#told abt him. blinks cutely

[indulgnc]

[Someone who has so many allergies and terrible memory, and a partner/long time childhood friend that keeps track better than they do.]

“Wait, no, you’re allergic..”

“Huh? I don’t think I—

(sneeze)

…Never mind.”

[star-sim]

"cheater!" ☆ enha hyungs

☆ non-idol! bf! enhypen hyungs x fem! reader ☆ summary: that one time you mentioned another guy's name, and he gets jealous (and he's dumb). ☆ genre: fluff, humor, dumb dumb boys, very minor angst/hurt/comfort in jay's part, cross between short scenarios and bullet points ☆ warning(s)? mentions of cheating obv, misunderstandings, ☆ not edited lolz also if ur @/archlstarvlle get off my dick again and stop plagiarizing me (and other authors bruh)

heeseung ☆

poor guy

you and him were going to a party later

and you were planning on putting ribbons in your hair

except you didn't have ribbons!

time to go to your nearest craft store: michael's.

"Baaaabe," you whined, prying Heeseung's grabby hands away from you. "I need to go."

Heeseung kept his arms wrapped around you, pressing his cheeks into your back. He threw his leg around yours, pulling you ever closer to him.

"Nooooo," he drawled, and you could feel his lips forming a little pout. You were just so warm and soft and comfortable. "Stay."

You chuckled at his childishness. You needed to go buy ribbons for later, since you ran out of them.

"Baby," you pecked his forehead, trying to shake yourself free of your clingy boyfriend. "I need to go to Michael's."

You felt Heeseung's body go frigid for a moment, before his arms loosened altogether around you, allowing you to escape his grip.

When you pulled away, while you continued to happily chirp about whatever was on your mind to your boyfriend, your words fell upon deaf ears.

Heeseung pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, chewing on it pensively.

heeseung was actually going insane

WHO IS MICHAEL??? AND WHY ARE YOU GOING TO HIM??

heeseung swears he's never heard you talk of someone named michael, let alone a friend named michael

how could you drop the name of some OTHER MAN so casually???

and the nail in the coffin was what you said next

"Michael's has some pretty cool things," you chatted, your back turned to your boyfriend as you fixed your lip gloss. "So, let me know if you need anything from there.

michael... cool... things....

if heeseung wasn't already fighting for his life, he was now fighting a million wars at once.

you told heeseung that he was cool and handsome and cute and all the words in the dictionary all the time.... and you made sure to let him know that your words were exclusive to him

so for you to say that SOME RANDOM DUDE NAMED MICHAEL WAS COOL?????

"I don't think you've ever been to Michael's, so I think—"

Heeseung abruptly stood up from the bed that he was lying in, in such a sudden and dramatic way that you snapped your head over to him, as he was quite loud with it.

There your tall boyfriend stood, completely still, with a deep frown on his face.

"Babe, are you okay—"

"I'm going with you," Heeseung announced, his voice filled with such a passion and vigor that it nearly shook. He looked so indignant and solemn, you almost felt worried. With finger air-quotes, he said with a subtle eye-roll, "I will go with you to this 'Michaels.' "

You blinked at him obliviously, before a smile grew on your face. You didn't know that Heeseung was so curious about the local craft store called Michael's, but you were not going to question it.

"Okay!"

heeseung was just WAITING

he let you take the wheel and while he sat in your passenger's seat he was rubbing his knuckles, WAITING TO THROW A FIST AT THIS MICHAEL GUY

would a black eye suffice? or maybe a broken nose....

he glanced over at you

you were just humming to yourself to the music (you let heeseung take the aux)

sure you looked so cute and innocent right now... BUT HOW??? HOW COULD YOU BE SO CASUAL ABT IT???

heeseung was expecting for you to pull up to a neighborhood, or an apartment complex, ready to feel his entire world crash down before his feet as some guy named michael emerged from the doorway

his heart plummeted at the thought of this 'michael' pulling you in for a hug, with you greeting him back brightly

no!!!! he couldn't let michael win!!!

you were his!!

.

.

.

except, you simply pulled up to a parking lot

to a massive store, with white walls and a giant brown sign

reading

michael's craft store

Heeseung flopped over in relief.

"Hee...!"

jay ☆

i think at this point in time you and jay aren't DATING dating, but definitely an exclusive pair that's BASICALLY dating

all your friends know about him and you report to them daily about him (theyre tired)

except

before you and jay became an actual pair

you used to call him a code name with your friends

the code name in question?

hamilton

named after your friend's hamilton beach flexcut cordless can opener, aka the first thing that you saw when you were coming up with a code name

Your heart was pounding in your chest.

Today, you and Jay decided to have a study session in the library. Although you knew that he'd be true to his word and would actually help you study, you hoped that the two of you could do something more.

Maybe he'd put his hand on your thigh, or maybe you'd have the opportunity to cut him off with a kiss. Just the thought made your stomach do flips.

As you waited at the library table, with your heart in your hands, your phone rang. It was your friends. Noticing the dirty looks for such an obnoxious ringtone, you stepped out the library to take the call.

meanwhile jay was pretty much shaking with each step he took to the campus library

an entire two hours with you? you, who needed his help really badly? you, who he wanted to kiss so badly? yes please!!!

boy was he excited

but as he rounded the corner to the library.............

he spotted you..... on the phone with someone.....

"Hamilton is so handsome!" he heard you squeal into your phone, and Jay's heart stopped. "I hope Hamilton comes soon, so that I can kiss him."

ham...il...ton

who is that....

jay knew that you and him weren't officially dating but he didn't expect you to do him dirty like that :(

as you continuted to giggle and coo about this hamilton guy, jay couldn't help but feel his heart ache

he really thought you were the one :(

except he was so caught up in his thoughts that jay tripped over his feet, making you whip your head around to him

Your expression was horrified, which only only confirmed his worst fears. Still, you stepped toward him, your face painted with embarrassment.

"Oh, hi Jay," you said bashfully, unable to meet his gaze.

Jay, even when he was hurt, didn't have it in him to be rude to you. He wanted to run away (and cry), but the way you gave him a small, sheepish grin made his heart flutter.

He planned to sit through this session, and excuse himself after 30 minutes. Keep the relationship civil, he thought.

on your end

you were mortified!!!

did jay just hear you talk about him to your friends?

although you had a code name for him, it wasn't like what you said was completely discreet

you dropped pretty obvious context clues that pointed to who hamilton was

things like "i love hamilton's heart-shaped birthmark on his neck, do you think he'll let me touch it?" and "i hope hamilton takes me out on a date after today's study session"

you were embarrassed

and it didn't help that jay was being quieter than usual... did he think you were weird?

but to jay, that embarrassment translated as the shame of being caught

the entire study session thus far, you didn't even meet his gaze, always looking away

Jay was hurt. Really hurt.

By the way you were acting, he was hoping for an apology, or some quick explanation, even if it was short and half-assed. At least you could've tried. But you said nothing.

Jay himself had questions that he wanted to be answered: how long has this been going on, if you were lying when you told him that you loved him, etc.

His lips moved faster than his mind could catch.

"So, who's Hamilton?" he blurted.

shit shit shit

he KNOWS RIGHT?

HE KNOWS THAT HE'S HAMILTON

RIGHT???????

you felt your neck and cheeks heating up

and by the way he looked solemn, you were sure he was mad at you

You froze, before all of your words spilled out of your mouth.

"Oh my god, Jay, I'm so sorry. You must be feeling so creeped out and disgusted with me and—"

from your body language to the panic in your expression

jay thought that his suspicions were confirmed

the moment that you began speaking he was ready to break down sobbing

but your next words made him stop

"— And I know that you think I'm weird for using a code name as stupid as 'Hamilton' for you, and I'm so sorry for that, but—"

wait a minute............

code name

hamilton

for him

.

.

.

"Wait, I'm Hamilton?!" Jay cut you off, his face pinching.

You let out a weird sound, an awkward expression spreading across your features.

"I-I mean, yeah..." you hid your face in your hands, "Ughhhh, I'm so sorry, that's so weir— Jay?!"

Jay was slumped over the table in relief, his face buried in his arms. He let out a loud groan, before lifting his head to look up at you. You couldn't help but notice the little glassy sheen in his eyes, almost like he was going to cry.

"Jay..."

He quickly wiped the little tears forming in his eyes away, sniffling before sitting up completely, averting his gaze from you.

"It's nothing," he murmured.

He was relieved. No, beyond relieved. He was ecstatic that this entire time you were talking about him. He couldn't believe that he would think of you in such a poor light.

He kept his eyes away from you, too shy and embarrassed to look you in the eye.

You poked him, and he didn't respond, so you poked him again.

"Jay."

"Hm?"

"Do you think I'm weird?"

He snapped his head over to you.

"What? No, of course not!"

You frowned. "Then why aren't you talking to me?"

Jay sucked in a sharp breath. "It's nothing."

He finally met your gaze, his lips helplessly cracking into a grin just as the sight of you perplexed expression.

He clutched your chin, tilting it so that you would look at him. He leaned in to give your lips a peck.

"I promise, it's nothing, Baby."

You leaned into him, giving him a peck, too.

"Okay," you nodded, biting back the giddy, lovesick grin that fought its way onto your face.

jake ☆

one day youre hanging out w your friends

and ygs go to a dog cafe

so cute!!

and theres this one dog that's just practically CALLING FOR YOU

he's just this little maltese named enzo and he's so cute

the two of you cuddling on the floor, giving him good head rubs and laughing as he licks you

you love enzo the maltese!

anyways so you take pictures ofc and post it to your private instagram

Jake narrowed his eyes at his phone.

He was deep.

Deep in the goddamn trenches.

He was excited to see the cute pictures you took of your day out with your friends. When you said that you were going to a dog cafe, Jake was so ready to use a picture of you and a pup (two of his favorite things) as his new phone wallpaper.

But that wasn't going to happen.

Because all of a sudden, his Wi-Fi decided to be poor all of a sudden.

Although he got the notification that you posted something new on Instagram, when he checked your account, none of you pictures loaded. All he could see was a black loading square, and the caption to the post.

at first jake was like

"its ok i can wait" even though he REALLLLYYY wanted to see your pictures

he couldn't see any of the pictures you posted, but he could still see the caption

and that's what caught his eye

you liked to have an individual explanation for each picture in the post, so your caption read as follows:

pic 1: me and enzo

pic 2: enzo kissing me

pic 3: holding enzo's hand

pic 4: enzo and me cuddling

and that's when jake stopped reading

Jake was going to start losing hair, because who was Enzo? And why was he kissing you? And cuddling with you?

He'd never heard of an Enzo. Poor guy, Jake kept refreshing your account in the hopes that your pictures would load, so that he could see this Enzo guy face-to-face. But that didn't happen.

It didn't help that your Instagram notes read, "enzo <3."

seriously

WHO IS ENZO

jake paced back and forth around his apartment, trying to scroll back in his memory for anyone named enzo

but alas

no one

all he knew was that whoever enzo was, he was about to get a broken jaw

a little frown formed on his face, as he rubbed his knuckles

were you going to leave him from this enzo person?

was enzo better than him?

how come jake never heard of an enzo before?

Jake's head perked up the moment his apartment door cracked open, revealing you. He rushed straight to you, expecting to hear you say, "I'm breaking up with you for another man named Enzo," completely taken aback when you simply threw your arms around him.

"Hi, Jakey!" you simply exclaimed, holding him tight.

Jake stood still, eyeing you for a moment.

Were you not going to break up with him on the spot?

The next thing he knew, Jake was pulled into his room, thrown on his bed, and cuddled up against you.

"I'm so tired," you breathe, snuggling your face against his chest. "I couldn't wait to get home to you."

Jake blinked.

