#which. same buddy. honestly i love legs <3

[markpakinarchive]

GHOST HOST GHOST HOUSE (2022)

[amaryscita]

Slut me out

So have y’all noticed how Miguel’s theme song sounds so close to Slut me out by Nle? Hehehe

Miguel x Reader smut (i honestly don’t know what I’m doing)

Slut me out-Nle Choppa

(Btw this is my first nsfw & minors dni Ty<3)

(Ps: i Listened to slut me out like 10 times help)

“Rip off my shirt if you love me”

You and Miguel decided to have a quickie in his office since you both were so pent up so he ripped off your shirt as he disable his suit, He pushed you onto the desk and got on top of you starting to suck your nipples “A-Ah~ Miguel por favor mi amor..” You said in a whiney tone “Sé paciente, muñeca” Miguel mumbled while attacking your nipple, leaving hickeys all around your chest <3

Spit in my face when you fuck me

You and Miguel were arguing which turned into hate sex “Eres una puta de mierda” Miguel said which made you spit in his face, that just made him angrier which made him pound into you harder. Legs wrapped around his waist scratch marks on his back. <3

Play with my gooch, while you suck me (rich guy Miguel au)

You were Miguel’s assistant and of course you both fell inlove which is how you landed here, on your knees messing with Miguel’s Gucci belt as you suck him off, “good girl.. you listen to me so well.” Miguel said as he pulled your hair into a ponytail as you looked up at him, your glossy pretty eyes. <3

Eat the dick like you was ugly

You were feeling insecure about how many girls gave Miguel attention so you decided to give him the best head ever, you tied him up so he couldn’t stop you once he finished cumming. His body was shakey “Ba- Ah~ baby.. enough I-i just finished…” <3

(I’m skipping ‘Where your friend? Bring your buddy I don't think that you enoughie.’ Idk if Miguel likes threesomes😇)

Her favorite thing to say is, "Cuff me"

You and Miguel’s sexy time was kinky sometimes, and Miguel liked seeing you cuffed and in restraints it turns him on, “You look so pretty like that doll, all cuffed for me” “Please Miguel.. touch me…” <3

Slut-Slut-Slut me out

Miguel had you in different positions hitting you in every right spot as you’d be either gripping the sheets or gripping his shoulder, he’s made you cum 5 times now and he’s aiming for five more “C’mon pretty, take it for me.” Your legs were shaking and the sheets were soaked but oh you looked so sexy like that, ass red from spanking during doggy style, bite marks on your shoulders from missionary it was a long night <3

(I kinda skipped the repeating 😇)

Big dick energy, I give it

Si, Miguel does give big dick energy cus this man has an 10.8 inch defeater, so good luck 😬😬

Don't believe me, then come feel it. Gon' put this here in your kidney, please

He’s definitely in that kidney, he think it’s cute when he sees your tummy bulge <3

Suck my balls, come chickpea me

He likes his balls sucked 100% i mean yeah it feels good “mm.. yeah.. just like that.. a-ah~ amor..” <3

Fuck you anywhere, I'm that type guy

Public sex is a go, as long as you can keep quiet of course, i don’t blame you if you can’t that man is Woo! <3

What position do I like? All of 'em, baby

He loves you already but you being flexible is a pro, he loves putting you in different positions seeing the way you bend and stuff yah know just trying shit out <3

Put it on camera, masturbate to it later

Definitely records you sex sessions so when you’re away he has jerk off material, Like once!! You were at your parents house without him and poor boy was so horny :( so he went into his private files and had a video of you saved while he’s pounding you from behind 💕 <3

Ever sucked a vegan spider dick? Baby, come taste me

You never thought you’d have sex with someone like him let alone suck his dick but there’s always new experiences all around :D! <3

Don't cum quick, I control my bladder

You’re lying if you tell me this man doesn’t have stamina, this MAN can go HOUUUURRSSSS (well not hours) but he’ll definitely edge you so you both can cum at the same time “C’mon baby.. hold out a little bit more for me?” “M-Miguel.. I-i can’t..”

Dick real big, come climb my ladder

Better bring some rope (iykyk)

Fat coochies, little coochies, all coochies matter

He doesn’t care, he loves you for you (I don’t think talking about coochie is the best explanation buttttt)

Ass real fat, I can make it get fatter

He likes to do doggy style so he can see ur ass clap from behind

Wanna see a magic trick? Bend over backwards

You were cooking and Miguel thought it’d be funny to bend you over backwards and grind against your ass

IM FINALLY DONEZ and yes I’m skipping repeating!! Enjoy

[emjayart]

Love Between Fairy and Devil

i know this Drama was aired back in 2022, but one thing about me is that i'd rather wait until the drama is completely aired than to wait in agony for the next episode to come and translated (that thing is no joke); i've done watching this show last month and boy was i cursed after this, i saw the cover and title on Netflix and i was like "eeehhh probably just a typical Cdrama, nothing special about it" but then i started to have doubts about my own judgement and decided to watch. oh boy i was wrong.

First, let me give my respect to the screen writers who spent 3 YEARS in writing the scripts, their efforts and hard work paid nicely <3, so does for all the visual effects team, choreograph team, etc for bringing this drama came to life so beautifully.

You can smell the strong chemistry between two leads. great casts!! standing ovation for Wang He Di for his performance!!!

ever since i started to fell in love with Cdrama i have never saw "what great power looks like" you know what i mean? like Ye Hua in TMOPB he was considered the brightest and all that, but the show did not give me any chance to actually witness his power at it's peak, same case with my beloved Hanguan Jun (though i still love him), Wei Ying (almost at a peak if it's not for him to deal with the power biting his butt back).

DongFang QingCang (dfqc) showed up with style, arrogance, domineering, invincible, confidence, that air that makes everybody even the heavenly emperor tucked their tails between their legs when he arrived at that Waterfall Hall to safe xiao lanhua, he summoned lightning and darken the sky, his voice like thunder; even when he was fighting with ChangHeng and his buddy Rong Hao. that HELLFIRE is hella sexy!! I NEVER BEEN THAT HYPED when i see a villain is about to destroy, the music, the visual effect, choreograph for DFQC is superb!! one swing of that man sends ChangHeng the God of War got beaten up like a dough, he was left unscathed, no drop of blood, stand so proudly in front of his opponents, WORTHY OF HIS TITLE, RESPECT AND FEARED. "the only person who can defeat DongFang QingCang is himself" he can easily kill xiao lanhua, but he didn't, yet he opened to the new experience.

i want to talk a lot about this complex character and his development throughout the journey which thumbs up to the Production House to be able to put his whole development as a character fantastically though i hate why you guys left us like that for the last 6 episodes, you can you that 4 more episodes to give us more!!

the are soooooo many scenes that i love, so many comedy in this drama, body swap, but the peak of the comedy is in Human Realm, when ChangHeng & DongFang QingCang became sworn brothers lmao, when DongFang QingCang crawled through dog hole (I'm dead) and so much much.

but the one that hit me the most is when DongFang QingCang mourned for xiao LanHua, guys let me tell you, i watch that episode around 10 pm and watch i think one more episode before i decided i can't take it anymore, i was bawling for hours i'm not even kidding, the fact the DongFang QingCang can't accept her death so he would rather stay in his dream if it means to be with her broke me into pieces. no Cdrama has ever done that to me, not even Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms (sorry Ye Hua and Bai Qian), i had that emotional breakdown for almost a week, i lost control over my emotional because of this show lol that i'm afraid to go out fearing i would have a breakdown in public. the effect are too strong on my emotions.

this drama is 11 out of 10!

as i said before, the only downside of the drama is how they did the story for the last 2 or 3 episode, too rushed, i wanted to see Goddess Xi Yun's devotion on nurturing DongFang QingCang's crescent moon spirit! i was so frustrated on how they end things, i want Season 2 of this drama mainly because i wanna see how great GLAZED FIRE is and i want to see that stupid heavenly emperor put to justice because honestly he does not deserved the crown!!!! never.

let's discuss in the comment on what you like and dislike and if i miss-mention something :)

[sullustangin]

Fluffy February Day 17: Blessed

Fandom: Swtor

Pairing:  Gen fic

Time: Sometime After Hoth, late Chapter 2 stretching to early Chapter 3 of the Smuggler Story

Word Count: ~1000

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A/N:  A little late due to festivities but done!  Also, I did not anticipate having so much fun writing these two

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“Have you found the box?”

“Which one?”

“The one Eva told us to look for.”

“Uh….”

“It can’t be that hard, Corso.  And they call me lazy.”

“Every blessed thing in this gol’dinged cargo bay is in a box, because it’s EVA.”   Corso stuck his head out into the hallway to scowl at Guss. “And speaking of her tellin’ us to look at it, you need to get your gills back here and help.”  

The Mon Calamari rolled his eyes at Corso, but Corso knew it wasn’t the same body lingo a human had.  Didn’t mean nothing by it.  “Fiiiiiine.”

Ok, maybe he did, in this case.

As the two of them shifted through the boxes in the cargo by of Virtue’s Thief, Corso got around to thinking.  “Guss, I been wonderin’.  Mon Cal don’t normally… well, most of them ain’t like you.”

“Yeah, most of them are pretty stiff.  Hard-working. Very law-abiding.  Stubborn – never know when to run from a fight. Which, to me, isn’t good.  Not being dead is better,” Guss replied, pawing through the pile of boxes, turning them to check their labels.  “Most of them would get along with the Wookiee.”

“Bowie?  Hell, yeah.  Who doesn’t love that guy?” Corso activated a second set of lights along the underside of the bulkhead to get a better look at some boxes that were shuffled away in the corner.  

“Mmmm.  He’s the Killer of Kashyyyk.”

“Ain’t gonna kill us. Ain’t got a cause.  Unless you give him one.”

“See, this is what I don’t like.  The possibility.”  

Corso braced his foot against the top of a crate.  “Now, most of us on this ship don’t actively think about what we could do to piss off a Wookiee.  Like you said, most Mon Cal would get along great with him.  So…”  Corso waved his hands in Guss’s direction.  “What happened to you?”

“Well, the Force thing doesn’t help.  You perceive more, you get more scared.  The galaxy has an extra layer of weird on top of it when you can feel it like I do…and then can’t do anything about it,” Guss answered.  “You don’t see it all like I do.”

Corso hadn’t thought of that.  “Anyone else in your family like you?”

“Jedi or kicked out?” Guss said flippantly, then hand clamped over his mouth.  “Whooops.”

“Uh, I meant Jedi, but I’m thinkin’ the other one is the better story,” Corso replied honestly as he sat himself down.  Eva’s crate could wait a few more minutes.

“Ehhhh.”  Guss dithered.  “Well, I might as well say it.  I’m a thief.  I stole from my own family. I’m on the outs.”

Corso felt his eyebrows climb up his forehead.  “Well, that would do it.  But why?”

“I’m like… one of eighteen kids.  Or thirteen – it depends on how you count the hatching that year.”

Corso blinked.  Well, Mon Cal were amphibioids, and the froggies back on Ord Mantell always had a bunch of tadpoles all at once…so he guessed that checked out.

Guss continued, “Anyway, you’re never alone, but you never get any attention.  I… wanted someone to notice me.  And it wasn’t always in a good way.”  Guss shrugged.  “I finally crossed a line.  That’s when I decided to try the Jedi – or they found me or however the Force worked that one.”

Man, Guss was strange. But he had reasons.  

“You feel like we see you here?” Corso had to ask.  

Guss tilted his head. “Yeah.  Not always for good things – like Akaavi and the fact I’m torn between survival and wanting her to crush me like a bug.”

“I did not need to hear that, buddy.”

“ --- but most of the time, yeah, I do, and it’s for good stuff.  Like making Cap laugh.”  

Corso had to smile at that. Guss was good at that, both when he did it by accident and on purpose.

“…is it all right that I call her ‘Cap?’  Or is that your proprietary nickname?” Guss swiveled an eye toward him, checking if he’d caused offense.   “Bowdaar said he’d break my legs if I called her ‘Little Girl.’”

“Nah, Cap is good.  I think it helps her remember… we ain’t a professional organization like Risha and Akaavi want us to be.”  Corso looked at the crate directly across from where he sat. “Goddamn.  It’s there in front of me.”  

As he reached for the crate, Guss nodded.  “They even trademarked Very Awful Things and registered as a limited liability company.  I mean, I like credits, but hoooo boy, some of the stuff they get up to.”  Then Guss finally got the hint to help Corso with the crate.

As they hauled it to the threshold of the cargo bay, Corso said, “Yep.  Cap’s walkin’ a line right now.  She ain’t small-time anymore after finding Nok Drayen’s treasure.  But … I dunno if she actually wants to … be the next Nok Drayen.”  

“Especially since we probably would be equivalent to lieutenants, and he had a habit of killing those.”   Guss raised his chin slightly, and the two men steered the crate down the hallway to the engine room where Eva and Risha were working.  

“Finally.”

As the boys went to the galley to get a drink, Guss said, “It’s like I said to Cap.  I’ve seen Sith out there – as much as I don’t fit in with the Jedi, I definitely don’t want to be them.  I think it’s the same way for her.  I don’t think she really wants to be the big fish.  But… you gotta swim or else you get eaten.”

Corso knew that.  He’d been a merc, known smugs before Eva came along.

But he’d never cared about them like he did her.

Corso filled two glasses of water at the sink and offered one to Guss. “To Cap.”

“To Cap.”   They toasted their favorite gal on the ship.

