comment is paired with a cheeky wink and you roll your eyes with a laugh.

“As if you would be invited to bunk with me, sweetheart.”

Santi clutches his chest with mock hurt. “You wound me!”

You smile before bringing a hand up to hide another yawn, and Santiago nods his head to the door. “Alright drama queen, let’s go before I fall asleep on my feet.” You turn to address the rest of your small group, “I’ll see you guys tomorrow! Benny, you didn’t forget your room key again did you?”

A momentary look of panic crosses the man’s face as he pats his pockets before finding the object. “Ah! Got it,” he says proudly, showing it to you.

You shake your head with a laugh at Benny and his forgetfulness. “Alright, goodnight everybody.”

Frankie makes sure the kitchen is clean and everything put away before sending the staff home for the night, the last remaining customer his sometimes-pain-in-the-ass friend. He’s just finished wiping down the other tables and grabbed the salt and pepper shakers to refill, taking a seat across from Benny when the other man looks up from his phone.

“So when are you finally gonna boss up and ask Y/N on a date?”

Frankie’s head bobs like a toy as he looks up at the unexpected words, his brow furrowing a second later. “Pardon?”

Benny stretches his legs out, leaning back in his chair in a relaxing stance. “You heard me. You two would be perfect together, and it’s not hard to see that you’ve got it bad for her.”

Frankie just stares at Benny, unamused eyes fixed on his face for a moment before he sighs, taking the cap off his head and rubbing a hand down his forehead tiredly. “I don’t have time to kill you right now Benny, come back later.”

“She’s got it bad for you, too.” Frankie’s head whips up at this, a hopeful gleam in his eyes, and Benny continues talking. “Look, you both have feelings for each other, you see each other every day, and her and your kid get along famously. And everybody knows you’re going to end up together. Last time I was here I even heard her neighbor and that Kirk guy making a bet on which one of you would make the first move.”

Frankie mutters something about “town gossips” under his breath.

“I want you to be happy, man,” Benny says genuinely, the mood shifting.

“I am happy,” Frankie defends gently.

“But not as happy as you could be. I just think you should go for it, tell Y/N how you feel.” Benny stands from the table, clapping Frankie on the back and pulling his friend into a hug when he does the same. “Somethin’ to think about. I’ll see you tomorrow, man.”

Frankie locks the door to the diner behind Benny as he leaves, flipping the old-fashion open sign to closed. Turning around to lean his back against the door, he closes his eyes, considering the possible outcomes for doing exactly what his friend said. It could end awkwardly with neither of you knowing how to act around each other and you avoiding his diner like the plague. Or, the more attractive prospect, it could lead to something he had only imagined, a life with you by his side.

“Somethin’ to think about,” he repeats to himself, making his way to the apartment upstairs to get ready for bed.

“Everett Amaya Morales, I cannot believe you just said that!” When she only shrugs at you, a brow raised with as much sass as an eleven-year-old can muster, you scoff and cross your arms over your chest in slight indignation. “So you would rather wax Bigfoot’s legs than give Frankenstein’s Monster a makeover?”

She looks at you as if it’s an obvious answer, but to you, it’s anything but. “Yeah! Aren’t you curious how much there is?”

“Oh, there’s twelve pounds of leg hair at least, but I would be afraid for my own safety! One bad rip and Squatch could rip my arm off. Frankenstein’s Monster, on the other hand, has daddy issues and no friends, and I for one think that doing his makeup would be a very good bonding experience. Besides, how do you know that Bigfoot wants their legs waxed?”

“How do you know they don’t,” is her rebuttal.

You sigh theatrically, shoulders deflating in defeat. “Ah, yes, the Sasquatch don’t live by societal gender roles.”

When Evie simply laughs at your reply, you stick your tongue out at her and she returns the gesture before collapsing back against the arm of the couch.

“How could I eat so much takeout and still want ice cream?”

“Well you’re in luck, my friend. I went by the ice cream section when I was at the market earlier, and since I know it’s your favorite, I happened to grab a tub of cookies and cream.”

She looks up at the mention of her favorite flavor. “Extra chunky oreo?”

“Only the best for you, dear,” you respond and laugh as she only throws her arms over her face dramatically.

“But I’m still so full!”

“Eh, the ice cream melts in your stomach and fills in the cracks between all the other food. You’ll be fine.”

Poking her head up from the couch, she looks at you disbelievingly. Or like you’re crazy. Or both. “Yeah...I don’t think the digestive system works like that.”

“Oh it definitely doesn’t, that’s just something my great uncle used to say so we wouldn’t judge him for eating ice cream after a big dinner. That side of the family is obsessed with frozen treats. I, unfortunately, inherited that gene.”

“So…..ice cream?”

“Ice cream,” you concur, getting up to grab some bowls of the sweet stuff for the two of you to eat on the couch as you resume the movie that was interrupted by your earlier disagreement.

You must nod off because you wake to your phone alerting you to a new text. It’s Frankie, telling you that he’s on his way to your place to pick Evie up. Door’s unlocked, you reply as an invitation to come inside when he gets here.

You’re only half paying attention to the television when Frankie lets himself in, shutting the door quietly behind himself so as to not disturb movie night. You meet his eyes and nod your head toward Evie, who fell asleep in a pile of blankets on the floor a little while ago, and in the dim light from the tv, you see his eyes soften with a smile.

“She’s out cold,” you murmur when he gets closer to you. You pat the couch next to you, noticing the way he seems a little tired after his night out. “Boys night end early?”

Frankie looks at his watch, squinting to read the time in the low light. “It’s two am.”

“Ah,” you yawn. “That must be why I’m so sleepy.”

Frankie chuckles quietly, accepting the silent invitation to sit down with you. When you scoot closer to him on the couch bringing your fuzzy blanket with you, he can’t help but breathe you in, enjoying this moment, Frankie reaches for your hand that’s now wrapped comfortably around his arm, rubbing circles across the back of it with his thumb.

You watch the movie in comfortable silence for a little while, only half paying attention, before you break it. “D’you have fun tonight?”

Frankie hums an affirmative, leaning his head over on yours against his shoulder as he does so. “Did my two favorite girls have a good time watching terrible movies?” Your comment about bad movies being the backbone for modern cinema dies in your throat when Frankie’s words sink in. His two favorite girls? Plural?

You look up at him, eyes soft, and you know that if he looked down at you right now he would be able to see the adoration on your face, so you press your head further into his shoulder. “The two of us always have a good time.”

Unbeknownst to you, Frankie is watching you with the same adoration on his face, as he can’t help but thank whatever higher powers that he and Evie found you in this little town. As he feels his chest swell with warm feelings, he thinks once again of what Benny said. If Frankie confesses his feelings for you and you don’t reciprocate, things may get awkward, but if you feel the same and he never finds out, he could hardly live with it. Besides, as he spends time with you, Frankie has a suspicion that your feelings may be on the same plane as his.

Frankie’s hand that’s been moving circles across yours stops, and instead, he grips your hand in his, surrounding it with warmth. You turn your face back to Frankie’s and meet his eyes, and the breath hitches in your chest at how close the two of you are. “I think you and I would have a good time too.”

His deep voice in your ear sends a shiver down your spine and your lips turn upward in a gentle smile. “Yeah?” Your voice sounds breathy to you, but you can’t find it in you to care when he’s looking at you like that.

“Yeah,” when Frankie’s nose brushes against yours, you can’t hold in the sigh that leaves your lips, your eyes closing in contentment. When he speaks again, Frankie’s breath ghosts over your lips, and warmth fills you.

“The guys were asking about spending the day with Evie tomorrow, they wanna have some time with their niece before they leave.” You hum softly, prompting him to keep talking. “I was thinking that while they do...it would be nice for the two of us to do something together.”

“Like a date,” you ask, your eyes opening once again. You’d hate to bring that up and be wrong, but your need for confirmation outweighs the risk of possible embarrassment.

When he nods, your fears dissipate and a smile lights up his face in the dark. “Definitely like a date.”

You bite your lip, looking down as your face warms, but Frankie reaches a hand to cup your chin, a silent encouragement to meet his eyes. The heat you find in them permeates you, and you find yourself nodding shallowly. “I’d love to go on a date with you, Francisco.”

“Yeah?” Frankie finds himself asking this time, his heart picking up speed at your affirmative repetition.

With a kiss placed oh so delicately to your forehead as if he’s reassuring himself that you feel the same way, Frankie turns back to the awful movie currently flashing across the tv screen. You follow suit, content to discuss the details of your date with Frankie later, a smile spreading across your cheeks even as you try to suppress it. With Frankie’s hand now back to holding yours and your head on his shoulder, you doze off, the presence of your two favorite people a comfort. And even in your dreams, you can’t wait to go on a date with your grumpy diner owner.

Me, writing another single father AU with one of my favorite characters even though I don't want kids? It's more likely than you think! This idea has been bouncing around in my head for a while (a la Luke and Lorelai except a little different) and I'm glad I finally let it out for y'all. If you enjoyed it, please let me know! And I'd love your recommendations for which Pedro or Oscar character I should write for next. Thank you lovelies for reading!

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into-crazy · 4 years

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horror and chill

Ledger!Joker x Female Reader one shot

Summary: You and J watch a horror flick. Eventually you both grow bored, turning your attention onto one another. You don't make it through the movie.

Warnings- Cursing, NSFW, SMUT, fingering, edging, orgasm denial, light knife play, spanking, use of the word daddy(once), unprotected sex, brief degradation, choking, light blood play, J style fluff, ages 18+

This sort of popped into my head while I was watching a scary movie. I'm a sucker for watching horror movies in the dark. Let's just say my self indulgences deff kicked in with this one whew! Also forewarning, it’s very long.

The month of October has always been a favorite for you. That time of the year when Autumn is in full effect. The air outside is cooled down, where it's not too hot and not quite cold yet. Seasonal items return with a comeback, available to stock up on- whether they be edible goodies or scented candles. Then, of course, there's Halloween. Or spooky season, as the kids like to call it.

That special time where watching horror movies is an absolute must. Ordering takeout, nothing on but panties and an oversized tee, cuddling on the couch with a blanket, turning out all of the lights, and blasting the volume on the television to get the full effect. Yeah, it's one of your most prized traditions.

You and Joker have been together for well over year now. Let's just say he was around this time last year. He knew of your passion for this month, but he hasn't fully experienced it with you. Since that was a point where your relationship- if that's what you want to call it- was still fresh. Too early to establish complete trust and understanding in one another. Actually, you believe that still may be the case for J.

Not that you have anything against it. He's a highly complex and guarded man, he has a difficult time trusting people. In fact, he doesn't. But he's allowed you- and no one else- to come this close into his life, and it's pretty damn close. He trusts you enough and he's trying. There's nothing you'd ever do to betray that. You've come to accept it'll take a longer period before you'd get there fully.

Though it can be rough sometimes, you've had your fair share of fights. But he's never given you a reason to leave. You trust him, you've grown to love him. And while J would never confess to it, would never say it aloud, he adores you. He shows it in everything that he does for you. As for love, you've become aware and accepted that the word doesn't apply to him. He can't love. And that's okay.

Fast forward over to now, already a week into October. It's a Saturday night, and you're ready to continue your cherished routine, but with your beloved J. You've only watched two horror flicks thus far. Both nights had been alone, minus him and the takeout. He's been busy with his usual chaotic jobs, which kept him out later hours into the night. However you don't care about that right now, he called and informed you that he'll be home for tonight's showing.

"An' don't ah, don't ya dare start without me." J warned on the other end of the phone line.

"Well then you better hurry back," you playfully teased into the phone, "I already ordered the pizza and the movie is set to play."

That conversation ended about forty minutes ago. You sat on the couch in your shared apartment, waiting for him. Everything good to go, pizza has arrived, scented candles are lit, movie ready to proceed at the click of a button, and the lights are off- save for the small lamp by the entryway. The overall setting feeling eerily, just how you like it. It also feels quite romantic, which is a bonus.

You're wearing one of J's dress shirts with a blush thong underneath. Wrapped snug in a huge fluffy blanket in your designated spot(rightfully decided by you as this was your apartment first). Since he prefers to keep the apartment cold, you tend to get chilly a lot. Which was fine considering you have J and a vast selection of blankets to keep you warm. Currently, you have the blanket. All that's missing is J.

What's taking him so long? I'm gonna start the movie, I don't care. He'll just have to deal with it.. and I'm not rewinding it either.

You began to ponder while sitting in silence. Fingers tapping impatiently on the remote, debating whether or not you should carry on without him. With a loud huff, you glance over at the pizza box on the small table directly in front of you. In the amount of time you've waited, you managed to eat two slices already.

Then, you heard the familiar ruffling noise at the front door. The sound of the lock hurriedly being turned getting you to shoot your eyes towards it without moving your head. The door swings open and in walks J in all his glory, quickly shutting and locking the closure behind him.

"I'm home-ah!" A lilt in his voice as he exaggerates his arrival.

"You're late," you return displeasingly.

He narrows his glare at you, "well uh, hello to you too."

Rolling your eyes, you motion with your fingers, "I was this close to starting the movie without you. What took you so long?"

J works on shrugging off his plum trench coat. "What can I say? It was such a ah, easy breeze to get here." He throws sarcastically.

Shaking your head, you laugh, "I'm sorry J, I didn't mean to sound rude. I just missed you is all." You really do appreciate the extra efforts he goes through to make sure he gets here safe and undetected. To not be traced or followed. Be it by his fellow rivals, Gotham police, and in some cases- the Batman.

"Yeah doll, I know," he licks his lips, "I know." You watch him remove a few of his other articles to get more comfortable. His face paint isn't too disheveled which tells you his day went rather smoothly. Or as he prefers to call it- boring.

You open up the blanket to make space for him. Patting the empty spot right next to you, "hurry and get over here, pizza's getting cold."

Left in his purple slacks, dress shirt, and socks, he shuts off the last light before making his way over to plop onto the couch next to you. He allows you to snuggle against him. With the cover behind him, he doesn't feel the need to wrap himself in it. You, on the other hand, have your end burrito wrapped over you. Finally, you stick your hand out the blanket to hit play on the remote.

Twenty minutes in, you were beginning to grow less and less interested in the film. Nothing but a predictable storyline with a bunch of weak jump scares. Not to mention the overly cheesy acting. Though it wasn't completely terrible, it had a few good points to it. However this film probably won't make it onto your rewatch list. You failed to previously read the reviews for this one like you normally would when picking a new movie to watch. The plot sounded good when you had read it. Oh well, you gave it a shot.

