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Paige nsfw hcs pls
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─ ev's notes | the long awaited nsfw headcanons for paigey, i finally got the motivation to write it after i kept reading the INSANE smut yall keep writing (keep it up im lovin it) also this is such a mess, this is just rambling and not organized whatsoever, but wtv i hope yall enjoyed :)
woo, where do i even begin?
let's begin with the obvious, paige is a TOP, i can't stress this enough
i genuinely can't see anyone topping her she's just .... a TOP
but that doesn't mean she won't let you take the reigns every once in awhile, esp after a bad game/tiring practice because everyone once to be taken care of sometimes
i'm def not the first person to say this and certainly will not be the last but STRAP GAME GOES SOOOOO HARD
i feel like at first she's gonna be weirded out cus like... she likes only girls for a reason??? and she has her mouth and fingers??? why would she need a piece of plastic to make her girl feel good???
but the first time y'all try it, she's hooked
she forgets ab her hands after that
jk but like
yeah she's HOOKED
she gets really into it LOL, def can imagine her calling the strap her dick
oh and she fucks HARDDDD like, no room to breathe or anything
like you'll be gasping for air after and she'll be super duper proud
i read this one fic with like the dual ended one (i didn't even know that existed) and then i was like yep, yes this is the oneee
with positions, i can't see her doing anything more than like missionary (cus she loves to see your pretty face) and like from the back
but as soon as she discovers riding, it's OVERRRRR for you
she's making you ride her strap anytime she can, cus she loves it
she has her hands on your hips as she's guiding you and she LOVES IT so fucking much, like the power she has over you makes her go feral
oh and do not get me started on sucking her strap, cus again she loves the power she holds over you
she has your hair in a ponytail and the more you get comfortable with the whole thing, she WILL make you gag
she acts like it's her dick (yeah i know we covered that) but like esp when you're sucking her strap, she will just dirty talk u the entire time
"you like my dick, pretty girl? like gagging on my dick?" cus yeah, u do
oh and yes, she does have breeding kink
it breaks her heart that she can't get you pregnant 😪
but she sure as hell will pretend to!!!!!
will 100% bend you over and just yap about getting you pregnant
also if she's fucking you in missionary, she expects you to look at her the entire time
so if you turn away, she will grab your face and keep you looking straight at her
FUCK IDK WHY THAT'S SO HOT
paige is a D1 yapper i fear, and that would 10000% seep into the bedroom LMAO
mostly praise cus babygirl would feel really bad but when she gets into, she GETS into it
like she will call you her slut as she's about cum
that post-nut clarity goes hard the first time tho cus she's like no way i called my gf a dirty fucking slut 😭😭 she sits with her thoughts for a good 10 minutes trying to recollect herself
she is a munch for sure, like she will eat you out for hours and hours on end (not an exaggeration btw)
but she LOVES when you give back
it makes her go fucking feral when she sees you eating her out, like yessssssssssssss
she has to close her eyes bc if she keeps looking at your face, she WILL cum
she has a bad hair pulling problem, like she will grip your hair so hard your head will hurt after
it's apart of the appeal tho 🎀
her fav spot to get absolutely ate is her gaming chair cus like, she needs you in between her legs giving her support to get that victory royale 💯💯💯
she hates when she gets ass or tits bc she genuinely cannot pick
it depends on the day bc they're both great, she will never pick one
i feel like she's definitely thought ab fucking you in public but she can't risk it
SHES A D1 ATHLETE !!
the only time yall did was in a bathroom at an event and it was SOOO bad afterwards cus everyone could tell
you had to pretend like you didn't get your brains fucked out and paige had to pretend she didn't DO the fucking
but lowkey she enjoyed it a lot, but would she do it again?
maybe, a solid maybe (with the right motivation)
okay but like ....
she def has fingered u while the girls are over cus like, she was in a silly mood?
you just looked too fucking good, she had to
but thank god no one noticed (at least to yalls knowledge...)
she's a horny fuck ARGUE WITH THE WALL
she will get turned on by anything you do, like homegirl is just sooooo down bad for you
you could be applying chapstick and paige will be like "we need to fuck, now."
paige's aftercare is just giving you water and cuddling with you for 10 mis while scrolling on tiktok and then gets up to play fortnite with kk
she literally is the tiktok where it's like "after he rearranges my organs he goes and plays fortnite" i hope yall know what i'm talking about
but you don't mind ofc cus she makes you sit on her lap while playing
but then turns into another round cus shes a horny fuck
paige is all for hickies on YOU but she gets pissed when you give her a hickey cus she's like people are gonna see
like she's the only one who has to deal with the public 🙄🙄🙄
but she loves marking you EVERYWHERE, esp on your collarbone like it's so sexy
oh and god bless you in the summer, the ones on your thighs are getting AIRED OUT bc paige does not care
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Lunch Date
Characters: Arunae, Fledge
Word Count: 1,505
Context: Arunae and Fledge are somewhat recent defects of the Alternian fleet. They currently reside on a neutral space station known as Parable that orbits the star Paem.
