#the mole under his eye omg….

[brysonstott]

ohhh he’s girlfriend a little bit

[ghostbite0]

Ok so what can you tell us about those obamitsu fankids if they aren't just random cool designs

omg.... uhhh lets see... i dont have any names for them so I'll just label them with their birth order!

obamitsu family...... feel free to make up headcanons abt them too idm!!!! free real estate

eldest daughter / first child

she's close with her father and regularly aids him due to his blindness

her mom, aunts, and uncles tell her all about how she has her dad's eyes, so it became a feature she takes great pride in

she's close with her aunt Shinobu, who sorta takes her under her wing. she is also close with her uncle Kyojuro and likes hearing stories about her parents

she and her younger sister (second eldest) are close

second eldest daughter

she has her mom's appetite and love for sakura mochi, thus the pink & green hair

sensitive like her dad and a bit defensive with everything

Uncle Nemi is her favorite. he would babysit all the time when she was little

she doesn't get along with the middle child. they have a obanai & giyuu dynamic-- second eldest thinks her younger sister is entitled and isn't grateful for anything their family does for them

third eldest daughter / middle child

she looks a lot like her grandpa (Mitsuri's dad) / mostly inherited genes from mitsuri's side of the family

she comes across as bratty , but in actuality, she's got awful middle child syndrome

close with her Uncle Gyomei... Gyomei gifted her the beloved cat plushie when she was a newborn

she's closer to her aunts and uncles than she is with her siblings-- middle child moment

fourth daughter / second to youngest

quiet like her dad, but friendly like her mom

she would play with Kaburamaru ever since she was a tiny baby. the two are very close

she's timid and not talkative whatsoever, so she tends to keep to herself or clings to one of her parents (usually Obanai)

when she does come out of her shell, she will play with her Uncle Muichiro or Uncle Senjuro-- on rare occasions, her Uncle Tengen and her aunties... she likes playing dress up with them, though she usually needs to be encouraged to do so!

she loves her baby brother!!!

youngest child / only son

the baby ... he is a mama's boy and he loves his big sisters to death

got most of Obanai's looks, though he did inherit his Mom's moles and personality

curious and sweet little guy

his favorite babysitter is his Uncle Muichiro

his least favorite babysitter is his Uncle Rengoku, purely because of how loud and eccentric he is most of the time

he learned from his Mama to kiss his Dad's scars. whenever Obanai holds him, the baby gives him a little kiss on both eyes, then both cheeks, mimicking his mother. Obanai tears up every single time

im so fond of them. obamitsu u will forever be famous. and ur children are real. idc what canon says. family

[vitaminkyeom]

[12:22]

PAIRING || Mingyu x Female Reader

GENRES || Fluff, Best Friends To Lovers AU

WARNINGS || none

WORD COUNT || 1k

A/N || based on this request! omg bestie you're so so right about this kim mingyu is a FREAKING GREEK GOD WITH HIS BEAUTIFUL SUN KISSED SKIN. 1k followers event [if you want to be added to the event taglist send an ask!]

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“shit.” you cursed as you flopped down on the hastily unfurled mat, grimacing as you saw the amount of sand your feet had collected when you had  dashed from the sea to the current spot. as much as you loved the beach, there was nothing you hated more than having sand stick to your wet skin which always resulted in that prickly feeling all over your legs. 

“done playing?” nayeon asked, looking up from the book she was reading. 

“yeah.” you muttered, trying to dust off your feet. “why doesn’t the sand come off?”

“give it some time. it will fall off on its own. are the others still playing?” she asked again, staring at the five figures pushing and pulling each other as the waves crashed against them.

“yeah, they’ve still got energy left in them.” you replied, following her gaze. you watched the sun dip at the horizon, making the water look like golden ink as it gently lapped against the sparkling sand. as you watched your friends play, your eyes fell on the tall muscular figure who was currently giggling and laughing way too much, and you felt your lips automatically pull into a smile. 

crossing your legs, sandy feet all forgotten, you watched kim mingyu as seungkwan tackled him into the water. you always knew the golden hour made your tanned friend look extra attractive but right now under the sparkling sea, he truly looked like a god.

as he came up to the surface his eyes met yours, toothy grin on full display as he stared back at you fondly. maybe because mingyu was such a sweet and lovely person, but you had noticed that an eye contact with him was more than enough for you to feel at complete ease. 

even now you could feel yourself slipping into that comfort zone as you watched him jog towards you. it was funny how much of an effect he had on you, but the last thing you expected was your stomach to flip when he shook his head, causing water droplets to fly off his hair and fall on you.

“hey!” you complained, causing mingyu to just laugh as he flopped down beside you.

“what’s wrong? are you okay?” you could hear the concern laced in his voice as he handed you a water bottle.

“you know what, guys? maybe i’m going to go dip my legs in the water too.” nayeon declared, standing up. giving the two of you a smile, she dashed off, leaving both of you alone.

“are you sure?” mingyu asked again. you cocked your head to the side, slightly confused about what he was talking. “sure about what?”

“you’re okay? is it too hot? or is it the sand pricking your skin?” 

you stared back at him. “how did you know?”

“how did i know what?” mingyu asked, already taking out a towel from his bag. 

“that the sand was pricking my skin?”

“because you always complain about it whenever we go to the beach, silly.” he said with a smile, and you felt your heart stutter a bit. he gently wrapped the towel around your legs and began wiping them. “i know it’s uncomfortable but don’t worry. once your leg dries off it will fall off on its own. but i’ll try my best to dust them off.”

up this close, you were hit by his tangy smell, the smell of the salty sea combined with his signature cologne that he always wore, something you had grown to like over the past few years. you could see the moles on his face, something you had always joked about by saying that the stars had decided to land on his face on those spots. 

“stop looking at me like that.” he chuckled, causing you to snap out of your daze. 

“like what?” you asked. 

mingyu looked up at you, his soft smile making you feel giddy. everything inside you felt light, like with him you could forget everything that bothered you in this world. 

“like you’re in love with me.” he joked.

and in that moment, it felt like you had just been struck by a huge wave, almost drowning you in the sea. but mingyu had held your hand tightly, easily pulling you out of it and everything felt clearer all of a sudden. it was like your head had finally come out of the water and was breathing fresh air, and all you could see was mingyu.

mingyu. the golden boy you apparently were in love with you.

mingyu, who did everything for you without even you asking him.

mingyu, who could understand all your feelings without you telling him.

mingyu, who always made you feel like you were on cloud nine.

“i’m in love with you.” you muttered, still staring at him in a daze as the realisation slowly ebbed away. and it was like the realisation had cleared your eyesight because now you could see how ethereal he looked under the golden sun with a thousand times more clarity.

and you could feel the way your heart stuttered at his looks, the way your stomach flipped at his every touch and the way you craved to collapse into his arms right now.

“earth to y/n.” 

blinking back, you forced a smile back onto your face. “yeah, i’m listening.”

“good. thought that joke killed you off.” he laughed, finally getting up. you laughed with him, trying not to look like you had just discovered the worst possible secret of your life, because how could you be in love with your friend?

mingyu extended his hand towards you. “want to go find some sea shells?”

you looked up at him, wondering if he was, is or will ever be in love with you the way you were with. shrugging the thought of with a smile, you took his hand as he pulled you up. “sure. let’s go search for some.”

why not just enjoy the moments you had with him, right?

A/N: Please do tell me what you think about this story!! I worked really hard on it and I would love to know everyone’s thoughts on it~ Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

© 𝐆𝐘𝐔-𝐄𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

[pettypuppy-jonghyun]

Stay at home Dad | Wooyoung

Summary: wooyoung attempts at being a stay at home Dad and you come home to him and the kids asleep

Notes: woo with kids is my biggest weakness omg

Warnings: none

When you came home that evening it was eerily quiet. The lights were turned on in every room and the amount of items sprawled out everywhere was enough to fill a swimming pool. The kitchen was a mess full of baby bottle pieces and what was most likely your husband's half-eaten meal. You were surprised to say the least, searching the house for the culprit.

You hadn't expected to see your bedroom as the only dark area. Pushing open the cracked door, you entered the room, the only light being the ongoing video that played from your husband's phone. He laid beside it on the bed, eyes closed as he snored softly.

You inched forward, peering around the side of the crib that was next to the bed. The bassinet was empty aside from its normal sheets. Glancing up, you finally spotted the small form resting peacefully on your husband's chest. Both the baby and him continued to sleep peacefully as you cooed in adoration.

"My goodness," you laughed quietly, finding yourself in awe at the image. Despite the reminder that even the bedroom was in disarray, you found yourself fawning over the cute picture before you. You stepped forward carefully, avoiding the items on the floor, wanting to see the image up close.

Like father like son.

Wooyoung's hand was gently over top of your son's back, holding him in place on his own chest. The two looked identical with their mouths wide open as they slept away. They even had matching moles on their bottom lips that stuck out under the phone light.

A sudden movement on the other side of the bed caught your attention. You peeked over Wooyoung to find another body sleeping peacefully. The shape of your toddler underneath the blanket could now faintly be seen. You held back a giggle as you noticed her foot placed right up against the side of her father's face. It took all the power in you not to take a picture, afraid the flash of a camera would wake them. There wasn't enough lighting to be able to see every detail either, so you settled at quietly escaping the room.

You began to work in the kitchen, finding the mess to be a bit easier. The food had gone bad for sitting out too long and the bottles just needed to be tossed in the electric cleaner, a courtesy gift from your mother-in-law, and you'd be practically finished with one room already. Just as you had completed that task, ready to move onto the living room, you were greeted by a sleepy figure.

"Welcome home," Woo yawned out, smiling sleepily at you.