J wasn't fond of the movie either. He's actually more bored of it than you are. Occasionally would he exhale blatantly or comment on one of the bad moments that came across. This. Is. Torture. He thought to himself staring blankly at the screen. And not the good kind. Alas, he'll bite his tongue and miserably sit through another hour because it is your movie night, and he knows how much this means to you.

You can't help but feel bad for having him sit through this with you- for you. Soon, you lost total interest in the film and your mind began to drift.. elsewhere. To his hand, resting freely between your soft thighs. His palm feels so warm against your flesh. But that's just J- always giving off heat. He's like your own personal heater. Sometimes warming you to the point you don't even need a blanket because it becomes too hot. Speaking of which, you removed the cover, preferring his signature warmth over the fabric's any day.

Your fingers start to brush lightly on his wrists and knuckles. The subtle touch earns you half smile followed with a pleased hum, which you see in your peripheral vision. He hasn't caught on yet, but your need for him is building fast.

You scooch closer to him in attempt to get his hand where you need it most without him catching on just yet. It didn't work, his hand isn't touching you. It's right there, mere millimeters away. Thinking about how amazing his hands feel when he touches you. When he grants you with friction as he rubs your throbbing clit. The wonderful spots he reaches when he relentlessly fucks you with those paint speckled fingers. Curling them deep, making you writhe and cry beneath him.

Clamping his wrist, your breath hitches at the thought. Shit. That was audible. For a split second, you thought you might have blown it. But Joker took it as something from the film frightening you.

"Quiet doll," he shushes, "you an' I both know the ah, movie ain't scary."

Fuck, you can't take it anymore. You want him to touch you. With a slight roll of your hips, you manage to get his hand to brush against your clothed heat. The smallest bit of friction causes you to release a muffled whimper.

J's arm stiffens and his face instantly snaps to look at you. You seize, halting your movement. No question, he felt what you did, sees the burning desperation in your eyes. Tossing his head back, he erupts in a delighted, high pitched cackle. "Oh-" more cackling laughter as he glances at you again, "so that's what that was." A malicious smirk spreads his scarred cheeks. He firmly grips the inside of your thigh, pulling you against him. "What happened bunny? Growin' needy?" Cupping your clothed mound, his fingers rub you teasingly.

"Yeah," you admit, taking your bottom lip between your teeth. Tightening your thighs around his wrist. Would've been no use lying to him when he'd easily seen and felt otherwise.

His rubbing comes to an abrupt stop. He taunts, "Ahh, this was your idea, hm. You were the one keen on a movie night, remember?"

"I know, but-"

"Ah-ta-ta," He cuts you off, "But nothing. This is what ya wanted, so that's what we'll do. We'll ah, sit here and watch."

Suddenly, he lifts you, effortlessly moving you into his lap. You yelp as your back is pressed flush against his torso. He separates your legs apart, you can feel his cock beginning to harden under you, pushing into the plush of your ass. One hand wraps around your chest, to roughly knead your breasts. The other slides under the shirt, gliding over your abdomen, down between your legs. To rub harsh circles on your excited clit through the thinly soaked fabric of your underwear.

"Ahh- fuck!" You whine, throwing your head back to rest on his shoulder, reaching around to grip his green locks.

J starts to kiss and nip his way down your neck. Leaving dark patches into your skin, accompanied by red and white splotches- completely marking you. Once he was satisfied with his marks, he leans closely by your ear. "You're dripping, doll," he whispers huskily, his hot breath brushing against your neck. "Now, you will sit here and watch the flick like a good girl, while I play with this needy little cunt of yours. No fussin' or fightin'. Got it?"

"Mhm, yes sir," you answer. Biting back the urge to smile at the thought of finally getting what you want. Fighting it off because, let's be real here, you know with J, it never comes along that easy. But he always makes it damn well worth it.

"Good, now sit still." He growls lowly onto your neck. With that, he pushed your panties to the side and began his torture. His fingers transitioning from fucking your aching hole to rubbing the drenched digits on your throbbing clit. Whispering twistingly sweet and dirty words into your ear while he slathers your own arousal all over your pussy.

He'd bring you close, on the verge of your orgasm, only to stop his movements entirely. Tearing it away from you before you could fall over that edge into pure ecstasy. You grew more and more frustrated each time he'd do that. Though you haven't fully, but you're rapidly losing your composure. Which already may be broken. Sweat is forming on your hairline, tears are prickling your eyes, your breath is starting to hitch. Starting to want it so bad you're teetering towards retaliating to get what you crave.

Joker's counting on it. He thrives on edging you, demands the control over you. As much as he prefers having you entirely at his mercy, he likes it when you lash back. Finds it rather amusing, makes for something a little bit more interesting. See how far you'll go before you snap so beautifully.

And that's now.

You start to buck your hips against his fingers that are going in and out of your pussy, along with his thumb assaulting your clit. Feeling that powerful knot reforming, you need to orgasm. "Oh f-fuck! Please!" You start pleading, "I-I can't take it anymore. Please J, l-let me cum!"

"You wanna cum?" He hints, removing his chin from your neck.

"Yes, God- yes please!" You cry out, clawing your nails into his thighs. Clamping down to gain better leverage. The wild rolling of your hips gets your ass brushing more against his hardened cock. Your arousal had already soaked through his pants a long time ago.

"Fuck," he hisses through gritted teeth, digging his fingers hard into your hip that's sure to leave an array of dotted bruises. He bucks absently into you, licking a wet, hot trail up your neck. "Mm, dirty girl. So you wanna play that game-ah?"

He moves his fingers faster and harder. Even over the loud volume from the television could the wet squelching sounds deriving from his ministrations be heard. The air filled with the scent of sex- your sex. So desperate and ready to let go and orgasm. It's driving you crazy.

"P-please- Ahh! Can I cum?" You plead. Hoping he'll reward you at least for asking.

"You can cum. Go on, babygirl. Cum on my fingers." He finally grants, fingers continuing to get you to ecstasy.

Well you didn't have to be told twice.

You release with a broken cry, orgasm gushing out onto his digits. Drenching the fabric of his pants beneath you. Your body spasming madly over his own while you ride out your high.

Coming down, J removed his hand from your pussy. His fingers are glistening, coated in your cum. He sticks them into your mouth. "Clean my fingers of the mess you made," he growls the command in your ear. Groaning in approval when you comply. Eagerly licking and sucking his digits clean of your juices. "Come here," he grabs your face, turning your head, making you look at him. "Give me a taste."

He kisses you, shoving his tongue into your mouth to savor the taste of your delectable juices. You kiss him back feverishly. One hand fisting in his hair, the other goes to stroke his cock. Still clothed, still hard. The action causing him to snarl against your lips, "such a greedy little thing. Always ah, wanting more. Ya just can't get enough of me, huh?"

"Never," you huff with a grin, "and telling by this-" you rub him again, "neither could you." His eyes snap to glare into yours viciously. Ohh, he's gonna make you pay for that snarky remark.

With hasty movements, J turns you around so that you're now facing him. Straddling his lap. He tears the shirt that adorned your body open, buttons flying to scatter the couch and floor. Someone's gonna have to sew those back on later, most likely you. He removes the shirt from you, carelessly tossing it aside.

With the large article gone, it granted him with a better view of the mess you made on his custom, pricey slacks. His entire crotch and thigh area is completely drenched in your juices. He gave a sigh which tried to make him sound annoyed or displeased. However, with the straining bulge pushing against you below, you know that was far from the case. His eyes traveled to land on your barley covered pussy, he groaned at the sight. The flimsy fabric of your thong sticking to one of your wonderful, wet lips. Your orgasm, still dribbling out your cunt.

He hooked a finger under the thin strap hugging your hip, pulling far enough only to have it fall and snap against you. Chuckling at your slightly startled reaction. "Bad girl. Misbehaving, talking back, making a mess of my pants? These aren't exactly 'buy at the store' ready. Maybe I should put your dirty mouth to use and have you suck your own juices up, hm?"

"I misbehaved?" You mock a pout, fully knowing what you did. Regardless, asking anyway.

His kneads the plush of your ass roughly. The callousness of his hands making you shiver in his grasp. You may think this position is in your favor, that you could use it to your advantage. But Joker's got you right where he wants you. The stern look in his blackened eyes and the firm hold he's got on you make that known. "You ah- were supposed to make it through the film without so much as a fuss. Remember that?"

"I was?" Your fingers ghost up his chest, "I don't remember that part." Now you're pushing it. He notices the smile threatening to creep your face. One of his hands shoots up to grasp a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back, exposing your marked neck.

"Yes," he acknowledges slowly trailing his lips up your throat, "yes you do. You just chose to be a brat and not listen." His tone is dangerous, and it would've been absolutely frightening had you been anyone else instead of the only person he cares about in his life. Even though he'd never verbally admit that, frustrating as it is for him, he does care. He does. Which is why whenever you feel that tingle dubbed as fear creep up your spine, you still hold assurance. The flesh of his scars brush the underside of your chin, making you moan unabashedly. "Ya know I gotta punish you for that."

J uses his hold on your hair and hip to guide you to lay over his lap, your naked stomach pressed against his wet thighs, and most of all, his erection. He reaches over to the small table beside the couch, plucking an item you assume to be one of his signature knives. The distinct clicking sound indicates you were correct. It's a switchblade.

He drags the razor sharp blade along your spine until it reaches your underwear, almost on the verge of slicing into you. The thrill gets your heart pounding faster in your chest and ears. You love it when he cuts you, and he's aware of that. But this is a punishment, so you won't be getting what you want.. least not yet. Placing it under the strap, he tears the article to shreds, carelessly nicking you a few times in the process. Alright, so the little nicks he can't control. Those just come naturally. Tossing the ruined fabric aside, he palms your ass cheeks, favoring a spot to start spanking. "Count. We'll ah, stop when I decide you've had enough."

His palm came down hard against your ass, sending an electrifying jolt through your entire body causing you to yelp. "One!" You count. The stinging grew worse with each spank. He hit you hard, but it wasn't anything you couldn't bare. Warm tears steamed down your reddened cheeks. It hurt in a wonderful way, your pussy leaking more arousal as it progressed. He continued to spank you until he grew bored of hearing the same cries and whines.

"Last one bunny," he subtly praised, soothing over the bright marks in your flesh that are starting to welt and bruise. With that, his hand came down a final time. This one stinging the worst.

"Fif- fifteen." You manage to rasp, mind overcome with the lust you had building up. At this point you need him inside you. You need his cock buried deep in your aching core and you need him now. "Please f-fuck me J. I need you!" Your body arched into his as you begged.

J snickered, "need me huh? How bad?" His hand went back to your abused ass to shove you forward, so that your pelvis was atop his as he purposely rolled his erection against your painfully heated sex. The friction drawing a long, strained moan from your lips which pleased him. "Tell me bunny. How, how bad do ya need my cock?"

"Bad- oh so fucking bad- I need your cock! P-Please J, please daddy, fuck me!" You practically shout, resorting to the word daddy. A word which you hardly use, but do when need be. And now was a time of great need.

A snarl left his lips as he yanks you off briefly to undo his pants and shove them down. His cock finally free from the uncomfortable confines, he sighs with relief as he takes it into his hand, pumping a few times. The tip, red and angry with his precum beading out. "Get over here now," he growls impatiently.

Wasting no time, you swing your leg over both of his, reclaiming your previous place of straddling him. You grabbed-rather pawed- his shoulders for leverage. His thick head lines up with your dripping entrance, then he pulls you down, driving his length inside with a powerful thrust. Knocking the wind from you as he filled you. Fuck, how he stretched you so good.

After a brief second for you both to adjust- you to his size and him to recompose himself- he instructs you to- "Move."

To which you do. Rapidly bouncing yourself up and down on his cock. Unashamed at the loud moans and whimpers continuously leaving your lips. This was exactly what you needed, and having been denied lots tonight it felt amazing to finally have this. You moved like your life depended on it.

J grunted as he met your thrusts with his languid ones, his hands guiding the movement of your hips. He held back from pounding into you, oh how he's going to pound into you, just not yet. Which means he's definitely in the mood to tease you to an extent, in any and every way that he can. What an asshole.. Your asshole.

Your arms went to wrap around him. To your surprise, he didn't shove them off. Instead, his chin went to rest in the crook of your neck, catching glimpse of the illuminated TV screen. The movie was still on.

"Mhm, you're just a horny little slut, aren't ya?" He sneered. "Can't even get through a movie without having my cock inside of ya."

There was no way you could give him a proper response. So wrapped were you in the exhilarating feeling of him that any words to a sentence you tried to form wouldn't come out. What did manage to slip out was muddled babbling. He snickered at your incoherence.

The female protagonist on the screen started to scream. The shrieking noise caught both your attention, though your actions didn't falter. "This woman's a terrible actor," J criticized the lady, "her scream is so fake, wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes- ah," you return finding your voice, "It s-sure is."

He removed one hand from your hip, gliding it up the valley between your breasts to grip your neck. Glaring menacingly into your eyes momentarily before muttering, "I think you could give me a better one." You knew from his low tone that something malicious just popped into his head. His fingers tightened, "Let's see if you could scream louder than the girl on the screen. Can ya do that for me sweets?"

You nodded feverishly within his hold, "yes J."

Satisfied with the answer, he began driving his cock vigorously up into you. The harsh slapping of skin heard as his hips pound mercilessly against your own. The spontaneous change of pace left you almost completely breathless. Your orgasm was fast approaching. Eyes squeezing shut as he fucked you relentlessly. You screamed, "Oh fuck!"

Your beautiful screams rang harmoniously in his ears like a favored tune. That he could play on repeat over and over and never grow tired of hearing. Your screams and moans are definitely his favorite sounds, aside from explosions and gunfire. He can't help but want more. Crave more.

"Come on doll, get louder," he teases, "I know ya could do better than that." He went to tug your head to the side, exposing the junction between your neck and shoulder. Sinking his yellowed teeth in, biting down hard to draw blood. That was just the push you needed. Your eyes roll back and your walls clench tightly around his length, releasing a shattering scream as you cum violently around his cock.

J lapped the fresh blood from where he bit you. "Hm, that's it," he groaned, "now that's a real scream." He kept going, his pace never letting up. In fact, soon as your hands went to tug at his hair did his thrusts speed up.

You yank his head from your neck to look into his intoxicating eyes, moving to glance towards your blood on his lips. Crashing them with yours to taste that savory metallic flavor for yourself. You take his bottom lip between your teeth and bite down harshly, earning a rumbling groan from him.

He's getting closer and closer to his own peak as you're nearing another. When you feel his thumb move to rub rigorous circles on your sensitive clit, you release his lip with a sharp cry. "J!"