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There are three star systems within a standard jump from Paem. Most cruisers were only capable of a single jump before needing to recharge; the power to do so was reserved in a bank intended for emergencies. Charging the reserves for a jump was nearly as expensive as the ship itself, and most batteries would lose their capacitance after a single discharge of that magnitude, necessitating replacement. It was unfortunately true: no battery worked as well as a helmsman. It would cost fortunes to consistently travel by cruiser only using batteries, and inviting a stranger to join a party of two was, to Fledge, just as costly.
It was good, then, that she could power jumps without either. It was equally good that Arunae wasn’t privy to, nor particularly interested in, the specificities of space travel mechanics. She knew how to independently gimbal the rear thrusters to donut tightly enough around the spires of Parable to make Fledge forget for brief moments that she had ever been anywhere else, and that was plenty. So long as neither of them ever discussed the specifics of their travel, it would stay that way.
Every so often they stole away to a colony for a few days. This perigee, it was Thalamos-7. The planet had established itself within the empire long ago through mining. Between the sparse new-looking towns were mining camps, and between those were swaths of land peeled back to expose the shells of the planet's long scooped-out insides, now scattered throughout the galaxy. The canyons revealed labyrinths of caves containing reserves of the planet's remaining clean water. In the past few centuries the local population had been making an effort to restore the landscape and reestablish the colony as a place with a viable future, rather than a husk to discard. Land that could not be repaired would become civil developments.
The efforts seemed to be moving along well, all things considered. The brochures and websites Fledge and Arunae had poked through seemed to think so; they touted newly lush rolling hills, and exotic fauna and flora carefully selected to remake its home within gashes left by the empire. Their website described its vistas as unique and speaking. The greenery crawling over the rough but methodically slashed crevices demonstrated en large “the same sublime perseverance of a scar.”
It wasn’t the sort of poetry Fledge cared for. The beauty lines that wrapped their way around downtown were convincing enough for her.
The cafe she and Arunae sat outside now was called “The Copper Street Mealblock”. A short menu existed only on the inside walls in neat chalk handwriting. There were potted plants in the windows, and the brightly colored chairs were comfortable despite how they looked. The food came out in plastic baskets lined with brown paper. After lunch they were going to take a ride beyond the town to see if the photographs were being generous.
“Kind of hoping they’re overselling it; I’d love to dig Runner’s fins into the side of a quarry. Bet it’d be like a huge skatepark.” Arunae had already annihilated a sandwich and was picking away at her side.
Fledge snorted at the idea as she moved a fork through her salad. “Couldn’t we do that on any moon?”
“Sure, but no moon is within ten minutes of a place with fries like these.” Arunae waved around an example before violently sacrificing it to her maw to join nearly a full basket of its brethren.
“I told you to get a large.”
“And you were so right.” She shook her head solemnly, and Fledge tilted hers in sympathy.
The teal swung her clawed arm over her chair and gazed out at the street. “Imagine living here, though, in one of these little town-hive apartments, coming down to a cafe for breakfast and then, I dunno, going spelunking.”
Fledge raised an eyebrow. “You want to go spelunking?”
“Maybe! I’ve never been. But we could, and that’s what matters. What else was it they had here?” She patted herself for a pamphlet she quickly realized she left in the ship. “Base jumping? Sky diving? Shit, we could watch a movie. A new one, even. In a movie theater.”
“Not sure I could handle that kind of excitement,” Fledge joked.
“It’ll be a far cry from my tablet and your little med-bay bunk, but I think you could handle it.”
The cerulean flashed a smile. Arunae consumed another fry.
“Seriously though, what do you think?”
“About going to the movies?”
“No, about moving here, living here.”
“You make every place we go sound nice.” Fledge’s fork played with a little tomato.
“Any of them stand out, though?”
Fledge shrugged her shoulders.
“Maybe we could take a lease out somewhere. Try living on a planet for more than a week. See what it actually feels like, y’know?”
“Maybe.” Fledge’s fork poked through the tomato.
“I know you don’t expect us to stay on Parable forever.”
“No.” She turned the tomato on her plate. “Of course not.” she added.
“So?”
“So--” she set the fork down and crossed her arms over her chest. “-- we’re both defects. I don’t know.” She let out a breath. “I feel like it’s kind of risky to settle down anywhere, especially somewhere that’s Empire controlled, even a small colony like this one.”
“I’ve been thinking about that, actually.”
“What do you mean?”
“About them finding us.”
Fledge glanced down at the table.
“It’s been six perigees, right?” Arunae began to explain, “Parable is safe, sure, but it’s not secret. Six perigees, and not a whiff of the fleet?” She gesticulated with a fry. “I honestly don’t think they’re looking for us. I wouldn’t be surprised, either; I mean, me, I’m half metal, half liability and you--”
Fledge’s eyes shot up at her. Arunae was still finding her words.
“--Well, we know they didn’t treat you right.”
Fledge sank again, and stayed quiet.
Arunae tightened her lips. Seated across the table from her, Arunae saw herself: fickle and afraid, single tethered and constantly gauging the ropes girth. She grabbed at her memory for Cyther’s words; what would she have said? She always seemed so sure. She could spin ideas into action like threads through a spindle and sweep Arunae up with her. It seemed so stupid, mulling over townhives when Cyther was planning raids in a night.
Was it possible Cyther wasn’t sure back then? Perhaps she had convinced Arunae in order to convince herself. Maybe she had just gotten good at it, and Arunae got better at agreeing, until Cyther didn’t need her to anymore.