Corso decided that Guss was going to work out on Virtue’s Thief. 

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@fluffyfebruary  @starlightcleric @ayresis @bluephoenix1347 @ermingarden

[onyourhyuck]

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚. | 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐨.| (M) | PT 13.

synopsis; park areum is a small journalist who gets mistaken for a sex worker one day. she gets kidnapped and then given to lee jeno, an infamous mafia for creating war and havoc.

warnings; lower caps intended!!, this is part 13/20, action, fighting scenes, short love triangle, mafia romance, cursing/mature language, jeno falls in love hard, !jealous mafia jeno, enemies to lovers, smut!!, makeout scenes, gripping, degrading, praising, jeno is a bit of a dick but we been knew. park areum is a bad bitch <3.

previous part 12 link | masterlink to other parts | next part 14 link

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heavy pants echoing in the underground training base with air swishing, thuds dominating the sounds and droplets of sweat falling onto the grey concrete floor. the view of areum, wearing the grey sports bra with the same coloured shorts, hair up in a low ponytail, hands covered in small black hand gloves. she was circling the short fluffy honey haired boy, glittering skin with overflowed sweat dripping down, red small gloves wore on his clenched fists as he was circling areum back. he wore a grey long short sleeve shirt and black sweats.

areum throws a final upper jab towards haechan’s right face, the boy quickly ducking down avoiding the powerful throw. the timer brought the two intense focus out, she quickly gathers back up sighing.

“you need to stop being so predictable areum,” haechan said with serious input, the tan boy quickly taking off the red gloves as he wiped back the forehead sweat, reaching for the timer to stop its alarm ring. “i’ll work on it.” she replies as her left hand was freed from gloves, grabbing the bottle on the bench.

haechan turns to areum seeing her sip from the bottle. his eyes linger behind the girl noticing the taller male coming to them.

“hello bosssss,” hyuck sang forward with the hyperactive smile and energy going back— seriously where does he get the energy from?. once areum heard the name she automatically turns to the man wearing a white tank top, thin fabric where the outline of the abs shown.

he had the hair simply brushed, no products or style on it— it was a simple straight fluffy hair.

areum glances down to the giant arm muscles on jeno’s body, finding the way he is built to be out of this world; it was insane with the way his body actually looks like something out of manga series.

jeno noticing the way her eyes lingers on his body, hiding the ghost smirk. areum was way too obvious, jeno slightly moved out of the girl’s sight walking towards the boy instead. “pass me your gloves,” he demands. haechan in confused face hands jeno the equipment.

areum breaks out of the daze looking up to haechan and now jeno who has put the gloves on his own long fingers; she raises her eyebrows. “you’re going to train alone?” areum said, jeno gave a large smirk, replying. “nope.”

“then who’s your buddy?” areum looks about the training base finding no one but them three in the area; jeno’s eyes lit up with mischief pointing towards the girl now. “you are, get in the ring.”

areum and haechan share the same shock expression, but who was she to reject? she smirks lightly putting back on the gloves. haechan smiles finding this interesting, as he whistled with his fingers pressing to the lips.

“i shall be your referee,” haechan shouts.

the ring was pretty wide and open for the two figures to move about; areum going in a defensive stance with two arms both equally raised guarding the lower and upper body, one leg behind the other awaiting for the guy up front.

jeno made himself the offensive attacker, he had a cocky smirk which only pissed off the girl more because she felt underestimated. and jeno honestly had his doubts about areum, but he wasn’t completely discarding her abilities; she did save his life before.

in just a glimpse jeno was completely still, but he landed a straight hit towards areum’s left side. luckily she was able to block with her arm— the hit itself was quite painful to ignore. areum slowly stumbled back and jeno returns back into the original space. how did he move so quickly without areum even sensing him come forward?

the girl scoffs noticing jeno laughing a little under his breathe. “is this all you can do?” jeno asked. haechan shouts across, “areum just punch his dick and he will be finished!” the girl laughs at haechan’s comments, as haechan earned a very thin glare from jeno from the ring.

areum bends down her knees, throwing a dedicated punch to his crotch. jeno side steps dodging immediately in disbelief of the girl’s actions. “not so confident now, are you?” areum sneakily told. the man in front immediately slides on the ground sweeping aruem to land on the ground, flat. Jeno on top of her keeping the girl trapped.

their breathes touching each other as their noses poke one another, their legs tangled on the cold floor. areum feels the way jeno’s muscle contract on her body, somehow loving the way they pulse. jeno darkly looking into areum’s large doe eyes, looking up so innocently.

this was the first time in forever since their bodies were this close touching. areum’s body shifts forward position jeno to roll over where she is on top watching him from above. his lower body jolts when areum pins down jeno with his hands above his head. he was left wondering what she was about to do, their tension rose when he felt areum moving the head down to his face just inches from the trembling lips.

he felt nervous, excited and amused all in one. a curved smirk forms on the edge of the lips before she whispers. “from the way you’re looking at me i would have to guess you’re enjoying this a little too much.” she trails.

haechan in the background was crouching down with his eyes covered in the hands. his yells were silent because he was holding it in due to the massive tension he was feeling from areum and jeno.

jeno would part his lips softly trailing. “you aren’t wrong,” he then shifts to areum’s ears whispering close to her. “but i prefer you underneath me struggling a little more,” areum’s breathe hitches, “that won’t ever happen” areum replies once hearing this, jeno slowly leaning back down on the floor. she shifts to stand up, taking the gloves off.

watching the young woman from above undress the gloves off he couldn’t help but watch the way her hair flows behind areum so obediently. he sits up finally.

“let’s go haechan,” areum calls out and jeno smirks at her words. she was playing hard to get, somehow this only kept jeno even more entertained and leaning in. his eyes wander off to the tan boy who was slightly shy by this whole sight he witnessed.

haechan nervously stuttered, “Uhm yes m’am, coming!”

areum was about to go and visit haechan’s room however, something distracted her on the way. the door widely open with the many paintings set up on the wall and shelves; areum peeking in to see a taller boy standing in front of a very blank canvas on an easel.

the entire room smells of intoxicating paint, particles of chalk flying about the room, areum fully walks in now noticing the different art styles of drawing the boy has made.

from realism black and white shading to complex buildings to colourful flowers and now to animals. areum left out a small lowercase ‘whoa’, catching jaemin’s attention finally. he gave a soft grin before turning back to the white canvas.

“why are you looking at the canvas without painting?” areum softly questions the intentions, it was weird to see the man complement this hard. jaemin replies in slight frustration, “nothing is inspiring me.”

“then why don’t you just seemingly paint and come up with something on the way?” areum hums as she looks about the room some more, jaemin shakes his head at the response. “my work needs to have a meaning behind it.”

areum purse lips in a thin line now thinking what else to say to the boy to help him get inspired— walking around checking every painting in the room as jaemin was behind her standing still in front of the easel. the girl slowly picks up a smaller medium length canvas, then something really caught the corner of her eyes.

as the painting was lifted there was a much bigger canvas painting behind, seemingly was placed there to hide with intent. areum puts the smaller painting away and now reaching for the bigger canvas behind the shelves.

the canvas itself seemed old and rustic, full of dust. areum lightly blowing on the surface, the dust immediately revealing a beautiful woman realistic painted on the portrait. somehow a weird gut feeling within areum was felt.

‘why does she look familiar?’ areum weirdly thought.

“hey why don’t you draw a person?” areum said back. jaemin lifts eyebrows, “i don’t draw people.” areum glancing back to the boy in surprise. “oh then who drew this?” areum reveals to jaemin the canvas. the boy’s face fell upside down in a millisecond.

the boy in a dark blue sweater reaches for the painting off areum before he deeply sighs, “i used to draw people,” he explains. “but, not anymore” he pauses and areum was met with a glint of hidden sadness behind them, the gut told areum the painting meant something more than it actually seems.

“I see! you drew the girl super beautifully. this might be my favourite painting of yours here,” areum slightly exclaims and jaemin softly smiles ear to ear. “oh yeah? then feel free to look at it more.” he puts the painting on the free stand beside the bed. jaemin walking back to the blank canvas, back to thinking.

areum tilts her head investigating the painting some more in less obvious way so jaemin would not realise. she looks to the side met with three initials of some name.

‘K.NY…’ areum looks away, repeating the intials multiple times; this sounded familiar too. what is going on? she feels like she is experiencing some deja-vu up in here.

the radio softly blasts music, areum however was blocking out everything in her surrounding, only thing she could hear was her deep thoughts that were thinking too hard about this deja vu feeling she is experiencing. like who the hell is K.NY and who was the girl on the painting?

areum groans pulling up the notes, hoping this would help. haechan in the background stretches out the chip packet in boredom, as he then pours the little crumbs in his mouth in one go. “i need to find the answer,” areum mumbled to herself and haechan glances up to the girl with slight annoyance in his eyes.

“why are you always in my room, is what i need to find the answer to.” he slightly reminds areum that she will get into massive trouble with jeno if she was caught in his room— soldiers are supposed to be strictly alone in their rooms and that is to prevent things like areum!

areum did not listen to haechan and the boy saw that coming, wouldn’t be the first time she ignored him. he heard a gasp come out from areum as she spins on the spinning chair to face the tan boy.

she finally found out why she felt like the woman was familiar. areum sees the boy munching more on the chips, as he lays on his bed relaxing. “who is nayoung?” the boy sits up in shock as his lungs expand out, choking the boy on the chip. his fist slightly taps the centre chest area as his eyes water in response to the whole question he was not expecting.

“yah, how do you know about her?” hyuck quietly shushes areum, sharing a serious glance. “the files from few weeks ago, and earlier i saw a painting in jaemin’s room with nayoung’s initials.” areum quietly explains, the boy side tracks across the room; he was in a prance he really cannot lose himself to areum and spill something he shouldn’t even be speaking about!

areum saw the long slick fingers run past the short silky shiny black hair backwards, “i really cannot tell you-” areum sighs out when she hears this leaning towards haechan with a dark evil expression that literally screamed ‘i will end your career in less than five words maximum.’,

“okay then i’ll just go to jeno and tell him about the time you used his toothbrush for a whole month without telling him,” areum stood up from the chair immediately being pulled back on the chair when haechan reach out. he spat anxiously, “i told you this was an accident, we bought similar colours!” hyuck sits back on the bed watching areum.

the young woman seems so innocent and harmless, yet her ability to have someone wrap around her finger was a venomous power to have. haechan wasn’t sure if he hates it when areum was in control or admire it to see a strong woman in his life have this amount of skills to psychologically effect a person. then again, she might not have that good of physical skills in fights— she does have brains though.

she is the perfect definition of ‘look like the innocent flower but be the serpent under it.’

haechan quickly parts the lips with hands in the air, “fine i’ll tell you, just— remember you did not hear it from me.” hyuck whispers.

areum nods with a hand crossed over her chest, “yeah yeah get on with it, hyuck.” she said as her chin rests on the chair back. haechan took a minute to breathe as he wonders where to start off.

“kim nayoung was a very powerful mafia leader, she grew up with jeno and jaemin so they were very close all their life. she even had a title amongst other mafias known as ‘healing angel’.” he explains.

areum hums nodding, “why healing angel?” she trails and haechan was quick to reply back. “she was a very generous woman. she did many charities and stuff to help out the orphanage she grew up in with jaemin.”

areum never knew jaemin was an orphan, but that was an important fact. seems like nayoung was quite a good person.

“so what happened with her then?” areum asks, it didn’t really make sense. what truly happened to her? looking at the tan boy, his eyes linger grimly on areum. “she was murdered.” he tells.

areum gapes at the boy’s words. “murdered?”

haechan nods, it was a mystery to everyone till this day; he still feels the heavy pain his friends went through when it happened. “no one knows who done it, i remember jaemin and jeno used to try and find the killer but no luck. it’s been five years now.” he adds.

the grey clouds roar above as the sun no longer shines through, if the boy has to admit it was perfect weather for the day it is today. just like how his body is responding, so is the weather.

jaemin following the hollow path with the dark blue sweater and bagged up jeans rest on his lean body build.

his legs stop on their tracks in front of a golden red pattern urn with a large photo framed in black wooden piles hung up above the ossuary.

going on the knees in a small position in front, hands clasped together in prayer as jaemin closes his eyes at the lit up burning sage. the smoke lingering above as the boy was in quiet form praying.

jeno stops midway the hollow ground noticing jaemin already at the location, on the knees leaning to pray to the deceased. the boy softens the gaze at the sight, how he knew the day was probably hard for him as much as it is hard for himself too.

the older male soon joins him by going on the knees, jeno wore a loose white hoodie and a cap on his head sitting still, accompanied by a pair of black jeans on. the rustling sounds of flowers being placed to the curb next to the urn. jeno puts his hands softly together, closing eyes with final prayers said.

a strong breeze with a hint of water dropping down blowing against the two figures left a large swishhhhh sound in their ears.

jaemin lifts his head up breathing out, “you came.” as usual the boy was the first one to break the awkward silence. jeno hums as he lifts his head up first.

“i have to keep my promise.” jeno reminds the boy next to him, jaemin’s eyes linger on the dahlias flowers next to the urn, he purse his lips into a thin line; he even remembered her favourite flowers.

jaemin saw the ice cold barrier he and his best friend have up, in attempt to break it down jaemin jokingly talks to jeno. “so you aren’t a total prick afterall,” jeno ghostly smiles at hearing those words.

it was nice to talk to jaemin without having to argue with him; jeno hums out.