"T-Tell me about your day," he gulped.

and you happily did so

animately, you told all about your day

what foods you tried, what you and your friends did, how much fun you had

you even told him about a cute little maltese that you couldn't remember the name of at the dog cafe...

and at last

no mention of enzo

"How's Enzo?"

Jake didn't know why he asked that, but when he did, you perked up.

"Oh!" you clapped your hands. "That's his name!"

"Wh-Who's name?"

You laughed. "The maltese at the dog cafe! His name was Enzo— He was just the cutest little thing!"

Enzo is a... dog?

Jake suddenly hoisted the two of you up, so that you were laying flat on your back. He plopped his face onto your chest, putting your hand in his hair.

"I don't like Enzo," Jake murmured against your chest. You chuckled, playing with his hair slowly.

"You didn't like the pictures of me and Enzo?"

"No," Jake shook his head, his hair cutely bouncing with each movement. "I don't like a dog trying to take my girl."

You laughed, calling your boyfriend silly, but completely oblivious to the fact that Jake was now making plans to go to that dog cafe to have a man-to-man talk with a dog.

sunghoon ☆

a man of a few words, gotta love it

this is very niche but you have a habit of making very obscure and dumb and completely nonsensical nicknames for people

like jake becomes jacobsongerald and jay becomes jameslynner the third

one day you and sunghoon are just having a lazy day

It's a quiet morning. Slivers of sunlight are peeking from the kitchen blinds, while birds chirp their hearts out outside.

While you look through the fridge, Sunghoon sits at the kitchen table, notepad and pen in hand.

"Do we need eggs?" he asked.

You glanced down at the egg compartment. "No, but I think we're running out of butter soon."

Sunghoon nodded, jotting down 'butter' on the notepad.

Every week or so, you and Sunghoon liked to have a morning like this, where you went over your grocery list.

sunghoon loved mornings like this

seeing you in your cute pajamas, your raspy morning voice bouncing off the walls as you listed to him what the two of you needed to buy for the week

the way the sunlight bounced off of you just made you look so ethereal, in your early morning glory

"Sungerson, can you write down milk?"

Sunghoon's face contorted immediately.

pardon....

WHO???

sunghoon couldn't tell if he was appalled because you just called him the WRONG NAME or because 'sungerson' is actually such a ridiculous name

WHO IS SUNGERSON THAT'S SO STUPID OMG

wait a minute....

sunghoon's heard horror stories like this before

where if your significant other accidentally calls you by another name, it's a sign that they're seeing someone else

"Oh, and can you add canola oil to the list?" you asked, not really checking to see if he was writing it down due to your trust in him. But when you didn't hear any pen scribbles, you turned over your shoulder. "Sunghoon?"

see?

you called him sunghoon just then

and this entire morning you'd called him sunghoon

but then you call him a different name out of no where and act like nothing happened

you weren't seeing someone else... right?

like...... you wouldn't do that to him

the way you acted like nothing happened made sunghoon think that you probably didn't notice your slip-up

"Sungerson?"

You looked confused, your brows furrowing. "What?"

Sunghoon looked up to meet your gaze. "You called me Sungerson. Who is that?"

"Oh." You shrugged. "It's just one of those dumb nicknames that I make up for people."

"Okay."

that made sense

completely

he shouldn't have doubted you

"Sunghoon, what are you pouting about?"

okay, so maybe the thought of you with someone else made him upset

even if you weren't

and reassured him that you weren't

You huffed, shutting the fridge door before coming over to wear Sunghoon sat at the kitchen table. You grabbed his head, leaning down to give his forehead a kiss.

Sunghoon whined, taking your arm as you pulled away from him. He leaned back in his seat, patting his lap for you to sit. When you did, Sunghoon immediately pushed his face into the crook of your neck, whining again.

"What is it, you big baby?"

"You're mine, right?"

You blinked. It wasn't every day that Sunghoon was clingy like this.

You chuckled, flicking his forehead.

"Of course," you said.

"Okay," Sunghoon let his eyelids fall shut, taking a deep breath before sinking into your warmth. "That's good."

[reiding-writing]

Idk if u ever write this or not but... i've been thinking abt this lately....... spencer and reader debating about "kissing is a lot more hygienic than shaking hands" and they just suddenly kiss afterwards AHHHH I DONT KNOW IF YOU GET MY POINT but thats that

acceptable greetings [ s.r ]

Summary:

Spencer is an avid believer that kissing is a better greeting than shaking hands. You’re not convinced at his notion of it being ‘completely acceptable’, and in attempting to prove him wrong, you end up proving something else.

WARNINGS: n/a

pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader

genre: 100% fluff

wc: 1.5k

masterlist!!

a/n: here is my immediate apology for the sheer amount of angst in my last fic i love you guys please don’t hate me 🫶

“Kissing is so much more hygienic than shaking hands,”

Spencer’s expression matched his statement, confident in his assessment and unwilling to back down on his stance of not wanting to shake hands with other people.

“It’s unhygienic,” He would say, “There are hundreds of undiscovered bacterial colonies that live on people’s hands,”

“That doesn’t change the fact that kissing somebody is not an acceptable greeting Spencer,” You arbitrarily turn your swivel chair back and forth with your foot as a pivot, rolling your eyes as you lean your head over the back of your chair.

You’d been talking about this topic for almost half an hour, your file assessment of your most recent case forgotten on your desk as you debate with Spencer as he sat directly opposite you.

“Several European countries use kissing as a customary greeting,” Of course he had a rebuttal to your comment. “It actually dates back to the Romans, who, as my original statement supports, used it as a way to stop diseases from spreading between people during social greetings,”

His face told you that he was singing his own glory in his head, victory written in the small wrinkle in his eyebrow and the quirk of his smile.

If he wasn’t so cute when he looked at you like that you’re sure you would’ve found something else to say. Something to continue this debate of yours and satisfy the competitiveness riddling your brain.

But instead you opt to let him revel in his ‘victory’, rolling your eyes as a soft “Whatever,” rolls off your tongue.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

You were going to prove your point.

You might think Spencer is perfectly sweet and innocent in his ways, but that didn’t stop that tiny voice in the back of your head that told you that you could win that debate you were having the day before.

You entered the bullpen with an agenda. You walked out of the elevator with your head held high and your eyes fixed on the fluffy brown mess decorating the back of Spencer’s head.

You clear your throat when you meet him, and he turns around with that perfectly innocent expression on his face, echoing a soft “Good morning,” at you that only amplifies his perfectness and makes you want to prove him wrong even more.

You don’t consult him before you lean in to press your lips to his face.

It’s a short, chaste kiss that’s pressed to the apple of his cheek.

It lasts less than a second.

And yet Spencer’s face immediately flushes a bright red that would make anyone passing by think that you’d suggested the two of you strip naked in the middle of the office.

“I- What was that for?-” His voice wavers like he was catching his breath from running up a flight of stairs, blinking rapidly at you like clearing his vision was going to provide him with the answer to his question.

“Not such an acceptable greeting after all hm?”

It takes him a second to realise what you’re talking about, but your smug expression and the way you cross your arms over your chest sends him back to the conversation he was having with you yesterday and his face turns from confusion to begrudging acknowledgment.

“It is a perfectly acceptable greeting when both parties are aware it is going to happen,” He sighs along with his response, mirroring you as he crosses his arms to try and resemble having some sort of composure.

He intentionally left out the part where even if he knew you were going to kiss him he would still flush red like a traffic light.

That his palms would still sweat and his vest would suddenly become uncomfortably hot on his torso.

But that was because you were- well, you.

So his point still stood.

“God you really do have an answer to everything don’t you?” The slight tilt of your head and the still very apparent smile on your face told him that despite your words you weren’t angry or annoyed at his response.

You more looked like you’d been presented with a freshly scrambled rubix cube to solve and add to the collection on your desk.

And that look on your face only proved to crack his composure even more.

“Well- I have done extensive research on the subject, so I therefore have had chance to form a fully educated opinion of the matter,”

True to form, his explanation was smart, logical, mixed in with that adorable awkwardness as he continued to reel from his earlier flustering.

Your chuckles grace his ears with no objection, and he soon find himself smiling softly alongside you as your attitude rubs off on him.

“You’re so cute,”

But when you call him cute, Spencer Reid finally, fully cracks because that is the sweetest goddamn thing he’s ever heard in his life.

Spencer’s smile reaches his eyes, the flush on his cheeks returning with a vengeance at your words and causing him to feel hot once more despite the AC blowing at a comfortable cool temperature.

You hold up a finger in front of you that his eyes follow with a confused knit in his eyebrow, and then you’re jogging back towards the elevator with his confusion only growing at every step you make.

His eyebrows continue to furrow as you walk back towards him again with that determined look that paints your face whenever you’re knee-deep in a profile, and he raises and eyebrow as you come to a stop in front of him once more.

“Good morning Spencer, i’m going to kiss you as a greeting now,”

Spencer’s face relaxes at your words as he understands what you’re doing. That you’re trying to prove his previous statement untrue by declaring your intentions beforehand and still having the interaction be unsuitable as a greeting.

He thinks he knows what you have planned, and he prepares himself for your lips to press against his cheek, to suppress the kaleidoscope of butterflies that would inevitably stir in his stomach at your contact so that he could hold his ground.

He thinks he knows what’s coming.

But oh is he wrong.

Your lips miss the apple of his cheek by a large margin, landing square on his mouth and causing his eyes to fly wide open at the new sensation.

If your lips weren’t pressed to his he’s sure his jaw would’ve fallen slack.

And that’s exactly what happens when you pull away from him a few seconds later, a delicate flush on your cheeks that contrasts the bright red covering his face like a warning sign of his shattered composure.

You stifle a small chuckle at his expression with your hand, tilting your head in a exaggeratedly innocent way. “What’s wrong Spencer? I thought kissing was an acceptable greeting when ‘both parties are aware it’s going to happen’,”

You reiterate his own words back to him, mimicking his tone in your explanation as you watch him blink at you with a blankly flabbergasted expression, completely shut down in every sense of the word.

An IQ of 187 slashed down to 60 as Emily would say.

His astoundment lasts for a whole 20 seconds before he brings himself back to reality through a series of rapid blinks, doing nothing more than leaning it to finish the space between you once more.

It’s times like this where Spencer is glad that the two of you were both chronically early to work.

That he wouldn’t have to deal with the ramifications of his actions through his coworkers.

That he didn’t have to endure Morgan’s teasing as he stood there with his hands holding either side of your face and his lips pressed against yours with a gentle but insistent pressure.

You were more than happy to accept his advances, internally singing your own praises at finally finding an excuse to kiss those perfect pink lips of his, and have him return it no less.

He breaks the moment after a few seconds, his hands still securely cupping your face towards him as he stumbles out a half-assed explanation for his actions.

“It’s- It’s polite to return somebody’s greeting with one of your own-”

You nod with a suppressed smile against the hold of his hands.

Maybe kissing your coworkers was an acceptable greeting after all.

Or, at least for the coworker you’d been pining after.

[katsumiiii]

hobie brown x gn! reader

um hobie definitely would love for his s/o to paint his nails. like I don’t think he would go out of his way to beg for you to do so, but if you offered he would def be like “sure, don’t see why not.” even let’s you pick out wtv color you want, like it doesn’t have to be black, it could be a cutesy yellow or blue (I feel like he’s secure within himself enough to not be one of those men that would fuss about it yk?? like he’s in touch with his feminine and honestly couldn’t give a shit what smb else would have to say abt it).

like let’s say you just got some new polish from the beauty supply store, a cute vibrant blue and a mute sage greenish, and ever since you purchased them you’d been thinking about painting hobie’s nails. you’d come up with this whole plan about how to ask, and even thought about begging a bit if he refused, maybe a cute little pout to guilt him into it, but to your surprise he didn’t even put up a fight ??? just told you to get out whatever color you wanted and start painting.