Arunae didn’t want to pretend. She wasn’t sure the fleet wasn’t looking for them, and gauging what felt like home wasn’t really in her repertoire. However Fledge was feeling, she clearly wasn’t keen to make another life changing decision anytime soon. Maybe leaving that day was all she had in her, and Arunae couldn’t argue with that.
What was it that had let Arunae go, the day she left for the fleet? The day she told Cyther she was leaving? Had she truly believed she could make a change from within the fleet? Fuck, she wanted it back. Whatever it was, she wanted it back. She wanted to take Fledge’s hand and lead her somewhere beautiful, unafraid for her, gesture out to the world and tell her “Isn’t this great? We could be happy here.” She wanted to mean it. She couldn’t.
“Could we not talk about this in public,” Fledge finally peeped. “It makes me nervous.”
“Oh, yeah,” Arunae accepted Fledge’s request to cut the conversation short. She ate her last fry and sat at the impasse she had created.
“I know—” Fledge piped up again, “—we have to talk about it. I know we can’t be there forever. We’ll talk about it, I promise. I just need to think.”
“It’s cool. It’s not like we have to decide now.”
Fledge nodded and stared out into the street.
After a moment, Arunae reached her hand across the table to hold Fledge’s.
“I have a different important question to ask you.”
“What?” she looked to her.
Arunae met her gaze and squeezed her hand gently.
“Can I have some of your fries?”
Fledge snorted. She took her hand back to nudge her basket towards the other. “Go crazy.”
As she watched her dear friend make fries disappear with feverish abandon, Fledge’s mind swam with thoughts. Was it really possible that the fleet wasn’t looking for her? Why wouldn’t they be? Was she would be too much trouble? For the first perigee on Parable she couldn’t sleep. She had spent days awake, watching the door of the apartment, waiting for a fleet official to come busting through to take her back. She thought the weight in her stomach during those hours was fear, but now, she wasn’t so sure. This, the concept that no one was ever going to come for her, that no one was even looking, stirred her insides. It was much more terrifying.
#fledge#mwrites#arunae#ship: jumping ship#fantroll#SIGHHH SIGHH!!!!!!#if you see typos pls tell me!#thanks<3#fledge writes#if u read this it would mean so munch to me#i dont write often and im trying to more this year!!!
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Haloo, I just finished reading your kwannie x reader clingy angst fic. Would u please do a shua version. I also read cheol and hannie ver. Hehe. Just to complete 95 liner. Thank you veery much. 🥰
i hope you enjoyed the last two, and will like this one as well! now we have the 95z complete
+ this is the last clingy fic i’ll write
bad joke | joshua hong
genre | angst & fluff
word count | 1.5k
pairing | joshua x reader
“I don’t deserve you,” you murmured, your cheek squished against Joshua’s chest.
Your day has been dragging itself for what felt like forever, the never-ending accidents having chosen this day to take vengeance on you for some reason, making your mood gloomier than the weather was. Nothing seemed to work out for you, and you prayed for the day to end, so you could lay down in your bed and bawl your eyes out.
You were prepared to come back to a quiet apartment, and cold too, as your heater magically decided to break down. With no dinner, and no proper food in the fridge, you knew that the afternoon would be as miserable as the rest of the day.
The last thing you expected was to open the door, and be greeted by the smell of ramyeon and your favourite tea you always drank before bed, music quietly playing from the speaker in your living room.
“Of course you deserve me, darling,” Joshua gently put his hand on the back of your head, dragging his fingertips gently through your hair. “It was just a bad day.”
He cupped your face, pulling it away from his chest looking down at you with a warm smile, as small creases by his eyes appeared, something that always happened when he looked at you. And in that moment everything felt alright again - his soft gaze, and equally gentle touch made you melt further into his body, tension leaving your sore muscles for the first time since you woke up. He was your definition of comfort, your safe blanket, that you could wrap around yourself on your worst days, knowing that he’d always be there for you.
“Okay, let’s eat before the food gets cold,” he said, intertwining your fingers. You wrapped your hand around his bicep, and leaned your head onto his shoulder, as he guided you to the kitchen. Joshua busied himself with finishing off the food, as you took out the utensils and prepared the table, even lighting the candle he got for you on his last tour.
“Here you go, darling,” Joshua placed a steaming bowl of your favourite ramyeon on the table, as well as the tea he had made earlier. “I hope it’s still warm,” he said, wrapping his hand around your cup, checking the temperature. “I can make you another one,” he was about to take it away, when you grabbed his wrist to stop him.
“It’s okay Josh, just sit down, and eat with me,” you said, picking up the spoon and chopsticks. You could swear, you had never been that excited about eating.
But as you started to munch on the food, with a compliment for your boyfriend’s amazing cooking skills at the tip of your tongue, you raised your head, and noticed he was still standing next to you, a weird expression adorning his face.
“What’s wrong?” You asked, stopping in your tracks. “I’m not staying,” Joshua explained, his troubled expression only intensifying. “Remember that boys night I had planned with Coups and Jeonghan? It’s today.”
And just like that, the comfort bubble popped.
“Can’t you reschedule it?” You asked, eyes big, and pleading. You knew you were acting silly, childish even, but it seemed that your body and mind longed to be with him. You just needed someone to look out for you - to take care of you.