“i will keep coming back here until the day i die.” jaemin spoke with seriousness behind it, jeno turns to his best friend admiring the side of how jaemin was looking up at the girl on the photo. he looks back at the photo nodding.

“and i will be by your side here.” jeno said back. he has to keep the promise with jaemin, it is a must. no matter what goes between them, even if they aren’t friends in the future, the two will visit this place together every year.

“happy birthday, nayoung,” jaemin and jeno in unison spoke as their eyes met with the beautiful brown ones in the glass framed photo.

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[ransprang]

Hello! My name is Isabelle and I would like to request a male, romantic, SFW + NSFW match-up for Harry Potter and Avatar, please and thank you :)

I've been told that I am a very blunt and direct person. I'm a realist and tend towards being a little pessimistic. However, this makes me a very honest person, which people appreciate, and know that I won't sugar coat anything that needs to be said. I am mainly extroverted but only if I have to be and/or with people I enjoy being around. I am a big flirt but I prefer getting into a meaningful relationship with someone and focusing that flirting energy on them (if that makes sense). I have a very dark/dry sense of humour and honestly, I have the propensity to say the wrong things at the wrong time. I value learning and believe that there is always something to learn and improve on.

For hobbies, I enjoy reading a lot and cooking. I am a geochemist so for work I go on hikes a lot to collect and identify rocks/fossils/foliage samples to bring back to my lab. I also enjoy ballroom dancing and am classically trained in piano.

I like guys who display themselves as powerful and in-charge but would not be afraid to let me take reign once in a while. I am a possessive and jealous person so I like guys who will feel the same way towards me (respectfully of course I don't like being treated just as an object). Someone protective of their loved ones is a plus. I cannot stand being with someone who cannot support me in my accomplishments and prefer a man who can hold themselves intelligently. I am not one for PDA and publically announcing my love, so a man who prefers a more intimate relationship is nice.

I am an ENTJ Ravenclaw Aries with fairly long black hair (the underside is currently bleached), dark brown (almost black) eyes, and tanned skin. I'm 5'3 and have a thicker hourglass figure. My style most days is very dark academia. My love language is split between words of affirmation and quality time.

Sorry, this is a lot longer than I thought it would be! But thank you again for doing this ❤️

hii thank you for the request :D

Your Harry Potter match up is...........MOODY!!!

SFW

Moody is a suspicious, paranoid bastard so he'd love your blunt and direct attitude. He would appreciate your realistic mindset because he can rely on you as an anchor when he gets too paranoid.

He would also appreciate your pessimistic side, knowing you wouldn't judge him for being paranoid in a world of murderous racist wizards.

Your and Moody's sense of humour would match and he would be able to make all the cripple jokes he wants because of his leg :0

Flirting with Moody would catch him off guard in the way he least expects it. He's always alert to signs of other people harming him, but someone being actually attracted to him? Initially he would be suspicious of it because of his insecurities but over time he would begin to trust you and you'd leave the man would be shaking on that peg leg.

Although the books never showed Moody being particularly powerful he's actually one of the greatest wizards of his generation having survived all the battles and trauma the poor fella has suffered. Scars like that ain't cheap. He definitely knows how to take charge of a room and wise and experienced enough to let other people take charge when he needs to.

Tbh Moody probably doesn't date often, but if you cross his barriers and do manage to get into his heart he isn't letting you go easy. He would be possessive and jealous. Although you would probably have to reassure him about cheating just to allay his suspicions.

N/SFW

Moody in bed is a delicious concept. You could take your time tracing, licking and biting each scar on his strong, thick dad bod.

His fake eye would be bouncing all over the place when you get naked, truly not knowing where to look <3

Moody has a peg on his leg, therefore it's safe to assume he would enjoy getting pegged. Have at it, buddy.

Although Moody's grown a bit of pudge over the years, below that is hard, well-toned muscle. He's strong and could flip you on the bed and fuck you senseless when the time calls for it.

ATLA match up is under the cut

Your ATLA match up is..............OZAI!!!

SFW

You and Ozai would probably meet at a ball for the nobility in the fire kingdom where you both end up being matched up as dance partners, He would be charmed by your skills and sense of humor, and you wouldn't be able to resist a little flirting. He would meet you in secret after that and would wish to make you his concubine.

Being a control freak, he would be possessive to the max. He's possessing you, your house, your family members. He's the emperor, he owns everything.

Ozai would match you in the flirting department but only in private. To everyone else he's the Fire Lord but to you, he's Ozzy with a nice ass.

Ozai's jokes would just be his terrible thoughts spoken out loud, but you could always interpret them as dark, sarcastic humor.

Since you like reading, he would encourage you to read books about battle strategies and tactics like art of war by Sun Tzu. That way he could have a well-trained general as his lover, his ultimate fantasy. Not to mention how much he'd appreciate your skills in the finer arts. Being royalty, Ozai would have rich people tastes and would enjoy classical music and ballroom dancing.

Ozai isn't thrilled about you being a geochemist since it's too much in the Earth kingdom department. But he'll just try and be happy since atleast you're not a filthy water/air bender.

He would never publicly admit to you're relationship to the public so you never have to worry about PDA! He's low key ashamed of loving an Earth bender.

N/SFW

Ozai's the most powerful man out there, as far as the ATLA verse goes. He's made of pure dom daddy juice.

Ozai would be a brat-tamer in bed and treat you like he treats Zuko and azula. Expect spankings, and some harsh words.

He would be a natural dom in bed but if you wanted to take over you would have to REALLY fight him. We hope you can do it though :)

He'd definitely be into candle play and enjoy dripping wax onto your bare, sensitive skin.

Your powerful women,

admins san & sar

[cherryskyies]

hey!! i love your work so much! i was wondering if i could request a hisoka x fem!reader one shot where they are friends with benefits but he walks in on her cuddling someone else after sex and realizes he wants more. i would love for either prompts 1, 12, or 25 to be used, but i’ll leave it up to you and the direction you want to take it in! (to clarify, the reader is not cheating on him, they are both allowed to see whoever they want!) thank you so much and hope you are doing well <3

Mine

Thank you for the request, and I'm happy you enjoy my work!!

I apologize for the slight wait, I was stuck on the last half of it.

#1: “I never thought I’d be jealous over something like that.”

Warnings: mentions of sex, swearing, some toxic behavior, I didn't edit thoroughly (sorry)

Prompt from this prompt list

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You knew it was wrong, leading your friend on like this, but you couldn't help it.

Hisoka had popped up, had his way with you, and left, not even bothering to help you clean up. It hurt your feelings to say the least.

It's not exactly ideal, being Hisoka's fuck toy. 

So when he leaves, not uttering a single goodbye or acknowledging your existence, you feel empty and you want to be held.

Which is why your friend is currently on your couch cuddled up next to you.

"I don't get why you keep seeing him," Lorenzo said, raking his fingers through your hair.

It was no secret that Lorenzo was in love with you, he has said it himself. He was willing to drop everything to be by your side.

"I lo-," you stopped yourself mid sentence, deciding it would be best to not tell your friend you were in love with the magician. "I like the sex."

Lorenzo rolled his eyes, not understanding how you are willing to hurt yourself because 'the sex is good.'

"I'm sure there are others who can fuck as good as him, stop hurting yourself for stupid reasons."

You buried your face in his leg, wishing it was as simple as that, "You wouldn't understand."

It's true, how could he understand a situation you haven't told the truth about? Sure, it's selfish of you to use Lorenzo like this, but you couldn't help it.

"I wouldn't understand?" He repeated, laughing. "Please tell me you are being sarcastic."

Confused, you looked at him, "What?"

His face fell, the smile replaced with a frown, "You can't be serious right now."

"Lorenzo, seriou-"

"I've literally been in love with you for 3 years," he said, staring down at you. "You know how long that is? How many nights I have spent awake, listening to you cry about the same man?"

You frowned, the guilt weighing you down, "I didn't ask you to fall in love with me."

"And I didn't ask to be your emotional support boy toy, but look at me now." 

Sighing, you sat up and pulled him into a hug, one which you were sure he'd reject, but when he didn't you held him tighter.

"I'm sorry, truly, and I do love you," you said, pulling back from the embrace. 

Lorenzo nodded, understanding what you meant when you told him you love him.

"You just don't love me the way I love you."

A clapping noise caught you off guard, causing you to jump and Lorenzo to hold you close to him.

"That is correct. (y/n) does not, and will never, love you," Hisoka said, stepping into the living room. 

There was slight blood lust radiating off of him, enough to make Lorenzo tense and you uncomfortable. 

Hisoka glared at Lorenzo, unhappy that the man was touching you in ways only he was allowed to.

"Leave."

It didn't take more than that for Lorenzo to shoot out of your house, Hisoka's glare following him every step of the way.

You stood up, angry with the way Hisoka was acting, "What the fuck?"

His eyes were on you, the glare still present.

"You're mine, so why the hell was another man touching what's mine? Care to tell me why?"

Confused, you shook your head, "I am not yours." 

You wish you were, though.

Hisoka walked over to you, gently pushing you onto the couch, "Remember earlier, I asked you, 'Whose needy little slut are you?' and you answered, 'Yours,' you remember that, right?"

"Yes, but tha-"

His hands were already under your shirt, "I never thought I'd be jealous over something like that," Hisoka said, talking over you as he unclasped your bra.

"Go ahead, finish your sentence, darling," he said, his hands slipping down to your jeans, working on undoing them.

A shaky breath left your lips, both aroused and annoyed with the man in front of you, "That shouldn't mean anything, we are just friends."

"Friends don't know the way you taste."

He was right, friends do not know the way you taste, and they sure as hell don't fuck every night.

You rolled your eyes, "friends with benefits then."

Hisoka paused, his lips lingering on your neck for a moment, "What if I want more than a friends with benefits deal."

'Is he being serious?' You honestly could not tell, but either way you agreed.

You pulled yourself out from under him, halting his movements, "Now is not the time for jokes, Hisoka."

"I'm not joking, (y/n)," he responded, looking you straight in the eyes. "If I had to spend the rest of my life with one person, I'd pick you."

"But-"

Hisoka sighed, pushing himself off the couch so he could stand, "If you're going to reject me, let it be known that we won't stop fucking, unless you want to stop, but I'm sure that's not a thought that has ever crossed your mind."

"I'm not rejecting you," really, you aren't sure what you are doing. The man you've been in love with for years is admitting his love for you, so why aren't you jumping for joy?

"Then what are you doing, because you aren't reciprocating these feelings either."

Hisoka wasn't one to be nervous, like ever, but right now he was sure his cause of death would be a heart attack.

"Don't get me wrong, I've been in love with you for years, I'm just a little shocked is all," you explained, watching Hisoka perk up.

"So," you started, twiddling your fingers awkwardly, "What does this make us?"

Hisoka shrugged, "Well, we can either continue as fuck buddies or we can date."

You nodded, "As much as I love being your fuck buddy, I think I'd like to be your girlfriend as well."

"I was hoping you'd say that."

[elysianslove]

which of the Haikyuu boys do u think would be into an s/o that is v muscular and not only can physically kick their ass, but also princess carry them when they're sleeby 🥺

ooouuu i love this !!! okay so 😼

HAIKYUU BOYS THAT WOULD LOVE A MUSCULAR S/O

first person i thought of was oikawa tōru. i mean considering his best friend is iwaizumi, i don’t doubt he just like. is drawn to more dominant people? he also adores being babied. just coddled and cooed at. he thrives off of it, really. he absolutely would love an s/o that’s muscular, and he so would love to show you off at any given moment. also he finds it insanely attractive that you’re as strong as you are. might make you and iwa fight to the death for him, as if he’s like, worth the trouble or whatever 😃✋🏼

secondly, matsukawa issei. honestly, honestly, issei would love whatever you look like. like he falls in love with you, just you, then whatever you look like he decides is his favorite. oh you have freckles? guess he has a thing for freckles now. oh you got a little bit of belly? he loves belly now. oh you’re insanely muscular? shit, guess he’s into that now too. it’s just a feature of yours he adores, and that he loves to tease you for. makes you arm wrestle him ALL the time, and is so dramatic when he “lets” you win or whatever like “babe i think you broke my wrist” ok drama queen <3

next we have nishinoya yū, simp king number 1. he just thinks you’re so hot. like so hot. literally pick him up and throw him over your shoulder, but he might pop a boner or whatever. he just adores to show you off. like when people see you and/or are impressed by you he literally starts glowing, talking about “that’s MY s/o. MINE??!!!???”i don’t think something like muscle and height would affect him all that much. of course there is some insecurity, as is with everyone, but honestly, nine times out of ten he’s just enamored by you. 

and now we have tanaka ryūnosuke, simp king number 2. no because he truly does simp for you. he’s so unafraid to ask you for workout advice, to even use you as his personal trainer. shows you off so much as well. like he’s always posting about you. and omg, he makes you do like a damsel in distress pose but he’s the damsel in distress. his head thrown back and a hand over his forehead like the complete do. he just is so good at motivating you and making you feel good about yourself, honestly. 

also, ushijima wakatoshi, just cause he’d love to have a gym buddy lol. if he tries to correct you just deck him in the face it’s okay. you can, like physically literally you can. and he might find it hot too. ushijima honestly doesn’t have a preference when it comes to appearance in general? and he’s a lot like mattsun in whatever his lover ends up looking like, he’ll end up loving, and learning to appreciate because he’s cheesy like that. 

tendō satori also, because he genuinely loves and adores all body types, and he would so make you carry him bridal style to the bedroom. omg on your wedding night he’s the one in your arms crossing the threshold lmfao. and he so makes you carry him piggy back everywhere. he likes to grab at your arms and marvel at their size or to grab your hand and just be so in awe at how firm your grip is. he’s just so heart eyes for you. 

kuroo tetsurō would really, really, really adore having a muscular s/o. like so much. makes everything a competition. i mean everything. he also makes a lot of tiktoks where he honestly just wants an excuse to show you off? you go to the gym together a lot and you’re just That couple. and he’s honestly just genuinely proud of you, and is also unafraid to ask for health advice or things like that. 

the miya twins would be beyond proud to have a muscular s/o. both of them! atsumu would love to have a partner that’s somewhat interested in the same things, or someone he has one other thing to bond over with. someone he can make proud and be proud of. osamu would just generally find you so hot. he’d try to subtly fawn over you and your figure but he can’t hide the faint blush any time he feels your toned stomach or your muscular thighs. 

terushima yuuji, hinata shōyō, aran ojiro, kita shinsuke, goshiki tsutomu, bokuto kōtarō!!!!, hanamaki takahiro, and literally so many others would be just as obsessed with you if you’re muscular AND you happen to be their s/o. they just constantly marvel at you and your strength, make you do things that they should be able to do themselves but they just want you to display your strength (i.e. opening a jar), grabbing your arms/legs/feeling your stomach and just begging you to flex, and buying you any and all clothes that show off your physique. they’re just. obsessed with you.

all the haikyuu boys would be, regardless of what you look like honestly. 