You smiled back. "You're up?"

"Yeah, a certain smell woke me." He scrunched his nose up at the memory of your daughter's foot in his face. "I put the baby back in the crib."

You shuffled through a few toys, tossing them into their separate bins, Wooyoung also sitting on the rug and helping. "I'm surprised you managed to get him to sleep, he's been very colicky."

He nodded softly, still a bit tired. "I rubbed at his belly for awhile and it seemed to help."

The two of you sat in silence after, organizing a handful of things and leaving some for the morning. It was late, you both were tired, and it wasn't going to be long before one of your two children would wake. In order to get a nice warm shower, you needed to be quick.

After some time you managed to clean most of the house into decent shape again. Wooyoung was apologizing profusely, mentioning several times how he wanted it to be clean when you got home. But the story of how your toddler was adamant that the house wasn't clean spoke for itself. He finally accepted fate and let her tire herself out, leaving the house in disarray.

You gathered some items to change into while Woo moved your daughter into her own room. Thankfully, she stayed asleep as you both tip-toed about. He allowed you an escape as you rushed to take that relaxing shower you dreamt about all day.

"Come here," Wooyoung called out to you when you left the bathroom all fresh and changed. He sat on your shared bed, arms out expectantly as his lips formed a sweet pout. "I've been craving your cuddles."

Your heart melted once more for him, caving in quickly as you jumped into his grasp. You snuggled close, head dipping down into his chest as you wrapped your arms around his waist. "Me too, " you mumbled quietly. "I've been dying to hold you."

He hummed a soft tune, hands grazing down the back of your head. The tender movements started to feel familiar as the gentle strokes to your hair turned into pats on your back. You felt his body relax against the mattress, the song becoming quieter and quieter every second.

"I feel like our son," you murmured, trying not to laugh as your husband's pats became faint. "You're singing me to sleep."

Your words were spoken into the dark bedroom but with no response. Wooyoung had already fallen fast asleep again, the exhaust from the day draining all his energy. You were glad there was at least a bit of his affection saved for you before the night ended. Finally, you drifted off in your own peacefully sleeping state, heart swelling with happiness.

[sunshinesteviee]

emma omg omg pushing strands of their hair out of their face with steeb pls and thank u ily forever 🫶🏼

kait!!! omg ilyt this is for u MWAH 🫶🏼

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Your boyfriend is beautiful. His soft hazel eyes, his pretty nose, the most kissable lips, the cute little moles dotting his cheek. Everything about him is just gorgeous. It’s unfair, actually, just how pretty he is. You could stare at him all day long, if he’d let you, but no matter how confident he can be, he still gets shy under your gaze, so you have to be sneaky about it. But sometimes, you just can’t help yourself.

The best time of day — your favorite time of day — is when you wake up before him, warm yellow light spilling in through curtains, and he’s still fast asleep beside you, cheek pressed into his pillow. He always looks so peaceful, so innocent, with his lips parted, his soft, wavy hair falling into his face. He’s perfect.

Scooting in closer to Steve’s sleeping figure, you snuggle into his chest, leaving just enough room to still admire him. From the close angle, you can count each of his long lashes, trace the freckles and moles that dust across his cheeks. A lock of dark hair curls around his ear, another twisting down his neck, disappearing beneath the blanket, even more falling into his face. It’s been a while since he’s had a haircut, and it’s getting long and shaggy.

Fingers tracing down the length of his neck, you twist a soft wave around your pointer finger gently. It wasn’t your intention to wake him up, but he groans softly, nose scrunching up as his eyes flutter open after a moment. You grimace your apology, though he can hardly see with how slowly he’s blinking, eyes still heavy with sleep. Cupping his stubbly cheek in your soft hand, you murmur, “G’morning, Stevie. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Mm,” he manages to grunt in response, not angry or annoyed, just still half-asleep. His body curls towards yours, an arm searching for your waist as his nose pushes into the crook of your neck, breathing deeply, “mornin’.”

“Sleep well?” you ask softly, the hand not on his cheek rubbing a gentle line up the curve of his spine.

“Mhm, good,” he breathes out, lips pursing into a light kiss against your neck. “How ‘bout you, baby?”

“Me too,” you reply, moving in closer than you already are, a leg hitching up over his hip to press your torso to his. You’re both on his pillow now, huddled together on his side of the bed. All of your senses are filled with Steve. His smell, his warmth, his strong arm holding your waist, his heartbeat, his sleepy eyes meeting yours.

A lazy smile tugs at the corners of Steve’s lips as your eyes meet. It’s so soft, it nearly makes you melt into the bedsheets right then and there. Sometimes you’re not sure you deserve the softness. The love that Steve always looks at you with. The utter adoration for you that seeps from him, even in this half-awake state. Your hand slides up his back, tangling into the hair at the nape of his neck, running the soft strands between your fingers. You want him to know just how much you love him, too, but you’re not sure how to say it, not so early in the morning. You hope he can feel it.

It’s quiet for a few minutes as you lay with each other, all soft touches and gentle kisses, quiet whispers as the sun rises further into the sky, spilling bright light into your room. You sigh loudly after a while, knowing you need to get up, and Steve, finally more awake, pulls his face from your neck to really see you. He gives you one of his gorgeous, heart-stopping smiles, and nudges the tip of his nose against yours, “I’ll make ya coffee, honey.”

The long, wispy hair hanging in his face brushes against your forehead, tickling you slightly and causing your eyes to close, nose scrunching up. Giggling, you reach up to push your hands into his hairline, pushing all of it out of his face. He looks a bit silly, but still so handsome. “Mm, yes please.”

He shakes free of your grasp, hair falling into his face once again, an over-dramatic pout gracing his lips, “Okay, well I’m not going to make you any if you’re just going to tease me, baby.”

“Sorry,” you rush to apologize, a smile still tugging at your lips as, this time, you delicately push a few strands of hair out of his face, tucking them behind his ear, “‘m sorry. You’re so pretty it hurts, Stevie.”

A soft pink blooms on Steve’s cheeks. His eyes roll, but there’s the hint of a smile at the corners of his lips, “Yeah, okay, whatever.”

“I’m serious!” you reply, a deep frown creasing the space between your eyebrows, “Y’so pretty, Stevie. Prettiest boy this side of town, no question.” You sweep more hair back out of his face, pressing little kisses to his nose, his cheeks, the moles dotting his skin, anywhere you can reach.

Steve all but giggles, face scrunching up as he leans into your touch. “Stop,” he says in a way that clearly means keep going, cheeks somehow even pinker as he pushes his face back into the crook of your neck to hide.

You giggle with him, cradling the back of his head as your fingers continue to card through his hair, “My handsome, beautiful, hot boyfriend and his ridiculously soft hair. Love you.”

“You’re just jealous of my hair,” he mumbles into your skin with a loud huff, and you can practically feel the eye roll he’s giving you. “Love you, too, though, pretty girl. Still want that coffee?”

[vampirehoon]

my angel ✫ hwang hyunjin (800+)

(needed) a/n ✫ omg. so sorry for the inactivity on posting but this month had hit me the hardest - being really busy with life, i couldn’t sit down and find time to write so finally i wrote something short and sweet. also im a hyunjin girly rn but enha posts return! also not proof read.

you would believe your boyfriend’s parents if they said angels paid him a visit when he was born and blessed him with the most perfect face you’ve ever seen. pure strangers, mainly girls, have a hard time missing him if they walk past him because he’s so beautiful.

hyunjin melts everytime you call him beautiful, insisting on it. it’s habit of hyunjin to deny and kiss you when you say those things but when he took you into his arms and held you so you couldn’t move, you knew you were loved.

it’s late at the park and a few couple and friend groups remain on the grass. you wondered if kissing you in public crossed hyunjin’s mind but it seemed everyone was already focused on the sunset.

he smiled before leaning closer into your face and places soft kisses that tickled you. fighting them was pointless but you wanted to only because you knew how pink your cheeks get.

“you sure you’re not referring to yourself, beautiful?” he hums, smushing his lips onto your pink cheeks. he’s lucky he’s beautiful and you’d never want to ruin his pretty face.

he continues to kiss you as you let it happen.

“just accept it hyunjin. you are an angel in disguise.”

you feel hyunjin’s kisses come to a stop and you look over to him, wondering where they went.

hyunjin’s eyes were sparkling, looking back and forth from both of your eyes. it’s as if he was making sure you were watching what he was doing - or going to do.

you could trail your gaze across his face to find his pretty mole under his eye or his long lips that were red and plump, but holding eye contact with him felt more intimate then anything else.

his lips curled into a soft smile as he began to speak softly to you.

“are you aware how angelic you look right now? you can’t convince me your not an angel standing in front of me.” he says as he lets one of his arms release from behind you to take your hair behind your ear.

it’s unfair he can do that to you, makes your heart flutter as if you’ve fallen in love with him all over again.

you look to the side, trying to dismiss his comment.

“you’re just saying that-“

“you’re beautiful y/n.” hyunjin takes your face in his hands and raises your head to look up at him. hearing him say that made you feel warm. if hyunjin was always here to let you know you were beautiful, you could be saved from any sadness or pain.

he won’t be able to ignore his beauty either, so you softly remind him again.

“i love you.”

“i love you.”

meeting his lips and adoring the softness of them felt like heaven. every aspect of him reminded of you of heaven. you two held each other close and shared sweet nothings when you two pulled away.

hyunjin rose your hand to his lips and placed a soft kiss to both. you smiled and adored each one.

“so,” he held your hands in front of him and played with them as he trailed. your laugh adorned the moment.

“what are our plans for tomorrow?” you question why he wonders of plans for tomorrow, it’s not even night time.