“hobieeeeee!” you drawled on, crawling on the  mattress below you, wiggling your hips once you reached hobie’s lap. peaking out from behind his phone, he raised an eyebrow in curiosity, allowing you to take his fingers and pry them from his device.

“yeah? wha’ you what?” he quirked his head to the side, eyes trailing the slight lift of your shirt, revealing the dangling belly piercing he gave you about 3 weeks ago.

“I was wonderinggg if you would let me..” you inched closer to his face, pouting your bottom lip.

“get on wit’ it love, don’t got all day.” hobie watched as you inspected his cuticles, growing impatient at your stalling (and partially because he wanted a kiss, but you were too busy ogling at his fingertips to notice).

“can I please paint your nails?” you asked, playfully batting your eyelashes.

“eh? that’s all you wanted?” hobie rolled his eyes, shifting his hips to scooch you closer to his abdomen, “wha’ color are you thinkin’?”

“wait really? all I had to do was ask..?”

“yeah? I don’t care bout none of that stuff, long as you like the color.” he trailed circles on your palm, gaze lingering at your glossy lips, licking his own at the sight.

you squealed in delight, intertwining your fingers with his own, “so I was thinking this cute navy blue I got! I don’t think sage would suit you as well, but I kind of want to match too because that would be so cute!!” you droned, listing out the possibilities.

“mhm.” hobie hummed.

“but maybe…because I have this dark red in my nail cabinet that I think would look good! just screams you.” you continued.

“mhm.” hobie tightened his grip on your hips.

“bee? you listening?” you leaned your head to the side, blinking at his gleaming gaze.

“yeah yeah, jus’ come gimme a kiss.” he mumbled, pinching your chin, dragging your face closer to his.

“did you hear anything I said?”

“yes babe, now please, ‘m dying here.”

[beautifulfuckup99]

ok ok i just got this random idea bare with me

Chubby mid size cute reader, she is very confident but gets inscure from time time

Namjoon is her BF 😉😉and they are camping with their friends. ( some of them are not that nice to her abt her looks).

One girl then says a comment pitting her that she cant be carried or manhandled due to her wait.

Later Namjoon carries her with one arm out of the blue in front of everyone and then a nice spicy time in the woods

Very random 😂😂😂 only u can make it happen😂😂😂

I feel blessed to have so many Namjoon requests!!

Title: For Me...

Warning(s): Insecure!Y/N, Slight B0dy-Sham!ng, Hurt/Comfort, Smut! And of course Fluff!

Author's Note: Obviously set in an AU where Namjoon has his license and drives lol. Enjoy!

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"Yes!" Namjoon cheers the second he throws the car in park. You look up from your book, blinking the sleep from your eyes.

"We're here?" You ask, feeling the surge of relief that you no longer have to sit in this car anymore.

"Uh-Huh." He says fast as he gets out of the car, pausing to breathe in deep through his nose. "Baby! You smell that? That's nature, baby!" He cheers excitedly and you close your book, giggling softly as you get out of the car while watching your boyfriend of just six months spin around giddily.

He was a giant dork, and it made your heart flutter in the best way possible.

"Ay! Namjoon! There you are, man. Took you long enough to show up!" Dae laughs as he walks over from where the tents were set up.

When Namjoon had told you about this camping trip with his friends, you were pouty, you had to admit, but you were understanding that he needed time to cut loose with his friends. Especially before he had to run off to the military. BTS being on hiatus meant he had more time to roam and explore and the one thing he's been looking forward to is getting back into nature. When he invited you to join the camp trip, you hesitated. You knew the members of BTS, yeah, but these were buddies of his from back home. Guys who knew him from way back when. School days.

You wanted them to like you, that's all. You slowly get out of the car as Namjoon starts hugging his buddies who run over to greet him. You fix your shirt and hold the sweater more around you. Your sweatpants now feel like a bad idea since all his friends look actually put together. You had done the bare minimum of getting ready, and now you couldn't help but fuss at your hair a bit.

"Oh! Guys, this is my girl. Y/N..." Namjoon smiles proudly, dimples on full display. The four guys surrounding him all eye you up and down.

"This is Y/N?" One guy says slowly as if you're not who they expected. You smile sheepishly as you walk over to grab Namjoon's hand that he's holding out for you.

"Hi, guys. Sorry to interrupt guys' camping weekend. I promise, you won't even know I'm here." You try joking as they continue to just look at you.

"Ay, it's all good. My girl came with too." Dae shrugs as he nods to the campsite where a girl still sat, flipping through a magazine. You nod, kind of relived that you wouldn't be stuck in these woods with just guys.

"I'll go get the bags." Namjoon says and squeezes your hand to assure you before he goes back to the car.

"So, what are you guys thinking for lunch?" You ask to try and start a conversation. The guys all share a look and one finally snickers.

"Too easy." He says before walking away while shaking his head as if humored by something. You feel your heart drop at that moment.

Fuck, this was a mistake...

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The next morning, you're woken up by Namjoon kissing all over your face as he wraps his leg around your waist. You grumble playfully and open your eyes to face him. Last night had been a nightmare for you. It was full of backhanded compliments and little glances from everyone in the group around you, as if everyone was in on a joke that you didn't know about.

But you DID know the joke. You knew your body, you knew the difference between you and Namjoon, you knew the irony. 'Ha-Ha, Namjoon is all about the gym and health and look at him dating a plus sized girl'. You weren't dumb or blind. You knew your body weight and type, but you also knew that you had one of the best leaders of K-pop wrapped around your finger and drooling over you at any given second. It didn't full stop the self-doubt, but it helped a bit.

You've been chubby since you were a kid. You've heard and dealt with it all. A weekend with jerks like your boyfriend's friends wasn't gonna hurt you too much. And you definitely didn't wanna bring this to his attention either. After this weekend, you'd never have to deal with these people again...

"Morning, baby. We were gonna head to the lake. You're coming, right?" Namjoon whispers finally after a moment of just rubbing his nose with yours. You hum softly at that and stretch a bit.

"That sounds nice." You nod tiredly. You hadn't slept much due to how hungry you were. You picked at your dinner the night before as to not be a cliché plus size person. You watched though as Namjoon had three bowls of the ramen and his buddies all drank and had about two to four each. It was a bit unfair. You wondered for a moment why you had to act carefully when slurping up noodles when your boyfriend sat proudly right next to you, eating and drinking away. Why you had to take small sips of water and after a few bites of food claim you were full when everyone around you shameless enjoyed themselves. Could it be because you had something to prove? Yup, exactly.

"Hey. You okay?" He asks softly as he eyes you closer, hand pushing your hair back to really look at you. You look up at him and the urge to vocalize your uncomfortability is strong, but you shake it off. It was Saturday and you'd be saying your goodbyes Sunday morning. You could do this.

"I'm all good. It was just so hot last night. I couldn't get comfy..." You lie softly and Namjoon nods, pecking your nose.

"Maybe we can sneak away after swimming for a bit and take a nap." He offers softly as he rests his forehead against yours. It makes you blush as you nod along. You two get up soon enough and throw on your bathing suits.

You make sure your black one piece is on right since it was kind of strappy in a few places. You step out of the tent real soon and see all the guys and Dae's girl all look over at you, eyeing your body. Dae's girlfriend gently tugs at Dae's shirt and whispers something in his ear, making him laugh and nod his head in agreement.

The overwhelming feeling of regret swallows you whole and you grab one of Namjoon's shirts to put on over your shirt. You try and act none the wiser to all the snickering which only makes your self anger grow more.

"Okay! Bag is packed and ready to go!" Namjoon says as he steps out of your tent and pauses. "What's funny?" He asks his buddies and they all laugh before shaking it off.

"Nothing, man..." Dae says before walking off with his girlfriend. The other boys follow and Namjoon eyes you and smiles a bit as he tugs at the shirt you had on.

"What's with the cover up?" He asks and you shake your head.

"Just don't wanna get sunburned..." You say softly, not wanting to put a damper on Namjoon's vacation. Just one day. Just one day...

He nods and offers you his arm for the short walk to the lake...

When you get there, the water is cool and clear which is a great contrast to the sun that was beating down on you all today. You get in the water and focus on swimming with Namjoon when Dae grabs his girlfriend from her tanning spot on the dock. He lifts her with both arms as she screams for him to let her down and not to throw her. He doesn't listen and chucks her right into the water.

When she surfaces, she starts yelling at him for throwing her while all the guys laugh expect for Namjoon. He holds you a bit closer to his chest as you both bob in the calm lake. She finally sees you looking at her and glares at you.

"What?" She asks.

"Nothing. Just... Sucks that he ruined your hair." You say back gently. She eyes you a bit and then puts on a false smile.

"Well, at least my boyfriend can pick me up." She says in a joking tone and the boys laughing makes your heart feel heavy in your chest.

"What?" Namjoon asks, having heard her right but shocked that those words even left her mouth.

"Oh, Nam, calm down. It was a joke." One of his friends chuckles and Namjoon glares, obviously pissed at this moment.

"Yeah? I'm not laughing." He says shortly before swimming over to the dock and getting out.

"Namjoon, come on..." Dae tries as your boyfriend grabs his towel and then one for you too. You swim over silently, knowing better than to do anything else but just go with Namjoon to get him out of this situation before he blows up.

He helps you out of the lake and wraps the towel around you before you both leave back to the campsite, ignoring his friends as they try calling you for you guys.

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You sit between Namjoon's legs, pressed back against his hard chest as you hold the newest novel you have to share cause if not, one of you will read ahead. The walk back to the tent had been silent, the shower at the bath house had been quiet, and now the reading time you two share was full of this tense silence. You knew Namjoon was still pissed and you just hoped you could keep him calm till you left tomorrow morning.

"Done?" You ask, so you could know if you should flip the page or not. When you don't get an answer, you turn your head to face Namjoon and see him deep in thought, jaw clenched and face hard set. You frown softly and gently grab his face to make him look at you.

"Babe. It was a dumb joke..." You try quietly and he looks you in the eyes.

"You didn't sleep well last night because of them, didn't you." He says quietly, putting it all together in his head. It makes you frown, but you couldn't lie to him.

"I was... A little upset. Yeah." You admit quietly.

"Why didn't you tell me? I never want you in a place where you're that uncomfortable, Y/N. You know that." He says as he looks at you.

"They're you're friends, Joonie. I-I just... Wanted you to have fun." You try as he looks at you with a frown.

"Well I'm in hell when you're being hurt." He says quietly. You sigh softly and move to nuzzle into his neck.

"I'm used to this, babe. I grew up plus size." You point out quietly and Namjoon shakes his head.

"And? It wasn't right then, and it sure as hell isn't now." He says.

"I know your body. I love your body. Because your 'body' is just skin. Skin that protects everything in you that matters most." He states seriously. "It protects your heart... Which is full of love and care for the world. It protects your brain... Which is always more intriguing to me than any book out there. And it protects your spirit. Which is what I fell in love with. These amazing curves are a bonus." He says softly and you snort playfully while rolling your eyes.

"I know. I'm perfect to you." You mutter playfully, as if you're annoyed by hearing it.

"You're not just perfect to me. You're perfect for me, Y/N. I love you. And I'm not gonna let anyone talk about or to you in anyway." He says quietly as he holds your waist.

You hum. "Tomorrow morning, we can leave." You assure.

"First thing in the morning..." He agrees.

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Later that evening, everyone sits around the fire, silently eating and drinking. The tension is thick, and no one dares to make a joke or try and break the silence in anyway. You wanted Namjoon to let go of the grudge and have one last dinner with his friends, but he had insisted that anyone able to make you feel shitty was no friend of his. You were still trying to fight off the guilt, but you knew if you had anyone around you that made Namjoon feel a certain way, they'd be gone ASAP too. You just had to stand by your boyfriend's choice.