Your walls clamping painfully tight around his throbbing dick, vision blurring as you cum. Nails digging into his broad chest, probably creating tiny bruises under the shirt.

He relishes in the pinch of pain you give him. Combined together with your sinful noises, the sight of your face contorted in ecstasy, and the feeling of your tight warm walls. With that, he buries himself in you and cums hard. A moan mixed with a groan like noise slipping from his lips while he shoots his hot load into your cervix. So much, that some leaks out while you milk him of every last drop.

J collects his breath before lifting your weight up to slip out of you. Your pussy lips are so swollen that his cum isn't even able to drip down once he's out. He sets you onto the couch beside him, getting up to go into the restroom to clean himself and grab a damp rag to bring back to you.

As you regain yourself, you manage to sit a little more up on the couch. Wincing, trying not to sit up all the way due to the soreness already starting to form between your legs. You wrap the blanket around your naked form and silently contemplate. The sex was amazing sure, but you still felt bad for ruining movie night with a terrible movie.

The sound of J coming back in hadn't even registered with you until he waved his hand in your view, tearing you from your thoughts. You blink quickly, offering him a smile to hide it. But J had already seen the small frown when he walked back. And he wanted to know the reason behind it, since it was out of the ordinary. Usually you're always smiling in your post orgasmic state.

"What's carving a frown in ya, pumpkin?" He asks, a hint of concern in his tone as he hands you the small towel. The strange nickname causes you to giggle and he eases knowing you're alright.

"It's nothing J," you say shyly, "I'm just.. I'm sorry the movie sucked. I promise I'll pick a better one next time."

He hums, saying nothing else as he sits back down beside you. Draping his arm behind the couch behind you. Blankly watching the last of the movies end credits while you clean yourself with the rag.

You start to laugh again, "Well, now I really wanna carve a pumpkin. This place could use a couple. How about tomorrow I get some for us to carve?"

He grins sinisterly, "ya know, I'm usually carving into people."

"Pumpkins are less messy. Like, way less." You playfully respond.

"I like messy," he huffs.

"Yeah I know you do." You smile knowingly at him, lightly tracing the hexagonal patterns on his shirt. "I thought it would be fun. You don't have to if you don't want to."

J licks his scars as he ponders on it. Any activity having to do with a carving into something with a knife, count him in. "Ah, what the hell. Alright. What better way then to uh, help me spruce up on my slicing skills." He traces his hand out in front of him, as if he were carving a smile into something. This action causes you to release a genuine laugh. And in that moment, J relishes in hearing yet another one of his favorite sounds~

Woah, so that's the end! I hope you guys liked it. Again, sorry that it was so long. I can't help but make these super lengthy when it comes to smut😭

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littlefreya · 5 years

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Under the Milky Way

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it or parts of the source material and claiming it as your own*

Summary: Henry has been in love with his friend for years. Just hearing her name makes his heart race but he doesn’t know if she feels the same and doesn’t know how to act when he really likes a girl.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC

Word count: 1K

Warnings: None. Fluffy and romantic.

A/N: I’m a good Dom and after (and before) giving you all that rough stuff I’m now treating you with some fluff, because boy you’re gonna need it with all that’s coming... Thanks @agniavateira for doing the beta! Masterlist is here. This is roughly inspired by “Under the Milky Way” by The Church.

Title: Under the Milky Way

He waited so long to finally see her again. Hoping this time he will receive a sign, some gesture, or a hint that will finally shake the earth and give him the assurance that maybe, just maybe she feels the same.

When he saw her tonight his throat went dry, suddenly the simplest words felt complicated and could not seem to form on his tongue. That navy blue maid of honour dress hugs her small form so adoringly as if the fabric itself worships her body. Her hair is half held back by a french braid which circles the back of her head like a small Elvish tiara. Thick, dark waves fall from it, curled at the edge of her lower back.

He tries to avoid staring at her as she takes her place beside the bride. Not wanting to embarrass himself any more than he already did, but his sight is drawn as if by some magnetic force. In his mind, he wants to kneel before her and bow his head like some knight out of a fairytale, to plead to be in the service of this queen.

She is looking at her best friend as they stand in the centre of the stage. She clutches a bouquet of white and pink roses against her chest while her eyes shine. She senses someone looking at her. When she glances at the crowd, her eyes fall on him right away. They share a mutual smile and she forces herself to look away.

They have always liked each other, he has always been kind to her.

Sometimes he would touch her as they sat with friends, a feverish stroke, innocent or by mistake, but that would be enough to make her heart flutter like a huge butterfly in the cage of her chest.

To see him physically hurts sometimes. Especially on a night like this when she is supposed to be happy, yet her heart feels sorrowful.

The ceremony soon ends. The bride and the groom share a loving kiss and she claps her hands with a blissful smile. Their eyes meet again and she can’t help but feel that same chant in her lungs.

Several drinks later they are on the dance floor, dancing with a group of their friends in a large circle. Henry is outrageous in his dance moves. He self-claims to be the worst dancer to ever walked this earth, which is why his moves consist of dramatic hand gestures meant to be parodic. He thinks it’s funny; he is mainly here to make people laugh.

But these are her type of dance moves and she follows him, doing the same. They perform the overly-dramatic gestures while singing along to the sounds of cheesy rock ballads from the 90s.

Friends begin to move away, looking at them as they’re doing their own little thing while shaking their heads and sighing. It’s been clear for the last 4 years, as obvious as a hit on the head. Yet the only people who seem to be clueless are Henry and her.

Another cheesy song ends and Henry laces his fingers in hers as she laughs drunkenly, throwing her head back as she can’t contain herself. The rhythm suddenly slows down and the soft guitar begins to play Under the Milky Way by The Church.

She calls out how much she loves the song. While still holding her hand, he boldly pulls her against him. She puts her head on his shoulder, her heartbeat accelerate, so much that she is certain he can feel the throb against his taut torso.

Sometimes when this place gets kind of empty Sound of their breath fades with the light I think about the loveless fascination Under the Milky Way tonight

All eyes are on them as the beat picks up. The dramatic gestures have been reduced to a slow, rhythmic dance that doesn’t necessarily fit the beat of the music. Unaware of how they are supposed to dance or act, they allow themselves to flow naturally. They’re too drunk anyway, their bodies exhausted and running on steam.

She is crushed against his warm chest, while the classical guitar of the chorus plays. It feels so cosy to be wrapped in the big man’s arms and listen to the music as it plays through his body. The music forces them to depart, or at least she tries, twirling away only to be caught by his hand around her wrist. His eyes are too foggy, his smirk whimsical as he pulls her against him once more.

“Under the milky way tonight…”

He hears her beautiful voice singing along with the words of the song which now just became his favourite song in the whole wide world. He presses his chin against her head, holding her in a moment he wants to have frozen in time. Just him and her, lost in a purple-pink haze of the illusion that he finally told her how he feels and she said she feels the same.

But as soon as the song ends their bodies part. Embarrassing drunken smiles are exchanged, suddenly their eyes are unable to meet. It’s time to go home, each to drift away to their designated drivers. She kisses him goodbye on the cheek and walks away, holding herself from turning back and running to crush her lips against his.

~*~

Come morning he finds a message on his phone. A friend sends him a video. It’s from the night before, him and her dancing in each other’s arms all alone on the dance floor.

“You two are absolute idiots, everybody knows, just ask her out!”

Swallowing deeply, he looks at his large American Akita that peers at him with a bewildered face.

“What do you say, buddy? Take the chance?”

Kal tilts his head in a question and then barks.

She lies on the bed with the cat on her chest, holding back tears that've been threatening to run down her cheeks for hours.

When her phone vibrates on the pillow next to her head she sniffles and picks it up to see who messaged her.

“Can I take you on a date tonight, little one?”

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hanadolphieron · 4 years

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haseul as a girlfriend~

IN HONOR OF OUR QUEEN RETURNING!!

how you met;

ok imagine this

you both go bird-watching

yes, i know, why would you do that, but just hang on

and there is no one else in the park

anyways, both of you think the park is deserted

haseul decides to be haseul and start singing, like full-on belting out notes while walking along, staring at the trees through her binoculars

you almost have a heart attack when you hear someone start opera-singing in the middle of your peaceful afternoon

and try to walk away from the noise

however, haseul is strolling down the path, still staring at the sky, oblivious to you, sitting on a bench next to the path

haseul starts veering off to the side because s h e ‘s n o t l o o k i n g w h e r e s h e s g o i n g

you’re too frightened and weirded out to move

so haseul runs smack into you

and falls all over you, yelling

somehow you struck up a conversation, and it went uphill from there

the basics;

haseul is attached

the most loyal human you’ve ever met; she will truly stick by your side through thick and thin

wants to possess you in a way

likes to label your relationship in theory? like in her mind she loves the idea of being “yours” or “your girlfriend” and vice verse, but if you actually bring it up she doesn’t know what to think of it

her mind is truly beautiful

can and will express every single one of her opinions to you

has a habit of narrating whatever she’s doing to you, it’s a way of connecting

but then she’ll get carried away

and start ranting about her political beliefs and anything under the sun that she cares about

wants to hear your opinions too but like ... let her talk for a while, she needs to let everything out

struggles to fully express her true feelings through her words sometimes

physical intimacy (both fluffy and smexy) is one of her favorite ways of showing love

it’s much easier for her

despite haseul being natural with words and she sounds educated and put-together when she speaks, she still doesn’t feel right?

holds back a little, is what i’m trying to say here

flirtatious and romantic

haseul makes you feel loved

will not stand for anyone hurting you or making you feel uncomfortable

if someone does, they better be ready to catch haseul’s hands 😶

her charisma levels go zoop! upwards whenever she’s in a relationship

it may sound a little ✨toxic✨ for her, because she’s not drawing it from herself, but her confidence improves a lot whenever she’s in a relationship

and you’re really in for it

haseul knows how to fluster people like no one else

so good luck

uses body language a lot, but is excellent with her words

when i say she’s a good speaker, i mean she’s a good. speaker.

loves to rest her hand on your lower back or when you do the same to her

very polite at first, will want to impress you with her manners

balanced relationships!

haseul needs the romantic dynamic to be balanced in order for her to feel happy and secure

headcannons;

she would want to wear matching outfits everywhere

never shuts up about you to all of her friends

vivi has to physically cover haseul’s mouth to make her be quiet

the romantic dinners!!!!! please she’s a leo sun and a libra venus you hecking bet this woman would take you to fancy restaurants, make candlelit dinners, dance under the moonlight with you

all the storybook stuff

i imagine the two of you read books together

you each have your own but read them at the same time

so you can scream about them together

like full on SCREECHING because if you read books like i do, it’s impossible to form sentences when you’re talking about one of ✨those✨ parts

ooooo imagine that you and the rest of loona prepared a surprise birthday party for haseul

because she DESERVES it

and she’s like half-oblivious to all of the planning

too shy to question you about why you are spending so much time with yeojin and vivi (the two main organizers)

but inwardly is so confused

gets overly clingy towards because she does not want to spend time with them

literally 🥺🥺💕💕 at you because she misses having your undivided attention

and after the party she somehow does not put two and two together?

she does not realize that the party was the reason you weren’t spending as much time with her

then you’re driving somewhere the next day and she goes 😶😍

and you’re like ??

she’s a mess okay

nicknames;

-beautiful-

used by both of you because you guys are so supPORTIVE OF EACH OTHER

the flusteredness is too much for the two of you to handle

you both hide your faces and go ahHHHH

yeah

the cheesiness between both of you is ... a lot but we love it

-pickled pickle-

used by you

you ended up calling her this one night

it was 3 in the morning

your brain wasn’t working anymore

you couldn’t remember her name for some reason and you went “pickled pickle! come here!”

haseul was like “wha- me?!?!”

astounded and appalled

thinks you’re cute when you’re sleepy though so she wasn’t all that disappointed that you couldn’t remember her name

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sassytrickster666 · 4 years

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Fluff alphabet : Donny Donowitz

A while back I saw a couple of templates this Fluff Alphabet concept is based on. Unfortunately I cannot remember which(really not intentional, id never copy ideas/templates on purpose) . If you think I've gotten inspired reading your work, please let me know!

A = Admiration (What does he absolutely adore/admire about you?)

-Your ability to always stay calm. It amazes him how you stay calm no matter what happens. When there's an emergency you´re able to keep your shit together and do something about it.

-How ballsy you are. You can't stand when people are being a jerk for no reason and you call them out even if they are twice your size.

-Your reliability. Donny knows you will always be there for him. A thought that calms him and makes him feel warm and fuzzy. You won´t leave him for no reason. You comfort him when he needs it (even if he says he doesn't) and you support him.

B = Baby (Does he want a family? Why/why not?)

Yes. Yes. Yesssssss. I cannot express how much this man wants to start a family with his one great love. Even with all the crap he has seen, the idea of bringing something as pure and innocent as a baby into this world with you is very appealing.

When you're pregnant he´d be giddy. Completely and wholly his. He'd spoil his princess even more than usual. Extra pillow underneath your head, accompanying you everywhere, opening up doors for you. Honestly, his ´helpfulness´ drives you crazy sometimes.

C = Cuddle (how do you cuddle each other?)

-Big spoon. Every time. Tends to throw his leg over yours in his sleep, which in turn makes sure you´re not going anywhere. -Very intense cuddler. Likes to surprise you by grabbing/cuddling you from behind and lifting you up (especially when there's other people present like his friends).

-Really loves it when you snuggle up against him, laying your head on his chest. When you do this it is another reassurance that you feel utterly and completely safe and relaxed when you are with him.

D =Doll (What pet names does he use?)

Doll, babe, sugar, cutiepie , and his favourite; princess.

E = evenings (how do they spend their evening? So they go out? Do they read?)

While he loves hanging out with the boys he loves it even more when you join them. You get along really well with Wicki and Aldo so why wouldn't he try to take you with him? As soon as you guys had the baby he preferred just staying home with you both being wholesome and all.

F = first date (what was it like?)

He took you out to play pool. After both of you getting over your nerves there was lots of banter. He discovered you were better at it than he expected you to be. Tough, you totally did pretend you sucked at first so he had no choice but to show you how to play. He didn't mind ´having´ to be so close to you one bit.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

He tries to be. He is such a bull in a china shop. He's big, he's loud… and secretly quite clumsy. The sheer amount of times he accidentally headbutted you is astounding. He makes up for it by giving you the gentlest of kisses on you forehead when he leaves for work or simply thinks you're being cute.

