#wc: 362

[cherrylgc]

not in legacy?

cherry's life had she never joined legacy

what if…

what would cherry have ended up as? cherry never had a passion for anything but acting, had she never found her love for acting, she’d probably continue jumping from job to job. since being kicked out of her parents’ place at eighteen, she’s had quite an amount of jobs, like waitress, working in a bookstore and convenience store, babysat, and the list goes on and on. but every job cherry took, she simply took because she needed a job, food on her plate and a roof over her head. cherry most likely would’ve never found something she loved, and would just get a bunch of different jobs.

what would cherry’s life have looked like? cherry simply would’ve jumped from job to job. as she met her girlfriend in legacy, there’s a possibility the two would’ve never met, hence cherry might never have dated someone, or it would’ve taken her a good amount of time before liking someone. cherry would’ve remained a social butterfly, would continue making friends after friends, and hanging out with the people she loved.

would they be happier, lonelier or carry regrets? cherry never finding a job she loved would’ve been hard for her, she would’ve felt useless, wondered why she wasn’t good at anything. cherry wouldn’t have been lonelier, she might have had more friends, since she wasn’t busy with practice and she had a lot of more places to meet people. cherry would however forever regret she didn’t find something she loved she could do with her whole life, and she would forever feel like she missed something in her life. 

what would she have ended up like? though cherry is generally a positive person, she would’ve ended up sad, wondered what her purpose here on earth was. she wouldn’t have as happy of a life if she didn’t join legacy, she would have regrets her whole life. her life wouldn’t have been ruined, as long as cherry has her friends she would’ve been happy. but had she never joined legacy, she wouldn’t have found out her love for acting, she wouldn’t have met her girlfriend, and possibly she wouldn’t have reconnected with her dad.

[lgcjisoo]

the reaper

mind over matter. it's not the first time he's auditioned. granted, its been quite some time since he's done the act, but it is not his first rodeo. he did only have one speaking line back then but did sing as part of an ensemble. this feels quite a bit different. but he's done his workshops, he's learned the art of improvisation and the art of swordsmanship, it was not for naught! jisoo stands still, his eyes are closed, and his back is turned.

this was supposed to be a peaceful time, he had not expected to fight today, but he turns and there is his opponent standing right there. "it seems this was inevitable." there seems to be no other option, as the stance of his opposed says enough. actions do speak louder than words. jisoo maintains his sights on the other, as he moves forward, his hand on gripped to the handle of his sword. it seems he would need it today. "i wonder if you have planned this for a long time. i promise i will make it a fight you will remember. that is... if you leave this place alive." enough talking. he leans forward and his sword is out. jisoo is ready and poised to strike, and it seems that his competitor is as well. their moves are similar, some from when they did the workshops but the staff definitely knows more than he has learned in the last few weeks. but there's a familiarity, as he tries to mimic the moves in rapid-fire. it causes jisoo's mind to implement a story that will resonate with his character on the spot. if he recognizes who the teachings would be from that have taught such moves. is it someone from his own clan? ( of course this is coincidental, merely, but it brings fire to his gut that encourages him to fight with appropriate expressions burned into his face. the emotions that scream of anger and distrust. ) the sounds of the props hitting one another continue, before the two finally break and stand defensively against one another. "do not do something you will regret. it is not too late."

[beseira]

let me join you

"when a stranger knows, my heart warms" performing: bubble by sugar time

...

seira had never been much of a drinker, it was around two years ago she became old enough to drink, but then she was an idol, she couldn’t just go out and get drunk with friends. she’d drank with her members in their dorm, not often, not much. seira’s life had been limited during being an idol, she had to be careful, she didn’t have a lot of friends, her company made a lot of decisions for her. now she had to get used to none of that being there. her fellow members had gone different directions, some were still attempting the idol way, some had left that dream behind, some were like seira, who had no idea what she wanted to do now. she wasn’t going back to japan, she’d decided so far, now she was a barista, trying to figure out life. the christmas market had given her lots of opportunities, she’d made friends when joining the market, she’d brought along some friends, it had been fun, it was nice going out of her apartment and doing something else than work.

she’d joined a bar today, alone however, she was sitting in her own thoughts, tapping her finger on her class, occasionally taking a sip, and listening to the people attempting open mic. they all sing far better than seira probably ever will, then a female approaches her, a stranger.