[thinkingisadangerouspastime]

Love of My Life

It was then Katara’s turn to stare up at the fiery sky, the multitude of clouds glowing in red and orange glory. “Aang,” she murmured, his name falling from her lips like a prayer. “Please.”

After the final battle, Katara and Aang reunite.

(Written for Day 3 of Kataang Week 2021: Missing Scenes/Post-Canon, hosted by @kataang-week. Read here on AO3, or continue reading below.)

Azula was taken away at some point, maybe by the Fire Sages, but her bloodcurdling screams and broken sobs were hardly a pinprick at the back of Katara’s mind as she kept her attention trained to the lightning wound blasted across Zuko’s solar plexus. Her hands glowed with the water she was continuously pulling from the now-burst piping system in the courtyard around them. She had no enhanced spirit water as with Aang, but fortunately Zuko’s injury was less severe and—thanks to her quick defeat of Azula—no longer life-threatening.

Zuko winced, and guilt flashed through Katara’s stomach for silently dismissing his pain. “Sorry.” She moved the water further upward on his chest, over a spot where the skin was more blistered. “Better?”

A low hiss escaped Zuko’s lips as the cool liquid skimmed the wound, and he managed a weak nod. “Thanks.” His voice was raspier than usual. To be expected. “For this, and for… and for stopping Azula.”

The urge to laugh rose in Katara’s throat, which she immediately suppressed because Tui and La, what was wrong with her? How was now an appropriate time for laughter? “Well, you’re welcome,” she said instead, giving him a weary smile, “but next time, how about you don’t taunt her about the lack of lightning, hmm?”

Zuko grimaced, and Katara knew that particular reaction had nothing to do with the wound across his chest. “Let’s just hope there will never be a next time.”

Katara couldn’t argue with that.

The following minutes were quiet as Katara slowly moved the water up, down, and around Zuko’s injury, her hands themselves hovering less than an inch above his chest. While she knew it was only a figment of her imagination, Katara could’ve sworn there was still blue lightning—Azula’s lightning—flickering across the wound, sparking at her fingertips and prickling across her skin.

Maybe, then, it was this lingering remnant of the Avatar’s slayer that had Katara so on edge. Maybe that was the reason why tension still thrummed through her body despite that she and Zuko were safe now, despite that they’d won.

“He’s going to come back.”

Zuko’s words broke the heavy silence, startling Katara so badly her concentration flew out the figurative window. The water around her hands lost its glow and splattered across Zuko’s chest like she’d emptied a full bucket on top of him. Frantic apologies spilled from her lips as she bent the water off his upper body with similar haste, but Zuko—wincing—pushed himself into a sitting position before she could begin the healing process again.

“Zuko, what are you—”

“Aang is going to come back,” he repeated, staring at Katara with an intensity that probably shouldn’t have been possible for someone in his grievously injured state. A testament to her healing skills, truly, and also to Zuko’s general stubbornness.

“I know he will,” Katara said after a pause, bending the water she’d again collected around her hands into the leather waterskin that hung at her hip. “If memory serves, I was the one telling you that on our way here.”

Zuko chuckled. “I know. Sorry. You just seemed like…” His eyes flickered across her face, searching for vulnerability Katara refused to bare. “Like you needed the reminder.”

Katara sighed, not meeting his gaze. “Look. I know Aang will come back. I know he’ll win.” Spirits, maybe he had won already. “I mean, he’s the only one who can. But I guess I’m still—” Katara cut herself off with another sigh, blinking back exhausted tears. “Fine, you’re right. I guess I’m still worried.”

Aang would return victorious, yes, there was no doubt in her mind. But at what cost? What price would he have been forced to pay? Sacrificing his body through the loss of a limb? Sacrificing his soul through the loss of that which his people valued above all else? Katara knew, she knew that if anyone could stop Ozai without killing him, it was Aang. But what she didn’t know was—was how.

Spirits, Katara wouldn’t be able to handle it if Aang returned to her broken in a way she couldn’t heal. She’d already witnessed him die once, watched his body go limp as life left it. She wasn’t ready to watch his spirit disappear, wasn’t ready to watch hope leave his heart, too.

Zuko opened his mouth, presumably to offer more words of comfort to her, but he was interrupted by Appa’s body stiffening—the sky bison was so large it was impossible not to notice the reaction. He’d originally been standing guard, for all intents and purposes, while Katara healed Zuko, but now his eyes were glued to the sky as he released a bellow that shook the stone of the courtyard beneath them.

Katara grabbed Zuko’s arm to keep him from toppling over, but instead of resettling himself, Zuko tried to stand up, as if the giant wound on his chest was nothing more than a mere papercut.

“It’s Aang!” was the only explanation he gave as Katara relented with a huff and helped him to his feet. “It has to be. What else would get Appa acting like this?”

Privately, Katara agreed with him. Hope beat in her heart so rapidly it ached. But since Zuko had wildly, unexpectedly, completely out of the blue transformed into an optimist—seriously, had the lightning gone through his brain?—well, that meant she had to be the one to temper his optimism with a little realism.

“It could be a threat,” she responded honestly, not releasing Zuko’s arm until she was certain he’d gathered his balance.

Zuko shot her a doubtful look. “You sure?” He pointed at Appa, whose tail had started shaking—okay, yes, probably with excitement, Katara would admit that much.

It was then her turn to stare up at the fiery sky, the multitude of clouds glowing in red and orange glory. “Aang,” she murmured, his name falling from her lips like a prayer. “Please.”

Seconds later, those otherworldly clouds split open to reveal a Fire Nation airship, and on the exterior Katara could see flashes of blue and green fabric—Sokka and Toph, it had to be. Spirits knew she probably should have been concerned about who was steering the balloon, but once it was clear the ship was heading steadily towards the ground and wouldn’t face a disastrous crash, Katara’s mind returned to its previous mantra.

Aang. Aang. Aang.

“Remember to breathe, Katara.”

Katara shot Zuko a mild glare at his wry tone, but exhaled, because he was right—she’d been holding her breath. In fact, she was still holding far more tension in her body than could be considered healthy, but Katara knew that overwhelming stiffness wasn’t going to ease until she saw her friends alive and well, until she felt Aang’s heartbeat in sync against her own.

Katara’s breath hitched as the airship came to a stop far from herself and Zuko, hovering above the stone ground of the courtyard. It was much larger up close—no wonder it couldn’t land properly. There was a deep rattle as a metal plank, of sorts, some kind of steel pathway lowered from the ship and scraped across the ground with an earsplitting screech. Onto it stepped—

“They’re alive!” Katara gasped, blinking back elated tears as Sokka, Aang, Toph, and Suki—and Momo atop Suki’s left shoulder—stepped out onto the platform. One of Sokka’s legs was in a splint and he had to lean onto Suki’s side for support as he hobbled along, but— “They’re all alive!”

Aang was alive.

They’d done it. A little bruised, a little broken, maybe all around worse for wear, but—

They’d done it.

“Come on,” Zuko urged, taking an unsteady step forward and immediately wincing. He didn’t let the pain stop him, though, powering another foot ahead. “Let’s meet them halfway.”

Katara rolled her eyes, ducking under Zuko’s arm to brace him against her side, careful to avoid his injury. “Idiot.” Standing on his own was one thing, but walking by himself was an entirely different matter. She could already tell Zuko was the kind of person who made a terrible patient.

But Katara walked with him all the same, slow and steady. As they got closer, she could better see the physical state her friends were in. Toph had only a few scrapes across her arms and face. Same for Suki. Sokka had clearly done a number on his leg, as he was hardly putting any weight on it despite the well-made split, and not to mention that Suki continued to brace him while he walked. Aang was—

“Appa!”

Well, Aang was getting smothered by Appa, Katara noted with silent amusement as the sky bison practically tackled Aang to the ground, nuzzling and licking him with unabashed eagerness.

“Buddy, I’m okay!” Aang managed to wheeze out amidst his laughter, giving Appa a tight hug. “I’m okay, I promise.”

He seemed to be telling the truth, at least based on what Katara could discern from afar. His orange robes were torn to oblivion, with only his Fire Nation pants remaining. She could see minor burns across his chest and one area on the left side of his ribs that looked to her like it would become a painful bruise, but overall—

“If you guys are here with no Azula,” Sokka joked as they all came to a stop, snapping Katara’s attention away from Aang, “does that mean Zuko finally gets to rule the Fire Nation?”

Katara allowed Zuko to keep some of his weight on her even as they stood still. He laughed at her brother’s comment. “Katara’s the one who technically defeated her in the Agni Kai. Maybe that makes her the Fire Lord.”

Katara groaned and rolled her eyes, ignoring the amused snickers of her friends. “Tui and La, no. I refuse. I resign. I—I abdicate. The throne is all yours, Zuko.”

She turned her attention to her brother’s injured leg as Suki began recounting the details of their battle in the air, including how they’d managed to pilfer an airship of their own. Up close, Katara was relieved to see that no bone had broken through the skin in Sokka’s shin or thigh—that would have made it much harder for her to heal. She made sure Zuko was stable on his feet before stepping away to study the injury further. But as she crouched at Sokka’s side and went to bend water out her flask for the preliminary healing process—

“Hey. That can wait.”

Katara blinked, staring up at Sokka in utter confusion. “Excuse me?” His leg was broken, she couldn’t just—

Sokka jerked his head towards Aang, who was busy freeing himself from beneath Appa’s weight. “Go greet the hero of the hour. My leg will still be here when you get back.”

Toph snorted. “Of the hour?” She shook her head. “Give him credit, Sokka—Twinkle Toes is the hero of the century.” Momo chirped before jumping from Suki’s shoulder onto Toph’s, as if agreeing with her.

Katara turned to look at Aang, her mind tuning out the rest of her friend’s teasing banter that followed. He was—Aang was more than the hero of the century, at least to her. More than the Avatar, more than an airbender, more than—

Aang must have felt her eyes on him, because he paused in petting Appa to turn around and give her a shy grin. “Hi, Katara.”

With those two words, the dam burst, and Katara sprinted over to Aang with all the speed of a roaring wave. Her arms crashed around his bare shoulders like water beating against the shore, and Aang wrapped his arms around her waist in return. Katara could only squeeze him tighter, his face pressing into her shoulder.

“You stopped him,” Katara whispered. Her words were shaky, or—spirits, maybe it was her entire body that was quivering. “Ozai. You stopped him.”

Aang nodded into her shoulder, and Katara slackened her grip just enough so he could lean back and reply. “Yep.”

Katara’s right hand instinctively rose to cup his face. She could see it in his eyes—tired, yes, but still so full of hope, the warm gray as rich as the shimmering moon. “You found another way, didn’t you?”

Aang smiled at her, laugh lines crinkling at the corners of his eyes, and spirits if that wasn’t an image Katara wanted traced into her memory for the rest of time. “Ozai is alive. But he can’t hurt anyone ever again.”

Katara had a million questions, the first being the obvious How? How did you do it? But no query fell from her lips despite her overwhelming curiosity. Instead, all she could do was stare at Aang, tears of relief sliding down her cheeks as she smiled and smiled and smiled and—

“I am so proud of you,” Katara said, the words halfway to a sob as she pulled Aang into another crushing hug, marvelling at how perfectly his body fit against hers. “I knew you would do it, Aang, I knew it. Only you could.”

Aang laughed. “Must’ve been your belief that got me through it.” His arms tightened around her, as if he, too, needed the unspoken reassurance that Katara was there, that she was real, that they had won, the same way she needed such comfort from him. “At one point, I’m not even sure I believed I’d succeed.”

“It’s a good thing I never doubted you, then,” Katara whispered, and Aang laughed again.

“Yes. Thank you.”

Katara wasn’t quite sure what Aang was thanking her for—her faith then, her presence now?—and in truth, she had a feeling Aang didn’t precisely know, either. But what did precision matter? They were here, together, alive. Beaten and bruised but not broken beyond all repair. Neither of them had lost what they couldn’t live without.

For Aang, the vestiges of his peaceful people. And for her…

Aang.