“since this day is ending.” he answers but it didn’t seem to satisfy you completely.

you wonder what the two of you can do. it’s always fun going on dates or simply staying inside and being all cozy but it’s hard to decide.

“do we need it planned out?” you ask, wrapping your arms around him and fitting your head under his chin.

hyunjin smiles as you do so and shakes his head softly.

“no, not at all.”

you two hold each other in a hug for a moment before you continue you on with plans.

“well.. i did make one plan.”

hyunjin listens, not daring to break your hug just yet.

“to start calling you my angel.”

hyunjin broke out into the sweetest laugh and you weren’t trying to make him laugh. you didn’t want it to stop so you smiled as he brought his laugh down. he seemed to have something to say as he cleared his throat.

“okay deal.” you smiled hearing him say that. “but..” you sometimes dread but’s.

“you have to let me call you my goddess.”

maybe you would and maybe you would love to kiss him for the rest of the night. you simply shrugged, acting as if that wasn’t an issue. hyunjin senses something and squeezed your soft cheeks.

“my goddess?”

“you are so lucky i’m in love with you hyunjin!” you raise your voice as you burn up and leave his hug to walk away. like a dog, hyunjin follows behind you and takes your hand in his.

“yes. i am very lucky.” is all he had to say to show his innocence in loving you.

getting to be in love with hyunjin is a chance to live in heaven on earth.

𓉸ྀི ©vampirehoon

[chweverni]

BREATHE ME

pairing; shen ricky x fem!reader synopsis; cozy day in with your boyfriend, when you just happens to be feeling a bit more touchy today. is this the part where you make out? wc; 464 warnings; kissing, proximity author's note; omg hey guys!!! i wanted to do an smau but then the more i listened to this song i.. i wanted to write smaus are hard since im barely on socmed LOL but anyways enjoy!!! pls leave some more songs + kpop idol combos in my inbox so that i feel like writing :))

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the heaving of ricky's chest, his soft breathing; inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale; his loud heartbeat, thumping right into your ears, as you place your ear over his chest, cuddling up to him, holding him tighter as if he'll disappear if you let go. this was not normal but you wanted to wanted to push it today.

you wanted to breathe in his domestic scent, trace your finger over his sculpted face, especially his pretty, pink, lips. this was probably the third time you both were sleeping on the same bed, always going on dates, just to part at the bus stop. it didn't annoy you, it wont anyway in the future too, but today you were craving more than just soft pecks on your nose or cheek.

you've never really kissed anyone that intensely, like ever, so desiring something completely out of that small box you had created for yourself felt dangerous. nonetheless, you wanted to see how far you could go with this.

breathing in, you went closer to his forehead, placing a kiss on his forehead. the sound caught ricky off-guard, as his eyes shot open, softening at the sight of you. the close proximity made both of you flustered, as ricky's cheeks flushed a slight shade of pink.

"what are you doing, sweetheart?"

you didn't answer, getting on top of him to get better access to his face; you placed a kiss on his mole under his eye. his hands went to caress your cheek, as his eyes landed on your lips, and then to your eyes.

seeing your eyes eager for his next move, ricky exhaled. to test the waters, ricky first placed a peck on your lips which lasted a bit longer, lingering to see your reaction to it. his eyes followed yours, as you stared back at him. you dived in for a similar kiss, cupping his cheeks with both your hands. your thumb rubbed over his cheeks, which made him smile. he mirrored your gesture, driving his hand to your neck, pulling your face even closer than ever.

both of you couldn't hold it anymore, as you finally closed the gap between you two. you couldn't help but smile into the kiss as ricky went to hold your hand, interlocking your fingers.

"been wanting to do this since forever."

you hummed in response, as you broke the kiss, leaving a quick peck on his lips again.

his lips formed a smile yet again, as he went and swiped his thumb over your bottom lip.

"we should probably do this more often."

all you could do was bury your face in his neck, clearly embarrassed at the fact that your baby, can't survive a day without flirting with you.

but he was your baby, so it was okay.

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i tried ive never kissed before guys this is all i can get

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[certified-ni-ki-lover]

Winter Wear

ENHYPEN Ni-ki Oneshot

While rushing out of your house since you were late for school you forgot to check the weather or grab something to keep you warm, so when someone offers you theirs you gladly accept it without realizing who gave it.

Word count: 2517

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of food, kissing (let me know if there's anything else)

This is purely a work of fiction & I do not have anything against the idols used as "bullies" in here (I only use idols from groups I stan btw so I love all the idols in this)

MASTERLIST

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You were rushing around in your kitchen with a waffle stuffed in your mouth & a brush stuck in your hair. You were trying to get your backpack together & brush your hair at the same time. You had fallen asleep while studying last night & forgot to set your alarm & since your parents were out of town for two weeks no one was there to wake you up.

Quickly swallowing your food & gulping down a glass of orange juice, you finished brushing your hair, grabbed your backpack & the first pair of shoes you could get & rushed out the door.

Only once you were outside did you realize that it was snowing & you didn't have your winter coat or a scarf or anything & to make matters worse the shoes you grabbed were a pair of heels. It was too late to go back up to your rooms grab your winter wear & find a more suitable pair of shoes so you just sighed & decided to bear with it for today. At least they went with your outfit you thought trying to make this situation positive, & thank goodness these were block heels & not the stilettoes you wear during your nights out & at least they weren't too tall. But it still made walking in the snow a struggle & the fact that you were practically FREEZING didn't help either.

Suddenly you felt more warm. You realize someone had placed their coat on you. When you looked behind you saw an incredibly tall boy, perhaps your age or a year older. His hair was dyed to a dirty blonde & he had a mole under his eye but you couldn't see the rest of his face clearly since it was covered by his scarf. "Take it," was all he said before he continued walking. You thanked the boy, but you were doubtful if he even heard your cause of his earmuffs.

On the rest of the walk to school, you couldn't help but think that the boy who lent you his jacket seemed familiar. You couldn't make out his voice either since it was muffled by his scarf but you just hoped you would run into him again.

Once you reached school you walked towards your locker. You noticed a few girls staring at you & whispering but you didn't think much of it & just headed to class. Since you were late you couldn't walk to school with your best friend, Danielle, like how you usually do.

"Y/NIEEEE" She yelled when you walked in hugging you. She thought you wouldn't be coming today so she was glad when she saw you. "Hey Dani, sorry I couldn't walk with you today, woke up late," you explained hugging her back. "No worries, I was worried though. Thought you were sick or something," she explained & you just smiled at her. You & Danielle have been best friends since you were seven years old. You loved to death & so did she. "Girl, what's with your shoes?" she asked laughing slightly. You just rolled your eyes & replied, "Ugh, don't even get me started. I had to rush this morning & these were the first pair I had grabbed plus I had also forgotten my winter coat when it's literally freezing outside," you grumbled but before Dani could ask more questions the teacher walked in & you two decided to talk more during lunch.

Now, stuffing your faces full of ramen you, explained to Danielle what had happened to you that morning. "Woahhh! You're literally so lucky! A super cute tall boy gave you his jacket!" she gushed "It's just like a K-drama omg!" you just laughed at her.

But just then you were interrupted. "Why the fuck were you wearing Ni-ki's jacket this morning?" someone yelled slamming her hand on your lunch table. It was Leeseo. She was one of the popular girls in your school. She was known for her pretty looks &also for the fact that her mom owned a share of your school. This meant she could do whatever she wanted since no one in the school could do anything about it & her parents were too busy working to care, which she didn't mind either.

The boy she was talking about was Nishimura Riki or Ni-ki which is what he preferred to be called by. He's the star player of your school's basketball team. Everyone on the basketball team was super popular & incredibly good-looking, including Ni-ki. He was the tallest on the team. Girls would leave flowers, chocolates & letters for him after every game but he would never mind them. It wasn't a rare sight to see a girl with flowers in her hands looking heartbroken from confessing to Ni-ki. He never accepted anyone's confession. You would be lying if you said you didn't have a crush on the said boy. How could you not? But from the scenes you witness you grew a fear of ever confessing. Leeseo's family was friends with the Nishimura family. Even though Ni-ki barely even speaks to her as well, Leeseo is the only girl who had the closest "connection" with Ni-ki. Of course like the other girls Leeseo had a crush on him as well, but she had more confidence in being able to be with him than the others. But just to be safe Leeseo would try & keep as many girls as she can from confessing to him.

Leeseo never liked you. You don't know what you did to her but all you can remember is that at any given opportunity she would try & make your life as miserable as possible. Things only got worse when she found out about your crush on Ni-ki. She would always get so infuriated about any little interactions you had with him.

But right now you didn't even know what she was talking about. That is until you remembered about the boy from that morning who gave you his jacket. That's why he was so familiar to you. Cause it was Ni-ki. That also explained the stares & whispers you got when you entered the building. "Um he gave it to me..?" you replied. You could see the anger rise on Leeseo's face & the confusion on her friends. "He never shares his clothes. Why would ever give his jacket to you?" she asked glaring at you. "I don't know. Why don't you ask him since you're so "close" to him," you replied back. "Fine!" she replied back before storming out of the cafeteria.

Danielle looked at you with wide eyes, "Ni-ki gave you his jacket???" she asked. "It seems like it," you replied, your cheeks slightly pink. But you knew Leeseo would pull a stunt now & you weren't ready for whatever she was planning.

***Next day***

You woke up at the right time today & were dressed more appropriately. Unfortunately, you couldn't walk with Danielle again today since she had some work to do at her journalism club so she headed to school earlier.