He let out a sad sigh, which couldn’t mean anything good, and you knew you wouldn’t like what he was about to say. “You know how long we’ve been planning this night for, darling. And we were really looking forward to it, you know we had to wait months to book that place, and we’d have to wait an eternity for another free spot if we cancelled now.”
“I really don’t want to be alone, Joshua,” you said with a quiet voice and a quivering lip. On any other day, you’d never make him change his plans for you, even now, your words were barely coming through your throat. This was a shitty thing to do, and you knew that if Joshua stayed he’d be unhappy, and you’d end up sitting in an uncomfortable silence rather than finding comfort in each other.
“Don’t you think you’re a bit clingy?” He giggled, the smile reaching his ears. “You’ll be fine for one night, it’s not the end of the world,” his words pierced your heart, making your stomach sink in disappointment, as his words hit you.
“W-what did you just call me?” Joshua’s smile quickly dropped, his teasing demeanour gone in a second. “You said I was clingy?” Your eyes immediately filled with tears, your hands shaking under the table - not so much from anger, but from his dismay. Joshua clearly didn’t realise how much his words hurt you.
“Darling, I-” “Don’t bother.”
You dropped the spoon, and grabbed your cup, heading for the terrace. You ignored Joshua's pleadings for you to come back, his voice clearly laced with guilt, but no matter how hurt he was didn’t change the fact that he hurt you first.
You knew very well it was unfair for you to ask him to cancel his plans, but he called you “clingy” in your most vulnerable state, when you really needed comfort and support, and not his jokes.
You underestimated how cold it was, the breeze sweeping under your shirt, as you stepped out, sending shivers down your back, as the only remaining source of heat was your cup you were tightly clutching between your hands. The clouds seemed even darker than before, casting a sad shadow over the city.
You sat at one of the chairs, looking out to the distance, trying to suppress the tears that were threatening to spill. Not only did you have one of the shittiest days ever - your boyfriend, your precious Joshua decided it was the perfect time to make fun of you, but at the same time you knew it was so wrong to pressure him into changing his plans just because you had a bad day.
“But he did call you clingy,” the thought lingered at the back of your head, somehow trying to excuse your behaviour. You took a shaky inhale, trying to slow down your racing mind, as it was starting to make you really anxious.
A sudden knock pulled you out of your thoughts, making you spill some of the tea that you were sure was cold by now. Another thing to tick off on your “what went wrong today” list.
“Can I talk to you?” Joshua kneeled before you, sinking to his knees, as he took the cup from your cold hands, and gently intertwined your fingers, so he could warm them up a bit, something that the tea failed to do.
“I didn’t mean to call you clingy, and I’m sorry. I want you to know that I only said that as a joke, and I shouldn’t have done that either. It was stupid, and I shouldn’t have reacted like that,” his eyes were sincere, and warm - as they always were. The only thing they missed were the small creases.
“It’s okay Josh. I was wrong too,” you sniffled, wiping off the single tear that escaped your eye. “I’m in no place to ask you to cancel your plans, that was so fucking immature of me,” you shook your head, almost as if you couldn’t quite believe that you had acted like that.
“You had every right, darling,” he cupped your face, bringing you closer to him, wiping the tears from your cheeks. “You had a bad day, of course you wouldn't want to be left alone.”
“Still-.” “Stop blaming yourself. If anything, I acted immature for making fun of you, and calling you something hurtful when you needed help.”
You pulled at the sleeve of his hoodie, making him sit next to you. Joshua was quick to wrap his arms tightly around your body, so he could shield you from the wind, cradling your face close to his chest.
“Why don’t you call Seungcheol’s and Jeonghan’s girlfriends, and you could have a girls' night while I was out with the boys?” he asked in a quiet voice, his mouth right next to your ear. “I really wouldn’t want to leave you alone, precious. I would have a shitty night if I knew you were here alone.”
Letting his word sink, you actually smiled at the idea. That would be even better than staying with Joshua only, and you’d both get to have a great time - you’d end up in a win-win situation.
“You’re a genius Joshua Hong,” you muttered into his chest, closing your eyes. “I don’t think so, I just made my girlfriend cry,” you giggled, actually laughing for the first time today.
“Yeah, but I still love you.”
“I don’t deserve you,” Joshua murmured, his cheek squished against the top of your head.
“Of course you deserve me, darling,” you gently put your hand on the back of his head, dragging your fingertips gently through his hair. “It was just a bad joke.”
also, i could not write proper angst for this one, as i have for the previous fics - but no matter how much i wanted i just couldn't picture joshua calling anyone intentionally clingy
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matt nsfw headcanons!
*these are about sex! if that makes you uncomfy, don’t read it!*
purple is you! blue is matt!
- he’s dominant but he’s not a sadist!! he doesn’t wanna hurt you but he wants to make you feel good so if spanking/choking/biting makes you feel good, he’ll do it
- he’s not afraid of being submissive tho! he’d love to be whimpering under you while you take control
“being such a good boy for me matty”
- loves to overstimulate you, loves seeing you squirm under him, unable to control yourself
- not a huge fan of doggy unless there’s a mirror, loves to watch your face and kiss you whenever he wants
- kinda insecure abt dildos n vibrators, wants to be the only one making you feel good
- always tells you to kiss him when you cum, when you ask him if you can cum, he’ll say kiss me which means yes lol
“mmph, matt can i cum please”
“kiss me princess”
- LOVES talking, praising and degrading you, you praising and degrading him (tell him how good he makes you feel, he’ll go crazy!)