"I think..." Namjoon finally says, his deep voice demanding all eyes on him, and they are. Everyone is looking at the five-foot-eleven Korean man as he sets his plate down and rubs his hands together slowly. "Before we call it a night, a few things need to be done.

"One. I'd like to remind you all... That she," He nods to you as you sheepishly play with your bowl of beef stew cooked over the campfire. "Is my girlfriend. The woman I love. And I expect nothing but respect for her." He says, his voice calm but with this dark edge to it. Like he was not expecting any argument to his statement.

"Two." He continues. "At the end of the day, you don't have to find her attractive. She's mine for a reason. Because I find her attractive." He states. "And thirdly, if you don't find her attractive? You're just lying to yourself." He snorts and you bashfully roll your eyes at him.

"You all... Need to apologize for what the hell went on with this trip, and you'll be lucky if I ever want to see any of you again." He states honestly. You gaze along the faces of all his buddies, and you feel slightly guilty, maybe even a little childish due to this lecture. You felt like a kid who just tattled to the teacher. But... You hadn't 'tattled'. Namjoon had heard it. You weren't being overdramatic, you weren't play victim, and you didn't deserve this treatment. And you just had to keep telling yourself that...

With a deep sigh, Dae is the first to speak. "Y/N, we're... We're sorry. We were just joking, you know. Giving you a hard time? That's what we do in this friend group..." He says and you look away from him at that.

"Yeah, well that's not what you do with her." Namjoon speaks for you, and you set the bowl down and nod once at Dae. "Don't accept that half ass apology." Namjoon says to you, and you keep your mouth shut. He stands up finally and dusts his hands on his shorts.

"We're leaving tomorrow morning, early. Y/N." Namjoon says, and you quickly stand up only to feel his arm, wrap around your waist from behind. You feel him lift you up and squat down a bit to put you over his shoulder as you squeal in slight alarm.

"Y/N and I are going to bed. Don't bother us." He says shortly before looking a Dae's girl. "And maybe Dae could lift you, if he went to the gym more." He says simply before carrying you away towards your tent that you had moved away from the others for the night.

"Joonie! Put me down!" You hiss as he gets you two into your tent and sets you on the small foam mattress inside your tent.

"What were you thinking? You could've hurt yourse-" He cuts you off by kissing you deeply, you instantly get lost in the kiss.

"Don't disrespect my lifting abilities like that..." He teases quietly against your lips before kissing you more passionately. You can barely react in time as he pushes you back on the bed freely, climbing on top of you.

"What... What are you..." You pant against his lips before he quickly sits up to take off his shirt and then lays back on top of you, covering your jawline and neck with kisses that made you shiver.

You shut your eyes, melting into the cot as he lowers his lips down towards your cleavage. He's quick to pull your tank top up and bra cups down, freeing your nipples as he grips your breasts in both hands.

"I'm showing you that I love this body..." He whispers before tonguing your nipples one at a time, sucking each one hard to turn them into sensitive buds as you arch your back, head rolling back to moan before you cover your mouth.

"Don't cover up. I want them to hear it. Let them know that I know exactly how to handle you. That I thoroughly enjoy you whenever I can..." He whispers before moving down your body, biting all along your tummy as you look down at him, body feeling on fire at this very moment.

"I'm the luckiest man on earth to have you..." He whispers honestly as he settles between your legs, making you blush hard.

He makes quick work of your shorts and keeps your underwear on, blowing softly on the wet spot and making your clit twitch.

"Joonie... Oh fuck..." You gasp as you reach down to grab his hair, needing to feel something against your soaked core and fast.

"Such a goddess." He praises softly before he gets to work lapping at your clit slowly at first. Your head rolls back as you shut your eyes, always enjoying these sensual moments. Namjoon never teases, but he also loves when things slowly build up, especially since the closer you get the louder you get. He had a thing about you being... Verbal.

"Namjoon..." You pant, keeping this in mind. You loved making him feel good over his ability to make you feel good. It was an exchange of sorts. Sometimes you even found yourself twisting and arching your body in different directions as you screamed out because it just egged him on more. Thank god for porn. It was the best teacher...

He turns sloppier the louder you get, and you lose track of where you are at this point as your moans and hard tugs at his hair egg him on more.

At a certain point, feeling how drenched your underwear is from both your juices and his saliva, you pull him up to kiss him, your tongue exploring his to taste yourself on him. He grabs your neck to hold your head still and proceeds to suck on your tongue, and you all but lose all decency at that second, flipping you both over so you're on top.

"You want them to hear? The let's make sure they hear..." You pant with a giggle as he grips your hips hard and sits up to pull you harder against his bulge that is very much present through his shorts.

"Fuck yes, darling..." He whispers in awe before kissing you hard.

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The next morning, no one can look you both in the eyes and that's fine, because you're still too blissed out from last night to care what they can or can't do. Namjoon says nothing as he packs up the tent and you know you can't force him to drop the attitude long enough for a proper goodbye.

"Joonie..." You say quietly when you two are finally in the car and driving down the dirt road away from the camping grounds. He hums, eyes stuck on to the road with one hand on the wheel.

"Don't stop being friends with them because of me." You whisper and Namjoon smiles slightly at your concern before he grabs your hand.

"Damn your good heart." He says softly and you pout.

"I'm serious..." You try and he brings your hand up to his lips to kiss it tenderly.

"I know you are. And so am I." He says softly. "You're my best friend, Y/N. And I wouldn't have it any other way." He says honestly and it stops your pouting for a bit as you look down at your entwined hands sheepishly.

"I love you." You finally mutter and lean over to kiss his soft cheek, feeling his dimple form under your lips and it just makes you giggle ever so quietly.

"I love you too..." He whispers, looking at you for a moment to show he means it, and you couldn't be more confident of that in this moment...

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From one plus size girly to another: You are ENOUGH! You are attractive, and you are indeed that bitch lol. Love you all!

[adoremexxs]

Can you pretty please write a part 3 of the Sekido story? But no smut pretty please?? 🥺🙏🙏🙏

of course my pookie 🙄 and get that König pfp outta here smh blowing up my phone abt him!

Modern!Sekido x reader

warnings: uhhh feeling guilty??, kissing, this is just fluffy tbh

Sekido was utterly obsessed with you.

He would never admit that though.

The way that you move, the way that you talk, how kind you are, how beautiful you are, how compassionate you get whenever you are talking about your favorite hobby.

Sekido loves it all.

He doesn’t deserve an angel like you.

His feelings for his ex still remained incredibly strong but his feelings for you were just as strong.

He felt guilty.

He still was in love with his ex but this beautiful lady that he was seeing was so kind and compassionate and wasn’t cold to him.

You guys weren’t…dating or anything. You were just more so friends and you hung out almost everyday.

Just like today! You were going over to his house! You were so excited and you had to pick your very best outfit.

He said that his brothers wouldn’t be home so it would just be you two.

Of course, you have to wear something that makes your curves stand out and make you look all cute. You fixed your hair, your makeup and your outfit before hurrying to his house.

.

.

.

The Hantengu brother house had been renovated. Sekido had been saving up money to fix up the old house, he told you this. He worked a bunch while also going to college. You admired him. He works so hard to take care of him and his brothers.

You muster up the courage to walk up to the door but before you could knock, Sekido opened the door and he had a small smile on his face.

“(Y/N)…”

“Hi, Sekido!” You take a moment to check him out. He was wearing a black compression shirt. You were about to fold in half in all honesty. Even though it’s 100 degree weather, he was wearing long sleeves. You weren’t going to question why. You already knew the answer.

He was also wearing grey sweatpants. Oh boy. You definitely were admiring his body before he awkwardly coughs, his face flushing as red as his eyes.

“Do you want to come in?”

“Yes!”

.

.

.

The renovations were so nice. You could tell that Sekido spent his life savings on this house. While you were busy admiring the house, Sekido was getting you a glass of water.

“So, uh, (Y/N)-“

“Can I see your room?” Sekido looked a bit shocked by that as he hands you your water. You immediately downed it, looking so excited to see his room.

“Uhm, sure. This way.”

His room was clean. Very…clean. It almost unsettled you and Sekido awkwardly stood there as you examined his room before falling onto his bed.

His face reddened even more as the skirt you wore rode up and he quickly looked away. “Do you like it…?”

“Mhm! It’s so cozy and clean.” You rolled onto your back, looking up at him. “Come join me, Seki.”

Sekido shuffled towards you, sitting down his bed. You pout and sit up, grabbing ahold of his hand just to hold onto it. You knew that he appreciated any little physical touch you gave him. It’s what he constantly craved for.

“(Y/N)…” Sekido started, avoiding eye contact with you, “What are we?”

You blink in surprise. You didn’t really know how to approach this but you decided to take it slow and steady.

“I would like to be more than friends, if you want to.”

“Like dating?”

“Yes, Sekido.” You brush a strand of hair behind his ear, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. “I like you a lot.”

Sekido was silent before you saw the tears watering in his eyes.

“Seki, don’t cry!”

“(Y/N)…I’m still in love with my ex…I…I don’t want to hurt you…I like you a lot too but she just…I don’t know…She was my first everything and you are too good for me. I don’t deserve you.” The tears fell from his eyes. Sekido was usually a man who kept his feelings to himself and always acted angrily but with you, he melted.

He let his sensitive side show constantly with you. Sekido would hold you in his arms from time to time. You would never protest. It was comforting to have someone in his arms knowing they wouldn’t leave but at the same time, he was scared that you were going to leave like his ex.

You immediately pull him into your embrace, laying down on his back and letting Sekido rest his head on your chest. “Sekido, I don’t care if you still love her and still want her. I’m willingly to wait for you. You don’t know how much you mean to me, Seki. I will wait forever for you if that is what it takes. You are a good person. You are enough. You didn’t deserve that treatment from her and your brother. Don’t ever think otherwise.”

Your words warmed Sekido’s heart. You could feel his body trembling and his lip quivering as those tears fell from his pretty eyes. He was such a beautiful crier. Hell, he’s beautiful in general. He didn’t say anything as you play with his hair, letting him hug you and cry into you.

Sekido couldn’t express how much he appreciated you and was so thankful that you came into his life. You made him so happy just by being his friend and comforting him.

“I will wait for you, Sekido.” You reassure him again.

You went to say something else but you were cut off by Sekido’s lips crashing onto yours. Your yelp was muffled but you didn’t resist him. His swollen eyes and nose with tear streaks down his face was too cute to resist.

Sekido had gently bit your bottom lip and slid his tongue into your mouth, exploring every crevice. You allowed him, returning the same hungry energy back. You felt his nails dig into your shoulders and pull you closer to him. He was scared that you were going to leave him.

After a bit, he pulled away, his face flushed and a string of saliva still connecting your lips as he panted for air.

“Please,” His voice trembled and cracked as he begged you, “don’t ever leave. Please just wait for me, (Y/N).”

You smile at him, panting for your own air. You cup his face again.

“I will wait for you, Sekido. Don’t worry.”

[slytherinboysappreciation]

OMG OMG i see ur fic abt prof riddle w the mreader n im in loveeee god its so cute 😭😭💖💖💖 have you ever thought when the roles were reversed? Like reader is a wizard that came from the future, he adopt tom from the orphanage n becomes a father to him n he's also the one that stopped tom from kill1ng ppl n shi omgg that would so cute give this man sum parental figure yall he needed it 😔🫶🫶

Adopted - T. R. x platonic male!reader

A/N: thank you so much for the request!! 💛 I’m so glad you like my fic!