When you entered the school everyone was staring at you & whispering again. "She's so lucky!" "I'm literally so envious of her!" You were confused by all this & went to find Danielle, just then you saw her running over to you. "GIRL YOU'LL NEVER BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED" she yelled pulling you into her office in the journalism club. You were confused by what was going on so you asked her to which she just handed you her phone telling you to watch the video that was playing.

The video was probably taken yesterday after school cause it showed Ni-ki's basketball team practicing. A few seconds later you saw Leeseo approaching him. For some odd reason, you felt your heart beat faster. "Ni-ki!" she cutely yelled in the video, to which he turned. "I heard that you gave your jacket to Y/N L/N," she said. "Yea," he replied shortly continuing to warm up with one of his teammates, Lee Heeseung. "Um why?" she asked. "I saw her rushing this morning. Seems like she forgot it & was cold," he said shrugging. "But you never share your clothes. You don't even lend me your jacket," she said pouting, emphasizing the "me". You cringed wanting to stop watching, "Bear with it & just keep watching, trust me," Danielle spoke. "Cause she's my girlfriend," Ni-ki spoke shortly walking away from Leeseo to grab his bag & head out. "WHAT?? Wait Ni-ki where are you going?? Come back! Do your parents know about this?? You know they've always wanted us to be together right...." Leeseo's screaming trailed off as she followed Ni-ki & the video ended. "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!" you screamed. "GIRL YOU'VE GOT TO ASK NI-KI ABOUT THIS!" Dani shouted as the bell rang. Since you had class now you decided to wait after school to ask him about this during his practice.

***Time Skip***

The final bell had rung, indicating that school was over for the day. Your classmates were packing their things & talking to their friends about their weekend plans. You packed your stuff & thought to head to the journalism room first so you could go to the basketball court with Danielle. There was no way you were going to talk to Ni-ki alone.

Arms linked with Dani, you both headed to the basketball court. You saw that practice had already begun. The players were doing warm-ups while the couch went over a few things with the assistant couch. You spotted a few girls sitting on the bleachers. Some of them were a few player's girlfriends while the others were fans who had crushes on the rest. You found Leeseo & her group of friends sitting in the front row. She was obviously here for Ni-ki. You looked away when she spotted you. You made your way over to the drink cooler to wait so you could talk to Ni-ki during their break.

The coach blew the whistle indicating that it was their break time to rest & get refreshed for the rest of the practice. You noticed one of his teammates, Jake, another player on the team & one of Ni-ki's close friends, nudge Ni-ki whispering something to him while looking at you. Ni-ki took a glance at your direction & whispered something back to him. You saw Ni-ki approaching you so you took out the energy drink you got for him. Ni-ki took a seat next to you on the bench, "Here," you spoke softly offering him the drink, but before he could accept it, Leeseo came over, "Hi Ni-ki! You played so well! Here I got you a drink," she said giving him the drink. "Thanks but Y/N already got a drink for me," he said grabbing the drink you got for him & taking a sip. You could see Leeseo's expression shifting into annoyance, but she plastered on a fake smile. "Uh Ni-ki I wanted to talk to you about something," you started, "Sure," he replied, "You can tell me when we walk home together," he said before you could ask what he meant by that, the coach called him over since practice had begun again. So you waited for him again this time with your heart beating out of your chest.

"Let's go," NI-ki said picking up his bag. "NI-KI!" Leeso shouted, you could see Ni-ki roll his eyes at her, IT'S FRIDAY! WE HAVE FAMILY DINNER TOGETHER! WHY DON'T WE-" you couldn't finish hearing what she wanted to say cause Ni-ki had grabbed your hand & started walking out. "Hey! It looks like you have something important to do," you said. "I never go for those dinners. My parents have learned that by now," he said. "Oh," you replied, Leeseo had always bragged to you how every weekend Ni-ki & her would spend time together & how interested he was in her, looks like she had been lying this whole time. The realization gave you butterflies for some reason.

"So what did you want to talk about?" he asked. "Uh well there's been a rumor going around that you gave me your jacket that day cause I'm your girlfriend," you said. "Yea," he responded casually, "Yea?" you asked confused, "Is there anything wrong with that?" he asked "I know you like me Y/N," he said. You looked at him with wide eyes, your heart hammering out of your chest. "What?" you asked him, "I had heard Leeseo's confronting you about it," he replied. "So that whole video was like some joke or something you planned?" you asked looking down trying to hold in your tears. "Y/N," he said stopping & turning towards you. He softly held your chin making you look up at him, he held your face in his hands, his thumb softly caressing your cheek, "I don't know how you've never noticed the way I look at you. I've liked you for such a long time. I didn't know how to tell you cause I wasn't sure if you also liked me. But when I heard you & Leeseo talking about it, I found you did like me. Now I just had to figure out how to tell you, but I never found the perfect opportunity. That's why I gave you my jacket the other day, you're the only person I wouldn't mind wearing my clothes & When Leeseo asked me about it, I figured that was the perfect opportunity, not only would I get to confess to you but it would also keep any of the other guys from trying to ask you out. Plus I also figured if she knew I liked you back, she would stop giving you a hard time about your feelings & would also leave me alone." he confessed looking into your eyes. You didn't know what to say. You were left speechless at his confession. So instead you tiptoed & placed a soft kiss on his lips. You felt his arms fall around your waist while you put your arms around his neck. You could feel him kiss you back with the same amount of love & passion you had for him, if not even more. A few seconds later you broke the kiss, "I love you Riki," you said looking up at him. "I love you too Y/N," he said, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead before hugging you. "Oh yeah here," you said breaking the hug & handing him a bag. He looked at you confused, "What is this," he asked taking the bag, "It's your jacket. I figured you would want it back," you said smiling at him. "Keep it. I don't want my girlfriend to freeze to death," he said. "Oh so I'm your girlfriend now?" you asked him, teasing him. "Obviously," he said rolling his eyes. "If you thought I was just going to leave you like that then you thought wrong sweetheart," he said pulling you into another sweet kiss.

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a/n: This was left incomplete in my drafts for SO LONG😭😭Hope you guys liked it!

My requests are OPEN btw🤍

Thank you for reading!!🧡

[instant-delusions]

heyyy melina, uau youre have such a pretty name :)

can you write me a fluffy one shot about how soft is wake up next to Leo? see the light leaking through the curtain, feel the heat that naturally emanates from him and how It's satisfying to see his face when he's just woken up

ty bae 🐭

OMG I love this req sm !! 😭 AND THANK U FOR COMPLIMENTING MY NAME !! AHHH!! also I hit 200 followers. I love u guys, thank u ♡

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cw: established relationship, pure fluff

a/n: enjoy my leo brainrot ♡

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it's november, autumn melted into winter - the days were shorter, leaves in reddish color decorate the streets, and people snuggled into their scarves to escape the cold. the demigods in camp half blood walked around with cups filled with hot chocolate or steaming coffee.

it was an extraordinarily quiet evening. most of the campers left to celebrate thanksgiving with their families, which left you and leo alone in hephaestus cabin. your boyfriend was hunched over a box, trying to find the beamer he tinkered not too long ago, "I swear to gods, I'll cry if we can't watch adventure time today-" you giggled and stood up to help him.

you watched adventure time all night long, laughing and sobbing, relating to the emotions and happenings riddled throughout the show - until you fell asleep. leos arm was squeezed around your waist, and your legs were tangled together. with your face snuggled in the space between his neck and shoulder, you heaved in a deep breath until your lungs were filled with him only. your insides were painted with sunshine and orange blossoms.

once the morning trickled inside the room and your lids flickered, slowly waking up, you caught a glance of your lover in front of you. a feeling mixed between giddy butterflies and absolute peace filled you, and completely unaware, your hand lifted to his hair, brushing through the soft locks. silently, you studied his face lightened by the coldish sunlight through the window. there was a mole under his left eye and one under his lips, a scar on his eyebrow that you trailed with your finger. his skin was paler than in the summer, but his dark circles under his eyes were gone. another scar went from his jawline down his neck. you rested your arm over his shoulder, drawing circles on his upper back, thinking about all the mornings in the future that'll be just like this. a smile started to form on your face.

"I love you so much," you promised, knowing that, although he was sleeping, his soul said it back.

[creedslove]

Imagine our sweet Dave looking at his future fiance quietly. She doesn't know he is standing in a corridor, looking at her when she is changing in her bedroom.

They are not living together yet, they are just dating for a few months and she is still a little shy around him at times.

She has her sports bra on, because it's more comfortable than regular bra, but Dave wants to take her for some fancy dinner so she wants to change. The sports bra is a little tight and she has to make a little silly dance to take it off. Something she is jumping, sometimes wiggling her way out of it. Dave loves it. He finds it beyond adorable when she is jumping and grunting a little, because the bra is stubborn and long hair is not helping in this situation. He is smiling and laughing very quietly. He is in trouble, he thinks to himself.

When his soon to be fiance is wiggling her hips to help a tight dress fit through her wide hips, Dave takes a deep breath and admires her. Thongs, so it's not visible under the dress, love handles so soft, his fingers always dig dip in her flesh, exposed back with a back fat shaping her body the way he likes it, wide shoulders with freckles and moles he wants to kiss. It's beautiful view.

When the dress is on, she is out of the bedroom. The large mirror is in the corridor and she wants to take a look at herself in the outfit.

-You ready? - she can hear Dave's voice from a living room. He was quick, so he was not spotted staring.

-i think I have to change. I look so ridiculous in that tight dress. It looked good in the store, but I'm not sure now. Dave loved the dress on her. Belly pouch, breasts, wide hips. Everything so visible, but hidden.

-I think, this look needs a little something to be completed. -His voice low and think like honey. The necklaces Dave helped her put on was supposed to be a gift for later that evening, but seeing the beautiful woman in front of him, he wanted to spoil her as soon as possible. He wanted to see her smile and gasp in surprise.