Katara hadn’t lost Aang. Not like she had before, not like she couldn’t bear to ever lose him again.

“Alright, lovebirds! That’s enough time spent hugging the life out of each other. Come tend to the wounded, please.”

Katara rolled her eyes at her brother’s obnoxious interruption, but she released Aang after a final tight squeeze. She really did want to take a look at Sokka’s leg. Besides—she and Aang now had all the time in the world. All the time in a peaceful world, at that.

Aang followed her back to the rest of their friends, and Katara had just knelt down to examine Sokka’s injury when Aang burst out into loud, unprovoked laughter. The sudden sound made her jump, and it was only thanks to some quick thinking—and inelegant bending—that she avoided spilling the water from her waterskin all over the stone courtyard for the second time in the past ten minutes.

“What’s so funny?” Zuko asked, the apparent reason for Aang’s laughter. “What did I do?”

“No—you didn’t—” Aang cut himself off with a wheeze, and Katara couldn’t stop herself from glancing behind her to see what on Earth had him in stitches.

Aang pointed at Zuko’s chest, biting down hard on his bottom lip in a clear attempt to withhold further laughter. “That. Azula shot you with lightning, right?” When Zuko nodded, he said, “And Katara healed you?”

“I did,” Katara confirmed. Sokka gave her a disapproving look, probably because she was yet to begin healing his leg, but—well, this time Katara had no real excuse beyond her own intrigue. Whoops. But it wasn’t as if his splint wasn’t holding up perfectly. The expertise with which it was secured suggested Suki had been the one to fashion it, and that meant Sokka would be fine for a quick moment longer.

Aang’s laughter returned in full force, one arm wrapped around his stomach while his free hand gestured wildly behind him. “We—We match!” He turned around, and—

“Oh, for Agni’s sake,” Zuko groaned, and Katara found herself unable to contain her laughter. In a matter of seconds, they were all laughing at Aang’s revelation. Even Zuko, once he’d gotten over himself.

Tui and La. Katara loved her friends, she loved her life, she loved being alive with her friends by her side and—

Aang.

She loved Aang.

Oh, spirits.

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It's Delicate: Part II

Summary: Spencer Reid finds himself at a gas station at 2:00 am, thinking he’s only leaving with a cup of crappy coffee. But something taped to the door catches his eye. Spencer leaves the gas station with more than he intended: the chance at a friend, and maybe something more along the way.

Word Count: 3.6 k

Author’s Note: Here's the second part in It's Delicate, my first chapter fic. I've planned out kind of where I see this eventually going! Thank you to anyone who reads, likes, comments, and reblogs. It really means the world to me.

Content Warnings: Expletive language (3 uses), mentions of drug use, sexual innuendo

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It's Delicate

Sitting on the plane, Spencer looks out from the little window. For hours, there’s been nothing but corn fields and clouds. It’s eerily peaceful, being there high above the clouds. His whole life Spencer has felt this distance between him and everyone else, but nothing makes that feeling more prominent than being strapped in a glorified metal box 35,000 feet off the Earth’s surface. But the thing is, Spencer does need to be flying above the trees to feel lonely. He can do that with two feet on the ground.

Luke sits across Spencer, the table between them and a deck of playing cards are spread out across its surface. He has to nudge Spencer’s leg from under the table, trying to bring him back to reality as he stares out the window.

“Whatcha thinking,” Luke asks, Spencer has been noticing more and more that Luke is one of the few people that actually listens to him.

Spencer, whose mind is racing too fast to even formulate an articulate thought, attempts to dodge Luke’s question with a noncommittal shrug.

“Reid, these cases are hard for all of us, you gotta know that man,” Luke says, laying down a four of a kind.

Spencer narrows his eyes, shocked that it hasn’t clicked yet for the rest of the team. He cracks his neck, preparing to answer Luke.

“We almost locked up an innocent man, Alvez. I almost sent another man to the same fate as myself. What kind of fucked up message is that?” Spencer says, throwing down the cards on the table. He doesn’t wait for Luke to respond.

“I fold,”

Spencer walks off into the small kitchenette to make a cup of coffee. He doesn’t want to think about his increased reliance on coffee, because he knows it’s a hot cup of coffee or a cold needle of Dilaudid in his veins. Spencer checks his watch, it’s 10:17 pm, maybe too late to find a meeting at a church or rec center somewhere.

He sneaks a peak at his phone, which was still unfortunately on Airplane Mode, he hasn’t even gotten a chance to see if Y/N has responded. He doesn’t know much about her, just as much as she knows about him.

It’s a brave new world for Spencer and he’s knee deep into the unknown.

Spencer can feel Luke’s eyes on him. He just knows that the minute he gets home, a certain tech expert will be ringing him. He knows that it’s Luke’s way of caring, but for someone who’s been alone for so long, having people that actually care is almost drowning.

Walking back to his seat, Spencer hands Luke a coffee. He smiles slightly; it’s the awkward smile that he used to make when intimating police chiefs and idiot cops would look him up and down like he’s a TA. It’s a peace offering for Luke, who despite his tough looking exterior, is one of the kindest people Spencer knows.

“Look, Reid. I’m sorry that we didn’t put it together. It’s just that man that we caught, he’s not like you. He’s not innocent of crimes, he’s just innocent of this crime,” Luke says in an attempt to make Spencer feel a little bit better.

“The thing is Luke, I’m exactly like that man,”

Spencer returns to staring out the window. The cards and the coffee on the table are long ignored for the silence that is found when you’re high above the clouds.

--

Spencer hears Tara and Emily murmur quietly about going out for a round of drinks. Luke accepts, while JJ and Matt decline, eager to get home to their families. Emily looks over at Spencer, her eyes silently scanning him, his body language. Spencer knows that there’s nothing he can hide from Emily, so there’s no use in trying to pretend he’s alright when she can take one look at him and know that nothing is right.

“You guys have fun, I’m going to head home and get some sleep. I plan on visiting my mom tomorrow and mornings are usually better for her,” Spencer says, slinging his go bag around his shoulders and making the trek back to the security to check out.

He walks slowly, enjoying the sound of the crickets chirping as he trudges along. Spencer tries not to think about the man, Richard, who was almost locked up for a crime that he didn’t commit. Spencer is pretty sure that being the person to throw an innocent man in jail is worse than being the innocent man in jail.

Spencer’s phone buzzes loudly, disturbing the silence of his walk. He looks at the phone to see a couple of messages from Y/N. Spencer slides open the lock to his phone and hits the button to read her messages.

Y/N: Spencer...that has a nice ring to it. So tell me a little bit about yourself. Your big three, but as books. Go! 🌞🌙⬆️

Furrowing his brow, Spencer reads the message over again. He does not have a clue what “big three” means, but it seems like some sort of pop culture thing that he’s not skilled in. He wants to text Garcia for a translation, but he’s also not too keen on telling her how he came across Y/N’s number.

Y/N: I assume you’re working, but I'm kind of impatient so I’ll give you mine 🙃 I’m a Little Women sun, an Emma moon, and an In Cold Blood rising.

Y/N: Oh no….I hope my astrology didn’t turn you off

Y/N: Not that I was trying to turn you on

Y/N: omg Y/N please shut the fuck up

Astrology? Spencer isn’t one to judge, but he’s a scientist first and foremost. The idea that there is something written about him in the stars seems like ludicrous. He decided to ignore the other messages, particularly the ones with a little more than slight innuendo.

Spencer: Y/N- I’m sorry I just got out of work. As for my big three, I’m not sure about astrology. I don’t particularly believe in pseudoscience. But those are good choices. In Cold Blood is an excellent choice. Capote spent years researching the case. In fact his prose and technique inspired the entire “Nonfiction novel” genre. The world of journalism and true crime would not be where it is without Capote’s work.

Y/N: Oh my god. You are a total nerd. 🙀

That stops Spencer right in his tracks. He’s only a couple of yards away from the Volvo at this point, but somehow it feels a million miles away. You are a total nerd. The words replay in his mind as the small gray bubbles pop up again. Spencer can feel his heart constrict at Y/N’s words. It’s ridiculous, he’s nearly 34 and is getting upset that a stranger called him a nerd. Spencer unlocks his car and tosses his go bag, phone included onto the passenger seat.

After a couple of minutes his phone buzzes again. He’s half tempted to answer it, but the way his heart seems to beat faster tells him to ignore it.

Y/N: I fucking love it and I think you’ll love this too

Spencer’s entire demeanor changes as he reads the message. He’s always had difficulties reading emotion in writing, especially when he can’t analyze the handwriting. Sometimes, it’s even harder to judge inflection during conversations. Maybe that is why Spencer has spent all this time studying people, studying the way that their minds work. Before he can get too lost in his thoughts, another message pops up.

Y/N: Meet Capote and Second Cat

Y/N: They are the loves of my life

Spencer: They are very...distinguished looking. Capote is an excellent name choice then. Second Cat is also quite catchy.

Spencer hesitates before sending the message, he notices that Y/N uses what Garcia calls “emojis” quite frequently. He assumes that it’s some sort of “texting lingo” that expresses emotion in small graphics. Great, he thinks. He already has a difficult time deciphering Y/N’s cryptic wording and now he’s got to analyze these emojis.

Maybe he should profile her. He re-reads the message and settles on a “😄” because he figures that he can’t go wrong with offering Y/N a smile.

Spencer: I don’t have a cat, but when I was a kid I always wanted one, they’re quite good companions for those that live several different kinds of lifestyles. From active to sedentary, they are adaptable and independent. Honestly they are the perfect pet.

Y/N: Is this your way of telling you’re a crazy cat man? 😜 🙀

Spencer, still sitting in his car that’s parked in the parking lot, chuckles at Y/N’s response to his message. Maybe it’s just easier to ignore his rambling when it’s done through 1s and 0s and there isn’t a face to the words.

Spencer: I’m actually more of a fish guy

Y/N: Like a “I-like-to-go-fishing-and-post-picture-of-myself-kissing-my-catch-on-Tinder” kind of fish guy or...I can’t think of any other kind of fish men

Spencer, not totally understanding the obvious joke that Y/N is trying to make, settles on something that he hasn’t really ever tried: being himself.

Spencer: Not quite sure what a Tinder is, but I think fishing is terrifying and kissing a fish is something out of nightmares. But his name is Leo

Y/N: DiCaprio?

Spencer: Uhh, Tolstoy

Y/N: Good😉 ⚔️🕊️ 🇷🇺

Spencer glances at his clock on the control panel, it tells him that he’s been messaging with Y/N back and forth for nearly 22 minutes. He nearly forgot how tired he was.

Spencer: Y/N- I’m so sorry but, I just got to my car to drive home from work. I’ll text you tomorrow morning about the book club, maybe we can figure out some things.

Y/N: OMG Spencer!! you should have told me. I’ve been talking ur ear off. sleep well and yes please tomorrow we can talk about the book club

Y/N: Good night, Book Buddy 😴

Spencer wants to respond to Y/N, but he doesn’t know what to say. She seems to text so easily, and judging by that, she must be around Spencer’s age or a little bit younger. Besides JJ and Penelope, Spencer has never had a friend close to his age. It’s a strange new territory for him and he’s walking in head first into No Man’s Land.

He starts his Volvo, the check engine still lights but, reminding him once again to go get it fixed. Driving away from the parking lot, Spencer hands over his ID to Gina, the security guard. She checks his ID and gives him a tired smile. Spencer, as he drives home to his apartment, thinking about what books he and Y/N will read together. He wonders what kind of books are her favorite, if they have any authors that they can obsess over together, or if what she thinks a poet’s prose is.

The summer air rushing in through the window is nowhere as warm and as comforting as thought of Spencer finally having a friend that isn’t able to read the scars of his past in the text bubbles that pop up on her screen.

--

When Spencer opens his eyes for the first time that morning, he isn’t sure where he is. Sometimes, before he can stop his thoughts from travelling there, Spencer thinks he’s still in jail. He hates the feeling of terror that rushes over him but he hates the idea of being vulnerable a little bit more. But the softness of his pillows and the coolness of his cotton sheets remind him that he’s not sleeping on a hard cot with only a layer of fabric over his body. The light streams in through the half closed blinds, and Spencer judges by how brightly the sun shines in, it must be around 9:45 am.

He supposes that he prefers the way the sun’s rays paint horizontal bars across his face more than the vertical bars that cast gray shadows over his cell at Milburn Penitentiary.

It’s a day off from work, so Spencer didn’t set an alarm, instead allowing his mind and his body to catch up on some much needed rest. The nightmares have been getting better, but his dreams are still haunted by the way that he hardly recognizes himself anymore. Deciding that it will be a day spent in pajamas, Spencer goes to his bookshelf in his bedroom to pick out a couple of novels to read while he drinks his morning coffee and defrosts some of Luke’s strawberry pastries.

Before heading out of his room, Spencer stops himself in the doorway. He replays the events of last night. He declined to go out with the rest of the team, while he walked to his car he thought about the crickets telling the temperature, and he read over Y/N’s messages.

Y/N.

He promised he’d text her back in the morning about their book club. Last night, she didn’t seem to mind Spencer’s long messages and awkward phrasing. He still doesn’t really know how this Book Buddy thing would work, but since he found Y/N’s number on the flyer, he can only assume that she knows what to do. He leaps on his bed, landing with thud on his belly, to grab his phone that charges on his nightstand.