H = Hands (How does he like to hold hands?)

He likes holding hands, but he prefers it when you hook your arm through his. What can I say, he likes having you close to him. It also makes it easier for him to sneak kisses.

I = Impression (What was his first impression?)

The basterds introduced the two of you. He thought you were hella pretty and had a good sense of humour. The fact that you could hold your own around these men sure said something about you too.

J = Jealous (Does he get jealous easily?) Depends who gets close to you. He never gets jealous when any of the other basterds get near you. You could have Aldo hanging around your neck and Wicki winking at you and he won't give it a second thought. He trusts these boys with anything. However, these are not things strange men should do if they like having nuts. Or eating without a straw. Seriously, he knows you can handle yourself perfectly fine but he just doesn't trust others. He knows what men are capable of and he is protective AF. No one gets near his princess. Not that anyone that knows this huge man belongs to you would try anything.

K = Kiss (How does he kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

He kissed you on the lips first. You´d kissed his cheek long before that. You usually did when saying goodbye. This time he just couldn't help himself. You were so close to him, laughing at his jokes, touching his arm. He kissed you firmly on the lips, waiting for a response from you. Once you realised what was happening and kissed him back he immediately grabbed you and held you close to him, deepening it.

Donny is a passionate kisser and never passes up a chance to kiss you hello or goodbye or goodnight. He also likes to kiss you to assert his dominance over other men.

L = Love (Who said I love you first?)

He looooooves going picknicking with you. Just chilling out in the park or in the woods, enjoying some good food and each other's company. It was one of the first dates you went on and he will never forget the way you looked in your navy coloured dress, smiling up at him. It was the moment he realised he would never let you go. That he loves you to bits. It took him another week or so to casually tell you this when going to bed. As if it weren't anything significant or interesting.

M=Mad (Do you often disagree? What happens if you do?)

You do tend to bicker about the stupidest things. But it's a nice way of bickering. It's usually playful and you just try to convince one another. If you do actually get in a fight, Donny gets uncharacteristically quiet. To be honest, it kind of scares you, even though he would never do anything to hurt you. After you've cooled off he comes up to you to make up.

N = no (what is their pet peeve?)

Loud chewing, rude people, people that clip their nails in public, and socks that get lost in the laundry. WHERE DO THEY GO???

O = Orange (which color reminds him of you?)

This is so utterly fucking cheesy, but the colour that reminds him most of you is red. It is the colour of love. Donny always has been and will be a sucker for cheesy things. He also likes to ask you if it hurt when you fell from heaven. Get matching coffee cups.

P = parent (what kind of parent would they be?)

He's quite protective of his kids, especially of his baby girl. Real papa Bear material. I pity the boy that wants to date his daughter…. He can be tough at times, especially when they did something he really dislikes like being disrespectful or lying. He would never hurt his kids but he would ground them in a heartbeat. That said, he would do anything for his kids as he´d do for you.

Q = Queasy (How they handle being sick or you being sick)

When you get sick, he's such a sweetheart. He fluffs your pillow, gets you medicine and attempts to make you soup to help you feel better (he can't cook to save his life, so you can imagine how well that went). You often tell him you can actually get around and so some chores with a bit of a temperature or a simple stomach ache. He won't have any of that though.

Donny doesn't get sick often, but when he does he is such a man about it.

R = Rainy Day (what does he like to do with you on rainy days?) Stay in. Get cozy. Play games. Have friends over. Have some drinks.

S = smile (what makes them smile without fail) Your face when you have to get out of bed in the morning: a slightly grumpy, sleepy bed head looking up at him. You being overly excited about a pet or animal. You surprising him with a hug.

T = together (how clingy are they? How long do you two spend together per day on average)

Donny works quite a lot and he works hard. He takes care of his family and likes to spend a good amount of time with them (he takes you with him of course ). You don't have a lot of alone time. However, as soon as he comes home from work he quickly makes his way to you to sweep you up in his arms and shows you how much he missed you during the day. He then spends the next half hour following you around in the kitchen.

U = Unencumbered (what helps him relax?) Doing sports (have you seen him?), having fun with friends, he also finds watching you cook or bake (and eatin it afterwards) very relaxing and mostly, actually, having sex.

V = videos (do they take lots of videos or photos during your relationship?)

He keeps a photograph of you with him wherever he goes. It's his lucky charm. You two also keep a small photo album with photos of the most important moments. This includes some pictures of him and the guys, pictures of your wedding day and pictures of your family and kids.

W = Wedding (What is your wedding like?)

It's a given that Donny likes to joke around and pull crazy shit. Not on his wedding day he doesn't. He is a nervous wreck when getting ready. He takes everything going well very seriously. What will you look like? Will you have gotten cold feet at the thought of spending your entire life with his crazy, annoying ass. Are they stupid and ungrounded thoughts? 100 percent. Do they successfully drive him nuts and jittery? Definitely. And definitely a couple sips of Aldo´s bourbon worthy. The wedding itself was pretty simple. The people you loved were there. Traditions were honored and the food was good. Donny couldn't hold back the tiny tear that slipped down his cheek when he saw you in your dress.

X = eXtra (what’s an interesting fact about them that they don’t tell anyone about?) Once upon a time when you were dating he decided to steal your bathrobe to open the door for the delivery guy and he kind of never stopped stealing your bathrobe. Have in mind your bathrobe is really big (for you) and pink. And Fluffy. And Donny is a tall man so it comes up to just about the middle of his hairy thigh. It's hilarious that you actually had to buy yourself a new one.

Y = yuck (what do they hate? Could be a food, sent, word anything)

This isn't really a hard one honestly. The thing he hates most in this world are nazis and bigots alike. It makes his blood boil like nothing else.

Other things he hates are: people that are unnecessarily rude or disrespectful, wet socks, and smelly cheeses.

Z = Zebra (if he wanted a pet, what would he get?)

A dog. He thinks they´re great companions, and you can get crazy with them. Also, he wants a big dog. He doesn't get along with cats at all. Wouldn't know how to act around them. He always gets scratched.

#Donny Donowitz #donny donowitz x reader #donny donowitz imagine #fluff alphabet #donny donowitz fluff alphabet #inglorious basterds imagine

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milkacchan · 4 years

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Request for anon: can you write some fluff and nsfw (if you want) headcanons for a poly bakudeku/reader? the reader is a girl, bakudeku are pro heroes and a hero duo and the reader is a sidekick because she's younger than them [they are 28 she is 20] however they live together because their already dating ;; if you'll write it thank you ;;

Fluffy-

• Izuku and Katsuki have genuinely NEVER been happier. You've completed them.

• There's been some backlash based on the age, but the fact that its 3 of you, all together, there hasnt been much based on that.

• You've been with them about a year and a half, they've been together almost 4.

• It can be a little intimidating, sometimes you feel like you dont have much of a place in what they have, but they always make sure to squash that as soon as the thought comes up.

• You met them through enrollment in their agency. They really had no intention of falling in love when you were accepted, but you were just so full of fire and love that it was impossible not too.

• The difference of personality in normal life versus on the battlefield was incredible. You were normally bubbly, smiley to an extent. You made loads of jokes and laughed whenever you could. Of course you occasionally had those bad days, but everyone does. When it came to the battlefield, you were filled with focus. Tou were serious, harsh, and did whatever you could to reach your goal. You were like 2 different people. However, it usually took you time to get over that after a fight, but you were real good at faking it to the public.

• If you've learned one thing, it's that Katsuki likes physical contact a lot more than he let's on. He's always finding some way to touch you, unless he's at work. Sometimes it's small brushes, other times its holding your hand or hugging you from behind.

• Izuku just loves affection in general. He has no problem being obvious with his affection, less so at work, but it's still there. He'll kiss your forehead and hold your waist, he'll hold your hand- basically however he can touch you, is what he'll do.

• Bakugou likes horror movies, so do you. Izuku does not. He stays in the middle to keep himself secure. Both you and Katsuki enjoy it.

• You're considerably younger, so they're very protective you, not so much in a fatherly way but in a way that makes you feel loved and important. You secretly thrive on the attention you get from them being protective.

• They deadass get a dog for the soul reason of extra protection if they weren't there.

• Expect a lot of dinner dates and cheesy notes (mostly from izuku) and stuffed animals/flowers (supposedly from Izuku but really from Bakugou)

• They gladly feed your indoor plant obsession. Their previously bland apartment had been transformed aesthetically. It was now an indoor jungle. They loved it.

• ahaha the domesticity that came with you loving in was actually amazing. Izukus favorite part (besides you) was the new dishes

• you usually sleep in the middle. You have no problem sleeping on the outside though. Really however they feel like arranging it, you'll go with.

• They have no problem cooking but they like your cooking best, so you cook a little more often then they do. Not that you mind, you really enjoy cooking, especially because that means they do the dishes.

NSFW-

• Izuku Midoryia is a bottom I do not care what anyone says. He has his dominant streaks every once in awhile (and when he does, good LORD) but this man is a bottom.

• Katsuki is a top. 100%. Loves it. He also has his submissive streaks but those are EXTREMELY rare.

• For you, its complicated. You're a switch for the most part. Bottom when it comes to Katsuki, A little more dominant with Izuku (power bottom that shit baby)- but who knows.

• Sex that involved you, is fairly recent, with the 3 of you only being together for about a year and a half, the relationship is still young. You weren't comfortable with sex period until 8 months in. Hell you were too scared to kiss them the first 4 months. You weren't comfortable with sex between the three of you, all together until 12 months.

• They were unbelievably patient with you. They let you take your time, they let you get accustomed to them individually before bringing it all together. They reassured you that you didn't need to feel bad for taking time.

• You're pretty vanilla, Katsuki and Izuku aren't overly kinky so it's not a big deal regardless, you just want to be fucked against a wall at least once.

• Katsuki is happy to provide and Izuku is even happier to watch.

• Lazy morning sex, aka, Izuku and Katsuki wake up first the start doing it next to you while you're asleep and you wake up half way through bc Izuku is loud. Or vice versa.

• Ahahaha Shower sex

• O R A L

• Izuku LOVES oral, he has no problem giving or receiving but he relishes in the pleasure when you're giving him head. He swears up and down he could survive on just your blowjobs alone. He'll run his fingers through your hair, tug at it gently, and praise you into next week.

• Both they're tongues do fucking WONDERS.

• HAIR KINKS

• Shut the fuck up you all love it when your hair is played with or tugged at.

• Izuku likes his hair straight pulled, like yeet that bitch, in bed. You and Katsuki like more soft rugs and threads.

• One time, while Izuku was on a trip, Katsuku was really frustrated at work, both physically and mentally.

• So

• :)

• the MOMENT you stepped inside the apartment with him, you were pinned against a wall, his thigh between your legs and his lips pressed against yours. This lead to mind blowing 'angry(?)' Sex.

• Stemmed your love of just completely getting wrecked :)

#bakugou katsuki #mha katsuki #poly bakudeku x reader #bakugou x reader #bakudeku #midoriya x bakugou #omega bakugou #katsuki bakugo x reader #midoryia x reader #midoriya x todoroki #midoriya izuku #Midoryia x Bakugou #bhna deku #kirishima x deku #bhna manga #bhna kirishima #bhna bakugou #bhna smut #my hero academia x reader

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hansols-yoda-boxers · 4 years

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Ateez NSFW A-Z

Seonghwa

A = Aftercare

Honestly a whole ass KING of aftercare. This man will pull out all the stops to make sure you’re well cared for after sex. He has food prepared, he’ll have everything ready for a bath and soft, clean pyjamas. Even if you’re feeling fine he’ll make sure everything gets properly cleaned up after and he’ll check with you over and over to make sure you feel good before you sleep.

B = Body Part

He likes his smile and his mouth in general. He loves that you tell him you love his smile and how sweet he can be, but he also loves the look you get on your face when you see a smirk on his lips, when you know he’s in the mood to tease you or push you to your limits. He also loves how you get weak for his kisses so easily. On you he loves the small of your back. He loves wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer. He loves how much it makes you weak as he trails his fingertips down your spine.

C = Cum

He honestly doesn’t want to make a huge mess and he’s pretty safe so usually he’s fine to just cum in a condom. He won’t admit how much he loves cumming down the back of your throat but whenever it happens he thinks it's incredibly hot. He won’t cum inside you unprotected unless you’ve been together a long time and you’re both ready for the potential consequences but god damn does he ever love it.

D = Dirty Secret

Usually he’s a soft dom when he’s with you. He doesn’t want to push you too far most of the time. But he wants to deep down. He loves the idea of tying you up and gagging you and maybe even using a blindfold as well. He wants to get more kinky with you but he’s worried you won’t be into the idea.

E = Experience

A few partners. Enough that he has a pretty strong handle on what he likes and doesn’t but not so much that he’s explored all of his potential kinks so there are some things he wants to try out. None of them have been super long term yet either so he’s eager to find someone he can be with longer term and explore more with.

F = Favourite Position

Some form or missionary. When he’s in a softer mood he loves a really traditional position where he can see your face and kiss you and gaze into your eyes. When he’s in a rougher mood he’d have you on your back while he’s standing and he pounds into you with a fire in his eyes.

G = Goofy

Not overly goofy. He’s either really soft for you or has a burning passion and is very intense the whole time. When you giggle he worries something is wrong or you’re nervous and it throws him off, he prefers a more serious setting for sex.

H = Hair

Well groomed. He’d keep his hair really short since it looked nicer to him and it’s just easier to keep it clean.

I = Intimacy

He’s so romantic some days it’s cheesy. Less so on the passionate days when you’re both just trying to get each other’s clothes off but when he’s feeling soft for you he’d be showering you in praise and taking the time to show love to every inch of your body.

J = Jack Off

More than he likes to admit. A few times a week when he can, but when they’re really busy he’s fine with once a week or a little less. He can be flexible and of course when he’s tired its a lot less because he’d rather be sleeping.

K = Kink

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L = Location

This clean and orderly boy likes doing it in bed. He can prep and lay down towels if he has to and just make sure everything is ready to go. He’s not the most spontaneous with sex. That being said he will try in the shower so long as you have a mat on the ground so you don’t slip.

M = Motivation

Lowkey, and he won’t say it out loud, but you being sweet. He has a bit of a corruption kink so even if you’ve done it in the diriest of ways it still gets him going when you act a little innocent or sweet and it’s even worse once you figure that out because you play it up just to get to him.

N = NO

Anything really messy. So he’s not really a fan or period sex if you have a period. He also wouldn’t want to try anything that involves bodily fluids other than cum considering he doesn't really like covering you in cum either.