“excuse me, are you feliza?” her stage name, hadn’t heard that in a hot minute, the female nods, taking a sip of her drink. “i’m a sugar cube, big fan! i was going to ask if you’ll be attending the open mic today?” seira looks at the current performer, then back at the stranger, “can you sing?” seira asks, “what?” is the response, “can you sing? i’m not a good singer, but if you sing, i’ll do the rapping parts” she shows a smile. “are you suggesting we sing together?” the stranger asks, “you pick the song” seira lets the stranger now.

and before she knows it, she’s on a stage performing bubble, a song she hasn’t performed in a while then again, she hasn’t performed anything in a while.

[noelxbe]

paint this town

"time goes quicker than time"

...

when next gen ended and noel parted ways with many people, he hadn’t expected to be reconciled so soon. noel had interacted with both saea and hyejin during the show, but though all of them got a contract, they were all signed to different companies, which made noel believe that a performance together was probably far away. it wouldn’t make sense for trainees from different companies to perform together, would it? perhaps if they all debuted one day it could be some special stage, but all the possibilities of performing together again seemed to be far out in the future.

but here he was, about to perform with them all. it’s been a little while since he’s been this nervous, even after all the performances in next gen he still manages to feel nervous. at least he’s more confident in his skills now, though he’s aware he’s a while away from being the best singer or rapper, this is a song with a more difficult dance, and he’s happy to finally perform, but this time with confidence in his dancing.

they’d agreed quickly on paint the town, they all wanted a more difficult dance, and the song included good vocals, and some rap that he and saea could do. noel was pretty much equal in skill with singing and rap, but he still felt more confident in his rap. he takes a deep breath, and then it begins. 

‘get ready, are you ready for some action?’ yes.

he focuses on the song, on his fellow members, he lets them shine when it’s their turn, and he shows his improved dancing when it’s his turn. standing in the center makes him even more confident, it’s easy to tell he’s gotten better at facial expressions too. he doesn’t just focus on his dance, but his presence as well. he’s worked hard on his breath control for this performance, and he would say he does a good job both for his little rap and little singing. he missed this, being on a stage, performing. the song comes to an end far quicker than he expected, and as the end comes he gives a big smile.

[party-pri3st]

Pandreo hadn't been able to spend much time in the greenhouse - or the monastery in general, really - before it was reduced to rubble. Somehow that had been the sight that made his emotions spike, the most tangible evidence of lost radiance and life.

He'd felt so helpless during the fall; he could heal minor wounds, listen to people's troubles, but he was in no shape to fight such a towering threat. Not amongst mostly strangers. Now that the danger has passed, and the sun has risen on an era of rebuilding, every able hand is needed. His own feel so small.

He's always been too frail for prolonged manual labor, but after several days, the worst of the debris has been cleared from the greenhouse. Crushed and starved plants have been dug from the re-tilled soil, and the walkway is littered with tools, bags of seeds. Flower sprouts in little pots, ready to grow into their new home. In this way, at least, Pandreo can get his hands dirty without too much fallout. He wonders, as he digs neat little holes in the plot, transplanting what he thinks are tomatoes - being a desert dweller, he never really gardened much - if there are spells for scenarios just like this. If magic can stitch wounds and reconstitute matter…can they quicken the growth of plants? Any time that the monastery can save in getting back on its proverbial feet would be crucial. Pandreo is lost in thought for several more rows before he sits back in his haunches, wiping sweat from his brow. There aren't many people here - the strongest students and faculty are dealing with more pressing cleanup jobs - but there's a young redheaded boy with his back turned, tendrils of light dancing from his fingertips. It's unmistakably magic, Pandreo thinks. He's starved for a little social interaction, and also thirsty, so he stands on wobbly knees and approaches the boy. He's got a spare flask of water, so he hands it over as an offering. "Hey there," he greets, noticing the wrinkle of frustration on the kid's face. "Looks like we could both use a little breather. I'm Pandreo. You're a mage, too?"