Spencer settles at his kitchen table, a cup of steaming hot Dark Roast coffee in a Captain Spock mug in one hand and, surprisingly, his phone in the other. He scrolls through the messages from last night, Y/N’s cat and emojis tempt a smile to Spencer’s face.

Not entirely sure how to start the conversation again, Spencer looks around for inspiration until his eyes land on a certain fish tank in the corner of his apartment. He snaps a quick picture of Leo and attaches it to the message.

Spencer: Good Morning from Leo & Spencer

Spencer sets down his phone after a moment when he realizes that Y/N is probably not going to answer him back in a couple of seconds. He takes out a strawberry pastry from his freezer and puts it into the toaster oven on a non-stick baking sheet. His thumbs run across the texture of the book he started on the plane ride after his and Luke’s ill fated poker game. It's a thin book of collected essays on the meaning of life. Camus, to Spencer, is a little pessimistic with his droning on about the meaninglessness of life. Though Spence has seen the absolute worst that humanity has to offer, he still has to believe that there’s a deeper meaning behind it all.

His toaster oven rings, altering him so that his toasted strawberry pastry is cooked. He plates his breakfast and pours himself another cup of coffee- he’ll need it to get through Camus’s section on Absurdism this early in the morning. But the flash of Spencer’s phone screen sends him reaching for his phone. Y/N replied to his message.

Y/N: hi leo!!!

Y/N: and you too Spencer :) Did you get a good night’s sleep. You got back late it seems.

Spencer, taking a bite of the strawberry pastry, ignores the burning sensation in his mouth. He types out a response to Y/N as he washes down the bite with a swing of coffee.

Spencer: I did, thank you. Can you tell me a little bit more about this book buddy thing. From what I gathered from the flyer it’s like a little book club of our own and we meet at the bookstore?

It doesn’t take long for Y/N to respond. The little gray dots pop up almost immediately after Spencer’s message is delivered.

Y/N: That’s about right! Is it okay if I call you? Kinda easier to talk that way 🤷‍♀️

Spencer reads over the message a couple of times. He doesn’t really like to talk on the phone and only does it out of necessity. He’s pretty sure that his voice is grating and his vocal fry is quite irritating. Yet, he finds himself replying “yes” to Y/N. Soon enough, his phone buzzes in his hand and Spencer has to remind himself how to pick up a call.

“Spencer? Um, this is Spencer Reid, right?” the voice says. It’s a woman’s voice and he can only assume that it’s Y/N, considering it is her phone number calling him.

“Y/N, uh hi. This is Dr. Spencer- I mean this is Spencer,” he says, nearly forgetting that Y/N doesn’t know him as Dr. Reid, but as just Spencer. It’s been a long time since someone has known him as Spencer.

“Oh great! It’s wonderful to finally have a voice to your name. So about these buddy reads. You seem to have a good grasp of what they are,” Y/N’s voice trails off a little bit at the end and Spencer finds it natural to fill in the silence.

“Yes, the flyer was quite informative. But I was wondering, do we read the same books or do we read different books?” Spencer asks, trying to restrain himself from scaring Y/N off. But something about her made him think that she didn’t scare easily.

Y/N chuckles lightly in the speaker of her phone, “that’s a good question, uh, I was actually going to ask you what you would rather. We can read the same books, or if it’s okay with you we can choose what the other would read for that week,”

“Oh really?” Spencer says, very much aware how his voice rises a couple of octaves. He can’t trust himself to hold back on rambling over the phone Y/N, so he resorts to using his strained, brittle voice that’s full of hesitation and restraint.

“That’s the plan, so whatcha thinking, Spencer,” Y/N says playfully, like she can sense that phone conversations maybe not make him feel at ease. There’s something so natural and silvery about her voice; it reminds Spencer of an audiobook reader. While he’s not too keen on audiobooks, he’s sure that he’d listen to anything she reads or has to say.

“Um, I think it sounds interesting to pick out books for each other. I tend to gravitate towards more technical books or even books that aren’t in English so, uh, I think it would be interesting to get out of my comfort zone,” Spencer says, cringing internally at using the word “interesting” twice in a couple of sentences.

“Well, as long as you don’t pick out something in physics or anything by Ayn Rand then I’d say we’re good,” Y/N says. Spencer thinks it’s a joke, but he’s not too sure how to respond.

“Will you still be my Book Buddy if I read 1 out of 2 of those?” Spencer asks, hoping she’d get that he is trying to continue the joke.

“Oh no Spencer please don’t tell me you’re an Ayn Rand fanboy,” she says, and by the airy way she laughs, Spencer ventures to guess his joke landed successfully.

“So,” Spencer starts, he never has made plans with people outside of his team, and on top of that, there’s something about Y/N’s quickness that makes him a little nervous to meet her.

“I’m talking your ear off, aren’t I? Please Spencer, if you’re going to be my Book Buddy, you’re going to have to get used to me talking a lot, especially you pick out good books, which, I already have a feeling you’re going to be favorite Book Buddy,”

For once in his life, Spencer doesn’t really know how to respond. He lets out something in between a strangled laughter and a noncommittal chuckle.

“So,” Y/N says, mirroring Spencer’s earlier words, “so are you free tonight, I can meet you at the bookstore..”

Y/N’s voice trails off and Spencer leaps to finish her sentences. It doesn’t feel like his interjecting or interrupting, but like he’s snapping a puzzle piece together.

“Does 7 work?” “7 is great, Spencer. It’s a date,”

Those three little words send Spencer’s eyes flying wide open. He scrambles to come up with answer to louden the silence that falls, but he swears he can hear a string of quiet curses before Y/N manages to squeak out a small “goodbye,”

Y/N’s last words play back in Spencer’s ears. He scolds himself for being so weird and awkward that the very idea of going on a date with him would send Y/N in a tizzy. It’s not a date, because Spencer can’t think about it being a date. It’s not a date because of the looming photo above his mantle that freezes his future in the past. It’s not a date because of the nightmare of vertical bars that haunt his dreams

It’s not a date. It’s so not a date because Spencer would call Luke to come over to help him if it was.

“Hey Luke,” Spencer says, trying to control the nervous waves in his voice, “no man, I’m fine, it’s uh, easier if you just come over. I’m fine, really,”

Y/N: I really hope you're not an Ayn Rand fanboy 😉

It’s so not a date.

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Relationships: NCT 127

Maeil (aka Daily)

there are two meanings to their ship name

first is, of course, their names mashed together but the second meanings is much cuter and the one fans use to explain their dynamic

When Mae found out their ship name was Maeil her first reaction was “Oh? Is it because I make sure to let Taeil hyung I love him daily?” while cuddling Taeil on a couch

he’s the same age as Mae’s older brother so she treats him as such

her brother is literally like “Are you replacing me with Taeil? I’m your reall brother!” and she’s just there sweating

part of Taeil’s hype squad and will fight donghyuck for the position of president

like the two were on vlive and spent a good fifteen minutes arguing about their positions in the club Mae won but donghyuck refuses to acknowledge it

he could be doing something simple and you can see Mae in the background with a big smile cheering

he’s also like her personal teddy bear whenever she wants cuddles and/or wants to rest

there are just multiple gifs floating around nct twt of Mae tackling Taeil for a hug or her just clinging to him on a couch because she’s either tired and wants to rest or just wants cuddles

absolutely adores his voice

there are multiple compilations on youtube about all the times Mae compliments Taeil on his voice and him just blushing the whole time

Maenny

was lowkey intimidated bc the man is a fucking tree and basically towers over her

but then he saw him play around with some other trainees and that thought disappeared real quick

he’s more like the protective older brother than like a parent like Doyoung or Taeyong

can and has used his height to his advantage when it comes to scaring people who hurt Mae or do something to make her sad

he was one of the first people who found out about her old company and he looked like he was about to storm their building probably would’ve if it weren’t for Mae

one of the first people she became friends with because he always answered questions she had when she was a trainees

before debut there were times people could see Johnny walk somewhere and Mae is just trailing after him like a lost puppy more like running because the man’s legs are long and he walks faster

there was this one time someone asked where Mae was and Johnny just shuffled to the side to reveal her behind him

his large frame was just big enough to hide her from everyone’s vision unless you walk past the two

you know that one vid of predebut nct performing Under The Sea with Johnny wearing the fish head? Mae was supposed to join him dressed as Ariel but the idea was cut last minute

there was this one time Mae couldn’t see something bc she was too short so Johnny lifted her up and put her on his shoulders

okay enough about Mae’s height

during shows he’s always encouraging Mae to talk more when she seems unsure whether to give her input or not

johnny, after an interviewer asks a question: “what do you think Mae?”

absolutely melts whenever she does aegyo because no matter how old she is he’ll always see her as the cute kid who followed him everywhere

MaeTae

honestly it’s hard to pinpoint where Taeyong’s protective parental energy started getting directed to Mae

like it might’ve been somewhere predebut but she doesnt know when

she’s like 50% sure she just blanked out and suddenly Taeyong appeared in her life scolding her for not taking care of herself

it’s not like she’s complaining abt it she’s really grateful to have someone like him in her life

when her family got worried abt her joining a group filled with guys he personally went to her house and calmly explained how Mae will be taken care of and how the group will make sure that she’ll be safe

first person to know if there’s something between SM and Mae that the other members don’t know about

he was also the first member to know about what happened with Mae and her old company

she knows she can trust him with anything

he found her alone crying in one of the practice rooms and she just poured her heart out to him

Whenever they go places as a large group he looks for Mae first before counting the other members

she got lost once and now he doesnt want her out of his sight for more than five minutes

she got him a “world’s greatest dad” trophy as a joke that he has on a shelf in his room

YuMae

you know how yuta acts with mark and winwin? yeah he does the same for Mae

if he isnt giving a hug to mark he’s all the way across the room with Mae giving her a back hug

Mae: does nothing

Yuta: aigoo look how cute she is :)

she doesnt ignore him tho she just returns the affection

likes to jump on his back for a piggy back ride or just run and jump to give him a hug

there was this one clip that went viral of Yuta talking to someone and he just pauses for a moment before turning around to catch Mae, who seemingly came out of nowhere, into a hug and turned back to his conversation

neither yuta nor the other person seemed fazed so this seemed like a regular occurrence to them

he teaches her japanese!

its beneficial to both of them because Mae can learn and Yuta won’t forget any Japanese while living in Korea :D

really really really loves his smile

like real whipped (A/N i wrote this while watching the under the sea performance and now im going through it)

like she sees him smile and that makes her smile and that makes fans smile

Can and has glared at “fans” and other people who make her uncomfortable whether it be at the airport or during their schedules

There was this one time Mae was walking ahead of him when there were fansites following them and he just pulled her back into his arms because he noticed an anti of hers was nearby

It’s like a lion trying to protect a kitten

2Young

again did not know how Doyoung because like a parent to Mae but she just ended up rolling with it

She just has this aura to her that makes you want to care of her and give her love

whenever they go eat together with the group he always put food on her plate, regardless of whether the managers glare at him or not he glares back anyway so they back off

“doyoung she’s been put on a diet-” “she’s going to eat whether you like it or not”

one time Mae got sick with a fever and he just burst into her room with medicine and soup

if taeyong has the “world’s greatest dad” trophy doyoung has the “world’s greatest mom” trophy that he says he’ll throw it away but has it perched on his desk

Mae’s also one of the members who like to clown him

she’s the one of the reasons he already has gray hairs

Mae has a folder of embarrassing photos of Doyoung’s childhood that his brother sent to her and refuses to delete it

she cant do anything about them tho bc Doyoung got his own folder of babie Mae pics courtesy of Mae’s older brother

Haechan has tried and failed to gain access to either of those folders

MaeHyun

major sibling energy

but not like the bickering kind of energy but more like very soft and uwu

there are a lot of people asking them “are you sure you’re not related?” during interviews and fansigns

Fans are just waiting for the two to do a duet bc come on SM you have a real life Disney prince and princess here

Let Mae be the Jasmine to Jaehyun’s Aladdin and perform A Whole New World together

She likes to poke his dimple

There’s this one vid where Jaehyun and Mae are sitting together and she just pokes his dimple and Jaehyun’s smile gets bigger

joked about if he could let her meet yugyeom and bambam bc of 97line and he just went no <3

when jaehyun was inkigayo’s mc nobody could approach her with the infamous inkigayo sandwich bc she was always with him not like anyone could try considering mae has several bodyguards wherever she goes

you know how jaehyun won the alpaca plushie in nct life? he gave it to mae bc he know how much she loved plushies

Honestly the majority of the plushies in her room were given to her by jaehyun

She has a bear named after him uwu

MaeWoo

Loves the energy he gives and thinks he’s so funny

He never fails to make her laugh whenever she needs cheering up

they used to be shy around each other when he first joined the group but they caught each other having a midnight snack so they just talked at 3am eating ramen until doyoung found them and told them to go to bed

now it’s just tradition for them to go to a convenience store together and eat ramen or whatever snacks they decide to get

nobody is allowed to join them its only a MaeWoo thing  

Mae has natural aegyo but Jungwoo has taught her to use it to her advantage which she does but not often

Another one of Mae’s cuddle buddies

She just thinks he looks so soft so she just clings to him whenever he’s nearby

Major uwu energy over here when it comes to the two of them together

idk why but i dont see him as the type to be protective when it comes to her dating

he’s more like

“you dont have a boyfriend yet? damn people dont know what they’re missing”

or on the other side of the spectrum

“good luck to your future boyfriend he’ll need it if he’s gonna date you”