O = Oral

He loves both giving and receiving. He definitely won’t turn down a blowjob and the sight always gets to him so much, but he also loves being between your legs. He learns your body pretty easily and pretty quickly and he knows pretty fast how to have you coming undone on his tongue and it always makes him feel so smug to have you pulling his hair and moaning his name.

P = Pace

Usually on the slower side. He likes to savour his time with you and he wants to feel every movement. His thrusts are usually slower but steady and deep. He’ll always find that angle that let’s him get the deepest and he loves when both of you are moaning for each other and he can feel your nails scratching down his back.

Q = Quickie

Not really into quickies. He’ll only do them if you’re really into them but he hates not having time to do it properly and he’ll end up worried after that he left too fast and that you won’t be alright or will feel used so he just prefers to wait until he can devote an evening to you.

R = Risk

Not the most risky. He k n o w s he will not live it down if he gets caught with you. His members know about you sure, but if anyone walked in on you in a risky spot they will not let him forget it ever so he’s really careful about that sort of thing. He is willing to experiment in the bedroom and try new things though, especially when the ideas are super exciting to you.

S = Stamina

Fairly normal. He’ll usually really get into the foreplay to really draw it out. But he can only go one round at a time and then needs a break if you want to do anymore and he’ll usually get pretty soft and cuddly in between rounds.

T = Toy

He doesn’t think of it himself because he doesn’t have his own toys but if you give him the idea to use toys on you he’ll fall in love with it. He thinks it’s a lot of fun and especially so when you’re blindfolded so you don’t know what’s coming next.

U = Unfair

Oh he definitely likes to tease you more than he likes to be teased. He will take the teasing from time to time but he prefers to be the one handing out the teasing and not the other way around, though the confidence when you’re teasing him is undeniably sexy.

V = Volume

Not crazy loud but he does make sound. He usually has quiet, breathy moans and sometimes some low groans along with a lot of breathy praise and murmurs of your name.

W = Wild Card

He really will never realize when you’ve learned how to play him like a fiddle. When you act innocent and call him sir it really gets him going every single time and when you throw in just a hint of brattiness it’s like a dream come true and the poor boy never realizes you’re doing all of it on purpose to get exactly what you want from him.

X = Xtra

He really will go all out in the romance category. He loves to take care of you and when he has the time he’ll pull out all the stops with new lingerie, food ready for afterwards, bath stuff and fluffy towels, candles, rose petals, romantic music. He loves putting in the effort for you.

Y = Yearning

Not crazy high honestly. If you guys were living together and had time he might like to have sex two to three times a week but when it comes to his schedule he’s really flexible. If it’s not super often that’s okay.

Z = ZZZ

He doesn’t get tired right away. He can stay up really easily and usually jumps into taking care of you as soon as you’ve cum and are coming down from your high. He can’t fall asleep until he knows you’re comfy and happy.

#3k celebration #ateez imagines #ateez headcanons #ateez smut #seonghwa imagines #seonghwa smut #park seonghwa imagines

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faecaptainofdreams · 4 years

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~~Laetus~~ Laetus, pronounced "lay-tuhs," is a Latin term for "colorful, joyful, glad," and most prominently, "lovable." This bizarre moth spirit was recently accidentally summoned to Earth-616 during a little magical mishap at Kamar-Taj. Sometimes opening portals invites in strange visitors, but given this one was so fluffy and seemingly harmless, Stephen allowed him to stay. As it is, he couldn't convince him to go back. Laetus is semi-sentient. A good example of how he behaves would be like a washed out, less insane version of GIR from Invader Zim, and even with a similar voice. But Laetus is considerably more intelligible, as his learning capability and memory retention are quite impressive. Still, this doesn't exactly make him intelligent. Consistently bearing a derpy, happy face and cheerful disposition, Laetus has been welcomed to residency in the Avengers facility, sharing run of the building, coming and going as he pleases. Strange would've kept him in Nepal, but the little imp kept getting into magical equipment, and so the Sorcerer Supreme deemed his presence unsafe for everyone. He's almost like a self-sufficient pet Laetus breaks the occasional thing, but isn't overly destructive nor does he take up space. His eating habits are various, with him eating more for pleasure and out of curiosity than real necessity. Sometimes he'll ingest that which isn't food, and thus he will puke it back up. "Lovable" comes quite befittingly, as Laetus has a secret power; the ability to pass his joy on to others, and typically make them laugh. With his almost hollow, wide moth eyes and high voice that bears resemblance to having some sort of impediment, his affect on others comes directly from his face and odd vocals. Not every word he says will make someone laugh, but much of what he says or learns to say, combined with his silly antics, more often than not causes most or all who witness to giggle or laugh. Laughter intensity varies among individuals, and though the effect may not last or create a permanent good mood, it's definitely good for breaking up tension and easing a troubled mind. After some exposure, Strange has noted that during a serious moment where he's trying to sort something out, whenever Laetus interrupts and causes him to laugh, once he becomes serious again the answers he sought become more clear. He speculates the moth's energy has a resonant mental cleansing capacity. Aside from causing laughter, Laetus' nature draws in those whom he encounters, which may or may not be a defense mechanism in its own right. He is charming and cute, and with that silly voice he appeals to most everyone, which in turn keeps him safe. Were he not so endearing, he would most likely be annoying otherwise, but there are people who do see him as annoying for the most part. But again, this all depends on individual personality traits, energy sensitivity, and comical preference. More serious or mentally damaged individuals are less likely to succumb to his charms, but even then, they often take too much pity in his nature to harm him. Whether or not Laetus is aware that his affects on others aid him remains a mystery, though it's popularly assumed that he is not aware. A side effect of his cuteness and magnetic appeal to others is that when he's trying to be serious, the adorable and comical voice tends to only make those whom he runs to for help laugh. Of course, no one laughs at him directly; they're laughing because his energy just brings them that unbridled joy, and they find him humorous. It's nothing intended to be insulting, or to make fun of him for being different. When times are serious enough, if he deeply needs someone to pay attention or is trying to alert them to trouble, he will quietly point to the thing he is warning of. Overall, Laetus is very accepted and loved, seen as something of a stay-at-home companion, though once in a while he will sneak into someone's luggage and stowaway if they leave for someplace else. On another occasional, he hid in Harlow (OC)'s backpack and infiltrated her school, causing the mutant a rather difficult day. ~~Personality~~ He is generally innocent in nature, blindly repeating things he hears on tv shows or YouTube videos, whether it's appropriate or not. He does appear to be conscious of the fact that he consistently makes others laugh just by talking to them, even when he's trying to be serious, but this isn't something he abuses. Laetus tends to refrain from being around 24/7, and he doesn't constantly butt in. He's friendly, generous and rather spontaneous. ~~Physiology~~ Laetus is plushy, covered in soft fur, and is roughly the size of a small dog. He has three fingers and a thumb per hand and four toes per foot. The antenna on his head are thick and long, indicative of his gender. His tail is fat and plump with an extended bone running through to the tip of it (he's a vertebrate). Unlike a standard moth, his intimate exits are not in his tail; they're where ours are. Laetus is 2 and 1/2 feet tall and weighs roughly twelve pounds. While moth and butterfly wings are covered in small, powdery scales, Laetus's are as well, but they're not so fragile, nor do the scales flake off. In fact, when he doesn't consciously need them to be stiff and fly-worth, they are flexible and very resilient, and can sometimes even be folded like paper. When he needs them to straighten out, they do it naturally. Because interdimensional moth spirit magic. When he flies, his wings beat rapidly, making a constant flapping sound. Like a regular moth, when his muscles need to be warmed up for flight, he will vibrate his whole person...which tends to make everyone laugh, especially considering he often hums while doing it. As you would imagine, Laetus is not overly coordinated when he flies and is susceptible to bumping into things -- most recently a ceiling light and blowing it up while trying to make off clumsily with a can of cheesy pringles he jacked from Sam and Steve in the kitchen. Needless to say, his attempt at pringle piracy was a bust, and it was hilarious. But just for his effort, the boys shared the chips with him, and made sure he didn't cut himself when he landed in the pile of glass from the shattered light. Though he flies similarly to a normal moth in terms of being a klutz, he definitely understands momentum and knows how to swing in its favor to get where he needs to go. Taking off is generally the hardest part of flight for him and is when he is most accident-prone, but once stable he can maintain consistent flight for hours, and even hover in place, and fly backwards or upside down. Laetus is surprisingly durable. This isn't to say he's indestructible, as he is a flesh spirit, but he can take a beating and his skin doesn't break easily. When cut, he bleeds blue, but heals quickly and naturally. Experience suggests he has an uncanny ability to absorb shock, for when he hits things at a high velocity he tends to just bounce straight off of whatever it is he hits. Considering his cuteness and apparent vulnerability and naivete, resilience to otherwise fatal encounters are extremely benefiting to him. Laetus doesn't appear to be strictly diurnal or nocturnal, as he sleeps off and on when he desires, preferring to nap occasionally as opposed to sleep hard for hours on end. This enables him to be awake day or night, though the others will note he seems particularly mischievous when the sun goes down. He isn't overly attracted to lights in a standard setting, but if he is in darkness and sees a single light, he will go to it out of curiosity. Laetus feels feelings just like us, including but not limited to satisfaction, curiosity, joy, sadness, pain, and fear. When he's afraid, he'll simply get quiet and lay flat with his antennae flat, and will say nothing. If Laetus is frightened, the entire mood tends to be brought down. It's ominous times if Laetus senses trouble and doesn't alert someone with a resounding "Oh no!" He can belch...like a man. It's not even a joke, but it is hysterical. He makes his friends proud every time... Most of them. ~~Preference~~ While Laetus has shown curiosity in anatomy, this is more childlike and immature. He has no real preference or urge to mate. He understands anatomy, though, and has a shockingly vivid grasp on sexuality, gender identity and reproduction.

#Marvel oc #MCU #moth #moth oc

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hi !! can i get a romantic haikyuu matchup with ♫︎ + 𑁍 please? she/her pronouns, i'm pan, infp, with a libra sun+moon ! i'm introverted, very chill and free spirited, also very patient, to the point that i'm sometimes a doormat :/ i'm in touch with my emotions, i'm usually quiet but can get really talkative when excited. i get in my own head a lot and have a hard time asking for help. cursed memes and playful banter are my cups of tea, and i'm not easily flustered (but that's probs partly bc i'm kinda dense oof). 🃏 [1/3]

i do competitive debate and it's kind of my sport! i'm a theatre kid too, i absolutely love performing! i'm bilingual and learning french, i love classic books, philosophy, and cats. i'm a pop culture nerd! i speak very animatedly. sharing songs is a love language for me. i think i'm very supportive towards my friends, i don't always give advice but i always try to be there for them as much as i can (even if i nag them sometimes).🃏 [2/3]

i love writing analyses on media i like! i'm especially into stuff that has lots of themes and focus on character psyche, i like picking them apart. i also like fashion and playing uke! i don't have an ideal type for an s/o, all i ask is they understand when i'm super busy and need to be alone to recharge, but also know when to call me out when i'm trying to burn myself out lol. i like spontaneous, spur of the moment dates! this got long hshs but thank you sm and hope you have a great day !! 🃏 [3/3]

♡ matchup for anon

haikyuu: i match you with . . .

tetsurō kuroo !!

• i'm convinced you'd go great with Kuroo, and that you're exactly his type! relaxed and quiet yet fun, you'd catch his attention quickly.

• he adores your analytical, nerdy side but also your funny and free-spirited personality. definetly the type to playfully make fun of you for those traits to express his affection tho (until you point out he's just as much of a geek himself)

• being Kenma's friend, he has no problem getting you out of your head and laying out the facts. he'll help you focus on smaller goals to keep you from burning out. taking breaks is obligatory and if he's not there himself you guys will have video chats to take your mind off work. his dedication knows no bounds, trust me.

• boy is super vigilant about your health but not in an annoying naggy way. he sends you reminers to drink water and have a meal because he doesn't want his dearest person hurting herself (｡╯︵╰｡)

• you guys met at a debate competition. Kuroo didn't really want to be there but he was recruited by his peers to fill in for another person from the debate club who couldn't make it. he's always this kind, right?

• funny thing is that you never had an "official" debate but instead one in the corridor of the building the competition was held in. you were trying desperately to get a drink stuck in the vending machine when Kuroo came to your rescue.

• he taught you a useful hack how to get those things free but also teased you about not asking for help sooner you know he had to

• you ended up arguing over whether or not it was okay to ask strangers for help. it was dumb and far from any structured debate, but it was fun! Kuroo really had a bast seeing you switch from your polite ways to excitable chatter during your conversation and knew immediately he liked you.

• so, you exchanged numbers and social media before parting ways. getting together as an official couple no doubt took a while but that only resulted in a relationship that was all the more sound and comfortable for the both of you (*´▽`*)

• if anyone plans to take advantage of your politeness, Kuroo will just stare at them over your shoulder with that smile of his. i assure you no one is going to take advantage of you on his watch! "hmm? what was that you were about to say? let us hear it."

• you playfully tease each other on daily basis, light-hearted banter and snarky remarks, but by god when he tries to be the slightest bit more romantic you completely miss the point. rip Kuroo he's taken it as a challenge to make you flustered and will stop at nothing.

• you guys would have so much fun debating over everything from philosophy to ridiculous opinions such as whether cheese goes before or after the ham on a sandwich.

• gets all smug when you start being more talkative with him because you're showing a special side to yourself, hehe.

• has the s o f t e s t smile on his face when he listens to you talk !! like, resting his chin on his palm and leaning in, hanging on your each and every word while thinking how precious you are ♡︎

• can't forget about all the cursed memes you send each other in the middle of the night! not mention how you have entire conversations in them??

• it's completely all right if you don't have advice to give. when Kuroo's feeling down you being there is all be needs ♡︎ your presence alone is enough to remind him everything is going to be okay.

• !! sharing earbuds during bus, car and train rides !! change my mind. he especially likes it if you rest your head on his shoulder all the while, it makes him feel happy that you trust him so much. plus the fluffy intimacy.

• once he tried doing the same to you but he's kinda heavy so eventually you had to tell him to lift it. but in exchange, you let him lay his head on your lap. he actually prefers it that way now.

• such an overly dramatic couple honestly. if one of you starts acting dramatic, the other will jump the bandwagon no questions asked. yeah . . . your friends don't third-wheel on your dates much . . .