Dave loves his soon to be fiance. His soon to be wife. 🍓✨

I have never seen Equalizer 2, but from clips and fantastic I think he is my top 5 for sure. Dave deserves so much love and kisses. There is something about him.

Dave York x f!reader

A/N: omg bestie, you painted this picture so well, it sounds just perfect to picture him like that. It sounds sexy and intimate and I'm sure you worded it better than I could ever do it! ❤️ Thank you for this beautiful scenario, and yes, he does deserve all the love and affection in the whole wide world ❤️

• Dave's heart raced as he watched you from afar, he could never believe his luck in knowing you were his, it still felt too good, it was unbelievable, but it was real: you were his, his fiancee and soon to be wife

• he just loves you, all of you, so much of you it feels overwhelming to him at times: but he loves your body, your soul, your personality and everything about you, just the mere fact of watching you hidden is enough to make his heart flutter, the desire grows inside of him, whenever he sees those clothes sliding through your soft skin, he wants to run his own hands through your body, but it's still too soon, not just yet, he needs to watch you a little longer, he loves that sight

• and once you're standing there like a damn goddess, Dave can't help but feel the need to walk to you, it's like being hypnotized and he can't stay away, so when he places his hands on your shoulders and sees your hesitation, your shy eyes, the way you bite your lips and mumble you are considering changing, his heart breaks, you should never be insecure that way, not when you are beautiful, breathtakingly gorgeous

"this dress looks beautiful, just like you entirely, you're not changing it, baby girl, it looked good at the store and now it looks even better"

• he assures you, showing you he's not gonna let you change it, he loves the way you look, you are perfect, you are his, and if anything, he would just change one single thing about you: he would add some jewelry to you, because you glow more than the finest precious stone, so he decided to grab the velvet jewelry box he got on his way from work and handed it to you; he was going to give it to you during dinner, but why not at that moment?

"there, now you look perfect, everything about you is perfect baby girl, look at yourself"

• Dave commanded while his hands squeezed your sides, holding you in front of the mirror, as he nuzzled your neck, kissing and nibbling your shoulders

"see how perfect you are? Your body, your hips, your breasts, all of you baby girl, I fucking love it"

• Dave's kiss was hungry, he was feeling you up, running your hands through your body as his fist gripped your hair, he loved you, all of you and he was going to take you, even if you two arrived a little late for dinner, it didn't matter, you were his priority

• the way Dave turned you around, kissing you even more hungrily and placed you on the bed, getting between your legs as he parted them, kissing and nibbling your thighs and groaning at how you squirmed for him

"you're not gonna remove this dress, got it, baby girl?"

• he told you, allowing you only to lift your hips up and roll up your dress, so you could spread your legs for him. Dave let out a groan at the sight of your beautiful silky pair of panties, it was so sexy and inviting, but he needed it to be gone, wanting you bare and exposed for him

• he pulled your panties to the side, kissing your inner thighs and spreading your slippery lips apart, his tongue immediately savoring your addictive taste; he could spend the whole night there, the way your sensitive clit flicked in his tongue as you whimpered and your legs shook slightly whenever he suckled on it

• your finger ran through his hair, pulling it closer and closer to your cunt, wanting more of your boyfriend's devilish mouth on you; your heart raced, your body felt on fire and you couldn't hold back any longer, you called his name repeatedly, wanting him more and more, as you felt yourself getting closer to your bliss, you finally came into Dave's mouth

• you clenched, so sensitive at how he licked and kissed all over your cunt as you tried recovering from your orgasm; he smirked at you, kissing his way up and then your lips, making you taste yourself in them

"see baby? Told you you looked perfect, now we're finally ready to go"

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[katsu28]

Omg Kait that prompt list 🥺 what about the prompt “massage” with Rooster?🥰

nova my fellow rooster enthusiast ily, thank you for requesting <3

bradley "rooster" bradshaw x reader, 0.9k

Bradley tended to carry his tension in his shoulders, you’d noticed. All the stress from a long day at work, all the responsibilities he carried and the things he had to think about; everything built up until his body locked up and all he could do was muscle through it. 

It was a wonder how he didn’t crack under all that pressure. 

You found him sprawled out facedown on the bed today, lying so still you thought he was asleep at first. His shirt was cast off to the side, arms folded under his head as his body moved with his rhythmic breathing. He looked…tense. Tired. 

It wasn’t until you crept across the room to grab something quietly that he lifted his head, searching for you slowly. Even utterly exhausted, Bradley’s eyes always found you. The bags under his eyes were somehow worse than just a few days ago, which made your heart lurch.

You hated seeing Bradley so drained. Sometimes you wondered if his job was really worth the toll it put his body through. He would say yes, but one look at him had you questioning it. 

“Hey, you,” You said softly, smiling at him warmly. He managed a noncommittal groan, but not much else. “Hard day?”

Bradley heaved out a big sigh, slowly rolling spread-eagle onto his back. “That would be the understatement of a century.”��

“Need anything?” 

“Just you.” His hand reached up, out towards you, fingers wiggling in an invitation to come lay with him. You obliged immediately, all thoughts of what you’d come in here to get in the first place trickling away as you crawled up the bed, snuggling up next to him in the space he’d made for you. 

He sighed again, though it was more content this time. But even then, you could feel the stiffness of his shoulder under your head. 

“You’re in pain.” You observed, sitting up within a second. You noticed that Bradley grimaced with your sudden movement. 

“I’m fine, sweetheart.” He insisted, giving his head a ginger shake. “Just wanna lay with you, I’ll feel better soon.” 

“I think I might know what would help you.” 

“I appreciate it, I do, but I’m okay—” You rolled him back over to his stomach and swung your leg over him, taking a seat on his back right above his tailbone in one fell swoop. Bradley attempted to crane his neck to look at you once more, but you tapped the back of his head, a sign to stop moving. 

“Be quiet and relax.” 

“What’re you—oh.” The second your hands pressed into his shoulders, he positively melted into the bed under him, letting out an appreciative groan. “Oh shit.” 

You rubbed his shoulders silently, then moved down his back, admiring the way the planes of muscle contracted with every circle of your hands. Bradley Bradshaw had a very nice back. All the while, Bradley was practically singing your praises, moaning and groaning up a storm as you worked out the knots in his back. 

Had anyone walked into your place right now, they probably would’ve gotten a very wrong idea of what was happening. 

“Jesus, you’re good at this.” He mumbled, voice muffled by his arm. “D’you have, like, magic hands or something?” 

“Not the first time you’ve asked me that question.” You hummed, lips turning up into a smile.

Bradley snorted. “Guess I walked right into that one, huh?” 

“Guess you did.” 

When you were done, you leaned over him, pressing your lips over his warm skin soothingly. Every mole, every freckle, every scar got a gentle kiss, and by the time you were finished with that, Bradley was beginning to drift off to sleep. He managed to roll back over once you’d climbed off him, blinking at you slowly. His eyes looked hazy, fluttering shut with his impending slumber, but even so, he smiled at you almost drunkenly. 

“Better?” You chuckled, smoothing your fingers through his hair. Bradley’s trailed down the inside of your arm featherlight, pulling you against his chest with surprising ease for someone who was half asleep. 

“Hundred percent.” He murmured. His hand slid around the back of your neck to bring you in close to him once you were settled for the second time, mouth pressing against yours in a short and sweet kiss. Your hand caressed the curve of his jaw until he pulled away, moving up to thumb across his bottom lip tenderly. “You always take such good care of me, sweetheart. What did I ever do to deserve you?” 

“I believe it was the tipsy flirting at the Hard Deck that ended with your drink all over my shoes that really won me over.” You teased, giving his firm chest a pat. “Very endearing. Made me swoon.” 

“Oh, ha ha. Real funny.” He rolled his eyes playfully. “I told you, I wasn’t drunk, I slipped on a patch of sand.” 

“A patch of sand. Inside. Sure.” 

“The place is right on the beach, is it really that hard to believe?” 

“It is. Cute try though.”

[larcenywrites]

Hiii! I really like your stories, thank you for what you do for us <3 You recently wrote that you want to write something clean and I just thought, maybe you want to write my request. But just ignore it, please, if you don't want to write it, it's okay!! I was just thinking about how attentive Tony is to his girlfriend and, you know, I'm obsessed with moles for some reason. I know it sounds weird, but I just want to lie in bed with Tony in the morning while we cuddle and he kisses my moles. I'm a little insecure about my body because of them and I just want to see something soft about this thing. Once again, a huge excuse for such a request 💀💀

Aw omg no it’s cute! And don’t feel insecure, I have a fairly big mole right on my cheek (my face, I mean; but I do also have one on my asscheek 🤣)! I have quite a few moles and freckles everywhere so I get it, but now I love them though I think moles and freckles are super cute 🥰 obviously idk where your beauty marks are, nor anyone else’s, and I’m not just gonna use my own for reference (maybe one or two 🤭), so hopefully there’s a little bit here for everyone? Tbh I do focus on Tony a lot as well tbf! I haven’t written in so long I hope it’s okay 😰

Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: none except technically Tony and Reader and naked lol but I don’t explicitly say that | no pronouns used or specified for reader | just cuddles and fluff and kisses 😚

Word count: 920

Tracing over his sun-warmed skin, your fingers followed the rise and dip of his back. The morning light shed over him, illuminating your path between each mark and mole, some flat, some raised, becoming more scarce the lower you went. You couldn’t help but laugh at the way he squirmed and arched as your touch drifted down his spine. You settled halfway onto his back, wrapping your hands over his shoulders and affectionately resting your head on the back of his neck.