“you feel so good around me baby”
“taking me so well”
“such a good whore for me”
“fuck you’re so deep inside me”
“you make me feel so fucking good”
“you’re such a good toy for me”
- loves when you give him head but he’ll never ask for it, giving gets him off
- doesn’t love spanking, he’s scared he’ll hurt you- he still wants to mark you tho so he’ll give you hickies like crazy
- same w hair pulling but you teach him how to do it the right way so he’s more comfy w it
- loves cuddling with you afterwards, can’t have sex and just leave, he needs the connection at the end or he has a huge drop
- loves when you ride him and use his cock to get yourself off
“look so pretty using my cock”
- cares abt you finishing obvs but he’s not gonna stop till he cums (part of the overstim thing)
- sometimes scared to ask for sex, unless he’s REALLY horny, in which case he will be super clingy and touchy until he’s forced to just ask
- (usually) up to trying almost anything, he just gets nervous
- would literally worship you if you let him, your body (and face duh) is his favorite thing to look at
- ^ it’s not even rly sexual he just thinks youre perfect
- desperately wants to ruin you, have you screaming, crying, shaking, but he’s so scared of hurting you
- munchy munch munch and he’s SO good at it
- ^literally idk what that man does but he always has you coming within thirty seconds
- “look at me” literally don’t try to close your eyes, wants to make eye contact at all times
“open those pretty eyes for me baby”
- NICKNAMES!!!
“be good for me baby”
“do you need me sweetheart?”
“taking me so well my love”
“feel how hard you make me slut”
“you wanna come pretty girl?”
“so good to me princess”
“my perfect whore”
- will send you videos (with sound) of him getting off if you guys can’t get together
- ^ doesn’t expect anything back, except words of praise
- will pick you up, not so much throwing you around bc he’s scared to hurt u lol
- he just wants you as close as possible
- loves when you ask him what bra/panties you should wear (obvs you look hot in whatever but he likes having control over small things)
-^ his fav is dark blue
- shirts off always, loves feeling your chests pressed together
- scratch him, bite him, smack him, he wants it all
- licking you EVERYWHERE
- always wants to cum inside you
-^ uses a condom! homie is responsible
- not rly a hand/feet guy, but he loves how small yours are compared to him
- won’t ask abt anal but if you suggest it he’s all abt it
- safe word is a must! always asks you what it is before hand, even if you’re not doing anything crazy, reminds you it’s ok to use it during
“tell me your safe word baby”
“use your safe word if it gets to be too much”
- loves your boobs!! he don’t gaf if they’re big or small, they’re boobs and he loves them! also big stomach and thigh guy (squishy)
- aftercare, aftercare, aftercare! literally whatever he can do. need water? he’s got it. need a bath? he’ll take one with you. wanna watch a movie? already has your fav on. wanna take a nap? say no more.
- ^ sex debrief!! wants to talk after, what did you like, what didn’t you like, what should he do more, etc. wants to make you feel as good as possible
i definitely had way too much fun with this, tell me how yall feel please, this is my hard launch into smut lmao. also please tell me if you see typos or anything lol. AND REQUEST STUFF, i have two matt fics and a chris one but after that i need ideas :)
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hey hi hello could u do a fic with toji fushiguro and maybe gojo?
one of them (or both 🤭) with a reader who has a very big attitude. like always making up comebacks, acting like a diva, etc. she also has really great hair and outfits. it can be sfw or nsfw—whichever one works better.
Hey! I hope you're doing good✨️ enjoy reading and keep requesting♡
Bratty reader x jjk men
Includes - Toji fushiguro, Gojo satoru
Tw⚠️- contains NSFW 🔞 minors dni
☆Toji fushiguro☆
At first, he's charmed by your attitude. Nobody ever dared to talk to him like that, but you, you were different.
You're gorgeous. He's in awe of the way you present yourself. From your hair to clothes, your figure and personality, everything is charismatic. Cherry on top is that attitude of yours. You know just what to say. Sometimes, it hurts his ego, but mostly, he enjoys that cute little smirk you have with every spicy comeback.
"Tojiiii, you always have to work on weekends," you whined. 'Some people need to work in order to earn money princess, unlike some who'll laze around the house munching on chips and then complaint they're getting fat.' He shot you a devilish smirk.
"Funny how you're still living under my roof when you work, and I laze around" getting closer to his ears you whisper - ' talk to me like that again and you'll be sleeping on street'
Acting like a brat? He'll make sure he punishes you.
◇NSFW◇
Toji fushiguro doesn't play when it comes to punishments.
He knows how to knock some discipline into your bratty self.
Will pound you from behind and makes you look in the mirror while you continually repeat- "I'm sorry daddy, I've been a brat!"
Degradation is toji's kink. Asks you to repeat things like 'who's sl*t you are' and makes you beg for forgiveness.
Fucks you hard all night until you pass out from all the orgasms you've had.