@optimismxmagicism

fledgling oath

Mission Task Board: Restoration [Gauntlets +1]

[lgcminki]

PRACTICE SESSION ! minki practices back down

there's a lot riding on this, no matter how minki tries to spin it.

it's a lot, being entrusted with certain positions. he can't understand it—minki, being the main person in the dance line? furthermore, he's in the choreography team too? just a few months ago, minki was debating whether he should allow himself to walk forward in this idol path; his dream that he thought he couldn't and shouldn't continue to have. it wouldn't feel fair, to his late friend. but here he is now, entrusted with a lot of things and all he can do is continue to do his best, no matter what.

because now, he isn't just carrying his own dream—on his shoulders are his group member's dreams too, their aspirations and wishes for the future. they're a team, and minki has every intention of making sure that every single person can reach their goals. to do that, minki has to work on himself too, make certain that he wouldn't be an obstacle in the cogs of the group.

the truth is, the future is as uncertain as can be, but he wants to make it work.

practicing the choreography of back down day in and day out, making sure that when he sings his vocals wouldn't be unstable so he can give a heart-pumping and energetic live performance. that's what he should work on after all—his performance skills, even if he has his technical skills of dancing and singing down he shouldn't neglect the performance aspects of it all.

so that's what he does, practicing and practicing his facial expressions over and over in the mirror, knowing that he has to be a spectacle to watch, along with the rest of the group. back down is a song that requires a lot of—for a lack of better word—swag, after all. minki knows that much, and he has every intention of polishing that in his dance moves and the way he says his lines.

no take backs, he has to do his utmost best. never back down. a show of confidence, it's about time that minki shows that he does deserve to be here too.

[honeyssilk]

HANDSOME FIREFIGHTER

spending time with firefighter!rafe during his lunch during his break contents: established relationship (they're married), fluff, rafe's in his 30's, reader in her mid 20s, soft rafe >-< wc: 362

it's one of those spring days that came with warmth accompanied by a periodical cooling breeze, before the incoming sweltering heat of the summer.

it's lunchtime when you arrive at the fire station. you enter the brick building with an insulated lunch bag over your shoulder, immediately being greeted by your husband's coworkers as you make your way to his office.

by no means did rafe hide you from his colleagues. he always proudly mentions you in conversations. his small office contained framed pictures of you on both his desk and the walls.

you leave three knocks on the wooden nameplate door that reads “captain rafe cameron", before opening the door and peeking your head through the crack.

"thought i told y'all to─" rafe begins as he looks up from the stack of papers in front of him. his regularly hardened eyes soften as you saunter into his office.

"i thought you could use something to eat, considering you haven't been home in over seventy-two hours," you say, showing him the lunch bag.

"i was about to get somethin' from the vending machine 'til you came. thank you, baby," you smile at his words, glad to help out your husband.

"c'mere, sit and lemme see what you packed f'me," he rolls his desk chair from behind his desk, signaling for you to sit in his lap.

you and rafe contentedly enjoy the rest of his lunch. your head resting in the crook of his neck as your legs drape over his lap.

he feeds you half of his lunch regardless of your protests. the two of you go back and forth, catching up on the days you spent apart.

after his lunch break ends, rafe reluctantly walks you out of his office. his palm resting comfortably on the small of your back as he guides you out of the station.

the rookie firefighters watch in awe as they see their toughened captain in a different light. admiring how delicate he is with you compared to when he's overseeing. how he looks at you so tenderly before placing a kiss to the top of your head. how utterly smitten he is with you.

a/n: just something quick to begin writing here! i hope u enjoy <3

[ottocre]

˚✶ * the old ball and chain w/ iwaizumi

m.list / wc: 362

    “-my wife, well she picked out my tie to match her dress, but honestly i wouldn’t let her pick out much else besides kitchen tiles if you know what i mean,” an older man, one of the investors or higher ups, sloshes around a glass of whiskey, slicked back hair showing his age. 

  iwaizumi furrows his eyebrows, clenching his fists as he stands beside oikawa. he rarely attends fundraisers or events, especially when you’re unable to attend. he likes having you there, feeling your hand in his, your lips against his cheek whenever he needs your presence. however, oikawa tends to make it difficult for iwaizumi to say no, especially when he offers to fly the both of you down to argentina.

  “actually i don’t,” he steps forward, hands on his hips. his lips are downturned at the corners, teeth clenched together.

  the older man tilts his head, swallowing hard, adam’s apple bobbing up and down. raising his eyebrows, he lets out a nervous laugh. “you know? ‘the old ball and chain’? surely with that toy thing in your pocket, you understand how needy wives and children are,” he waves his hand dismissively, a cocky smile gracing his face.

  oikawa looks over at iwaizumi, biting his lip as he takes a step back. he knows that he would never joke about you, let alone let anyone else have such a chance. “my partner is nothing of the sort, and i actually asked her to put it there so she could be close to me. so, call them the old ball and chain once more and you’ll enjoy a balled up fist to your face,” iwaizumi steps towards him, suit jacket tightening around his arms.