Your laugh turned into a giggle when he promptly rolled onto his side, throwing you off and backing into you. You only took it as your opportunity to be the big spoon, throwing your arm over his waist and burying a hand in his hair, lining up the dark freckle in the center of your chest to the mole beneath his shoulder blades. Nuzzling into his shoulder, you noticed a group of freckles on his neck and promptly swooped in for a quick kiss.

With a tired hum, he stretched out, tilting his chin to reveal the mole under his jaw that was only visible when he shaved. The back of your finger drifted over his jawline.

“What are you doing?” He mumbled sleepily.

“I don’t know,” you chirped. “You’re pretty.”

With a yawn, he rolled onto his back. You kept your hand on his waist as when he settled on his back and made you move once again. You sat up on your elbow, rubbing over the soft skin of his tummy and thumbing over the dark brown mole near his belly button.

“You’re pretty, too,” he replied with tired eyes that heavily gazed at you from over his chest. The corner of your lips twisted up with an amused huff. You sat up more to straddle his waist. Instantly, his warm hands were on your arms and feeling their way up to your shoulders. Tony’s gaze stayed with yours as he did so. As his thumbs rubbed over your freckled shoulders in an act of comfort, you reached down to peck at the faded freckle on his wrist.

From this angle, his face was hardly freckled or blotched, aside from the redness in his cheeks from lying facing down in the sun, and the tan spot near the corner of his eye that was honestly more like a cherry-on-top. He was naturally perfect, already cleaned up for the cameras.

“What are you thinking about,” he mumbled, poking your side and playfully pinching at your skin, making your stomach tighten from the sudden contact. As his hand settled above your hip, you couldn’t help but use your arms to hide the line of those beauty marks across your belly.

You look down at his chest as you tried to come up with something to say, and at the very least something that wasn’t exactly a lie. “I read somewhere that moles and freckles go away with age,” you quickly recalled, looking back down at him as earnestly as you could. As if he knew where this was going, the hand on your hip was still able to trace over your stomach, as if checking whether or not they were still there. He hummed in thought as he did, still waking up.

“That’s sad,” he mumbled, pausing before looking back up at you with innocence. “I’ll miss the one on your ass,” he said with an exaggerated pout, putting all the energy he’d built up so far to smack your ass.

“Ow,” you pouted back in a drawn-out whine. That innocent look quickly turned into that usual mischievous grin, teeth showing as you fell into his side again. That same hand kept your thigh straddled over him even as you slid off. With you by his side again, he quickly took his chance to steal a kiss. You weren't sure if he realized your insecurity, but he probably wouldn’t understand anyway. He didn’t have very many. A cluster below his ear, the Orion’s Belt on his forearm; a stray below his collarbone, a mole on his shoulder; an array over his upper back. Unnoticeable enough to leave him without a flaw.

He probably didn’t quite get it, why you trace over his skin, but he copied your sentiment anyway. It was your turn to feel his callousing hands drifting down your back and fingertips knowing the paths on your arm. Nose-to-nose and skin-to-skin, you relaxed under his touch.

But maybe the innocence in his unknowingness made it sweeter. He saw the stars on your skin with his natural love for your beauty, and copied you in playing connect-the-dots because he simply associated it with affection. And if he did it long enough, you could probably find his star sign etched into your being.

“I’ll miss that one, too,” Tony softly mumbled, tearing you from your thoughts as lips met the corner of your own. You smiled and opened your eyes, but you still scrunched your nose at the mention of the mole by your mouth.

“You know, all my favorite models have one,” he reassured you in a more suggestive tone.

“Oh, and who’s your favorite model?” You sassed sternly. His reply was another toothy grin that pressed to your lips.

“You,” he finally said pointedly, making you roll your eyes. From this close, you could see another faded brown spot on his cheek. Taking your hand from his chest, he kissed at even the smallest of freckles between your knuckles, but he didn’t need to say anything.

[hannyoontify]

beautiful stranger - boo seungkwan

member | non-idol!seungkwan x gn!reader

genre | strangers to lovers au, humor(?)

word count | 2.2k

synopsis | crossword puzzles, cups of coffee, smudged pencil sketches. the attractive stranger you happen to see on the way to work becomes a little more than an innocent crush on your morning commute.

warnings | none (pls lmk if there’s any that i should add)

notes | woooo!! my first published work!! i struggled wayyy too much making this post... i thought of this idea on a whim when i was doing homework this morning hehe this was actually inspired by laufey’s ‘beautiful stranger’ it’s a really good song and i highly recommend it (and the rest of her discography omg i love her music) you might even see me use some of her lyrics almost word for word here haha… anyway hope you guys enjoy!! :D

You first saw him on a hot, weary day in June. 

Your crappy ex-boss demanded requested that you return to his company not even 2 weeks after you had left. You had just quit his company and were looking for a new one, but no one seemed to be hiring. You reluctantly went back because the bills weren’t going to pay themselves and someone had to pay the overpriced monthly rent for your one-bedroom apartment in downtown New York City. 

You moved to New York City from your middle-of-nowhere hometown at the age of 23. You were fresh out of college, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as you swore to yourself that you would make your mark as a journalist and make it big in the City of Dreams. 

3 years and a pandemic later, you were merely a staff member for the local newspaper instead of being the youngest editor-in-chief in history for the New York Times as you had envisioned. 

That morning, your blaring alarm seemed even more annoying than it usually was. After taking a hot shower and eating a filling breakfast, you left your apartment in haste, eager to catch the earliest train to your work. 

The train station was almost empty, since it was still early in the morning, and the train was equally as empty save for a couple of strangers scattered across the seats when you stepped into the railcar. You sat in an open seat, across from a man looking down and reading a newspaper in his lap. 

The train lurched as it started to move again, and you saw the man sitting across from you shift in his seat because of the sudden movement and the moment he looked up, time seemed to momentarily stop.

He was beautiful. His mask was pulled down to his chin because of the lack of a crowd, showing his sweet, rounded face that seemed to be full of youth. His big, round eyes seemed to sparkle, and a small, dark mole under his left eye immediately caught your attention. 

The stranger was wearing a matching gray suit with shiny brown leather shoes. Smart-looking glasses were perched on his pretty nose, and his dark brown hair was swept across his forehead. Calling this man beautiful would be an understatement. He was a work of art, you thought.

You allowed yourself the luxury to look only for a second before diverting your gaze; you didn’t want to seem rude. He went back to reading his newspaper and you felt your face beginning to flush a shade of bright crimson red. 

You were never one to be curious about strangers. Your personality naturally made you a very shy and quiet person who never really concerned themselves with the people around them, especially strangers. But oddly enough, this beautiful stranger intrigued you. You wanted to speak with him, you wanted to know his name. His formal choice of clothing made you question his occupation and for what reason he could be out and about this early. Where he was from, where he was going? What were his thoughts and opinions on mint chocolate ice cream? 

The world was silent, with the rattling of the train wheels and the occasional crumple of the beautiful stranger’s newspaper being the only exception. You tried to make yourself seem busy by plugging in your earbuds and pretending to mindlessly scroll on your lock screen, but in reality, you were watching him through your eyelashes. His long, nimble fingers thumbed through the newspaper, clicking his tongue and shaking his head occasionally whenever he read about something unfortunate, or hummed when he read something interesting in the opinions column. At one point, you swore that he smiled, and you felt your heart melt into a puddle of goo and drop by your feet. 

You became curious about the newspaper he was reading. Could it be the newspaper that you worked for? That would be a good excuse for starting a conversation with him, you thought to yourself. 

After a lot of pondering and internal conflict, you gathered the courage to stand up to go over and speak to him. The moment you stood up, the intercom announced the upcoming stop, which, as luck would have it, was yours. You halted in your tracks, rethinking the choice you were about to make. You heard the doors opening as you came to your stop. 

You reluctantly left the train and looked back until it was no longer in view. What if you had gathered the courage to speak to him a little earlier? Would you have known his name? You could’ve exchanged a few words, and a fairytale moment could have occurred. But now, your beautiful stranger was going to have to remain a stranger until you saw him again. 

The next time you saw him was a couple of days later. He was sitting in the railcar in similarly styled clothing, with yet again, a newspaper in hand. In his other hand was a cup of coffee that was balancing on his knee as he stared intently at the paper. You stared at the beautiful man, watching him as he took a slow sip from the coffee that you couldn’t recognize the brand of. 

You sighed as you pulled out your sketchbook and drawing pencil and you began to sketch the stranger. Although writing was your passion, you also enjoyed drawing. If you had not majored in journalism, you often think that you would’ve been an art major. Your pencil began to move across the rough canvas, drawing the contrasting hard lines and soft dips and curves of the beautiful stranger in front of you. 

By the time the train pulled up to your stop, you were almost done. The only thing missing was his face. During the entire train ride, the man had not looked up a single time–at least not when you were looking. Feeling disappointed, you stood up from your seat and made your way to the doors. 

You looked at your beautiful stranger through the reflection of the glass one last time, but instead of seeing the top of his head like you usually did, you caught him staring at you. Although you were the one who caught him staring at you, you still felt like a child that was caught stealing from a candy store. You felt your cheeks flare up in embarrassment and you quickly looked away.

For the next couple of months, you found yourself constantly looking for the beautiful stranger who showed up on your morning commute at random intervals. He always had a cup of coffee from the same store and a newspaper in hand. 

You began to notice small things about him. You noticed that he always spent the most amount of time in the sports and opinions section. He always had a pen tucked in the front pocket of his blazer that he occasionally used to underline something in the newspaper, or sometimes, when he finished the newspaper earlier than usual, he would solve the crossword puzzle on the back. 