This is the first part of a short series I’m planning for this request. It’s completely unedited and barely proofread. There’s no use of Y/N

CW: alternate universe, death mention, lying, manipulation, Reader is from the future, Reader lies to adopt Tom, slight Dumbledore bashing, slight fluff during the middle/end, this is kinda fast-paced sorry

691 words

In another universe, Tom Riddle was introduced to magic by Professor Dumbledore, a cunning old man who saw the evil before he saw the boy.

In another universe, Tom Riddle becomes Lord Voldemort, the most feared Dark Wizard since the old days.

In another universe, a couple dies for their baby, a boy too young to remember anything but his mother’s scream.

This is not that universe.

In this universe, Tom Riddle is introduced to magic by a very unconventional wizard. A man with no friends, odd mannerisms, and a habit of using strange spells.

You.

You appear in Tom’s life exactly half an hour before his fated meeting with Dumbledore.

You hurry up the steps to the orphanage and knock on the doors. They open to reveal a haggard woman with a sharp face. She questions you, and you lie as smoothly as still water.

A few moments later, you’re face to face with the boy.

Because that’s who he is, after all. An eleven year old boy with no friends, odd mannerisms, and a habit of talking to strange snakes.

He looks up at you, half scowling, half nervous. “Who are you?”

The lie rolls off your tongue with ease. “I’m your uncle.”

Tom waits till you get in the cab before asking questions.

“Are you really my uncle?” His expression clearly says he doesn’t believe it, but you can see the flicker of hope in his eyes.

“For all intents and purposes, yes.” You give him a slightly sympathetic look. “But no, I am not your kin.”

Tom wilts a bit. Then tries hard to hide it. “Oh. Okay.”

There’s a brief pause, then his forehead wrinkles. “Who are you, then?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Try me,” he challenges.

“I am a wizard,” you say calmly. “Sent back in time after an unfortunate mishap with a Time Turner artifact.”

Tom blinks. Stares. Tilts his head. “You’re… not lying… are you…?”

You give him an odd smile. You had to give it to him, the boy knew how to spot his lies.

“Of course I’m not lying. It’s far too ridiculous for me to have come up with something like that.”

You settle into your seat. “Besides, you’ll understand more once we reach my house.”

Tom, who still seems to be having a hard time digesting your earlier words, just nods quietly. You give him the silence of the car ride to figure his thoughts out. As a courtesy and all.

Tom seems to like your little house. It’s tucked away from the city, in a small village that’s used to your odd antics by now.

It’s quaint and cozy and just big enough for separate rooms for the two of you.

Tom surveys the house, then turns to you. “If you’re a wizard, I want to see your magic.”

You look down at him, amused. You can already tell he has a sharp mind, important for the days to come.

You pull out your wand and cast a simple spell. One that causes pretty blue butterflies to flit about the room.

Tom goes still, eyes wide. One of the butterflies flutters over to him and lands on his nose. He goes cross-eyed trying to look at it and you stifle a laugh.

“Is that proof enough?”

He waves the butterfly off, looking at you in awe. “You really are a wizard…”

You stifle a grin, trying not to seem too proud. “I am. And you are too.”

His eyes go wide. A slow flush creeps up his cheeks, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

“I knew it,” he breathes, “I always knew I was special. Everyone else called me crazy, but I knew.”

You pat his shoulder and smile down at him. “You are special. You’re a wizard, Tom.”

His answering grin is worth all the problems you know are coming.

Dumbledore, especially, will be furious once he finds out.

But you’ve done what you’ve done, and you’re prepared to face the consequences. As far as the wizarding world will be concerned, you really are Tom’s uncle.

And you’re going to keep it that way.

[ranposgirlboss]

rubs my hands all maniacally😍

a little birdie told me that your requests are open!

i was thinking abt the bsd boys reacting to a s/o that eats the weirdest food combinations LMAO

i eat cheese puffs and hot sauce aND WHEN I WAS YOUNGER I ATE APPLES WITH KETCHUP BAHAH

anyways that’s all 🙏

BAJUAHJSGVHSABJGASHJBSAGHVSBJGASBHJ BRO IF U LIKE THAT EAT APPLES AND SOYSAUCE ITS SO BANGER!!! THE SWEET AND SALTY SAVOURY FEEL >>>> also popcorn and ketchup is so real

ALSO PROPS TO MY BESTIE FOR HELPING ME WITH SOME OF THESE IDEAS!! (mainly poes) THANK HER IN YOUR HEARTS BC SHE DOESNT HAVE AN ACC ON HERE!!!

i HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THESE OMG

chara list: tecchou, jouno, ranpo, poe and dazai,

GENRE: FLUFF >:))

i made them all little skrunklies in this >:))

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TECCHOU

-IM SORRY IF I SPELLED THAT HORRIBLY WRONG I ALWAYS CALL HIM KATCHOW (-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩___-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩)

-omg yall would be married instantly

-he has the papers signed

-FINALLY SOMEONE WHO WILL TRY SOME OF HIS COMBINATIONS!!!

-feels so understood

-if you ask him to try ur combos, HE WILL ALWAYS ACCEPT. A FELLOW WEIRD FOOD LOVER IN ARMS IS IN NEED OF HIS ASSISTANCE, AND HE CANNOT REFUSE.

-WOULD TAKE YOU OUT ON DATES AND GET EXTREMELY CONCERNED LOOKS FROM WAITERS.

-has had to protect you from jounos plots of world domination against weird food lovers and plots to murder you

-yall have a list of ur favorite food.

-so sexy

JOUNO

-(he looks so cute as a skrunkle anyways)

-haha

-run.

-dont even try to sneak it with him. he may be blind, but his other senses are at their prime and HE IS READY TO THROW HANDS

-"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, ONE TECCHOU WAS HARD ENOUGH I DONT NEED TWO GOD DAMN."

-might actually throw hands with you, like HELL JUST SMACK THE FOOD OUT OF YOUR HAND AND BE LIKE "n o ."

-so silly in theory but when he actually does slap it away it makes you want to beat him up so bad

-YOURE ASS BEST BE GLAD HE LOVES YOU OR HE WOULDVE TRIED TO KILL YOU AT LEAST 5 TIMES

-ugh i love the sassy skrunkle (ignore the fact he can kill you instantly)

RANPO

-WITH HIM, it all depends.

-it depends on how it tastes.

-because if it tastes actually good, HE WILL BE SO HAPPY

-"i knew you had good taste Y/N (人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+"

-if it tastes bad to him tho...

-HE WOULD BE SO BETRAYED

-would look like you just insulted his entire bloodline real

-"Y/N, how DARE YOU MAKE ME, THE GREATEST DETECTIVE, TRY THIS."

-it would take a long amount of sorries and sweets to get him to forgive you.

POE

-ok ok so listen

-would probably see you eating the weird ass shit, blink a few times to make sure he wasn't hallucinating, then go back to reading

-if you asked him to try it, he would be like "oh sorry i just ate a 5 course meal Y/N" (he's a terrible liar)

-but with him, you could probably convince him to try it 😈

-theres a very high chance he hates it, i know we don't know what their eating habits are like, but poe gives off picky vibes...

-would probably be like "w-wow Y/N thats uhm...that's really good for you Y/N................"

-would never try it again </3

DAZAI

-NGL HE WOULD HAVE WEIRD TASTE BUDS TOO

-I MEAN BRO LITERALLY ATE DOG FOOD AS IF IT WAS A CASUAL TUESDAY

-i feel like he would at least try them, and if he didn't like them, he would CHUCK THOSE BITCHES

-more as a joke then an actual insult, UNLIKE SOMEONE (jouno)

-swears hell pay for them after (he never does)

-one day you threaten to throw him across the room like your damn food he keeps throwing

-he threw extra food that day

-would beg convince you to try dog treats (fun author fact: i used to eat dog food when i was a kid. it sucked ass but i was hungry)

-YALL WOULD DO THOSE CHALLENGES WHERE YOU PUT RANDOM FOOD IN A BLENDER AND SEE HOW IT WOULD TEST.

-honestly just another way to bond with you

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THANKS FOR READING THIS SILLY THING I WROTE AND THANKS FOR REQUESTING ♡(ӦｖӦ｡). I ALWAYS CAN ACCEPT MORE REQS!!!! TYSM!!!!

i forgot to add tags the first TIME I POSTED BAHAJVGBHASGVGASUHJASVGHJABSJ

[eddiebun]

hi baby, the finale of st4 vol 2 literally killed me i sobbed for HOURS today.. :( WHY WOULD THEY KILL OFF THE MOST INTERESTING BEST CHARACTER i hate this. anyway, i hope ur doing well and i have a blurb for u abt our cutie eddie (bc he IS alive). basically crybaby!bimbo!reader x eddie munson where like he accidentally makes her cry or something and he tries to comfort her? maybe he teases her or smth in front of his friends and they are dating and.. idk i just hope ur doing well! MWAH <3

TRUING NOT TO THINK ABOUT IT OR ILL CRY. ilysm mwahmwahwamnwahh

bimbo!crybaby!reader x bf!eddie, angsty, fluff??

“no, y/n is hardly ever present, always off in her own little head most of the time.” eddie laugh, glancing over at you at his side, seeing your bottom lip jutted out in concentration as you swiped your fingers back and forth four bottles of nail polish, contemplating which to use.

eddie was taking you out on a date later, and of course, you wanted your nails to match the cute outfit you begged him to buy you last weekend, and he folded, he always did for you.

“see?” eddie nodded his head in your direction, everyone around you laughing and you shot your head up in curiosity.

“welcome back to reality, sweetheart.” you heard your boyfriend coo, coming up to pat the top of your head.

you blinked a couple times, not understanding but you didn’t care all that much, you had more important things to worry about.

“which is better, the peachy pink, baby pink, the neon or the hot pink?” you looked up at him through your pretty lashes, awaiting your boyfriends input.

eddie glanced down at the bottles on the table and shrugged, “all looks the same to me.” he leaned in closer to look at the colors.

he glanced back up and saw the apparent displeasure on your face from his lack of interest.

“it’s not the same at all.” you told him, pursing your lips together.

“it’s just paint or whatever,” eddie chuckled, making the whole table laugh, clearly in agreement with him, “it doesn’t matter, can’t you just join in the conversation for once and worry about stuff like that at home?” he asked, the table suddenly going a little more quiet because owch, that one was harsh.

and he knew he messed up, before he even saw your eyes gloss over, tears bubbling and bottom lip quivering, “t-that was mean..” you sniffled out, feeling your whole body burning up in embarrassment and upset.

and the tears didn’t stop, eddie panicking a little— he was used to you being sensitive, crying and being emotional, it wasn’t a bad thing but you were right, what he said was mean and now he made you cry in front of everyone.

“hey, hey.. i’m sorry, i didn’t— i didn’t mean that.” he grimaced before clearing his throat and standing up, “c’mon.” he held his hand out.

you didn’t take it, but you did stand up and you walked out of the cafeteria, knowing eddie was following behind.

you got into an empty classroom, sniffling against the back of your hand and comfortingly squeezing your arm.

“baby, it does matter, i shouldn’t of dismiss you like that or talked to you like that, i didn’t mean it.” eddie stood in front of you, rocking back and forth on his feet and breathing out shakily.

“i’m so sorry angel..” he said quietly.

you hiccuped in between soft sobs, lipgloss smudged and some mascara markings on your under eyes as you looked up at your boyfriend, “please don’t talk to me like that. i join in b-but i don’t wanna be laughed at for not liking the same things all the time but i still get laughed at when i’m just doing my own thing, that’s not fair.” you frowned.