"Next time make sure your cu*t can keep up with your mouth princess"
☆Gojo satoru☆
Satoru is fun loving when it comes to you. He adores you so damn much that it doesn't matter how bratty you get sometimes.
One thing everyone knows about satoru is that, he's a very jealous man. He knows you're gorgeous. Your shiny locks, elegant clothing and beautiful skin....everything about you makes him crazy.
"Babyyyyyyy!! I miss your cuddles, you're always so busy" satoru groans. 'I can stop working as soon as you stop leaving your damn work unattended' you shrug.
"You're so mean I bet utahime would treat me alot more sweetly" he smirks. He's petty and he knows that. 'And I am pretty sure Kento would be my ideal match. He never complaints, always have my back, he's a great cook and above all......he's so hot!'
This was enough to throw satoru off the table. You're a mean brat and he NEEDS to cater to that.
◇NSFW◇
"Yeah?? Want to cum babygirl" your moans are slippery and eyes filled with tears. 'Toru ple-please' you whined.
Satoru edges you the whole night, reminding you who he his. "You're always so wet for me"
Asks you to moan his name louder and louder so that you know who's making you feel so good. Loves it when your mind breaks and the only thing you can think about or speak about his him.
"Weren't so sweet a while back? You think kento can take care of you like this? You think kento can make you feel like this? You think kento can make this cunt throb this much?"
Edges you to the climax multiple times but removes his hands until you cry and beg for his forgiveness.
I'll let you cum once I feel you're truly sorry. Till then....let's see how much this pu*sy can endure.
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#jujutsu kaisen#jujustsu kaisen x reader#jjk drabbles#jjk x reader#toji fushiguro#toji smut#jjk smut#toji x reader#gojo satoru#gojo x reader#gojo smut#bratty
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our beloved summer | jjk (06)
You made a vow to hate Jeon Jungkook ever since he packed up and left you without a single explanation, but when he shows up at your door after years of radio silence, it turns out that maybe your resolve isn’t as strong as you thought.
pairing: producer!jungkook x songwriter!reader
genre/warnings: exes au, fluff, angst, eventual smut, swearing, kissing (omg k1ss1ng omg WHO IS IT ??? 😦), tbh this is the only warning i wanted u guys to read cuz 6 chapters in and we finally get sum action i feel like that's a win lmaooooo, jimin being Real as fook, unbeta'd cuz uhm i'm a godless menace who should be conked on the head, once again we are severely lacking jk in his own fic lol i'm owning up to this 🤗 BUT! this is probably the last chapter where jk feels like a side character lol apologies my dudes
rating: PG-13
word count: 8.1k (honestly i wrote obs6 just so i could get to obs7 lmao that's why it's a lil bit shorter)
note: my apologies if this sucks. you are legally allowed to stone me if you hate it. but i hope you don't hate it. but if you do hate it don't tell me just stone me lol 🤐 why am i so unhinged with this update
series masterpost / playlist ; moodboards ; taglist
— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡
I can see you starin', honey
Like he's just your understudy
Like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me
Exile - Taylor Swift (ft. Bon Iver)
The picture is fucking terrible.
“Jimin, what the fuck,” you grumble, staring at the huge framed photo on the wall, taken on the day of the opening party. You, Taehyung and Jimin are gathered on the floor of the dance studio, with boxes of takeout neatly sitting between the three of you. “I look like ass.”
Jimin barely glances at the wall, just continues to stuff his face with the dumplings that you ordered. “You look fine,” he says absentmindedly, mouth full, continuing to munch on the food despite your little dilemma.
“Bitch, I have my eyes closed.”
“It’s not that bad.”
“I look like I’m in the middle of a sneeze.” You cross your arms in front of your chest, squinting at your photographed self again. The more you look at it, the more irritated you become.
Realistically, you know nobody would pay enough attention to notice the immortalized visual of your fluttering eyes, and you yourself wouldn’t care about it that much. Maybe you would even laugh in good spirits and poke fun at yourself as you often do. Make a meme of it for the group chat.
“What’s the big deal?” Jimin asks.
You shrug petulantly. “I told you. I look like ass.”
Yeah, true, but it’s also more than that.
It’s the fact that the person standing next to you looks so good that you must voice your grievances. It’s the fact that he looks so much more than just good.
The guys stop eating to look at you. You wonder just how much of what you’re feeling is written all over your face. Regardless, they don’t comment on it.
One of them clears his throat, shaking the whole thing off.
“Did you tell Yoongi anything yet?” Jimin asks.
You poke at a lone dumpling with your chopsticks, popping the ‘p’ when you say, “Nope.”
“Damn, Y/N,” Jimin scolds you. “It’s been three weeks. He doesn’t want to push you for an answer but the man has got to be suffering.”
You flick a piece of spring onion garnish at him. It lands on his hair, a single bit of green sitting among golden locks. “I don’t know what to tell him!”
“What do you mean you don’t know?” Jimin shakes the onion piece from his head and chucks it back at you. “Obviously you say yes!”
You exhale through your nose, then take a bite of your dumpling. You nibble on the fried dough, stretching out the silence, delaying your response.
It hasn’t even started, and it might not even start. But you’re already thinking about all the things that could go wrong. Yoong is your friend, first and foremost. He’s a good friend, and you would be crushed if you lose that relationship.
What if he hurts you, or you hurt him?