• your dates include shopping for fashion (imagine trying to style his hair to fit with the rest of his outfit but the last second it just goes poof), aimless "we'll figure out a date on the way there" drives, trying out funky science experiments from youtube, donating blood, pillow fort parties and childhood movie nights ♡︎

♫︎ music box

— Yellow by Coldplay

— Nicholas Sparks by Kinda Collective

— Sweet Talk by Saint Motel

— Backyard Boy by Claire Rosinkranz

— Dance, baby! by Pablo

𑁍 jewellery box

— favourite memory with you

afrer a big volleyball game victory Kuroo had decided to cofess to you. it was the perfect opportunity, he was feeling the most confident and ready. so, after the celebration with his teammates he invited you over to his place where you'd get some peace and quiet. however, before he got to say what he'd been agonising over for months now, you asked to play a song for him. you had written it yourself, especially for him, for this victory and your own confession! boy was absolutely shooketh but all the more smitten. he almost cried you were so perfect shh it was you both laughed as he said his confession right after ♡︎

— favourite activity to do together

i said it before and i'm gonna say it again: Kuroo loves playfully bantering with you. your wit never ceases to surprise him but it also gives him an excuse to throw an arm around your shoulder and get even closer to you ♡︎ as for actual activities i wanna say simply hanging out with you is more than enough for Kuroo because it's then when you're the most relaxed. it also leaves room for more spontaneous dates, your adventures are always new and exciting!

— favourite place to kiss you

Kuroo is a tease and will kiss you anywhere but the lips (or any other place you want him to). he loves giving you kisses but in most situations you might think he lives to see your pout or glare as he takes his time. in the end though, his kisses are the sweetest, meant only for you. in conclusion, i think his preferences very much shift according to yours.

— favourite nicknames to call you by

okay i know 'kitten' is very popular in the fandom, and i think since you like cats he enjoys calling you by it. but the nicknames he likes calling you by the most are usually in foreign languages, like 'chica' 'ma cherie' etc. if you like nicknames then do i have good news for you because cheesy ones as 'hunny bun' and 'boo' are also on his list!

— favourite thing about you

your sense of humour, among other things, is something Kuroo finds endearing about you! it's very similar to his own so he thinks of it as something that connects the two of you. also, the fact that you're in touch with your emotions is precious in his eyes. it's not common these days so you're a special treasure to him ♡︎

♡︎ runner up: Rintaro Suna

hihi! here i am doing requests hahahahaa . . . right. no excuses. i am terribly sorry for the wait so i'm trying to improve the quality of these in an attempt to make-up for the mega long wait. i sincerely hope you see and loke this!! stay safe and remember to be kind to yourself ♡︎

#len's matches #matchups #haikyuu matchups #🃏anon

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spiderman-homecomeme · 5 years

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lovely weather (for a sleigh ride together)

my secret santa present for @scoliatrash! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, my dear!! I hope you enjoy all the fluffy, cheesy goodness!! Have an amazing day! <3

@spideychellesecretsanta

“Remind me again–and this is in no way me saying that I don’t wanna go–but… why exactly are we doing this?”

Peter shifts slightly under MJ’s gaze from the passenger seat, the car suddenly feeling approximately a thousand degrees hotter. He chuckles, then clears his throat, his hands flexing against the still-cold steering wheel, hoping he doesn’t seem as nervous as he feels.

But keeping his eyes trained to the winding roads in front of them, drumming his thumbs at ten and two, he finally glances over.

“…Because.”

Yup.

Totally inconspicuous.

He’s never acted more naturally in his life.

Her expression falls as she fixes him with a deadpan stare.

A light laugh bubbles up out of him all on it’s own. “Because….” He repeats himself, voice trailing off, mentally scrambling to find anything that wasn’t the real reason for this two-and-a-half hour journey into the country. “I thought it would be fun!” He finally spits out, though he doesn’t relax just yet. From the corner of his eye, he can see MJ staring, sizing him up, calculating.

For some reason–gee, wonder what it could be–he feels compelled to just keep talking. “Plus! You said you’d never been on a sleigh ride before–like a real one, with jingles bells and everything–so, I thought, well, we absolutely had to fix that.”

Which wasn’t technically a lie. Peter thought a ride in a how-ever-many-horse open sleigh was something everyone had to experience at least once in their life. Sitting bundled up with loved ones in the back of the sleigh, the cold winter wind biting at your cheeks and nose, oh-so-festive ringing of the sleigh bells, the horses’ hooves in the snow–it was something you just couldn’t experience the same way without getting out of the city.

Ben and May had taken him once, a long time ago, when he was just a kid. They hadn’t done it again, being as even just an hour ride can cost more the Parker’s could afford, but it’s a memory that always brings a fuzzy warmth to his chest. It’s something that he’ll always treasure, something that he’ll always be grateful for.

But, sound as all that was, it wasn’t the real reason.

No, the real reason was currently in a tiny black velvet box nestled deep in his pocket.

MJ didn’t need to know that.

But it wasn’t as if his proposal was going to be a surprise by any means. For months, even years now, they’d talked about marriage. There was a whole timeline and everything. Year four into the relationship, they moved in together, and now it had been nearly a year and a half of that. Engagement, they’d decided, would come towards the end of undergrad. Then, there would be another two-ish years of wedding planning before the big event would actually take place.

Obviously, this wasn’t a strict timeline by any means; in fact, it acted as more of a guideline, something they could loosely follow. They’d already broken it once, moving in together six months after they’d originally planned to, so an engagement just before their last semester starts was still in the ballpark.

Now, MJ had expressed before that he didn’t have to propose at all, that she would be perfectly fine with just going out to buy a ring together, posting on instagram or something, and calling it good.

But, on the other hand she also knew that Peter would want to do something more… well, grand.

Which she was also perfectly fine with.

All that mattered to her was being engaged to Peter. Why, where, or how that happened? She couldn’t care less.

Even then, however, as much as she loved and sometimes tolerated Peter, there were still some rules.

But…

Peter was willing to chance it. More than willing. In fact, this was the type of proposal he knows for a fact that she’d be 100% okay with, even with the conditions.

One, MJ loves animals. All animals. Each and every one. There’s not a dog, cat, hamster, guinea pig, bird, lizard, or bug she didn’t like, or that didn’t like her.

“They’re better than people,” she’d once said, holding her grandmother’s wild-eyed tabby in her arms, the normally overly grumbly cat purring contentedly. She just had a way with the world’s furry, feathery, and scaly friends--something he’d seen all those years ago with the terrifying pigeons in Venice.

Two, and this was important, this would not technically be in public, or in front of her family, two of the only conditions MJ had set for this.

No crowds.

No getting down on one knee at Thanksgiving or Christmas. Or any major holiday for that matter.

Or her birthday.

No ifs, ands, or buts.

And it--this proposal, right here, today--was neither of those things. The only audience they’d have being the one driving the sleigh, a lovely old man (a one Mr. Matthews) that Peter briefly talked on the phone with about this whole thing. Sure the older fellow was excited about the prospect of a young love, a new engagement, but it was clear that this wasn’t really something he was going to lose his mind about.

“Hmm.” He hears her hum quietly as she angles her body forward, though she doesn’t seem to accept his answer, and rightly so.

It’s odd; he fully expects her to keep poking at him, to ask him why he’s being so weird or, “weirder than normal,” even though she probably has an inkling as to why he’s acting so strange.

And honestly, at this point, he’s almost 60% sure she knows exactly what’s going on.

Oh well.

But surprisingly, she doesn’t grill him for the rest of the drive. Instead, they sit in a comfortable (well, at least she’s comfortable) silence, just enjoying the beauty of the emerging country around them, thankful for the cleared roads as the snow falls peacefully outside.

Though, as beautiful as it is, that ring in his pocket is making him feel like his stomach is about to fall right out of his ass.

He almost–almost–relaxes when he sees the rustic wooden sign at the top of the hill, knowing that soon he’ll be able to get out of the car. But then, when they actually pull in and park, when they actually step out into the cold winter air again, that feeling comes right back. It annoyingly stays when they enter the main building to check in, when Mr. Matthews leads them to the stables and to the sleigh lead by two large brown horses

He almost doesn’t hear the driver telling them the mares’ names over the sound of his own heartbeat thumping in his ears.

“Meet Juniper and Peanut,” the old man says, warmth in his tone as he moves to adjust the sleigh bells on the collars.

“Oh my God, they’re so fuzzy…” MJ, in awe at the massive animals, mutters under her breath, close to Peter’s ear.

“Yeah…” Peter agrees, his voice breathy, as he scratches the back of his neck.

Without any prompt from either her boyfriend or their driver, Michelle walks up to the animals, hand carefully held out as she allows the two horses to smell her first.

“Now, Juni here is a bit more of a grump. Bit more aloof. But Peanut, she loves pets. And treats. More than anything.”

Michelle huffs out in slight amusement, nodding once in understanding, though not looking away from the two horses.

Juniper sniffs once before glancing away, her curiosity gone almost immediately and replaced with moderate disinterest, while Peanut revels in the attention, pushing her nose into MJ’s outstretched hand.

And again, Peter just about forgets why he’s so nervous, becoming too distracted by the soft smile on his girlfriend’s face, the way that expression breaks into a toothy grin when the other, more emotionally distant mare starts to gently nudge her arm for the same attention.

Though that brief moment of internal calm is shattered by Mr. Matthews ushering them into the back of the sleigh.

“You know, I’ve actually never been around horses before?” MJ asks as they climb into their seats, the driver reaching back to hand them a thick wool blanket for the ride.

“Really?” Peter asks, the knot in his stomach still ever present.

Mr. Matthews urges the horses onward and into the snow with a soft click and a flick of the reins.

MJ nods, scratching at her eyes. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure my last experience with them was that cartoon horse movie Matt Damon was in, like, forever ago.”

Peter’s brows crinkle in slight confusion and faint recognition.

She answers her own unasked question before he can even open his mouth to speak. “Spirit.” She snaps her fingers “That’s the one.”

In spite of his nerves, he can’t help but laugh at that, though he can’t help but notice that slight chatter of her teeth when she speaks as they ride out into the farm.

“You cold?” He asks, maybe a little bit dumbly.

She shakes her head. “Nuh uh.” A shiver. “This weather is just lovely.”

He chuckles lightly, and wordlessly, he scoots closer to her, taking her hand in his and interlocking their gloved fingers together, his heart soaring at the comforting warmth that comes from just how grand it feels.

While it is the perfect weather for a two-horse sleigh, the winter chilled air nipping at his face, his cheeks, his nose, turning them a shade of red (one that he knows Michelle would probably tell him was “cute”)... it almost would have been too much for him.

But again, there was a reason they were here, and besides, with MJ...

He wasn’t gonna let this cold bother him.

He gets this uncontrollable, dumb grin on his face, and he snuggles closer to her.

“Lovely with you.”

To that, she fakes a gag, sniffling slightly as she tries to pull her hand away from his. “Ugh, gross.”

“Oh, sorry. I’ll stop. I’ll stop,” he gives the empty promise, throwing her a sly wink before squeezing her hand.

A few beats of a peaceful quiet pass, the only sounds being the ringing of the bells and the crunch of snow. The snow falls around them in delicate, fluffy flakes, the stray ones being caught in his girlfriend’s curls.

She leans her head against his, and he can almost feel her soft smile as he leans right back.

“Is it okay if I sing a carol, or something?” Peter asks, the humor in his tone earning him a light smack on the arm.

MJ sits back up, her glare almost menacing, save for the twitch of a barely amused smile tugging at the corner of her lips. She opens her mouth to speak, but is suddenly overcome, her eyes screwing shut, with a powerful--

“ACHOO!”

Peter nearly jumps. “Bless you?”

“Thanks.” MJ clears her throat, sniffling again.

And it’s amazing that Peter hadn’t noticed in the nearly ten minutes they’d been in the sleigh; the whites of her eyes were almost entirely red, the bags under them slightly puffy. “You good?” He asks.

“Yeah!” MJ lies. “Yeah! I’m good. Just... some.... uh, sniffles. I guess.” She sneezes into the crook of her arm again. “Or, I don’t know, maybe it’s a minor allergic reaction to something. It’s fine.”

Peter wracked his brain for what that allergy could be; it wasn’t nuts, that he definitely knew, being one, that she didn’t have a history with that, and two, they hadn’t eaten anything of the sort. Dogs and cats were out of the question... so was... basically everything else... but...

The loud whinny of one of the mares cuts through his little internal monologue.

Ah ha!

“Are you allergic to horses?”

MJ’s lips quirk into a quick frown and she shrugs, sniffling again. “Maybe?”

“Can you be allergic to horses?”

“You can be allergic to anything.”

Very true.

And just like that, the guilt hits him like a train, seeing MJ suddenly looking so incredibly miserable and tired, sounding so congested, all because of his big, stupid, grand plan of proposing on what was supposed to be a romantic sleigh ride.

“Don’t you dare apologize,” MJ cuts in before he can even think so say anything.

He opens his mouth to speak, dumbfounded.

She continues. “It’s fine!” Sniffle. Sneeze. “It’s honestly fine. Don’t worry about it.”

Peter’s quiet for a moment, offering a silent, conceding nod.

His brow furrows in thought as he bites at the inside of his lip; he can’t in good conscience keep her out here just so he can carry out this little fairytale proposal he’d had thought out for so many months. It wouldn’t be right. She didn’t need him asking her to spend the rest of her life with him; she needed to go home, take some benadryl, maybe have some herbal tea, and get in bed.

Another day, perhaps.

“Do you wanna go back?” He finally asks, defeated.

She starts to shake her head before he even finishes that question, clearing her scratchy, barb-wire throat. “No! This was what…. 200 dollars? We’re not going back just because I can’t handle a little horse dander.”

“...Are you sure?”

“Yes.” She grabs his hand again, pulling him back to her. “Now, calm down, Mother Hen, I’ll be okay.”

It takes some major coaxing on MJ’s part, but Peter does eventually come around, his worried, fleeing glances finally stopping after a few more minutes of dashing through the snow. For a moment, he thinks that maybe the plan, the entire day, hasn’t been ruined at all. Maybe this could all still work.

It’s all so enchanting, and they both seem to forget about the funny little allergies that came out of nowhere. They brace themselves as the sleigh nears the top of a small hill, and Mr. Matthews throws a playful warning over his shoulder. The couple laughs again, holding each other tight as the horses pick up speed on the way down, the wind whistling right past them, snowflakes covering their faces. The shimmering snow around them is nearly blinding, a stark contrast to the deep green of the surrounding trees.

Peter hears Mr. Matthews’ “Giddy-up!” followed by Michelle’s joyful, exhilarated holler as they descend another small slope; his heart nearly bursts at the wide, uninhibited smile plastered on her face.