“you’re right, it shouldn’t be like that— fuck, i’m so sorry. i’ll make sure you never feel like that again, i’ll make it more comfortable for you, i love you so much, just the way you are and i know you’re so brave hanging out with us freaks,” he chuckled, “i’m so happy you are who you are, i don’t want it any other way.” he sighs, fingers tangling with yours as he pulled you against his chest and smothered you in kisses over every inch of your face.

“i— love— you— so— much.” he said, each word in between a firm kiss, feeling awful but promising himself he’d make you feel much more comfortable and he never wanted to make you cry again.

“just don’t want you to feel like you’re too good for me and wonder off one day, i need you.” he cupped your face.

“i need you more, stupid.” you sniffled.

[eggyrocks]

gnawing at the bars of my enclosure i loved the ch ending. ur works r so great keep it up. also do u happen to have tanaka n kiyoko relationship lore theyre so silly *twirling my hair and twiddling my fingers*

hehe im giggling the couple of all time okay here we go

tanaka’s first words to kiyoko were literally: “hi im tanaka ryuunosuke you’re very beautiful i think i am in love with you”

and all she could do was blink before yn was hitting him upside the head and dragging him away with a bunch of apologies directed at kiyoko

from that day on tanaka would not stop talking about kiyoko

he brought her up at least once a day

and at first everyone thought it was just a really intense crush

but tanaka kept insisting it genuinely was love at first sight

when yn and kiyoko started hanging out she didn’t tell tanaka

it’s not like she lied to him or anything

he just didn’t ask ok

tanaka was so betrayed though when he found out

“why didn’t you tell me you’re hanging out with my future wife?”

“because you say freak things like that”

whenever kiyoko did show up around him he was trying his best to act completely normal and not nervous at all

which consisted of him clenching his fists and sweating and repeating over and over in his head “be normal be normal be normal be normal”

and then kiyoko would be like “hey what’s wrong with your friend”

“he’s an idiot”

kiyoko did not think much of him at first except the occasional “that sweaty guy is staring at me”

she was sort of confused as to why he was always so nervous bc she didn’t really think he had anything to he nervous of

she did think it was sort of endearing though

not that she ever said it out loud

yn and kiyoko got closer and yachi got closer to them too and then even nishinoya started to get used to kiyoko and was more chill

not tanaka tho

nope

butterflies in his stomach every single time he sees her throat going dry head getting hot

she just always has that affect on him

and then when kiyoko started helping out with the band it actually sort of became an issues

because he would get so nervous around her that he literally forgot how to play the drums

the band was like “my dude you have got to get a grip”

then one day at before one for their earlier shows tanaka was showing signs of being crazy nervous and kiyoko said to him “don’t be nervous. you’re a great drummer”

and that just changed everything

because she thinks that of him?? she thinks he’s a great drummer???

he’s not about to disappoint

tanaka might’ve gone too hard that day he broke three drum sticks

but kiyoko told him he did a great job after

so it was worth it

tanaka would always go out of his way to try and impress her

drumming skills: “hey kiyoko watch me play this fugazi song…..okay wait no…wait let me start over i fucked up…..shit…”

strength: “hey kiyoko do you need help carrying that” “no” “are you sure it looks heavy” “this is just one of nishinoya’s pedals”

knowledge: “hey kiyoko did you know that you burn more calories drumming than you do weight lifting” “cool” “yeah”

and tanaka was way too in love to notice but kiyoko started smiling more that the things he would say

and would listen more intently

and start to ask him follow up questions

yn and yachi knew immediately when she started having a crush on him

they both thought it was very cute

and would lightly tease kiyoko abt it

but ultimately told her tanaka would be a great boyfriend and would be very sweet to her

like he already is

kiyoko knew she would have to be the one to confess because tanaka never would

he would just continue to be completely obvious about his feelings

but would never actually do anything about it

but still she was nervous

even though she was sure she wouldn’t be rejected

she chickened out the first three times she planned to confess

and on the fourth time

it actually turned out yachi and yn had had enough

and what do you do once you’ve had enough

why you lock your friends in a storage closet until they confess their feelings !

in a weird way, being in the small dark space made it a bit easier for her to admit her feelings

so she did

and then it took about ten minutes to convince tanaka that he was not dreaming

once he did bro was on cloud nine

for him the honeymoon phase has never ended

he’s so in love with her and every day he wakes up he feels lucky to be with her

and kiyoko loves him more and more every day

they’re gross together

so sweet to each other that it makes everyone else roll their eyes

tanaka got kiyoko a hoodie that says “i prefer the drummer” and she wears it to bed almost every night

they’re soulmates :)

[akutails]

"EX-GIRLFRIEND?" - dazai osamu

✁you find out where dazai gets his fix of fake bombs and love letters. based on this tweet abt bsd's untold tales. warnings : mentions of bombs, obsessed ex-girlfriend (?).

"you got the bomb from who?"

"i get them in the mail sometimes from this girl with notes, turns out that's her way of telling me she's obsessed."

you and kunikida could only stare in disbelief, blinking foolishly as dazai picks up the fake bomb that was used earlier for atsushi, the agency's new recruit, in his entrance exam.

"once i found out who it was, i told her to stop and that it wouldn't work out between us. besides, i wouldn't enjoy myself if i just kept receiving bombs everyday." dazai says casually, which ticks you off a bit, and which ticks kunikida off a lot.

"how could someone like him be a catch with women? what's so appealing about him?" kunikida mumbles but immediately straightens up and clears his throat when he feels your burning glare from behind his neck.

one of your eyes twitch at the way dazai nonchalantly carries the fake bomb under his arm, hoisted above by his hip while chatting along with atsushi and the others. how could he be so unserious about the fact that someone out there is obsessed with him and knows how to make or knows where to purchase fake bombs?

maybe you were just annoyed at the fact at how lowly he values his "romantic" relationships. well, you had no right to pry or judge the poor woman, you liked dazai osamu as well. at least you didn't send deadly firearms as a way to show your infatuation, right?

"i expected this reaction from kunikida, but from you, belladonna? why are you so worked up?" speaks the devil, wearing a sly smirk.

okay, maybe on second thought, leaving deadly things on dazai's front step is more appealing now.

"it's concerning, that's why," you sigh, crossing your arms while avoiding his teasing gaze, "what if she starts leaving real bombs? or maybe she knows you work for the agency. a lot of things could go wrong with your crazy exes."

"or maybe you're just jealous, bella."

you're this close to choking him. of course i'm not jealous. what kind of psycho gets jealous of having to get someone's attention using bombs?

"it's kind of impressive, actually. for a civilian, it's hard to find a supplier for these things, much less actually make them yourself."

now you're a bit jealous.

"just don't make it our problem. keep your insane ex-girlfriend to yourself." you spat, turning around to get back to your station when he tugs on your arm and pulls you back, pressed up against his chest and staring directly into his eyes.

he giggles at your flustered expression before dragging his index finger over your jaw and secures your chin with his thumb, smile widening at the warmth of your face.

"don't you worry, darling, you know you're the only one for me."

"w-what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

╰─▸ ❝ @[akutails]'s work is not open to reposts, plagiarism, and the likes. (09/02/22). taglist: @sips-tea-cutely

[azsazz]

Summer Daze

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Anon Request: heyy i’m the anon who asked for dad!az fics and i had an idea… what abt a fic where az spends the day with the kids like he has a day off and just goes around velaris with reader and his fam… 

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,372

Note: so not quite Velaris with the fam but still cute af

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You remember being in this exact spot with Azriel years ago. 

After your mating ceremony you had gotten away from the chilly winters of Velaris and into Summer, tucked under your mate’s wing on the plush lounge on the beach. The setting sun casting its lovely pinks and creamy oranges across his tan skin.

You’d never seen him so at ease, shadows out of sight and wings hanging low, brushing against the soft sand of the Summer beaches as you curled further into his embrace, his thumb stroking across your sun kissed skin though he had told you to put more sun protecting salve on. 

He’d thrown you over his shoulder and you had squealed as he ran into the night chilled water once the sun had gone to rest and that familiar night sky appeared, stars blinking awake. This was everything you had been waiting for your entire life, lovingly wrapping your arms around Azriel’s neck, cheeks hurting from smiling so hard. His hands slipped around your waist, holding you against him and staring down at you with sparkling eyes, pressing his forehead against your own.

“This is by far the best decision we’ve ever made, my sweet,” he whispers, kissing you passionately for a moment. Your hands wind their way into his salty hair, tangled from the ocean. The bond between the two of you glows golden and warm like the sun had set within you.

You hum in agreement, resting your head against his chest, looking out across the serene waters, the moon just making its appearance over the horizon. His heart is a steady beat beneath your ear, strong and comforting as it had always been.

“And someday, we can bring our children here, to experience Summer like we have.” Your heart swells and you hold him tighter in your arms, twisting so your chin is on his chest as you blink back the happy tears in your eyes.

“Yes Az, I want that with you so badly I can hardly wait,” you admit, and he smirks suggestively at you, his light.

“Who says we have to wait?”

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You can’t help but to smile, remembering the first time you’d been here.

You relax beneath the shady pergola on a lounge fit to fill your entire family, Jax settled and sleeping against your chest while you read, the shrieks of joy from your children and their cousins as Azriel, Cassian, and Rhys toss them up into the air above the water.

Nesta, next to you, admires her own mate, failing to hide her smile behind her fruity drink.

“One of these days Nes, you ought to have another,” you comment softly, watching how Cassian cradles your daughter just a little closer to his chest as he dips the both of them down into the water. You can hear the squeal of surprise at the cool water, then giggle as she splashes her tiny hands around.

He’d been hinting at having another for a while now, and always had Zuzu in his arms when she was around. It was so painfully clear that he wanted a daughter of his own.

“One of these days,” she agrees, flipping the page of her own book with indifference. You’ve been around the oldest Archeron sister now to know, can hear the mirth beneath her bored tone, the idea sparking in her mind.

Your heart swoops and you clutch your youngest tighter to your chest, jolting the small child as you straighten, watching Wren and his cousins – who had just learned to fly – getting as high in the air as they can, then tucking their wings in tight and freefalling into the ocean below.

You pass a whiny Jax into the arms of Feyre, who is on your other side, sunbathing, as you scramble up from the daybed, taking a few steps towards the rest of your family, “Not too high!”

Azriel’s head perks up at your voice, Baz sitting on his shoulders, his father and his own little shadows splash in the water around them. Your mates’ halt at the worry in your tone, immediately looking for danger, and you can hear him warning his son to be careful before he’s taking Baz off of his shoulders and tucking him against a hip, retreating from the water and jogging over to where you’ve settled back in on the lounge, Jax content in his aunts arms.

You can’t help but admire him as he comes to console you, your second son laughing as he bounces against his hip. His skin is glowing under the bright sky and he looks every bit as relaxed as he did all those years ago, happier now that he has his children, mate, and family near.

He places Baz down on the cushion and he immediately scrambles away for a refreshment of his own, Elain helping him drink from the straw of the coconut, Lucien’s chin hooked around her shoulder and beaming down at your son. Rhysand was always one to go all out when it came to important events, and this was no different. You were all staying in the most lavish of houses Adriata had, backing right up to the ocean with enough rooms inside for you all to have two.

Nesta and Feyre groan playfully as your mate climbs up on the lounge, immediately standing and retreating towards the water where the rest of your family is. The shadowsinger stops, kneeling between your legs, an easy smile on his lips. Hands planted on either side of your hips he kisses your swelling belly, not quite showing, the next babe inside.

He then moves to your lips, pecking you lightly and staring down at you, sprawling out into Nesta’s abandoned spot beside you, head propped up on his fist, other hand caressing your stomach lovingly.

“They’re just having a bit of fun, Love,” he says softly, and you give him a knowing look, “Just like we did when we were young.”