  “no need to be so uptight!” watching the man walk away, oikawa looks over at iwaizumi, a smile growing on his face. 

  iwaizumi looks over at oikawa, spotting the smirk that’s growing on his face. “a word of this to n/n and you’re dead,” he waves his hand, walking off towards the buffet filled with small appetizers. 

  “what? don’t want her knowing you’re absolutely whipped? cause i think she knows after how bad you cried at your wedding-”

gen taglist: @nnnyxie @sippn-the-tae @ayatakanosstuff @silkloom @megapteraurelia @dazqa @lale-txt @solzscribblez @bluemailhiot @hyunteru @kameyyy

[sumiieon]

ノ Imagine an in another life scenario where our beloved heroes do not have to suffer the fate they're destined to end with. ⸝⸝ gn reader ⸝⸝ implied marriage at mydei's part ⸝⸝ not proofread ⸝⸝ i didn't include anaxa and the late rest because i don't have enough grasp on them yet ⸝⸝ wc: 362

Imagine a life where PHAINON does not have to lose his beloved village and the people he harbors so much love for. A life where Phainon isn't destined to be alone in the very end of the world his eyes once gazed with so much love at. A life where Phainon could just carefreely lay in a vast field of flowers stargazing with you, knowing you are the light that completed his life. Imagine a life where AGLAEA does not have to lose her humanity within the burden of duties a Mnestia's heir must bear. A life where living the life as a mortal is totally okay, where each mistake won't be accompanied by the gut wrenching feeling of guilt and failure. A life where she's content just by weaving the golden threads by your side while listening to the joyous giggling of the children playing around the Holy City (I hate the Council of Elder) Imagine a life where MYDEI does not have to witness his father bewitched by a prophecy, his mother slaughtered in front of his eyes, and he could indulge in the life of one free from Strife and its duties. One where he wouldn't worry about his people's seemingly-unhealthy obsession of yearning for death's embrace in the battlefield they label as 'home', one where immortality is now a blessing for he who will always come home to your arms. One where he would press his lips against your knuckles, without the worry that white wouldn't suit you with his parents' blessings by his side. Imagine a life where CASTORICE does not suffer the fate of being death's servant. A life where she isn't deprived of her other half, a life where she could express the cherish she felt for all sorts of living beauty by her side. A life where she could arrange some flowers, watch the fluttering butterflies wave at her with their wings and admire the beauty they radiate, knowing she's also lucky enough to be blessed with the embodiment of a living and walking beauty known as her lover, as the only sweet embrace she'll receive does not belong to death but your arms.

© fleuriion ― please refrain from ; plagiarizing, ai usage, repost without credits ― positive interactions are always welcome!

[4linos]

stray kids as dads

synopsis: simply how hyung line would be as dads & things they’d do (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

wc: 362

girl!dad bang chan

encourage creativity he’d foster his daughters musical talents, perhaps having jam sessions or music lessons at home.

supportive conversations always available to listen, offering advice and support during tough times, ensuring she feels heard.

teaching values instilling important life lessons about kindness, respect, and perseverance through both words and actions.

celebrating achievements always cheering for his kids’ accomplishments, no matter how big or small.

being a role model demonstrating hard work and dedication in his career, inspiring his children to pursue their dreams.

boy!dad lee know

teaching dance sharing his passion for dance, he’d encourage his son to express himself through movement.

creative projects involving his son in creative hobbies, like drawing or crafting, to foster his artistic skills.

cooking together he’d enjoy cooking meals with his son, sharing recipes, and making it a bonding experience.

being present always making time for his son, attending his events and being an active participant in their lives.

fostering Independence teaching him valuable life skills while allowing him to learn and grow on his own.

girl!dad changbin

encourage ambition he’d support his daughter in pursuing their goals, instilling a strong work ethic and resilience.

active lifestyle promoting fitness through outdoor activities, sports, or family workouts. Signing his daughter up for several activities she might be interested in.

mentorship guiding her through challenges, offering advice, and sharing his own experiences to help her navigate life.

being playful using his playful side to create fun and memorable experiences, from silly games to spontaneous outings.

leading by example demonstrating kindness, empathy, and responsibility, serving as a role model for his daughter.

boy!dad hyunjin

artistic influences regularly introducing his son to various art forms, like visiting galleries or attending performances, to broaden his horizons.

compassionate leadership teaching his son the value of empathy and kindness through his own actions and community involvement.

balancing discipline and fun setting boundaries while also knowing how to relax and have fun, ensuring a balanced upbringing.

family activities organizing fun outings, like trips to amusement parks or nature hikes, to create lasting memories.

creating traditions establishing family traditions for holidays or special occasions to strengthen family bonds.