When they come upon a clearing, and the horses slow to a gentle walk, Peter knows, right then and there, that it’s time. That this is right. Allergies be damned.

Oh, good God.

“MJ,” he says without even giving it another thought, immediately turning to face her, his expression serious.

He swallows as she waits for him to speak, eyes slightly wide. “What’s up?”

This was a lot easier said than done…

Clearing his throat, he briefly looks down at their joined hands. “MJ,” he says again.

“Yes?” Her head tilts a fraction as she glances from side to side, growing more and more confused by his strange behavior by the second.

“I--” He sighs, finally keeping his gaze on hers, willing himself to just keep going.

He wasn’t sure why he was so nervous. It wasn’t as if she would actually say, “no.” Again, this was something they’d talked about for months and months. This was something they both knew that the other wanted.

He knew how she felt about him, and vice versa.

So what was he so damn scared of? What was it that was making him feel like that terrified, hormonal teenage kid all over again?

When he looks up at her, though, and his eyes meet her red puffy ones, and he sees the way she’s looking at him (albeit, she’s still a little confused, but it’s a loving confused), he finds that maybe it’s not so scary.

“MJ, I--I love you. A lot.”

She snorts. “And I love you. A lot.”

Her eyes widen as he gets down from his seat and on one knee, something that doesn’t seem to comfortable in the back of the sleigh.

His gaze never leaves hers as he continues. “You’re my best friend in the whole world, and I wanna spend the rest of my life with you. And--”

He’s cut off with another big sneeze.

“Sorry! Sorry!” She hastily says, waving him on to continue.

Peter chuckles. “It’s fine. I know this kind of thing didn’t really matter to you--how it happens or when or whatever… Like we could have just done this in our kitchen and we’d be happy but--” He laughs at himself, shaking his head. “But you, uh, kinda gave me free rein on this so--”

One of his hands goes to his pocket, smile never leaving his face as he grabs…

Nothing.

Nothing in the right pocket.

Instantly, his brows pinch together in confusion, lips twisting into a frown as he feels around the pocket again.

MJ seems to have been holding her breath this whole time, staring down at him with a quizzical quirk of her brow.

Peter looks up at her, smiling sheepishly with a nervous chuckle. “Uh, hold on.”

He checks the left pocket.

Nothing.

That little velvet box, the one with the very expensive engagement ring, had somehow fallen out of his coat.

It was there earlier! He was sure of it! He held it in the car just before they’d left! Where could it have gone?

“Everything good?” He hears MJ’s voice cut through his panicked, scrambling mind.

“Uh… No, not really.” His voice might be a little too calm, or at least trying to be. “I was, uh, going to propose... But… I think I lost the ring?”

MJ only nods, lips pressed together in a thin line, though she doesn’t seem upset or disappointed.

“I had it… in my pocket. In the car! And when we got in the sleigh, I’m… I’m sure of it. Oh, God…” He moves to sit next to her, burying his head in his hands. “I’m so sorry, MJ. I had this whole plan… and the ring… it was so pretty and cool… and I was gonna propose--”

“Let’s find it then,” MJ suggests calmly, putting an arm around him.

“I’m so sorry, Em…”

“Don’t be sorry,” she sniffs. “It’s okay. We’ll find it!”

Peter wants to believe her, he really does, but he can’t help but feel like losing this ring was just a sign that his original plan was, well, the wrong one.

He knows in the end that it doesn’t matter how they get engaged, that they don’t need a ring or a pretty proposal.

But he can’t help, even knowing that his damn Parker luck might have reared it’s stupid head again, but feel that surprising defeat slam him right in the chest at something failing so spectacularly. That something could have gone so incredibly wrong.

“Okay,” he mutters under his breath, leaning into her comforting touch.

Mr. Matthews was an absolute saint, taking an alternate route back to the farm, ending the ride early so that they could look for the ring. He had his farm hands and employees practically turn the property inside out, looking through the fields, the barn, the very trail they were on.

But they were all coming up empty.

No one could have stolen it; Peter may have been a dumbass, but he would have known if he had been pickpocketed.

Soon, early in the evening, the sun begins to fall, the sky darkening, forcing the diligent search to end.

Honestly, though, of all the ways this could have possibly gone wrong, having to comb an entire 200 acre farm for a small rock on a piece of white gold was not something he’d drawn up in his millions of disaster scenarios.

Peter waits in the car as Michelle continues talking to Mr. Matthews and the other workers. He can’t help but bang his head against the steering wheel, sighing to himself, muttering what an absolute idiot he was.

And his hand are absolutely freezing from digging through all the snow.

He’s not sure he’s ever felt more dumb.

Scratch that.

After he see that flash of velvet under his car seat, after he reaches down and finds that damn box with the ring safe inside under his car seat--

Then he’s never felt more dumb.

Oh no.

It had fallen out of his pocket.

In the car.

Under his car seat.

He stays in stunned silence as MJ gets back in the car, waving at the kind farmers before shutting her door.

She immediately feels his tension, noticing his silence. “What?”

He wordlessly holds the box out to her before going back to his head on the steering wheel, only just resting it this time.

“Oh…” Is her only response as she takes the box from him, opening it slowly. Her breath catches in her throat at the ring before her; instead of a crisp, white diamond, it looks like a smoky white sapphire, the gray color shining prettily in the moonlight.

He still doesn’t speak though, his defeat too strong.

“You found it!” She offers, though he gives nothing but a quiet “yep,” in response.

“In the car?”

He nods.

A beat passes.

“You want me to go tell them you found it in those trees over there?”

Finally, that earns her the minuscule quirk of a smile. He nods again, not moving from the steering wheel.

She leaves without another question, ring box in hand, only to return moments later, Peter paying no attention to the blast of cold coming into the car as she gets back in.

He honestly, truly, cannot believe that this happened.

And now, he’s just embarrassed.

A heavy silence falls over the car once again, and Peter has to wrestle with the urge to just smack himself on the head. He wants to go home, but can’t find it in himself to even start the damn car.

“Hey.”

He hears her voice, encouraging him to look up at her. He does, finding her holding the open ring box out to him, a slight tilt to her head, her lips pulled back in a warm, playful smirk. She sniffles, rubbing at her eyes with her free hand, before looking at him again.

He’s almost confused, about to ask what she’s doing, but she doesn’t give him the chance.

“Marry me?” She asks, holding the ring out further to him.

Truly, it’s a wonder to him how MJ can make him smile, make him laugh, make him happy, no matter how stressed or upset he is.

“Of course.”

She offers him the box, and he takes it with another chuckle, taking the ring from inside and placing it gently on her finger.

“Oh wait,” She pulls her hand back, snorting awkwardly. “I was supposed to put it on yours right?”

And the grin that stretches across his face is uncontrollable as he closes his eyes, shaking his head at himself.

He really does love her.

So damn much.

With that, a ring on her finger and his spirits brightened once again, as the snow falls gently on the windows, the soft gusts of wind quietly howling outside the car, he pulls her into a warm, loving kiss.

Lovely weather, indeed.

#spideychelle #spideychellesecretsanta2k19 #petermj #peter parker x michelle jones #peter parker #michelle jones #secret santa!!#hope you like it!!

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cynicaljapanophile · 5 years

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Pros and Cons of Dating Them : Team 3(Neji Hyuga, Rock Lee, Tenten)

Sorry this took so long I was just putting this off for no reason lol. This might not be the best since I’m really out of my element with this but I hope you enjoy them

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Rock Lee

Pros :

Family Man : Lee has a big heart for just random strangers in general so it shouldn’t be surprising that he would have a big heart for his family.

He would always be worrying over his friends and family even if he was in a life or death situation. If he got married and had children he would dote on them hand and foot, no matter how old he and his children got he would take care of them and view them in a positive light. Lee was basically raised by Guy so he has the great power of respecting women so you would never have to worry about anything with him if you’re a female. He would you treat you right whether you’re a man or a woman, he would be extremely patient and understanding if you’re going through a difficult time(period, a rough patch, stressful time) in your life. Your parents would love him to pieces because he is just an amazing person(they don’t believe he’s real or your actual boyfriend for a while. Expect cute, fluffy bonding sessions, he appreciates every single second with you and never wastes a second. Lee cares for everyone and appreciates and loves his family and doesn’t hesitate to show that.

Hype Man : I’ve said it multiple times and I stand by the belief that Lee is the ultimate hype man. Lee is your biggest fan and he shows this by just how much he supports and encourages you. He is your personal cheerleaders and he isn’t afraid to show it, it can be extremely embarrassing, especially considering how “intense” Lee can be, but you definitely appreciate Lee. If you need help doing certain things he doesn't have a problem pushing you to do other things and getting you out of your comfort zone.

He’s always there for you no matter what, whether you’re having trouble overcoming a fear, trying to get to a goal, or going through a rough patch in your life.

Passionate : Lee is arguably the most energetic character in Naruto so he is definitely extremely passionate in a romantic relationship. Out of all the characters in Naruto Lee is definitely the most affectionate and touchy of them all and he doesn’t hesitate in showing it. Lee is definitely a fan of PDA whether he knows it or not lol. Lee is passionate both physically and emotionally, Lee is a someone who is affected quite a lot by affection so because of that he is extremely passionate.

Cons :

Overly Optimistic : Lee’s optimism is something that could be viewed as a pro but I view Lee as being overly optimistic, he tends to be overly optimistic and doesn’t really see a problem with that mindset. Being optimistic can be a good thing but Lee is overly optimistic and that can cause some major problems. For example, he went through a surgery where he could have died because of his optimism. Every once in a while you would have to sit down with him every once in a while and explain to him why he can’t be optimistic all the time and that not everything ends well and that he should be realistic and because of the way that Lee is this might end up in arguments where he gets upset because of his personal thinking.

Moves too fast : Lee tends to move too fast, whether he means to or not is a mystery. It can be fun in the beginning but it can be stressful and difficult. Reaching relationship benchmarks such as first date, first kiss, first time, etc. so quickly can be seen are stressful to you but not a big deal to him. He could slow it down if you ask him to but he would eventually return to his old “habits” and speed up which just causes a very “unbalanced” relationship with it going too fast, to normal, to too slow and repeat.

Neji Hyuga

Pros :

Observant : Neji pays a lot of attention to you whether they’re small or big traits. He would pay attention to small things that you would do or say and surprise you later by bringing them up. He would learn about certain things such as your pet peeves, likes, dislikes, etc. and he would also be rather observant with you, noticing small things such as your facial expression, the way you move, how you talk, etc.

If talking about a subject with you that he knows makes you uncomfortable by your facial expressions and body language he would drop it immediately and comfort you, knowing how you feel. Neji likes to bring up small things you like or said because of how happy it can make you feel knowing that he is paying attention to you.

Chivalrous : It might just be because of his English dub voice but I view Neji as being very princely. He knows how to treat his girlfriend/ boyfriend right. He pulls out chairs, opens doors, etc. Neji grew up with respect women juice and so because of that he is extremely respectful of your decisions and your choices. Neji is a gentleman and is very caring and attentive that he makes you feel like a princess/ prince.

Stable : This might be because Neji is one of the oldest members of the Konoha 11 but Neji is extremely stable, Neji was extremely stable(in a sense) even when he was a child. Being one of the oldest members of the Konoha 11 he already has his goals set and never looks back on anything he does and never questions his relationships. When he is in a relationship you know that he is dedicated. Neji would never get into a relationship if he did not have the intent to have it be a long term thing and once he truly gets in a relationship he already has marriage and children in his mind

Cons :

Distant : Neji is an obvious introvert, especially when you compare him to people like his sensei and teammates. He tends to spend a lot of his time thinking to himself that he might forget about being in a relationship. Neji is also someone that doesn't like sharing his personal life with anyone so if he is going through a rough patch in his life he wouldn’t ever think about going to you and telling you about it, he would rather deal with it himself and disappear for a few days.

Critical : I don’t think Neji means it but he can be rather rude with his choice of words. Neji is extremely critical of himself so because of that when he critiques other people he extends that to them as well. The way that he goes about it is rather straightforward and blunt which comes across as being rather rude. Because of you viewing his critique as rude he would become even ruder critiquing you more in a way that seems less sincere and more spiteful.

Despite how observant he can be he would not be able to realize that his comments offend or hurt which tend to cause arguments and fights every now and again.

Secretive : Neji was born into a noble clan with a very precious kekkei genkai so because of this he tends to be rather secretive even when it comes to his personal problems. Neji subconsciously hides everything he does from most people so he would unintentionally close himself off from you, ignoring you for a few hours to days. He wouldn’t realize what he’s doing which what cause arguments when he finally decides to talk to you again.

Tenten

Pros :

Never Jealous : Tenten is a rather confident young woman that has a lot of pride so I don’t think that she would ever be jealous if you had any friends that you are close to. She trusts you and has the confidence that you would never go behind her back and cheat on her with someone else.

Simple : I don’t mean this in the way that I’m saying that she is bland or plain. Her being simple just means that she is rather straightforward and easy to talk to. Compared to someone like Neji she doesn’t try to hide the things she says or feels, she would simply just tell you what she’s going through or feels. She would also be the same way towards you, if she feels as if you’re hiding something/ going through something she would just come out and ask you, preferring to deal with things in a mature and simple way.

Hopeless Romantic : Tenten is rather cheesy and cliche. She likes to treat you like royalty and doesn’t have a problem showing it. She would constantly show shower you with gifts such as handwritten letters, chocolate, etc. She wouldn’t ever admit it but she would treat you like royalty because she would like a relationship that’s like a fairy tale romance.

Cons :

Easily Provoked : It might not be the clearest trait that she had but she tends to be easily provoked, especially considering her teammates and sensei. Don’t get me wrong I don’t think Tenten is “bad” person, Tenten is a good person and she greatly cares for her friends and family and that is her reason for being easily provoked. And it’s because she cares so much about her friends and family that she tends to get upset rather quickly if they make a decision that she thinks would backfire on them and only cause problems

Unattentive : Tenten tends to be unattentive, it’s not something she intends to do but she is somewhat of a workaholic so she would forget about you sometimes. Tenten is a rather independent person so she doesn’t really seem any issues with being unattentive. If you ever complain about her being unattentive it would probably end up with an argument with her calling you too dependent and clingy.

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nastybuckybarnes · 5 years

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Hay I think your really cool 😎 Lol Umm so I like your stuff alot And just wanted some writing tips cuz I'm working on a Peter Parker x reader fanfic on Wattpad

Awe thank you!!!💕💕

I have few writing tips cause I myself don’t exactly follow any rules and am often desperate for help.