You also learned that the newspaper he was reading was indeed from the same small company that you were working for. After learning about his fondness for the opinions column, you begged your editor-in-chief to let you write more pieces for that specific category. She thought you were out of your mind but still granted it. Now, you were writing a piece for the opinions column nearly every day. It was more work than you were used to, but for some reason, it didn’t tire you out like it usually would have. 

It was definitely too early to call it love, but your innocent crush on your morning commute slowly grew into something more. Almost every day, you stared at the unfinished sketch of the stranger and wondered when you would be able to finish the drawing. Over the course of time, the edges of the paper had begun to fray and wear away. There were smudges from the graphite of your pencil and there were creases from all the times you folded and unfolded the paper. 

It was a little over 10 pm when you boarded the near-empty train after a particularly long shift. Your fingers, shoulders, and neck were sore from bending over your desk and writing all day. There were only a couple of people sitting quietly in their respective seats; heads tucked down, ears plugged in, and eyes closed. Entering the train, you quietly surveyed the railcar, looking for a seat when you spotted a familiar-looking face.

There he was again, your beautiful stranger. For the first time, he was wearing something other than his usual formal blazer and slacks. This particular evening, he was dressed in much more casual clothes; a matching dark blue sweater and sweatpants, and he had headphones pulled over his head. You ran your hand through your hair in a short attempt to make yourself presentable and chose to sit in the empty seat across from him. 

Your beautiful stranger looked much younger and at ease like this. His usually hardened hair was now a fluffy mess (you thought it was adorable) that tumbled across his forehead and temples. His eyebrows were pinched into a frown as he bit on the tip of the same pen that he always uses. His eyes were staring intensely at the crossword puzzle in the back of the newspaper from a couple of days ago. 

You knew it was a tough one. Your editor-in-chief had been giggling hysterically in her office when she made that day's puzzle, so you knew it was going to be bad. You had already solved it the day it was out, with the help of your co-worker who sat across from you, but it was perfectly understandable why he was still stuck.

You abruptly stood up and took a deep breath before walking towards the pretty man. He sensed your presence and looked up at you with bright eyes. 

“Hi.”

“Hello,” the man took off his headphones. His voice was soft and gentle, it reminded you of a warm cup of milk on a rainy day. Yeah, it was weirdly specific, but you liked it. “Can I help you?”

“Is that.. Is that the ‘Daily Seventeen Times’ issue from a couple of days ago?” You asked. Every second passing felt like a sign from the universe telling you to stop. Sirens began going off in your head. ‘Abort! Abort! Abort mission! Bad idea!’

“Yeah, it is! I’m stuck on their crossword puzzle and it’s absolutely destroying me.” Too late now.

“Oh, I actually work at ‘Daily Seventeen Times’, if you want my help.” The beautiful not-so-stranger beamed at your offer.

“Oh, would you? I would really appreciate that. My friend and I are competing to see who can complete 100 crossword puzzles from your magazine faster, and it’s a really close tie so I’m desperate.” He explained. He motioned for you to sit down in the empty seat next to him and you (gladly) obliged.

“I’m [Name], by the way,” you said, in hopes that you can learn his name as well.

The handsome man smiled and offered you his hand to shake. “I’m Seungkwan, nice to meet you.”

You shook his hand and smiled back. He had a nice smile, you thought to yourself. You locked eyes with him and you both just sat there for a minute, staring into each other’s eyes. With someone else, it would’ve been awkward, but with Seungkwan, it didn't feel that way at all.

“Now back to the crossword puzzle,” You were snapped out of your trance-like state by his warm voice and nodded.

“Yes. Cross-puzzle word. Right.” 

You felt the tips of your ears burn bright red at your stutter, but Seungkwan didn’t notice. Quickly recovering from your embarrassment, you looked over his shoulder to see what he was struggling with.

The two of you sat in silence while Seungkwan scribbled out words on the margins of the page, trying to figure out how to solve the puzzle without losing his sanity. You occasionally pointed out a few hints that he accepted gratefully. Before you knew it, 30 minutes had passed, and your stop and apartment was long past you, but you didn’t care.

“Hey, this might seem a little creepy, but where do you live? Because we just passed by my stop,” Seungkwan said. 

“Oh!” You laughed. “We passed by my stop a while ago, but don’t worry about it. I can grab a cab.”

Seungkwan buried his face into his hands and groaned. “Oh man, I’m so sorry. I completely lost track of time. I can pay for your cab fee if you can give me your number-”

Your mouth fell open into a little ‘o’ shape.

“Oh my god, was that too straightforward? Sorry, uhm…” Seungkwan awkwardly sat next to you, trying to find the right words to say. “What I meant was… if you want, do you want to meet up this weekend for brunch or something and finish this crossword puzzle?”

You raised a surprised brow at him and he began to ramble again. “Again, if that’s also too straightforward, forget I said anything. We can both get off on the next stop and go on our own separate ways and-”

Your laugh cut off his incessant rambling. “Is this your way of asking me out, Seungkwan?”

“M-maybe..”

“Then, yes. I would love to go out for brunch and solve this damned crossword puzzle with you.”

reblogs + feedback is always appreciated ^-^

[ggumjjun]

okay you mentioned farmer kai but how about stable boy kai.

posh horse rider reader who has been eyeing him ever since your rich parents had hired him to take care of the horses. shy reader thinks she’s sneaky when she hides behind the stable door, watching him from afar as he shovels hay with his shirt off. one day when she goes back to watch him again he’s nowhere to be found. suddenly you hear him smugly whisper behind your ear “do your parents know you’re running off to everyday?” why ride horses when you can ride him instead? (omg that made me cringe asdfghjk)

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LOL what is with the farmer kai n why is it so hot ?? n now stable hand—

being the pretty and sweet daughter to inherit the family’s fortune made on racing horses, both on betting and winning. n so when your father hires a new stable hand after the old one retired, you go for a peek, expecting some middle aged guy in a flannel,,, but it’s a very broad boy with long bangs in his face, clad in demon overalls, white t-shirt stretched over his shoulders~~ stable hand!kai who looks up, waving and walking over to introduce himself… but all you can see is his disarming smile, and the way his shirt is about to bust in the seams, tightly stretched over his pecs— and he’s a bit confused when you run away in a flustered mess, having stammered a quick greeting… and once his back is turned, peeking out from behind the tree, watching him as he wipes his brow of sweat before going back to raking… he’s very, very, very attractive, isn’t he~?

and so every day, your cute face peeking into the stables, watching as shirtless kai pants, shoveling hay, his broad back muscles rippling eight the strenuous effort, veins in his forearms and biceps bulging, sweat glistening on his skin as he sighs and wipes it off… and down the mole on his nose, unable to avert your eyes away, cute how you’re so innocent but can’t help it, can you~? shhh… and kai knows, from the way he intentionally manspreads when taking a break, water dripping down his chin when he drinks water… knowing you’re watching the way the sweat and water rolls down his skin, how long to keep you on your toes~?

one day, shyly approaching the stables, and kai’s not there—! as you wander inside, suddenly a voice in your ear, ‘do your parents know where you’re running off to everyday?’ gasping in surprise, whirling around to see shirtless kai right behind you, a smug smirk painted on his lips as he looks down at you, all flustered and shy. and stepping back ad he inches closer, until your back meets the wall of the storage room, kai’s muscular arm trapping you between him and the wall, lusty gaze on your widened eyes and parted lips. stable hand!kai who captures your lips in a soft kiss, a glow of warmth in his chest as you instantly melt into his touch… don’t think he hasn’t been waiting for this moment, thinking about corrupting the cute girl coming to watch him all the time, as he scoops you up and places you on his lap, thick thighs under your legs, hands on his broad chest as he holds your cheek, leaning further in. a string of saliva connecting your lips to his when you gasp for air, when kai smirks, asking if you’ve ever done it before, pretty~? and the rush of blood to his crotch when you shyly shake your head no, as kai whispers if he can have his way with you… and so nod yes, make it feel better, relieve the burning sensation in your core <3

gasping and whimpering so cutely as kai bounces you on his big cock, your hot breaths on his neck and shoulder as you cling to his arms, his big hands under your plush thighs as he lifts you on and off his cock, tight pussy barely able to fit his massive length and girth, loud sounds of skin slapping against skin as you sob tears of pleasure, tits bouncing against his chest with every move, cutely falling apart into shambles under his touch as kai fucks you on his cock, riding him as your first time ever, pussy all stretched out and clenching down, unfamiliar heat burning your skin and core, abused folds all swollen with the effort of fitting his massive cock, and so cutely when you cum on his cock without warning, wailing his name as you cling tighter, arms around his neck as your cunt drips cum on his lap, and kai barely pulling out in time for his cum to spurt on his abs and your tummy,,, loud pants of exertion and desire, scent of sex heavy in the air as you come down from your high… and the dazed, fucked out look you give him, drooling from your plush lips and hazy eyes… oh, you’re in for a summer, aren’t you~?

goddamnit kai !! ughhh this farmer worker hand might be my fav thing to write for him—

[stevebabey]

RUBY congrats on your milestone!!! I'm extremely happy for you, you deserve it, you always post amazing fics and your blog is SO COOL AND FRESH, ugh I love it!! Sending a lot of kisses and hugs your way ♡

So I'm here to request, I hope it's okay!!

❤️‍🔥 5 and 6 from the first prompt list with steve, I just know you are going to do something sooo fluffy and cute that will mark me forever!!!