2Ma/MaeKyung

Older brother that doesn’t feel like an older brother

Majority of the time he kinda just feels like they’re the same age or younger so newer fans get shocked when they find out she’s younger

Like there was this one time Johnny the two were playing Smash Bros and Mark was whining because he lost and Mae was jumping in the background cheering it was his fourth loss in a row but he won’t say it

they were kinda awkward around each other at first so johnny literally had to stick them in a room together and didn’t let them leave until they talked to each other

it worked and they just vibed and rambled about different topics like trainee life and what mark’s life in Vancouver was like

speaking of Vancouver

one time during their stay in Vancouver they wanted to have a friend date but he lost her at a mall and took twenty minutes trying to find her until she used the announcement service to call him

he wouldve ask his Vancouver friends to go with them but some of them had a crush on mae so no <3

When she first starting writing songs and her own lyrics she went to Mark first and asked if the lyrics she wrote were good

They were amazing and Mark made sure to tell her that :D

mae’s reaction to his dream graduation was one of the saddest things czennies have seen so when she found out he was coming back she would not let go of him

Literally could not stop smiling whenever mark was with the rest of dream filming for Resonance

It’s just very wholesome and czennies are willing to riot if SM decides to separate them

Maechan

You know how I said Maehyun was the soft and uwu type of siblings? Well Maechan are the bickering type of siblings

You know the ones who like to bicker over minor things but still would protect each other for life

they have so much dirt on each other on trainee days lmao

Haechan to Mae: lmao what a loser

Haechan when someone insults Mae: listen here you little shit

The only person allowed to clown her is him and the rest of NCT

he heard a trainee talk shit about her once and they still can’t look haechan in the eye

he’s only a few months older than her but he uses the “i’m older!” card whenever he can

“i’m older therefore i get to go first” “excuse me sir but you’re only three months older than me” “but im still older”

they fight for the title of the favorite 127 maknae but they both know that can do what they want

Mae is more lenient towards the hyungs during yaja time than haechan is tho so she just vibes whenever they go to scold him when the games over

they do team up a lot so they’re a menace when they do something together

especially in games

their competitive nature plus their brain power together? its over it even started

50% of the time they have to be separated from each other when it comes to choosing teams

the other 50% is someone choosing both of them because they want that easy win

Those two are willing to risk it all even for a bag of chips

[itstheimpossibledream]

Only A Play -Part 4

Word Count:1509

Pairing: AU Henry x FemBlack!Reader

Warning: Smut, Angst, Some fluff

Summary: Waking up the morning after sleeping with Henry for the first time.-Series be sure to check out Parts 1,2&3 in my masterlist!Also thanks a ton for your patience. Last chapter coming soon! Happy Reading !

You awoke to the smell of coffee and breakfast, as much as you hated to admit it the bed was the most luxurious thing you had ever slept on and to say you had gotten a goodnight's sleep was an understatement. You stretched out and then it hit you. The memory of last night, Flashes of him moaning on top of you, opening your legs wide,telling you when you could cum.It dawned on you that you had the whole bed to yourself, and you didn't know if he had come back to bed last night or not. You noticed a robe on the back of the door,and rubbed your eyes as you made your way to put it on. Turning to look at yourself in the mirror, you could see his name was embroidered on it and you couldn't help but roll your eyes at the ridiculous movie-starness of it all. You make your way to the bathroom, noticing the toothbrush that had been laid out for you. Quickly, you brush your teeth and on your way out of the bathroom you almost trip over Kal. You scratch him on the head as a wordless apology, which he seems to accept because he follows you down the hall towards the kitchen. The scent of fresh bacon is really what drew you to the kitchen but as you walk you hear music,and once you turn the corner you decide to stay for the view. He is standing over the stove shirtless, singing along,bopping his head as the bacon grease pops in the pan. You pull out a chair and sit down admiring the muscles in his back, the small tufts of curly hair that peeked out from under his hat. He must have come back in from a run or something, and you found yourself overwhelmed with both lust and envy.

"Hey buddy!" he says to Kal at his feet before turning to see you.

"O." his eyes seem wider than they should be, maybe you should have showered first.

"Goodmorning." you say, taking your seat at the counter, deciding to not make it awkward.

"Do you want breakfast?" he asks,a big smile breaking onto his face, of course you wanted breakfast, it smelled amazing but,you resigned yourself to making sure he couldn’t tell that.

"Sure, I'll try it but, I thought movie stars didn't have to cook their own food." you joked

"We usually don't " he chuckled, I told my chef not to come in last night because I wanted to cook for you. It'd be a lie to pretend your heart didn't skip a huge beat but,at the same time you hadn't resolved your frustrations with him just because you let him inside you.

"O so you think you can cook?" you joked

"O I know I can cook" he said, plating up the bacon and turning towards you.His plate was a mile high , but you had to admit it looked good. You got a forkful into your mouth and while you resisted the truth, it was perfect.

"He really likes you." he said patting the top of Kal's head with one hand as he forked another bite into his mouth.

"How can you tell?" you asked, narrowing your eyes jokingly at the fluffy akita.

"He slept in the room with you while I was cooking, he usually loves to help me cook because he knows he gets snacks." he shrugged.

"O! I'm more interesting than snacks, every girl's dream!" You joked , Henry let out a small chuckle in response and the rest of the meal seemed to go by painlessly.

He stood from the high- top counter as you finished your last bite, his body was a challenge. It dared you to look away, dared you not to give attention to the deep, muscular v his hips made, dipping into his sweatpants. Begged you to look away from his perfectly sculpted chest and the scratch marks that covered his shoulders from the night before, carving paths of exploration over the expanse of muscled skin. You avert your eyes as quickly as possible but, you know he saw and in a way you're glad he was in tune to you enough to notice.

"So guess we should shower to be ready for this interview."he says placing your plates into the sink, honestly it had slipped your mind that you were here because of work. He brushed past you as you pushed yourself back from the elaborate granite countertop, and you couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Why didn't you sleep with me after we....." You trailed off but, you knew that your intent was clear enough for him to understand. You saw the muscles in his back tensing up, he was facing away from you but, he had heard you and it felt as though he was buying time to find the right answer,eventually he turned to face you.

"I just- I didn't want to make this any more complicated than it is." he sighed "I thought it was what you'd prefer." he finishes moving down the hall, into his bathroom and turning on the shower. You follow him in a mix of both angst and vigor, obviously you had not intended for him to think you didn't like him but, at the same time, you would lose all professional integrity what so ever if anyone ever found out you were having a showmance like a highschool student.

"Why?" you blurted out "Why would you think that? Why would I want someone to fuck me and then leave the room?" His face scrunched at your use of the word fuck and it almost borke your resolve.His voice was even when he spoke.

"I know you don't like me okay? I know you think I'm this terrible misogynist who has no talent but, I like you. And Kal really likes you so, for what it's worth I just- I wanted to do what you felt comfortable with but, as it seems I can't do anything right, that was a bad decision too. Excuse me." He pushed past you again to grab a towel as you tried to make sense of his words.

"I'm going to wash up now." he said pulling off his sweatpants and discarding them outside of the room.

"Okay." you said not breaking eye contact with him.

“Well your showers in this place are complicated. I can’t figure out how to tuen them on.” He accepted your joke, chucking lightly and shaking his head, but you can tell he sees your gaze for the challenge that it is as he peels off his underwear, standing before you bare and beautiful. His eyes do not break from yours and before you've entirely thought it through you are tugging at the belt of his robe, allowing it to fall to the floor to fully reveal yourself to him. To fuck your coworker twice in less than 24 hours was a gamble but, clearly it was one you were willing to take. He turned and got into the water before you could make a move on him. Turning over his shoulder and smirking down at you, you accept this invitation without hesitation. He pulls you towards his warm and wet body,as you reason with yourself that it's part of your character study.

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“Fuck We’re going to be late!” You holler from the back of the uber.

“No we’re not. It’s right here.” He jumps out of the car but, you open your door before he gets the chance to.

“Chivalry really has died in America.” he mumbles under his breath, and you smirk to yourself. It wasn’t that it was a game with him per se, but it sure was fun to make him feel unsteady. After a flurry of hair and makeup artists you were finally ready for the publicity shot.Thankfully, they had split the two of you up for make-up and dressing formalities and while he took his solo shots you were still in the hair chair.When you went up to take yours he was on his phone, barely seemed to notice you had entered the room,and you were almost grateful. Photoshoots made you want to smoke. The set was easy enough, until the photographer suggested the two of you take photos in respect to your characters in the show.Actually his exact words were

” In the show you two are lovers yes? So let’s paint you as such.” Never had you ever dreaded a photographer being prepared but, it turned out these past 24 hours were really a first for everything.

“Just pretend you like me.” Henry whispered to you

“Don’t have to pretend, I actually do like parts of you.” you whispered back.

“Which parts?” he allowed his voice to be barely audible for this and you dropped your gaze as the camera flashed. After being prompted to ‘giggle with eachother less’ (whatever that means ) the photos were finished and Charisse, the show’s publicity manager was rushing you to the next appointment.

[xxnatxx]

Chapter 3 - A Daily Thing

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TW: slight mentions of sex, cursing.

So there he was,

19, with a newborn baby boy, and no baby momma to help him raise Ren.

For 6 years Bakugou managed to somehow juggle his work life, social life, and private life with his son incredibly well. Though he obviously struggled being a single dad, he of course had his friends to help him out with Ren, as well as him parents who were more than stoked to have a grandchild who looked just like Bakugou.

And now, Bakugou is 25 and Ren is 6 years old and about to enter first grade! He hasn’t gotten his quirk yet, and though he looks just like his hot headed father, his personality is quite opposite of his. Ren was a sweet boy, who was often times shy and quite emotional, but he had his fathers big heart and perseverance. Bakugou didn’t really know how he ended up with such an angel, given that he himself had a pretty explosive personality and his birth mother, Olivia, had a pretty nasty one. But of course, he absolutely loved Ren, and would without a doubt do anything for him

He and Ren lived in a pretty modern and spacious apartment, and when Bakugou would head off to his newly opened agency, Ren would stay with his grand parents. Ren never really questioned why he didn’t have a mom like the kids in the movies and tv shows, all he knew was that Bakugou was his dad, and taht was enough to keep the little boy happy as ever. And Bakugou knew that eventually he’d have to explain to Ren the truth about why he doesn’t have a mom, wether it be in 5, 10, or 15 years, he didn’t really know what he was gonna do when the time came, but he didn’t like spending time dwelling on it, he’d rather spend his time with Ren teaching him how to be a good, humble person, because unlike Bakugou at his age, Ren is actually a pretty decent human.

7: 05 AM

Bakugou is roughly shaken awake from his dream by Ren, who’s whispering-screaming,

“Dad! Dad! It’s time for school, I have school today remember!” he excitedly says as Bakugou scoops him up and ruffles his spikey blond locks saying,

“Wow, you’re really starting 1st grade today huh buddie”

“Yup! So cmon dad lets go” he says pulling Bakugous fingers with his dainty little hands, wanting him to help him get dressed for his first day.

Bakugou would be lying if he said he didn’t wish he had a partner to help him care for Ren, because even though he didn’t like admitting it, taking care of a child is hard, especially on your own. Maybe if he has someone, they could help out with Ren when Bakugou couldn’t, help guide Ren, and also, give Bakugou some comfort as well. Since Ren was born, Bakugou hasn’t been with anyone, no dates, no one night stands, nothing. And he honestly did think about finding soemone one day, but it just really wasn’t something to get his hopes up for. Ren was all he needed.

8:15 AM,

It’s now almost time for the children and their parents to start tricking into the classroom to officially start the first day of Kindergarten. And you were beyond nervous. First job since graduating college, and after earning two degrees, it was finally time to start your dream job as a children’s science teacher.

You’d always been pretty good with kids, and given that you had an ocean quirk, a science teacher was just something that came with lots of interest to you. Of course, you were also beyond excited to meet your kids, but one thing you had forgotten about was meeting the kids parents as well. Kids at this age are usually pretty sweet and innocent, (though some are a little tricky to work it) but parents, were often times judgemental of their kids teachers, which is understandable, but it still made you nearly shit your pants to think about.

15 minutes later, a few kids and parents start to trickle in to your ocean themed classroom, and so far, things were going pretty well. You were introducing yourself to both the parents and kids, guiding them to their assigned seats, trying to make everyone feel as comfortable as possible. Most kids are being quite energetic towards you, one even running up to you and hugging your legs, telling you how excited he was to start school. Another kid complimenting the light blue dress you were wearing, which somewhat color coordinated with your classroom decor. You were so flattered to see that your new students were fond of you and more outgoing than you thought they’d be. Well, all except for one certain blond 6 year old.

After a majority of the kids and parents had come in and began filling the room with chatter, you were still waiting outside the door for one more student by the name of Ren, to begin class. While you’re talking to another teacher that had approached you previously, you hear slightly heavy foot steps coming up behind you. As you wave goodbye to the teacher you were conversing with, you swiftly turn around, catching the piercing red eyes of a somewhat tall man. His natural attractiveness caught you by suprise, and you let out a gasp that only you could hear as you observe his chiseled features. He looked as if he was constantly on edge, yet he still had this dewy radiant skin and beautiful blond hair tied that was tied in a half up-half down messy bun. He seemed to be around the same age as you, but could honestly still pass as a teenager if he wasn’t so buff and built. You quickly notice that he’s wearing a hero costume, it hadn’t registered in your brain that the man standing a few feet in front of you was actually Dynamight, the #5 Pro-Hero, until you look down scanning his costume. That’s when you notice the little boy with the same blonde hair and ruby eyes that was securely holding onto his leg with both arms, peeking over at you.