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something new once again 🤔 personally i enjoy reading dad!skz so i hope nobody minds this..

asks are open if you have a question, concern or request!

-🎀

[onriyuview]

onriyu's favorite sex positions

genre: smut, 18+ mdni

wc: 362

summary: nsfw links of what i think are onriyu's favorite sex positions with small explanations/expansions of these positions, and mentions of other positions i think they'd favor too.

cw: nsfw links that include unprotected pinv sex (wrap it up pls), pulling out in sion’s link. positions shown: prone bone, reverse cowgirl, and spooning. other positions mentioned: mating press, aquarius, lotus, moonlight, missionary, bow. sion: size kink, cervix kissing. riku: ass slapping, slight assplay, hair pulling. yushi: groping, mentions of dirty talk.

a/n: more onriyu requested here! this is my first time trying to include nsfw links with my writing so i hope you guys like the added visuals hehe… also, i used sexpositions.club to refer to the names of the other positions mentioned. open at your own risk.

༘⋆ sion: prone bone

as a true soft dom, sion loves having power over you in bed. seeing how small you look under him in this position, the way he towers over you and locks your legs with his own makes him even more eager to fuck you. when his legs start to fall asleep from kneeling above you, he can lay himself across your back, the new angle making it so easy for the tip of his cock to kiss your cervix every time he buries himself in all the way. loves letting out grunts in your ear and kissing and nipping at your shoulders to ground himself. honorable mentions: mating press, aquarius

༘⋆ riku: reverse cowgirl

riku loves looking at not only your ass but the way your pussy wraps around his cock in reverse cowgirl. he absolutely adores when you offer to get on top of him and do all the work, especially on nights where he’s so desperate to just feel you around him. this position is perfect for his hands to grab at your hips and waist and guide you, land some smacks on your ass, or even press his thumb against your puckered hole. if he gets too impatient at the pace you’re setting, he can hold your hips down and thrust into you himself; he might even grab at your hair to gain a little more control again as he starts to take over. honorable mentions: lotus, moonlight

༘⋆ yushi: spooning

yushi loves the intimacy of fucking you while spooning, his hands able to wander anywhere he wants— to wrap around your neck, grab at your tits, or snake down and rub at your clit. if he wants to get even deeper, he can lift your leg and fill you up all the way with his length. it’s easy for him to whisper sweet nothings or the dirtiest string of words he can think of in your ear, too. loves letting you hear his moans as well, and he knows they affect you because he can feel the way you clench around him every time he lets out a sound of pleasure. honorable mentions: missionary, bow

a/n: happy 2025! thank you for all the love on my blog in 2024. i never thought i'd start writing smut let alone receive so many positive reactions from it. here's to another great year of smutty writing!

tags: @rikupid @be-my-sunrise ♡

[farfromstrange]

Happy birthday again! I’d also love if you could make a bouquet of peonies with daisies and daisies for days! Just because our boy deserves a little love. If a prompt is desired, perhaps…. When Matt Murdock gets flustered? Or something that startles him and makes him give a little “yip!” sound (bonus points if it’s in the suit!)

AHH, I love this one! I decided to go with the first prompt. I hope he's flustered enough for you ;)

Pretty Boy

Event Masterlist | Matt Murdock Masterlist

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Request: A bouquet of... peonies and daisies.

Warnings: Fluff

WC: 362

There is something enticing about watching Matt get dressed—the way the red leather stretches over his back, or the way he ties his shoes. The neon light streaming in through the bedroom window casts a glow over his face, and you swear you have never seen anything quite as beautiful.

You instinctively reach out to fix his zipper. “Here, let me,” your voice is barely above a whispr.

You take a step forward to bridge the gap between you, and Matt just… stops. You’re close enough for him to smell the remnants of his soap on your skin, the cologne on his dress shirt that’s now hugging your body. 

“You’re so pretty,” you blurt out. 

For the first time in his life, Matt is speechless—the kind of speechless that feels like your hard drive has been wiped clean. All of his blood volume rushes to his cheeks, and he stutters, “What?”