HI HI !! thank you so much ur so sweet i am SWOONING over here <3 COOL AND FRESH!!!?? ULTRA TOP TIER COMPLIMENTS MY DUDE!! ahh many kisses and hugs right back at ya ! and omg da first of the blurbs.... it is fluffy as hell im feeling clingy tonite and i hope u luv <3 (ur lucky to get in early they probably won't all be this long hehe)

You're surprised you even managed to convince Steve to come to this party. They're not exactly his scene anymore, especially considering his history with them, but it was a bit more of a familiar friendly crowd — Eddie's band, some of Robin's own friends from band, plus the merry bunch of you that were practically fused together since '83.

Besides, you're sure the fair amount of eyelashes fluttering helped too, lips pouting and eyes sweet.

Steve had even narrowed his eyes, jabbed a finger at you like he was about to say 'that's not fair!' like he had a thousand times before. Some whine about how he was powerless when you gave him those eyes.

Tonight, he had just sighed and folded, any annoyance melting away at your glee.

Parties were better with Steve. If you both had a ride home, he'd get himself into the G&T's until he was loopy and draping himself all over you. Absolute mumbler he was while drunk. It was all you're so pretty and how'd i get so lucky? between wet kisses anywhere he could land them. You not-so-secretly loved it.

Tonight, however, you're the lovesick one.

Like it's your fault; he's wearing one of his button downs that's tight on the arms and a few buttons too low. A hint of chest hair peeks out, flush against tan skin that's riddled with moles you've kissed a dozen times over each. Even without the extra beers tonight you think you'd be in a mood.

The extra alcohol just gives you confidence.

Steve's talking when you approach, his back to you, and you take no mind to distract him from his conversation. Silently, well as much you can while tipsy, you sneak your arms around his middle and slump.

You hear a rumble of surprise through where your head presses into his back, a pause in the conversation, then he places his warm hands over both of yours. You delight with a grin. Then, keeping his hands in place to keep you where you are, he's twisting to look over his shoulder. You dig your chin in to meet his eyes with a doozy smile.

"Hello trouble," He says, all too fond. God, he looks so sweet, amber eyes all sweet and smile all too mischievous. Thank God he's yours.

"Hi." You say back, a grin curling at your lips. You think about tucking your hands under his shirt, just to hold him closer. You're sure he'll get the mental messages you're sending him much better if there's skin-to-skin contact —though, you needn't worry, Steve can tell you love him just from the look on your face.

"All good back there?" He asks, mainly as a joke but you nod very seriously and then tilt your head towards his conversation partner. Some dude who had graduated the year after him, friends with Robin he thinks. It's small talk.

"Yup." You smile wide, a bit dopey, and press a kiss into his back. "Y'keep talking Stevie."

He can tell you mean it so he does, turning back around and adjusting his grip over both of your hands to hold them both tighter. You hum happily. The conversation resumes. It takes all but a minute for your attention to crawl away.

You shift your hands slightly, wriggling out of Steve's grip and you miss how he frowns down bemusedly at your wandering hands. He silently hopes you aren't heading for his pants, mainly because there's a spectator to your strange but endearing behaviour. You don't, instead just tucking them under his button up and pressing your icy fingers against his tummy.

Steve snorts a quiet laugh and tries not to shiver, but apparently, that's too much movement for you.

"Tch, stop moving!" Your voice draws out, dipped in annoyance. You thump your head against his back and Steve laughs again, a bit pink in the face when the dude moves away with an awkward goodbye. Steve doesn't blame him, with your roaming hands, though he's fairly sure you're actually just looking for a cuddle.

Steve stills himself. "Why—"

"You feel amazing in my arms," you say, muffled by your face in his shirt. You squeeze him a bit tighter, a hug that actually squeezes his heart too because fuck, if he doesn't feel adored right now.

"Baby," He starts, prying your arms off just enough to turn and face you. You whine a bit but it dies down at being able to lean your head against his chest, chin planting between his pecs. You gaze up at him and blow a half-hearted raspberry. Steve thinks about dipping you sweet and kissing you there, just to see if you'll get warm enough in the face that he'll feel it too.

"D'you wanna go home?" He asks.

You shake your head but tighten your hold. Steve sweeps a hand across your forehead, pushing back stray hairs with a loving hum. "If we go home, we can cuddle, yeah?"

You seem to only just realise this as he says it and it sways your decision in an instant. "Okay, yeah, yes please," you murmur as you bury your face back into his chest. Your please sounds like peas and Steve thinks his heart might ache a little softer because of it.

If you had told sophomore Steve that in the future, he'd be ditching a party early, just for some cuddles, he's sure he would've scoffed at himself. Steve thanks the heavens above for change and let you drag him out the door, footsteps giddy and kisses abundant.

join the celebration!

[ask-hsr-characters]

Hello!!! It's me again! The anonymous girl who just loves writing traumatized characters for her absurd stories!

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To Aventurine and Dr. Ratio,

Hi'ya, it's me again! If you two are wondering why me and my 37 classmates, who should be in school and studying, are here homeless and starving... Well... I'll admit, I was serectly playing a video game, (Which is Honkai: Star Rail) in my phone during Science Class, hiding it away from under my seat from my teacher so that she doesn't notice. Then Suddenly my phone flashed a bright light across my classroom, teleporting me and classmates to where we are now, in your universe. Away from our own. So.... if you don't mind... *Gathers all of my classmates, who are a group of teenagers and have alright-ish grades for going to a school that requires you to have a passing grade score of 85 for major subjects and 83 for minor subjects that means including me, around Aventurine and Dr. Ratio with puppy eyes. Begging in the ground near their knees and me holding at least 38 adoption papers.* Are you two willingly to please again adopt us as your temporary children? We bet our parents and teachers wouldn't even notice our disappearance and since we have nowhere to go in the moment... Please?... We promise we will be behaving children. We really need a temporary parental figure to take care of us while trying to find a way back home, especially two father figures who I considered you two. And... Is it alright if you two can also please assist us with our homework? Especially me? Please. I don't even understand a few lessons from a few subjects well😭😢 And maybe even help us with studying for our upcoming final exams? If we can go back to our home universe that is. And... one last thing, I know my requests are already a bit too much, however... can we also please call you two Papa Vasha and Papa Ratio if you sign these adoption papers? Thank you.

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To Hook,

Hey, Pitch-Dark Hook the Great! I can't help but watch you and your father's relationship blooming into a daughter and father bond. And... since your father might a bit too old to play adventurous games that require an extreme amount of energy with you and the Moles anymore and the fact he might disappear away somewhere in your life as you grow older... *Proceeds to throw a strange blue potion at Fersman, Hook's adoptive father that somehow turns him back to his youthful self, somewhere in his early 20s and runs away quickly as soon as possible.* Bye bye! Enjoy your time with your father's young version of himself!!!! ^^

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To Welt.

Hello, Mr. Yang!!!! I heard you worked on a very popular animated series mecha robot called 'Arahato' and I have MANY questions to ask you. Do you at least heard of Magical girls? They are sort of like heroes but girls with extraordinary powers gifted by supernatural beings that need their help to save the world from evil, etc. My favorite one has to be Madoka Magica, Mermaid Melody, Toyko Mew Mew, Sakura Card Captor, Powerpuff Girls Z, Salior Moon, Creamy Mami, Fushigi Boshi no Futago Hime Gyu, Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha, Symophogear, Flowering Heart, Precure, Ojamajo Doremi and the new upcoming Princess Session Orchestra. I'm actually currently making a magical girl show myself called 'Animal Freedom Protectors'. So do you have any advice on making an animated show? I'm open to anything to be honest.

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To Yanqing,

Omg, Yanqing! I'm so proud of you! The fact you managed to defeat Hoolay with all of strength and power was so incredible! I have seen you fight so well many times before but never like that! I'm sure you already have blown March and Yunli's minds away (not literally). I'm sure General Jingyuan is already proud of you after everything you have been through. The fighting, training... everything was worth it for you to come this far. C'mom! Let's go celebrate your marvelous victory with some food! All on me!

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To Dan Heng,

Hey, buddy. How's is it going after the recent adventure you have gotten through the Xianzhou? Tiring? I know. By the way, I know this might be invading your personal space... but... since you have your Vidyadhara form... CAN I PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PET YOUR HORNS AND YOUR TAIL? I WILL BE VERY GENTLE I PROMISE! Still, the way you literally throw your pole arm to stab that Vidyadhara elder, who I heard was one of those people who subjected your past self, Dan Feng to punishment, was sick as heck! Also, has anyone in the Express pet your horns and tail before? I bet March, Caelus and Stelle did😏

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That's all I have for today! ^^

why must you torture my fingers in this way…

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Aventurine: “Whoa! That’s a, um, certainly interesting story…”

Ratio: “Indeed. It sounds like you all need to get back home.”

Aventurine: “Aww, but Doctor! Why can’t we keep them?~”

Ratio: “No.”

Aventurine: “Fine, then. I’m adopting you all, since Mr. Grumpy over here won’t. And yes, you may call me whatever you’d like~”

Ratio: “Ugh, fine. I guess I’ll help you out…”

Aventurine: “Heh, yay~”

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Welt: “That’s certainly a lot of questions…I’ve heard of the Magical Girl genre, but I personally haven’t seen any of those shows myself. However, if it’s advice you seek, then…I would probably say to just go easy on yourself. Making a show takes a ton of work, so be patient with yourself.”

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Yanqing: “Really?! Celebration food?! Yeah, let’s go! Oh, and thanks for the praise!~ I’ll admit, I’m proud of myself for my victory…so it feels good to get recognized for it!”

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Dan Heng: “Yes, it was quite tiring. But- eh? You want to…pet me? Sure…the others have already done so, as soon as they learned about my Vidyadhara form. Predictable. Hm? Oh…my fighting is ‘sick’? Is that a good thing…?”

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ow my fingers after typing this