“Oh, hello there, I”m Mrs. L/N, are you Ren by any chance? I’ve been waiting for you to get here” you say gently putting your hands on your knees to peek down at the boy who seemed to be quite nervous.

Looking back up at the stunning pro hero you say,

“So then that must make you his dad, right? It’s nice to meet you guys” with a kind and gentle smile, speaking in the most genuine voice you can, to hopefully put the small boy at ease.

Instead of responding, he simply stares back at you, completely still and completely quiet.

Bakugou has never really found anyone he’s met attractive to the point of having a crush on them. Nor did he want to, since he told himself he’d be forever alone until he had Ren, he just never really cared for crushes, feelings, or relationships. But now, he’s starting at your bright E/C eyes, noticing how the warm smile on your face has yet to fade, and how the genuine kind energy you radiate is enough to put even his incredibly reserved son at ease. As he begins to subtly observe your delicate features, he feels the depths of his stomach begin to flutter. But why? Why is it that all of a sudden, he’s feeling something he’s never felt before?

After a few silent seconds, Bakugou notices his son begin to step slightly in front of him, and pulling on his pant leg as if urging him to respond to your question. As he meets your eyes again, he sees you patiently waiting for a response,

“Yes, sorry, i’m Ren’s father, nice to meet you” he says as firmly as he can, hopefully to regain some of the confidence he lost when you first spoke to him.

“Thank you,

So it seems you guys are the last ones to get here so let’s head inside and i’ll lead you to your seat, Ren” you respond looking down at the small boy who now seems to be a little less visibly anxious. They both follow you into the classroom, where Bakugou and Ren immediately notice the interesting room decor you have scattered across your room. There’s green bean bags and blue stools in one corner of the room, right next to a bigger-than-average fish tank that’s filled with odd colored fish, both big and small. Along with seaweed, bubbles, sand, and various ocean animals that have been painted on the walls to make it look like the underwater ocean.

You lead them to Ren’s seat and walk up to the front of the class to begin your introduction to the class as a whole. Everyone who isn’t already looking at you, turns your way as you begin to say,

“Okay, so it seems like everyone’s here’s now which means it’s time for me to officially introduce myself to everyone. But first I’d like to give a big welcome to everyone, I’m so glad I can be your teacher this year and hopefully, you guys can have fun learning about science since I know it can be a little hard to grasp sometimes,

Bakugou can’t help but be mesmerized by you as you speak, he’s never come across someone who’s been this kind that hasn’t completely irritated him. And Ren seems to like you as well, his previous teachers were both quite loud and obnoxious, which resulted in Ren not being able to be very comfortable around them. But seeing how Ren’s already sitting at the edge of his seat, eager to hear you talk more about yourself, he thinks it’s gonna be a pretty good year for Ren in school.

You continue speaking, now beginning to talk about your personal self,

So, my name is Y/N L/N, you guys can call me Miss. L/N, Miss.{First letter of L/N}, or Miss, really just whatever you feel most comfortable with. I graduated from XXX College last year with a degree in Children’s education and another degree in Marine Biology, I have a dog named Bubbles, my favorite color is F/C, I’m 25 years old and I love to cook” you say to the class, still having the same smile and glimmer in your eyes as before.

“So if you guys want to ask me any questions about myself to get to know me a little better, you can raise your hand and I’ll answer” as soon as you finish speaking, you see a bunch of tiny little hands eagerly wave in the air,

“Me me me! I have a question!” one little girl in a high pitched voice says.

You lightly giggle at everyone’s response, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Bakugou. And For a split second, your eyes meet as you scan the room for the little girl who’s lost in a sea of hands, and the feeling of rumbling in his stomach returns, at this point, he has to admit, you’re absolutely beautiful. And you’re smart, enjoys cooking like him, and are the same age as he is. These things only make the feeling in his stomach grow bigger.

“Yes, what’s your question honey” you say when you finally spot the little girl in the back of the class.

“So what’s your quirk, do you have one?Because I do! ” she excitedly asks.

The class awaits your response as they redirect their vision from the girl to you, and you say

“I do have a quirk actually, it’s called Ocean, I can basically manipulate water, communicate with, control and summon ocean animals, breathe underwater, and so on, and it’s actually why my room is decorated the way it is and the reason I have a degree in Marine Biology!” you respond, and your response earns you a series of responses from the kids such as,

“Woooaaahhh”

“That’s such a cool quirk! No fair!”

“Why aren’t you a hero then Miss. L/N?” one student asks, which leads Bakugou to then wonder,

Yeah, why isn’t she a hero? With a quirk like that she could end up being a pretty high ranked hero, so why an elementary school teacher instead?

You respond by saying,

“Well, I actually was gonna be a hero at some point, i even have my hero license and went to a hero school, but I realized before I graduated high school that I actually wasn’t very passionate about being a hero, but I realized I much rather enjoyed science and working with kids. So, I decided to study in college instead. And now i’m here.” finishing yourself off with a smile.

“But now, we’re gonna play some games to hopefully get to know each other a little better....” you continue speaking, explaining different games and such, but Bakugou isn’t even listening. It’s official , you’ve intrigued him. He can’t help but want to speak to you again even if it’s just about Ren and school, but when he begins to feel this way, he quickly shuts the thoughts that overtake his brain down. You’re Ren’s teacher first of all, and though it wouldn’t be illegal to date you, it’s still a little weird. He’s also not looking for a relationship, not now and not ever. So before he can let whatever he’s feeling develop, he tells himself to not take interest in you. If he’s never taken interest in anyone before, why should he start now?

Parents have to either drop off their kids at the front of the school, or walk with them to their classroom at the elementary school. Usually, Bakugou would’ve just dropped Ren off at the front and driven off to work, but now, he might just have to start walking him to class. He had already declared to himself that he wouldn’t take interest in you, and simply push his atraction to you away until he no longer got knots in his stomach with every glance you gave him, every conversation you guys had, just any interaction really.

So every day, he’ll go in to school walking Ren to class, and causally bring up some sort of school related thing to you as Ren waltzed into class, which would eventually lead to a few minutes of casual conversation. This was as far as Bakugou would let himself go though, it was just a simple little thing that would fill him with enough satisfaction to last for the rest of his lonely life.

It was just,

a daily thing.

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[devotion]

shittin' it → t.h

summary: haunted houses aren't your thing and you regret ever stepping into one. but tom tries his best, eventually, to put your heart at ease.

warnings: making out, a bit steamy?, suggestive behaviour, swears here and there but all round fluff.

requested: yes

notes: i don't know how haunted houses work so let's just say you enter whenever you feel like it. @fallinfortom beta read the beginning 🖤 thank you, hun! x

word count: 1.5k+ | masterlist

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tagging along with tom and his fellow cast members for filming spider-man 3, in your mind, was the best plan your boyfriend had for you. and adding to that, obviously, by seeing this movie's secrets and revelations before the rest of the public possessed a thrill you thoroughly enjoyed. until the big surprise tom had said he arranged for you let slip out of your mind.

unfortunately.

probably everyone that knew you was aware of the fact that you hated ─ loathed even ─ horror movies. since many had asked you for a night out to the cinema to watch one. in which you always reasoned against them: why bother scaring yourself? it honestly didn't make any sense to you.

though, unknowingly being dragged to a warehouse, far too vast for your vision to perceive, was a total contrast to what was said as an 'evening at a restaurant'.

"where are we exactly, tom?" you questioned, walking alongside him to this yet-to-be-revealed building; zendaya and jacob in tow. when he gave you no answer, you glanced to your side and the look on his face was solely a pure smirk.

your jaw dropped as he took out a mask that appeared to be the infamous killer clown. you grimaced as you stared at it, the prospect of what was about to come dawned on you. realising this, after you gave him a slight push, you pulled him back to yourself, your head finding it's way into his neck as you whimpered.

"awh, babe," tom cooed, bringing his hand to stroke your hair, "you'll be fine. there's nothing to worry about. i've been here before and even i survived."

you looked at him, eyebrows raised and whilst mimicking the same stance he does when he's getting ready to punch someone, you said: "you call that being fine?"

tom's smug face dropped into a deadpan, "no, darling-"

"-don't call me anything. you're paying for this."

you felt a smack on your bum just as you try to walk a little faster than him, making you stop in your tracks whilst he rubs your ass a little more, "we'll see about that, babe."

you flare your nose in annoyance, pushing away the slightly inappropriate thoughts invading your mind at his actions.

fuck tom and his antics. fuck him.

your trail of thought was summoned not long after upon entering. and it was a giggling zendaya who took your hand to bring your hesitant self forward. then instantly, a scream emitted your lips as a baby doll's head popped out of the wall into your view. jacob bent over, cackling, at your reaction.

you sighed, a hand over your chest in an attempt to slow down your heartbeat. but to no avail. you were scared shitless already and in no way prepared for what was to come.

the room went dark all of a sudden as you stood against the wall, your friends' laughs coming to an abrupt end.

"now that's for laughing at me," you piped up.

of what you recognised was zendaya's voice, you heard, "nah, we knew that was happening. we're excited to show you what's next."

out of nowhere, your ears pick up the sound of an evil laugh - or dare you say, many evil laughs - all coming from every direction where you were standing. and all you can do is slap your hands over your ears and squeeze your eyes shut. but before you can even do that, torches are turned on and all of them are held by your wonderful friends.

another scream from you.

"for fuck's sake!" you shout, scurrying away from them into the nearest hallway.

bad idea.

it was dark. and in many places, there were led lights in the shape of eyes covering the wall. you felt a chill against your spine as you ventured further.

"you think we've gone too far?" tom asked jacob and zendaya, his gaze directed where you were heading, "it's only been 5 minutes."

"nope," was zendaya's abrupt response to that, fetching a mask that resembled the ghost from scream.

deciding it was best to look at the floor and focus on where you were going, you had found out that the same creepy eyes were on the floor too.

you breathed out. your mind chanted that they were indeed fake- fake- fake-

and yet you let out another high-pitched screech as you felt the presence of another figure close by, scaring them away. but all you did was glare at them when you felt no harm done, as they came towards you, realising that the owner of the mask was just tom.

immediately, he took it off as he noticed he was still wearing it. given that there was no way getting away from this hell hole, you put your arms around yourself in an effort to calm yourself, ignoring your boyfriend. you progressed onwards without him.

as soon as you've reached the door at the end of the passageway, you're pulled back into tom's embrace. though, you stiffened to show no emotion. but his hands began to massage the base of your back and he whispered, "sorry, baby."

you decided to lay your head onto his shoulders, giving up on being mad at him. obviously, not entirely.

tom went on to open the door, but paused as the two of you heard a chuckle from afar. you dismissed it quickly. then, he gestured his hand to signal that you get in first.

"nope. not this time, buddy," you spoke up, "ladies first doesn't work at all right now."

without thinking any further, you get ahold of tom's bicep and push him in the almost pitch-black room. with all the strength you owned to make that hefty man fucking move.

you didn't hear him say anything for a while until he finally informed that there was nothing to worry about there.

to convince you to come closer, he added, "honestly, hand on heart, last time we came here, nothing happened. it's just a little break from the beginning."

still uncertain and tentative, you step forward and you wait a few moments to wait for anything to pop out. and tom was right.

now registering that you were both alone, tom beamed at you. but you weren't having any of it. you might have been a little pissed at him for bringing you here.

you were already standing near a wall and because of this, tom had plans racing through his mind. he decided to draw nearer to you.

with him now within arm's reach, undeterred, you seized tom's hip with your thigh, bringing him closer to you and pressed him to the wall behind.

he felt like the wind got knocked out of him, and before he could think straight again, your lips met his. almost forcefully. he never knew how electrifying it felt for you to kiss him so deeply as you did.

even though you appreciated the fact that kissing tom stole away your worries, you swatted his hands away as they tried to find your waist. at this, he pulled back as he suppressed a moan at the dominance you were emanating.

tom panted as he tried to get out in clear words, "come on, y/n. please don't be like that."

the light in the room was still dim. so, when you caught sight of the two real spiders making it's way to tom's head, you knew you were in for a good treat. but because you picked up a few tricks from tom's acting, instead, you looked at him with batting eyelashes. and tom was losing it at how innocent you looked.

it was your turn to laugh as tom finally let out a gasp when he felt something tickling the back of his neck.

"shit!"

he was flailing his arms everywhere, almost tripped over nothing, and rolled on the floor whilst he tried to 'free' himself from the spider.

minutes later and reassured that there was nothing crawling in his shirt or boxers, tom came to you. he felt better now that you looked much at peace. except you had stitches from all the laughing.

"really not cool, love," tom said, sliding down next to you on the wall you leant on, "you know I have arachnopho-"

"-it was rather funny if you ask me," you intervene and send a smile his way.

tom pouted, in which you gave him a confused look in return because of how close he was becoming towards you. befote you knew it, his sudden grip on your shoulders forced you to the ground.

on the spur of the moment, you were lying on the cold floor, tom somehow already on his knees and inbetween your legs. you didn't know why you giggled as he started to come down, a mischievous smile playing on his face as he laid a hand on the wall for support in order to kiss you.

but he was interrupted as he shouted at the same time you screamed. near your head, a bloody hand had punched the wall in swift motion, startling you greatly.

the hand slowly retreated, and in place shortly after, zendaya's head appeared from the hole.

"go fuck afterwards, we're tryna have fun here."

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