Your lips curl into the softest smile. “You’re pretty,” you repeat. “I like looking at you.”

A whine grows in the back of his throat, but he manages to swallow it. 

He wants to give a snarky remark, or perhaps smirk and pretend this doesn’t affect him, but all that comes out when he attempts to open his mouth again is a breathless, “Oh.”

It’s not often Matt Murdock gets flustered, so when he does, you can’t help but soak it up. The blush on his cheeks, the little smile he’s trying to hide, the nervous chuckle that passes through his lips—they’re all worth it. 

“You can’t just say that when I’m trying to leave,” he says.

You shrug. “And yet I did.”

“Shut up,” but the words are accompanied by a chuckle, and his lips find yours. 

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you bring yourself impossibly closer to him. “Be careful out there,” you murmur. “I still need you.”

He gives you a soft smile in return. “You know I’ll always come back to you.”

Letting him go is the hardest part, but at the end of the day, he always keeps his promises like an unbreakable oath, and he will come back home to you, even if he has to crawl.

[levisfootstool]

Reiner X Reader

TW : none its fluffff <3

WC : 362

The moment Reiner realizes he loves you, has him questioning everything he knows. You see there was no 'A-ha' moment. 

No moment where it seemed the light had been off and finally turned on with you basking in the rays. No one moment where his heart seized up and skipped a heat at the sight of you. No moment where he felt like cupid shot him with his golden arrow. It wasn't in the day dreams of you, or the way he would say your name with his last name just the see how it would sound.

It wasn't like what he now calls his childish crush he had on Historia. It wasn't the small flutters in his stomach. There was no moment where the world went from back and grey to full on color. No moment of slight touches and longing looks into each others eyes that had his brain screaming you were the one. 

No, the moment Reiner realizes he loves you, memories of the most mundane moments come rushing back. The moment Reiner realizes he loves you he feel...

..at peace..

Its in the peace you bring his life. The moments with you calming his clouded mind, bringing a sense of ease with you to his life. Its in the way you laugh at his not so funny dry jokes, just to please him. Its in the way your smile lights up your face when you see him. A smile he has noticed you only give him. 

He realizes he loves you the moment he comes to the realization you'r to good for him and would be better off with out him. The moment he tries to break it to you, that you shouldn't be together. The way the tears welled up in your eyes. Not from the thought of not being with him. But the pain you said it caused you that he thought so lowly of himself. The way you said he didn't get to make the decision for you. He realizes in the moments his soul feels at home with yours. 

No there is no 'A-ha' moment like he was told. Reiner realizes he has love you all along

[heaven4lostgirls]

prompt: keep ✧ @moonkillermicrofic ✧ wc: 362

remus discards one of his older sweaters into the ‘donate’ pile that has been slowly growing throughout their cleaning escapades.

barty lets out a huff from the side, side eyeing remus before snatching the sweater out of the pile.

“bee.” remus sighs, arms crossed and barty glares back, petulant.

“i’m keeping it!” barty states, clenching his fists around the sweater as if afraid remus will tug it out of his hands.

“you’ve kept the last four sweaters i’ve tried to give away.” remus states with a raised brow.

barty only glares harder, “it’s your own fault for wanting to give away my favorite ones!” he exclaims and remus bites back a smile.

“i don’t think i’ve seen you use that sweater in the last year.” remus points out and barty bares his teeth at remus like a feral cat.

remus snorts, barty scowls.

“you can’t take it.” barty decides and remus throws his hands up in exasperation.

“there’s a hole in it!” remus exclaims pointing to the spot where the worn threads seem to give way to a gaping hole on one of the arms.

barty’s eyes widen before quickly lifting the sweater and making a mournful sound as he examines the hole.

“my sweater.” he whines dramatically and remus groans, tilting his head back.

“something to say lupin?” barty hisses, eyes drawn back to remus form and remus sighs, resigning himself to see this through.

“you can keep 3 sweaters out of all of the ones i want to donate”

“7.” barty is quick to bite out.

“1.”

“3.” barty concedes quickly, sniffling as though remus has just told him he has a terminal illness.

he makes a big show of folding the threadbare sweater and placing it back into the pile of clothes.

remus picks up an old navy blue sweater that doesn’t quite fit right anymore and turns to throw it into the donate pile.

barty squawks indignantly, leaping across the room and tugging to sweater into his chest.