Sometimes, people are meant to hurt each other even if they don’t mean to.
Yoongi hasn’t seen your pieces in all of their jagged glory, how they’re only meant to reflect the light but never be healed by it. He’s still blissfully unaware of the ugly thoughts that have a home inside your head, and you’re afraid if you let him in, he’d realize it’s a place he doesn’t want to be. It’s hard to love a broken thing. You wouldn’t want to love you either.
Maybe this is the real reason that’s been holding you back all this time. Maybe it isn’t Jungkook - though he certainly isn’t absolved - but it’s you, and how you just don’t know if you’re someone who deserves to love and be loved. You’ve felt inadequate more times than you can count. You’ve been left before. Who’s to say it isn’t going to happen again?
You’re well aware that this is a bad way to look at things, but can anyone really blame you? You still have a heart, and despite how fragmented it is, you still want to protect it.
“I know that look,” Taehyung says, parting your fog and pulling you back to him. “You’re overthinking again.”
You roll your eyes. He knows you so well, but does he have to call you out every time?
“I’m not overthinking. I’m regular thinking.”
“Right. And to normal people, that’s overthinking.”
“It’s just…” you wonder out loud, gaze on the floor. “What if I go all in, and Yoongi sees me for who I am and thinks that I’m just an utterly sad person who can’t be loved? That I’m too much work when he’s got literally thousands of people throwing themselves at him left and right?”
Taehyung stares at the side of your face as he bites the inside of his cheek. His tongue soothes the spot, his jaw clenching once. “He’s not going to think that.”
“You don’t know that,” you say, the corners of your mouth tugging down.
“You’re not unlovable just because one person didn’t love you right. So stop it with that bullshit, because I love you,” he says, voice serious. Even Jimin stays silent as he listens to his friend, his eyes flickering between you and Taehyung. “And Jimin loves you. Hobi loves you.”
You merely blink, because you hate it when he’s right. In all fairness, you understand. This is the same thing you would tell him if the situation were reversed.
You deflect anyway. That’s what you do best.
“You don’t count,” you tell him with an unserious scoff, your tone starkly contrasting his. “You’re my family.”
You taste something bitter as soon as the words leave your mouth. You should know better than anyone, that just because someone’s your family, doesn’t mean they have to love you.
Taehyung reenacts the blinking guy meme before chuckling, holding a hand over his chest like you’ve just wounded him. “Ouch.”
“You two are getting nowhere,” Jimin interjects. “Just call Yoongi.”
“And say what?” you ask.
“I told you. Say yes. God, you’re so dense sometimes.”
You reach over to jab a finger into his side, making him hiss and shuffle away from you.
“That wasn’t nice,” you grumble.
“Well, somebody’s gotta say it.” He gives you a look, eyebrows raised for a few seconds before he lowers them and grows more stern. “Come on, Y/N. You know you don’t want to say no, or else you would’ve turned him down already. You said you wanted to start dating again. Yoongi is practically on his knees offering himself to you. What are you waiting for?”
There’s a voice in the back of your head - tiny, barely audible - that whispers, Who are you waiting for?
“Fuck it, I’ll say it,” Jimin continues. “It sucks balls that Jungkook hurt you, but you can’t let that affect you for the rest of your life. Not everyone is going to hurt you. You’re not even giving Yoongi a chance just because someone else did you dirty. If you keep always thinking about the worst possible outcome and banking on it to happen, then you’re never going to get anywhere. I love you, dude, but y’know.”
You stare at Jimin with your mouth slightly open, stunned into silence. When you glance at Taehyung, he’s surprised too, though probably not as much as you.
After a couple of minutes, you say, “Wow.”
“Tough love. I have my moments.” Jimin shrugs casually, like he didn’t just drop a truth bomb on your head. “But also…” He picks his phone up and types something in. Your phone instantly buzzes with a notification.
“Open the link I just sent you,” he says.
“You are literally sitting across from me.”
“Just open it! I made you a playlist.”
“Aw, Jimin, that’s so cute,” you coo softly, reaching over to pinch his cheek before he swats your hand away. You unlock your phone to see what Jimin made you, because that is some friendship hall of fame stuff right there. However, when the link redirects you to your music app, your smile immediately drops.
Aaand he’s back.
You stare at the screen for a good ten seconds to try and find your bearings, flabbergasted at something that is quite honestly very on-brand for Jimin if you think about it. “You made me a playlist called Dick Appointment with an eggplant emoji and the tongue out emoji and it’s mostly just Yoongi’s songs. Even the playlist cover is from his Valentino shoot.”
“So you can get it on while Agust D plays in the background!” Jimin grins, and you could just smack it right off his face.
“Park Jimin, who raised you? You are vile.”
“Validate me,” he demands. Oh, you would smack him. You really would. “I spent hours making that playlist.”
“It’s literally just Yoongi’s songs.”
“Yeah, but I had to curate an experience. I can’t just dump every song into a playlist and call it a day. I gotta make sure they fit the vibe.”
“I literally just heard the most profound shit from you not even two minutes ago.” Then, you turn to Taehyung with an exasperated look on your face. “Why would you let him do this?”
He just waves a dismissive hand in the air, like Jimin isn’t even there. “I’m not responsible for the stupid shit he does.”