Write what you want. If it’s cheesy, if it’s predictable, if it’s dark or fluffy or smutty. Write whatever the Hell you want.

Let your ideas flow. Sometimes you’ll have bursts of inspiration and you’ll bust out 20k words and only half of it will make sense.

Make playlists. On YouTube, Spotify, Apple Music, whatever. Make playlists full of songs that fit the mood of whatever you’re writing.

One thing I do, is I’ll have a specific song for a specific scene. Like in Wicked Games I used the song The Good, the Bad and the Dirty by Panic! At the Disco during the part where the reader is running from the cops and into the Walmart (lolz)

Here’s a screenshot of what my playlists on Spotify look like (I have literally 20+ just for writing, these are just a few for my newest ones that are coming soon(so sneak peak as well lmao))

All of those are for fics that I’m writing or fics that I have planned. And I have so many more. I find music helps me get my creative juices flowing.

Another thing, is think about your fic and what you could do with it whenever you can. I think about my fics when I’m working, showering, eating. Just imagining where it could go and what could happen will lead you to those places.

If you’re stuck on a point in your story, take a break and watch a movie. Take a nap or go for a walk. Do something to take your mind off of it for a bit. It’s important to take breaks when you need to.

Don’t spend too much time focusing on editing the first draft. Write the whole story/part then focus on fine-tuning. Get it all nice after all your ideas are down.

Just remember that the more you do it, the better you’ll get at it. Your very first fit/draft may be shitty, but the more you work on it the better you’ll get.

Don’t be ashamed at what you write. I started out writing Jelsa fanfiction. Jack Frost and Elsa. That’s where I started. And look where I am now, lmao. So just write what you write and be proud of it, okay?

Be descriptive but not overly so. If every other sentence has seventeen adjectives and adverbs and shit, tone it down. But if you say things like ‘she was pretty’ change it up. ‘She had an airy glow, something ethereal and beautiful and absolutely her own. A simple but dazzling beauty all in one.’ or something. Idk

just try to put emotions into your writing. Show us she’s scared. Cause if you say something like “your stomach clenched and your fingers trembled, a cool sweat breaking out across your skin. Eyes darting around frantically, searching for something. Anything. every noise, ever shift in the foundation sends another jolt of terror down your spine” then we feel it a bit more.

Describe. Where. The. Scene. Is.

This is one that I kinda suck at. Find pictures of what you want the scene to look like and go off of that. Describe everything about them and if you think it’s too much after re-reading (or getting someone to proof-read/beta it) then change it.

Accept criticism. It might sting a little, having people point out things they didn’t like about your fic, but it’ll help you to take those things into consideration. I know that sometimes my fics are too fast-paced and that’s something I work on (I still suck but I try lol)

Have fun. Writing shouldn’t be a chore and sometimes as writers we focus more on what we think others want. Focus on what you want. What you’d like to read. And put your heart into it. It’s scary to put yourself out there but you’ll never know who might love your writing.

That’s about it. A lot longer than anticipated. But I hope this helped!!!

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bts000things · 5 years

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Jungkook Imagine #1 ~🦋

Everything was beautiful. You were snuggled up in your soft pink bed, your fluffed pastel blue and yellow blanket wrapped around you like a cloak. Your boyfriends song “Begin” floating through the air as back ground noise while you worked on one of your essays for class that was due in a few days. You felt at peace in your quant little room.

Then you saw the youtube notification pop up on your screen.

From BigHit : BTS Jungkook And BlackPink Lisa Performe Duet

“Huh?...” You stared at the screen in confusion. Jungkook, your lover of 3 years, who told you everything, all the way down to when he last took a poop, in which you have always reminded him you didnt need to know about, didnt mention to you once that we was doing a duet, let alone with lisa, a very populare girl form a very popular girl group. You were a bit confused..and a bit hurt that he kept it from you.

Not that it bothered you all that much...until you licked on the video.

The name of the song was “All Of Me” by John Legend.

“So it was just a cover...but still..” you mumbled as the video began. It was a dance cover as well, their voices filling the air as they began moving and swaying in synce. Their steps perfectly matched, perfectly timed as if they have done this a hundred times. You started remebering the nights Jungkook would tell you he had to leave early for a dance practice. You just assumed it was with his group members... it didnt even cross your mind that it was actually with her.

The longer you watched, the tighter your chest became. With each dance number, they would get closer. There bodys basically crashing and rolling into each other like two waves, effortlessly falling into place...as if they were meant to be this close..as if they were meant to be THE couple instead of you and him. And the longer you gazed at the diosplay of intimacy on your screen, the more your stomach would churn and sink. But despite every last nerve in your body screaming at you to turn away from the site burning your eyes, or were those tears...you kept on watching, wanting to finish the video in which you wish you never saw.

You shut the computer in your lap the moment the video count hit 0:00 and set the electronic aside. Did you save your essay? you didnt care..not about some stupid words that will probably get a 98% regardless. The class was simple. But what was difficult right now was trying to comprehend what you just saw. Images of the two idols touching and holding each other to song meant for lovers. but they werent lovers...or were they? Was Jungkook secretly seeing the female idol behind your back?

“ Oh come on...as if he could hide ANYTHING with out spilling his guts to you a second after...” So you told yourself, but then again, he did manage to hide this sudden duet.

You were taken from your thoughts again as your phone buzzed, signaling an incoming call. Your eyes glanced, but froze, seeing the familiar bunny emoji with two flexing arm emojis decorating the caller id screen. Your shaky hands reached down and tapped the accept button, instantly hearing the rough yet childish voice of your lover blare threw the speaker.

“ y/n! did you see it!! The video of my duet with blackpink lisa, wasnt it great?! Were you surprised by how good i performed?!~” the overly excited maknae rambled, somwhat putting you at ease. At least he wasnt intentionally trying to hide anything is what you thought.

“yeah kookie..it was great!” your voice barely matching the males enthusiams. And jungkook didnt fail to miss the different tone.

“You okay jagi?...are you not feeling well?”

“Whats? No silly! Im as peachy as a...peach!” you awkwardly said, giving a small laugh. jungkook just hummed in respones.

“Hmm...well, okay. Did you like the video though? be honest.” he asked a bit seriously, wanting a true feedback statment from his lover. But you just felt sourness pool in the back of your throat even thinking of saying that you enjoyed watching another woman rub up against him as lisa just did. But this was your boyfriend who loved you and made sure you knew everyday..But also wanted you to be honest and real with him..so thats what you were going to be.

“ I mean..it was amazing! You did the foot work wonderfuly and your voice was beautiful! ..But did you..have to do it with..lisa? If so..how come you didnt tell me before?” your voice timid and a bit suspicious. You trusted your boyfriend. but it just didnt settle well with you. You guys told each other everything...everything.

“Oh, well it was supposed to be a surprise..but from what it sounds like, you didnt really enjoy the surprise part...” jungkook said a bit passively, “ And whats wrong with doing a duet with lisa? Do you not like her voice or something?...I think she did pretty well~”. And for some reason, those last few words make your throat tighten. He enjoyed dancing with her, singing to the same tune?...Did he also prefer her company?

“ No, she wasnt bad or anything, its just..”

“Just what jagi...tell me.”

“...Its just...why did it have to be with another female?” you mumble softly, but jungkook heard every word. You felt your heart rate quicken as the deafening silence englufed the call.

This was it. Jungkook was upset with you. you knew you shouldnt have opend your mouth. Should have kept it in and moved on. But no, you haaad to be fucking honest. And now you are going to haaave to be single.

After a minute of quietness, the males voice starts to giggle and go into a full on laugh. You were taken aback by the sudden laughter..and a bit irritated. Was he mocking you or something?

“Jagi, you are too cute sometimes..if you were going to be jealous, maybe i should have posted it sooner~” He teased and you went into full on pout mode. How could he find your insecurity amusing? The idiot!

“Hmpf! Sorry for wanting to be the only women to have your body up against yours...maybe i should go do a cover of despacito with your frined from GOT7..whats was his name again, Yugyeom?? Im sure i still have his nuber somewhere in my phone..” you stated a bit aggresivly and the maknae’s voice hitches before getting serious.

“Dont you dare. You’re mine...m sorry for teasing." jungkook claimed, and then his voice dropped to a soft plead, “Please dont go to him..im positive he could steal you and i rather not fight my friend to the death over the love of my life...” he mused and you felt your cheeks burn a soft pink. You always became weak for him..

“F-fine..but you better buy me lunch as an apologie...only then will i forgive you..pabo.”

“Oh, then thats works perfectly..” was all you heard before he hung up. You blink din confusion at the phone before you heard a knock rattle the front door of your apartment. You walked over, reaching for the soft beige collored door’s silver handle and gripping it, oppening slightly before feeling your heart burst at the sight of jungkook holding a bag of take out in his right hand, a bouqe of f/c roses in his left, a shit eating grin plastering his face. He was dressed in a black sweatshirt and white skinny jeans, a pair of converse decorating his feet. He was handsome in your eyes, but when was he never?

“Surprise! did you miss me-” was all he got out before you flung yourself at the cheesy boy, planting your plump lips against his, feeling the softness engulf you as you clung to him, your arms around his neck, pulling him down slightly to you so you didnt have to strain your self too much. The male kissed you back with tenderness, loving how you helped him feel secure from just this small show of affection.

After a few seconds, you both break the kiss, but you stay close and jungkook rest his forhead to yours. Dark eyes staring into e/c orbs, capturing his full attention. “Im still upset..but you are frogiven...silly” you mumbled, a smile tugging at your cheeks and jungkook grinned more, giving you a soft peck before leaning away, walking past you into your apartmet, you following right behind him.

“Thats okay, because after tonight, im positive you wont want me to leave..” he gave oyu a sly wink and you just chuckled, a soft blush rising on your cheeks.

“I need to have a talk with your hyungs about what they are teaching you~” you retorted and just give the male a soft smile, every doubt from early washing away instantly. And you enjoyed the rest of your night. Now not only with you snuggled in your bed, fluffy blanket encircling you, but your boyfriend, who you wouldnt trade for the world, was right next to you, enjoying his video game while you started typing your essay again, the scent of takeout filling the air, and his song “Begin” softly echoing in the background, giving you both a sense of peace~

~🦋

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skyeliu · 5 years

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Through the Lenses

Part of the Love Confession Project! How your love story begins and how they confess in their own special way!

Pairing: Hoseok x Y/N [other pairs -> Love Confession Masterlist]

Genre: Cute, fluffy, short.

au’s: Y/N is a staff member at BigHit,

Word Counts: 674 words

Warnings: None, good to enjoy anywhere anytime.

Dancing used to be the only passion of yours before you got into a car accident that put you through a couple of major orthopedic surgeries on your legs. You can walk just fine, but any of the aggressive physical activities are banned. You coped alright, took online classes from a music school instead of going a dance school and became a brilliant songwriter.

You actually didn’t expect to get an offer from BigHit because rumor goes they don’t hire any female songwriters, but as it turned out, you are very glad you sent a copy of your resume to their Human Resources.

BigHit’s offer came with a pretty good package including completely covered insurance and cheap housing, which pretty much got rid of most of the primary concerns you had as a recent graduate, so you decided to accept the offer despite it being a small company.

You and Hoseok officially met right before they debuted and recognized each other immediately. You used to hang out at the same underground dance club, and little did he know, you had the biggest crush on him back then. It’s just how amazing where life’d take you sometimes.

He is truly an amazing dancer, you have always believed so. You’d wander around in front of the dance studio and offer to record the practice video for the boys, but you know you really just wanted to see him dance through the camera lenses to somehow fill the void in your heart.

But you know it’s less about dance, more about him. It never was about dance, actually. It is true you miss the feeling, but you let go of it a long time ago. Another thing you thought you let go of was your crush Hoseok. You were gonna confess to him, had everything planned out, but then that car accident happened, and then once you got out you pretty much decided you in no way deserved him. But there’s something about him, you don’t know if it’s his personality, his voice, his dimples… But it was something! Something that you just couldn’t like go of.

You could never tell him, it’s been years now and you watched BTS grow from newbies to the biggest hit, now of course you are not telling him. The last thing you want for him is necessary scandals.

So you watch him through your camera lenses, and hide your rapid heart beat behind the scene.

You think about how cheesy it is sometimes, you and your hidden love.

You mostly hang out in your music studio while working, but would still go see their dance practices to “get some inspirations”.

They always have a camera set up in the studio, because members might not feel comfortable with people staring, plus they need to record their practices for future references anyways, which just gives you a perfect opportunity to stare at Hoseok all you want without being overly creepy.

That day, After the practice was over, members started leaving, you were about do so, too. You turned around, and Hoseok’s voice behind you caught you in surprise.

“Y/N, could you stay for a sec? I wanna talk to you. ”

You had no idea what was going on, but still felt guilty somehow. You acted normal, nodded and closed the door behind you after Jungkook walked out, then sat down on the floor in front of him, but deep down you prayed a thousand times this isn’t about your secret crush.

“What’s up? ” You set the conversation off with a seemingly easygoing tone.

Hoseok was still sweaty from the practice, and fanning himself with his hands clearly didn’t help much, so you unfolded some of the paper you had in your hands to use as a fan for him.

He gave you a big smile and stopped the motion of his hands, changed his position to half laying down with both of his elbows supporting his body.

“I’ve been crushing on you since we met at the dance club you know. ”

Hoseok said it like it was nothing special, so you had to take extra time to make sure neither you or your ears have gone crazy.

Then you paused the fanning, and widened your eyes with your mouth half open in disbelief.

“I never dared to tell you, I mean I didn’t have anything.” He looked a bit upset while telling this part while gently shaking his head: “Then you disappeared, so I just wish I told you sooner. I never knew those horrible things happened to you when you were gone. If I knew better, I would’ve definitely been there for you. ”

You could see the sincerity in his eyes as he told you these stuff that you’ve only ever dare dreamt of, and before you realized it your tears started dropping.

He clearly didn’t expect that and freaked out a little, grabbed a clean towel on the chair to gently wipe your tears away before he continued hastily.

“I’ve wanted to tell you this whole time, I swear! I’m sorry it’s so late. I just wasn’t sure if I was gonna make it, you know, being an idol and all. I waited for so long ‘cause I thought you didn’t like me, and I just didn’t want you to be uncomfortable... Uh please don’t cry you are breaking my heart...... ”

You actually didn’t stop crying until he kissed you that day, and you still remember how nervous he was, and the subtly shaking hands that were patting on your back.

You still can’t believe how lucky you are, have someone like Hoseok love you wholeheartedly.

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