“mine!” he hisses, looking ready to scratch out remus’ eyes.

remus sighs, shaking his head and walking out of the room, he’ll do the rest tomorrow when barty’s at work.

[urauntiefaye]

After reading the juju size difference post(bomb btw😭) had a thought,what about other members???? Like fuma would be high on it��.

Fuma with Short S/O🌸🔞

WC: 362 

TW: Short reader, size kink, chokeholds, sfw part and nsfw part, that should be all let me know if I forgot anything. 

Album: It Girl-Jason Derulo, 

A/N: UGH love Fuma, as a short person I love writing short gf x &Team, also adding songs that I listen to while writing. Also I do think maybe Taki, Maki, annnd maybe Kei would have size kinks too and would love a short s/o

I feel like Fuma would be so different from Euijoo if you’re shorter than him. It’s already established Euijoo would most likely tease and bully you. But I see Fuma getting even more protective over you if you’re short than him. Fuma already gives off those protective boyfriend/husband vibes. But it gets worse if you’re short. Not to mention I also think Fuma would fumble so fucking hard if you’re short. 

For more SFW: Fuma with a short s/o would be so cute. He would love to lift you, help grab things for you. Mans will carry all the groceries and if you were to ask to help he would just give you his hand to hold. He will cuddle the fuck out of you. Whenever he sees you he can’t help but hold you. He’ll give you a gently loving smile, as he slowly and gently traces his fingers against your arms that sends shivers through your body. Making his way to your hips as he pulls you in, his eyes never leaving yours. Lowering his head and bending slightly just so he can capture your lips in the most loving kiss. He’s giving you so much princess treatment it’s not even funny. Like he normally gives his partner princess/queen like treatment. But you being short and adorable all you have to do is bat your eyelashes and pout and suddenly all negative feelings are gone. 

For NSFW: LOOOOOOVES manhandling you, he’s strong and wants to show you just how strong he is. He’s picking you up, and switching the position every five minutes just to bend you in ways you’ve never known you could. He just loves how easy it is to manipulate your body and fuck you whenever and however he can. Mans making you bounce on his cock. He’s also putting you in a choke hold, he gets so turned on at just the thought of him using his massive biceps against you. So the sight of taking you from behind, having you in a choke hold as he fucks you infront of the body mirror, watching how you cry and moan from the pleasure. 

[www-jungwon]

in which jay can’t decorate the christmas tree for the life of him, and says you only keep him around to hang the star ୨୧

tw. reader is shorter than jay, jay has a hickey wc. 362

“jay, no!” you desperately claw at the white ornament, its high placement making it impossible for you to reach.

jay squints down at you in an exasperated sort of way, but reaches back up to take off the snowman he just hung on the christmas tree branch.

“it’s not supposed to go there! you have to put all the snowmen spread out.” you point a ‘see?’ finger at the snowman on the next branch over.

he rolls his eyes. “if you don’t want my help, i can just-”

“no, i do!”

“to put ones up on branches you can’t reach, yeah,” he scoffs.

“no, i promise i-”

“you’ve taken down every ornament i’ve tried to put up.” he kicks at the box full of ornaments he’s set down, only authorized to be re-put up by you. 

“well, that’s because you put them all up wrong!”

“that’s because you have too many rules.”

“well, they’re intuitive! plus, that’s like twenty, you must have learned them all by now.”

“that’s what i thought! at five. and ten. and fifteen.”

“well, i promise there are only twenty.”

“you promise?”

you cross your fingers behind your back. “promise.”

“hey, i saw that!”

“ok, ok, fine.” you put your hands in front. “i promise, i only have twenty rules.”

he reaches down into the box to grab another ornament, watching you carefully like a bunny watches a person through a glass window, ready to jump away at any second.

“what? i don’t bite.”

jay raises his eyebrows, pointing to a hickey on the side of his neck and you slap his hand down.

“shut up!”

he grins, finally hanging the star-shaped decoration on the branch.

your heart sinks, and your hand fidgets at your side.

he raises his eyebrows, laughing at you. “how does it look?”

you grit your teeth. “great.”

he laughs again, spinning you into a hug with your back to him.

“what about this?” he reaches around your shoulder, calmly unhooking the star and putting it in the yn-puts-up box as he talks. “i stand here, and when you want me to put something on a higher branch, you tell me where.”

“but i-”

“twenty-one.”

“sounds perfect.”

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