“Not all of us had wild childhoods,” you tut, brushing back his hair from his face as he rolls his eyes. You are utterly in love with him, and admire how much he’s grown since you’ve known him. How he’d come out of his shell over the years, finally finding his place within the Inner Circle. His shadows didn’t hide him as much, and though he was still quiet and sneaky, Azriel had really opened up over time.

“I’ve known you to get a bit wild, (Y/N),” he muses, tone suggestive.

You laugh, fingers dipping down from his hair to play with the shell of his ear instead, hazel eyes gleaming with mischief. 

“I love you Az,” you sigh, closing your eyes and letting the sun beam down on your face.

He takes your hand, kissing up the inside of your wrist, “I love you too, my sweet.”

Baz takes the chance at a peaceful moment to jump on his fathers back, wrapping his little arms tightly around his neck, giggling with pure happiness. 

“Daddy, sand,” your son cheers as Azriel wrestles with his son playfully, all while being mindful of where you lie.

“Okay buddy,” he agrees, “Give mommy a kiss first.”

Your son climbs off of Azriels chest and over to you, your mate keeping an arm around him in case he tries to jump on you, the little rascal. He presses a sloppy kiss to your cheek and you hug him close for a moment, breathing in deep. He smells like coconut and the strong sunblock salve and he sighs against you and you know he’s torn between wanting to stay with you and take a nap or go back and build sandcastles with his father.

He opts for playing in the sand again, and you watch as his father chases after him, screeching with laughter. You look at all of your family, smiling to yourself, knowing that the kids will be out like lights as soon as you get them cleaned up, a long day of playing under the sun with their family.

You couldn’t ask for anything better. This is the dream, and you rub your belly. You can’t wait to welcome the little one into this big, happy, family.

[summercreolefanfictioner]

of sour candies and chocolate milk || kanato x fem!reader (modern college au) plot + headcanon

WARNING: SLIGHT OOC (ikr fluff in DL doesn't exist but anyways)

dedicated to @yuikomorii (I've been meaning to write this one bcos a friend of mine challenged me to write a fluff modern au Kanato plot, so I've pitched this idea to my mutuals @whitechocolatemochaasblog and @crookedherringcolorclod and I am glad this plot is still kinda intact with his bratty and petty self)

btw credits to @nutaella-kookie cause I took inspiration from her dating kanato sakamaki post (you should read it guys, the writing is just... chef's kiss I swear she also has a lot of pretty fun headcanons)

and yes I suggest listening to the song for experience

NOTE: the pov is mostly based on Maya since this was originally a Kanato x Maya plot but feel free to insert yourself or whoever you want; and yes the ages of the characters are kinda older

CONTEXT: Kanato studies forensic mortuary science while taking up a few business classes cause Karl forced him to do so; the fem!reader is in culinary arts but focuses more on pastry

-it wasn't like Kanato was looking for a relationship or something since all his romantic affairs are doomed to fail from the start bcos he is annoyingly clingy and overly jealous, leaves a lot of messages and missed calls—practically a sour patch kid of a boyfriend who's extremely needy (you might as well date a kid 💀💀💀)

-ofc he can be closed off... but he turns to this possessive guy in a blink of an eye and yes Ayato and Laito tell him abt it but this purple kid's bubbled up in his denial world like his word is absolute

-either go date or go home (I suggest you go home jk)

-tho however Ayato suddenly brings up the topic of Kanato dating you and his reason is you two practically knew each other (since your dad and Karl are BFFs and business partners); second, your height just goes well with his and your grunge pastel soul complements his victorian goth ass kid persona so might as well dominate the world, huh?

-just to clarify, you ain't friends with the triplets; they just know you as their dad's friend's daughter who goes to the same univ and reads mangas during free time

-so anywaaaaaaaays

-ngl Kanato thought abt it since they knew you ever since they were like grade schoolers or something; but the thing is, you're their dad's friend's daughter and they always see you at formal parties they're forced to attend to and if you two break up, it will be more awkward for him cause he has to see you (plus there are times you go to their house to deliver some of your dad's paperworks/gifts)

-ofc Ayato knew Kanato would say no so he went on with: "just have a trial date with her and see if it will work; if it doesn't, then nothing's lost since you two aren't in a relationship" blah blah

-the offer doesn't so bad so Kanato went in for the kill, and yes don't ask where he got your number cause he just freaking texted you out of nowhere and told you to go meet him at the university cafe (read again, he told you; not asked so... see where this is going?)

-yeah anyways you went there and met him up before your afternoon classes; you two weren't much of a talker anyways so you just went on with the silence by calmly ordering your usual matcha frappe while he just stares at you like a praying mantis 911 send help

-and while you were sipping your frappe, he just dropped the bomb like "let's go on a trial date, Y/N-san" (yeah you almost choked on your frappe upon hearing that)

-"why?" "you don't seem so bad"

-and yeah he explained abt Ayato's idea and he saw nothing wrong abt it and you are not allowed to say no after the effort he made abt finding out your number and waking up earlier just to wait for you in the university cafe like those scenes in romance mangas

-deep inside, you were like "what a thoughtful prick" (an insult and a compliment tho)

-so you two agreed on that trial date, plus you find him kinda cute (but not physically, it's more like a funny, amusing cute bcos you sometimes make fun of him in your head despite being annoying like this:)

-in fact you even told him that you had a small crush on him ("I like you, though." "Hm. Why?" "Because you're funnily cute.")

-so yeah you were on this trial date relationship thingy for like almost a year (you think it's long but gurl it ain't for Kanato and his massive trust issues) and things were going pretty well; like even if there were minor disagreements and some of his mini tantrums, you two were able to make it work

-besides your calm and humble personality just kinda matches with his hotheadedness (hence why you're still "alive" despite him having those annoying fits); tho you might remain calm but when Kanato teases you, you turn into this blushing, stuttering mess

-and for some reason, he was willing to reenact your fave scenes from those mangas (how romantic, right???)

-so Kanato decided that this trial date turned to be real this time around, but you're still on a summer vacation somewhere in Hokkaido so he opted to wait for you to return to Kaminashi before finally asking you out

-one time Kanato was out with Ayato and Laito at the mall cause Laito saw this one store that sells discounted vintage CDs and he was in dire need of a new show to watch bcos this one murder docu series decided to say goodbye

-so after they bought their CDs, they passed by the train station and saw some random guy confessing to a girl; Kanato thought it wasn't anything new... until he heard the guy mention your full name

-like this: "You're Y/N from Ryoutei University, right?"

-and then he saw you nervously fidgeting as your hands gripped the handle of your luggage cause you weren't used to strangers suddenly approaching you (and he found it odd cause you're supposed to be back at night but here you are at Kaminashi at 3 fvcking pm in the afternoon)

-"I always see you with your friend at the nearby bookstore, and I thought you're cute... and you've been on my mind lately. W-Will you go out with me?"

-"But..."

-"Uh... do you have a boyfriend or something?"

-"... I don't have a boyfriend."

-and the guy was so overjoyed while Kanato was just still in his spot, eyes wide as he watched the scene before him unfold; but yeah you still rejected the guy, but for some reason, he was kinda "mad" at your answer like why did you tell that guy you are single as a pringle?! (even tho you rlly don't have a boyfriend!)

-Laito even fueled the fire by saying "aww did she just indirectly reject you, Kanato-kun? how sad"

-Kanato was so bummed abt this rejection that he started ignoring everyone at the household (even locking himself in his room more than usual)

-what's more, he jabs at Ayato like "this is all bcos of your small brain and stupid idea"

-and when you got back home, you texted Kanato that you're already back from your trip; people would think he's finally gonna talk to you abt it

-but you know what this purple gremlin did? he fvcking ignored you,

-like put you on read or whatever; he didn't care if you were calling or texting him cause he doesn't wanna talk to you until you know what you have done to him

-but the thing is you have no idea he was so mad at you cause you thought he was just busy or something (well it took like 2 to 3 weeks before Yui told you that Kanato was mad at you cause he hasn't been getting off Ayato's case bcos of you apparently)

-so one time you went to their house and you knocked on his bedroom door, ofc he said get lost but you just casually opened it to see him setting up his room for his murder docu series marathon with a large tub of ice cream on the side table while Teddy was comfy on his couch (his room screams goth meets harajuku pastel vibes)

-ngl Kanato had this nagging happy feeling when he saw you but he was just adamant on getting you out of his hair while you were just being worried and a bit stubborn cause you wanna know why he was so upset with you

-"you're smart right? why don't you figure it out then"

-and all hell broke loose cause you two had a shouting fit (you rarely shout but you did this time)

-"IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT! YOU TOLD THAT GUY AT THE TRAIN STATION YOU DON'T HAVE A BOYFRIEND!"

-"W-WHA—HOW DID YOU—BUT I REALLY DON'T HAVE A BOYFRIEND!"

-"BUT YOU SAID YOU LIKE ME!"

-ngl you blushed at that statement, but girl focus! you need to tell this guy off

-so yeah you told him "I LIKE YOU, AND I STILL DO. BUT AS LONG AS WE ARE NOT DATING, THEN I DON’T HAVE A BOYFRIEND, OKAY? SO CAN YOU PLEASE JUST—"

-"AH! MOU! WHY DON'T YOU USE YOUR HEAD FOR ONCE?! I LIKE YOU! I LIKE YOU! I LIKE YOU, OKAY?! SO THE NEXT TIME SOMEONE ASKS YOU OUT, PLEASE TELL THEM YOU'RE UNAVAILABLE!"

-"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LIKE ME—"

-and the whole world just stopped like you saw Kanato blushing furiously, a frown on his face as he glares at you for being so dense; and when you realized the weight of his words, you were so embarrassed I swear you wish there was a hole that would swallow you whole

-finding it hard to breathe, you tried to excuse yourself and get out of the room—

-"Oh no, you don't."

-and the next thing, Kanato swiftly held your wrist and pulled you close to him, kissing your lips to release this frustrating feeling he's been having for weeks now (and yes you kissed back to seal the deal)

-one thing led to another and yeah no words were needed to confirm that you two had already gone past the trial and went with the real one

(admin summer: hmmm the ending was kinda lame and open-ended tho)

BONUS:

Kanato was sitting on his couch, munching on his tub of ice cream while watching the murder docu-series he bought a few weeks ago. When he heard movements, he looked over his shoulder and saw you quickly getting dressed, gathering every item you left in his room before turning to him with a blushing face as you said, "I... I'll be taking my leave."

"There's no need to hurry, you know," he pointed out, returning to the show he was watching. "Besides, it's past 6 already. You can stay the night."

You were quiet, agreeing with his suggestion as you slowly slumped down on his bed. There was a comfortable silence lingering in the air, the question of "are we dating now" hanging at the back of your head.

But he said he likes me. And... I like him too.

"Umm... Kanato?"

"Hm?"

"Can you say it again?"

"Say what?"

"That you like me."

Kanato almost spat out his ice cream, spouting nonsense and a string of curses as he tried to compose himself before responding.

"As if I would do that!"

"... but you did it thrice, though."

"Exactly."

You giggled at that.

[theragethatisdesire]

BODYGUARD ANON BACK HI im glad you liked my idea hehe... I do write and I wrote a little abt that idea, hope you don't mind me sharing it here

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your day starts at 8 and by proxy, so does eren's.

as your alarm rings loudly and you turn it off, it takes all your strength to sit up on the bed. blinking sheepishly with sleep tugging at your eyelids, you look at the soft sheets over your mattress, luring you back in. who would care if you missed the first class... no one, right...?

just as you stare longingly at your pillow, the door to your room bursts open. eren walks in, a mug of hot coffee in his hand and your bag in the other. there's the one thing preventing you from catching more shut eye and playing hooky.

"morning, miss." the formal way he addresses you makes your nose scrunch. you've told him such formality is not needed, he can use your name and you won't mind; hell, you prefer it.

'i'd much rather avoid being chewed out by your father for being too casual, miss' was his reply back then, the way he emphasized the last word almost mockingly, but in a subtle way and with a hint of a smirk on his face made your eyes roll as you dropped the subject.

your head droops forward as you struggle to stay awake but it's stopped by the warm mug touching your forehead. with tired limbs, you reach to grab it and the smell of freshly brewed coffee does its job at slowly waking you up.

"did you add-"

"three spoons of brown sugar and a touch of milk? 'ts all there"

you blink at him, and the look of mild bewilderment makes the smirk eren's face threatens to show that much more difficult to suppress. you mumble a 'thank you', laced with sleepiness and half opened eyes and it hits eren how used he is to this little routine.

he gets up first, making sure to have a cup of coffee in the exact way you like (the fact that he knows your sickeningly sweet order by heart alarmed him at first but he chalked it off to paying attention to you). he then wakes you up, and because you're still sleepy, you don't notice how intensely he stares at you.

his eyes scan your hair, messy and slightly tangled but still in a way that he doesn't find... displeasing to the eye. when you sit on the bed blinking sleep away and the straps of your loose tank top you use as pajamas falls off your shoulder, his gaze wanders to your neck and collarbone, to the subtle trail of moles leading down your arm.

he knows way too much about you, to a point he can't just chalk it up to his job but rather something else.

WAIT THIS IS ACTUALLY REALYL REALLY GOOD ADN ALSO CUTE AND I NEED THIS TO BE A FULL FIC

bodyguard anon you.........reveal yourself. i command it. i wish so badly i had the time to pick this up. someone write it or i will in teh coming months i swear to god

[lgwifey]

wait omg these match-ups sound so fun. can i have one for hp & one for mphfpc if that’s not too much?

i’m 5’2, i’m white & american, i use she/her pronouns, and i’m bisexual!! if u need any more i have short blonde hair w bangs & blue-grey eyes hehe. i’m an enfp (and if u know anything abt enneagram i’m type four!). i love writing, singing, reading, and just being around the ppl i love- so i’d say those are my hobbies :)) as for style… i don’t rly have a specific style but i love academia, cottagecore, princesscore, fairycore, and stuff like that. the things i wear tend to fall into at least one of those categories i think <3 i’m a hufflepuff and a quiz told me i’d be a half-blood lol. let’s say my peculiarity is that i have like. butterfly wings that’s cool i think lmao

v excited to see what i get!! also do u have a name u go by online? (if ur not comfy sharing ur real name lol) i just wanna know so ik what to call u when we interact!!

𝐈'𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 (𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦) 𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚

Okay so...

• I feel like you and Olive have the same kind of personality traits. And that you'd just look cute together.

• You start dating after knowing each other for a few decades. I seams like a long time to know each other for, but things work differently in the loop and one of you wasn't sure whether the other only viewed each other as a friend.

• She would literally love your peculiarity. Because lbh, butterflies are the best (sorry not sorry). She would spend ages just staring at your wings whilst you read or wrote. If you're trying to show her a new book which Millard had introduced to you then there is a 85% chance she'd wonder off attention wise to where your wings where. They're just mesmerising to her ~ "Ol ? Ol ? Olive ?" *quick blinks* "Huh ?" "I was saying about this line in chapter seven-" ~

• Your dates would be pretty small, but cute. They would probably be held at the bottom of the garden or in town, in an attempt to get away from the noise of the kids. If you where in town then they would have to not be obvious, because of the era you where stuck in and all that, but sometimes you two would be really obvious about it just for the fun of them not being able to remember after a few hours. If you're having a picnic date with princess dresses and tiaras, (probably gonna end up happening because we all live for the aesthetic) then Claire and Bronwyn would usually end up making excuses to bring more food to you so then they could join, which Olive was sometimes too nice to protest to, but at least you got some time together without interruptions before they turned up.

• Okay hear me out on this one but, she'd constantly be stealing your dresses. Your outfits are just too cute for her to resist most of the time, so she'd sneak into your room across the hall and 'borrow' some clothes from time to time ~ *olive strolls into the room with a pot of tea* *looks over from the piano, squints eyes* *olive waves* *enoch scowls because why not* *tilts head* *olive leaves the room with the empty tea pot* *turns back to the piano before looking back around to Enoch, eyebrows pull together in confusion* "she's wearing your cardigan, yes." "I thought so !" ~

• When Jacob arrives, he's a little confused as to why you're glaring at him ~ "She's really nice, loves everyone." "Even Enoch." "Shut up Millard." *Jake looks over to where you're sat with a book upside down, looking over the top with your eyes dark and glaring at him* "She seems lovely." *Olive grabbing onto his arm to drag him off to the next room on the 'tour'* "Isn't she just, next is-" ~ . You eventually loose your glare when you remember that Olive isn't into him, after much assurance from her and alot of bad jokes from a certain dead raiser.

𝐈'𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲

Okeydokey ...

• Okay so I imagine you transfer from Ivermory in like fourth or fifth year and staright from the get go, George is infactuated with you.

• Like it's boarder line obsessive.

• Fred is his No 1 hype man. Well he thinks he is, in reality he sits there and makes sarcastic comments to his twin whilst the lad accidentally stares at you as you talk to your friends at the Yellow decorated table ~ "And here we have a wild George Fabian Weasley. Mating season has come around once again and he has his eyes set on a certain American honeybadger. In fact, he's had his eyes set on her for two years, he's just too much of a pussy to ask her out." "D'ya think she has to wake up really early to make her face that beautiful ?" *Fred looks up from his bacon with a confused look, ends up staring at his brother in disbelief* "It's probably just natural. She's so pretty Fred, isn't she ?" "Mate, if you don't shut up I will hit you." ~

• Okay so you're both pretty different. You're a literature girl ; books, music, writing and academic. He, however, was not. You did find out though, that he was good at potions from all of his and Fred's prank concoxions. And your potions weren't the best to put it politely. You'd obviously been harbouring a crush on him for a while, a few months after you'd started at the school precisely. How could you not, he was funny, kind, didn't cat call you, was one of the beaters for Gryffindor's quidditch team and he wasn't too bad on the eyes. He also had never pulled a prank on you which you where grateful for, but you weren't sure whether that was just because he hadn't noticed you. That's how you became friends, you'd asked him to tutor you in sixth year since your grades where dropping. Fred obviously teased him relentlessly for this because he didn't pull the first move.

• Time skip and in seventh year, after he's dropped out, he asks you on a date. Obviously you accept.

• Another time skip and you meet his family. Because Harry and Hermione are busy stopping the wizarding world from dying, you become the new source of Muggle infomation for Arthur. Obviously, George isn't too fond of your time together being interrupted by his dad whenever you're at his parents house ~ "Dad." "So the machine doesn't have a small elf in it washing the clothes ?" "No. It's just the machine's-" "Dad!" *You and Arthur look up from the couch to see George leant against a wall* "Hi son." "Hiya Georgie." *annoyed wave* "We where just talking about those muggle washing machines. Did you know-" "No I didn't . Anyways, darling how about now that we've seen mum and dad we go back to the shop ?" *Gets dragged out the door* ~

• Side note... but the pet names he would call you. THE PET NAMES. (darling, sweetheart, princess, huffles, honey)

• You end up getting on really well with Fleur, to Molly's dismay because your her favourate future daughter-in-law. You share a bit in common and she ends up taking you shopping in the village she grew up in for cute dresses. She tries to get you into french literature, which you end up giving into trying. Also France has alot of art history so you end up begging her to go on a little art tour with you. Bff vibes.

• I think you and George would just make a great couple in general. It's kinda a yin yang thing you have going on together. You balance each other out.

match up update

[seongoftheheart]

The Costa on the Corner of Royal Parade

Woosan drabble (600 words)

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Wooyoung's watch told him he had eight minutes to get back to his lecture. Wooyoung's brain told him he had eight minutes to get back to his lecture. Wooyoung's friends told him he had eight minutes to get back to his lecture (via an instagram groupchat). Wooyoung's heart told him he had forever.

The line for the Costa on the corner of Royal Parade street was always pretty lengthy whenever he walked past it. Now he was actually here, it seemed even longer. He just wanted his damn mocha, wanted it ever since his best friend Yeosang had informed him that caffienated hot chocolate did in fact exist. Honestly, whoever had invented it needed a big kiss right on the lips.

Wooyoung was at the end of a very long, very arduous and very grueling project that he had been procrastinating for months. Now the end of it was only a couple of days away, he had been cramming and drawing non-stop for it, pushing through about seven different levels of exhaustion and burn out and triggering at least fifteen separate breakdowns. It had been a stressful couple of weeks.

But now it was nearly over, and he was taking a very, very well deserved, not at all problem-avoiding break to go and try a mocha and sit up on the grassy hill of Plymouth Hoe while staring out at the sea and hopefully attracting someone with his mysterious good looks and his mysterious aura and his mysterious coffee alone. It had also been a lonely few weeks (months).

"Hey, how can I help you?" the tired but chirpy lady behind the till asked. Wooyoung woke up from his drifting thoughts and looked at the menu, as if he hadn't been rehearsing what he was going to say for the past twenty minutes.

"Hi, can I have a regular mocha please?" he prayed he was pronouncing it right.

The lady smiled. "And is that to drink in or take away?"

"Uhhh, take away, please."

"Alright, that'll be three pound eighty, please."

Wooyoung's hands shook as he searched his wallet for the coins. He was taking too long, this was so awkward, why didn't he just have the money in his hands ready-

A coin slipped from his sweaty palm and clattered to the floor, skittering a little way away. Immediately flushing bright red and stuttering an apology, Wooyoung bent swiftly, trying to locate the errant pound. Of course the worst had had to happen, he might as well just crawl into a hole and die now.

"Here you go."

Someone else had picked up Wooyoung's money, and was now offering it to him from their palm. He shot up quickly, face burning as his voice shook slightly over the multitude of apologies tumbling from his lips. He grabbed the pound and stared resolutely at the floor, bobbing his head in thanks. The stranger laughed lightly.

"Why are you apologising?" his voice was soft and quiet, with a teasing lilt of laughter to it. Wooyoung glanced up in a brief show of courage. The stranger just had to be pretty too, huh? Cute dimples, soft brown hair carefully styled with a bleached lock curving into his eyes, glasses perched on his nose. Smiling eyes. Fuck.

Wooyoung blinked and turned away quickly, back to the cashier lady who was looking at them with a strange cross of boredom and entertainment on her face. He handed over the money quickly and took his receipt, stepping to the side slightly to wait for his coffee. This only brought him closer to the pretty stranger, who was still looking at him with a smile dancing on his lips. Wooyoung studied the floor.

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kind of doxxing myself w/ this one??? anyways, i keep forgetting abt this account then coming back to it, its giving me whiplash. hi. im back. hello (´▽｀；)ゞ

this one is based on a true story, actually. im an exhausted art student, who was running horrifically late on a project, and i was out of my mind w/ stress. i did, in fact, try a mocha for the first time (it was gross and nothing like caffienated hot chocolate), and the whole interaction between woo and san actually happened between me and a maccies employee (he was cute but i never saw him again, unlike wooyoung who went and sat on the Hoe (which is a big area of tarmac, grass, and an old war memorial, all overlooking the sea), he drank his mocha and hated it, then San ran into him again and they started talking and Woo got his number and they went on some dates then became boyfriends and lived happily ever after the end).

im also gonna be crossposting my inktober art from my insta and twt over to here too, so look forward to that ig?? lots more of woosan, and seongjoong and yoonmin and changlix and more. thats all for now ig?? see u soon :>