Jimin crosses his arms in front of his chest, both eyebrows raised dramatically as he gapes at you. “You both suck. From now on, you can make your own sexytime playlists.”
“Nobody even asked you to do that!” you cry.
“Yeah! Which makes me an even more considerate friend,” he says. “Ugh. Whatever. Go call Yoongi.”
“You want me to do it now?”
“Yes. Because I know you’ll wuss out when you’re alone. You can stay and put him on speakers for us to hear or you can go out into the hallway. Come on, chop chop.”
“No, I have to text him first,” you protest. “What if he’s busy?”
Jimin narrows his eyes at you suspiciously, but allows you this after a moment. “Fine.”
You take out your phone from your bag that’s lying carelessly on the floor to draft a quick message to Yoongi.
[12:59] You: got a minute?
The three of you go back to the food, abandoning the previous topic of conversation in favor of something lighter and meaningless or else you would go crazy waiting for Yoongi’s reply. After you’re finished, you and Taehyung are in the middle of putting away all the empty containers and soda cans when your phone buzzes again.
You go to grab it to look at the notification, hands already starting to sweat.
[13:17] Yoongi: for you? always :)
You turn back to the guys to find them already looking at you. Jimin wiggles his eyebrows suggestively while Taehyung just stares at you.
“Time to get your whore on,” Jimin says in an exaggeratedly sultry voice.
You turn to Taehyung for help. “He’s bullying me.”
“Ignore him,” your best friend tells you gently. “Go call Yoongi.”
When you take your phone out into the hallway, you make sure to go to the far end of it, near the main entrance so the two dorks can’t eavesdrop. You’ll tell them everything once you come back anyway, but you don’t want them within earshot while you’re in the middle of it.
Yoongi picks up your call on the third ring. In the background, your ear picks up on some chatter.
“Hey, princess,” he greets you. Then he holds the phone away from his ear to tell someone that he’d be back in a bit.
“Hey,” you say. “Where are you?”
“Just at a fitting. I have an ad campaign to film next week,” he answers. “Did you call just to get my whereabouts?”
“No, I… If you’re busy, we can talk later.”
“We’re still in the middle of lunch break anyway. What did you want to talk about?”
You briefly regret not taking a minute to psych yourself up before. You suck in a deep breath, which eases your nerves for just a second, long enough for you to say, “Yes.”
You’re met with brief silence from the other end of the line, which only makes your palms more clammy than they already are.
“Yes?” he echoes confusedly. “Yes what?”
“Yes,” you say again. “To…”
The silence commences once more, and lasts longer than you think you can handle. Then, you hear him stop in the middle of a breath.
“Oh.” A subsequent chuckle in response to the lightbulb that must’ve been switched on. “To that?”
“...Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes.”
It feels like you two have invented a secret language that nobody else could understand. A single syllable, bouncing off the metaphorical walls of your conversation. Two idiots sharing the same brain cell.
“Yes?” he continues to prod, but at this point, you know he’s just teasing you.
“Yes! God, stop making me say it again. We sound so stupid.”
He graces you with a hearty laugh that makes you fight back a sheepish smile, even though there isn’t a single soul in sight to witness it. Yoongi makes you so fucking shy for some reason. Your nerves dissolve momentarily as you lean against the wall, your index finger running along a crack in the paint.
“Hmm, I wish you would’ve told me this in person,” he says, his voice soft.
“I can’t handle you in person. You’d tease me so much.”
“Because you’re adorable when you’re flustered, that’s why.” He waits a second before adding, “You’re blushing right now, aren’t you?”
“You’re being overly confident, Min.”
“Maybe,” he responds easily. “But am I right, though?”
“Shut up.”
When Yoongi said he would cook for you, you almost gasped.
“You can cook?” you had asked. It wasn’t an earth-shattering revelation or anything, but you suppose you’d never given much thought to the hidden sides of him.
“Y/N,” he laughed then. “I’m a great cook. I could probably make a pretty decent career out of being a chef.”
“I didn’t know that,” you told him sheepishly.
“There’s a lot of things you still need to know about me.” It sounded like a promise. Like I’m willing to show you me. Like I’m willing to take the first step if you’d be in this with me too. “Does that sound like a good idea? You, me, dinner at your place?”
“My place?”
“Yeah, so you’ll be more comfortable. I’ll come over.”
This one simple gesture shouldn’t affect you that much, but it does. You appreciate that he’s considerate even when it comes to the littlest things. You swell with gratitude for the thought he puts into this, into putting your comfort first. It made you feel a bit better about yourself, calmed your stormy sea of thoughts enough to rationally accept the fact that he genuinely cares.
Regardless, it doesn’t stop you from spending most of the day obsessively cleaning your apartment. Even - and especially - your bedroom, although you’re sure that is not where the night will end. Every surface is spotless, not a single speck of dust to be found. It’s like the goddamn Pope is coming over for a house inspection.
You haven’t had a first date in… fuck, how long has it been now? Nine years? It’s almost been a fucking decade already? You honestly can’t tell if that’s embarrassing or not.
But you remember the last time.
College, freshman year, with Jungkook. His yellow piece of sticky note that he slipped inside your favorite book. His adorably flustered expression when he timidly stood in front of you in the campus library. The way he was trying so hard to be confident and charming throughout your first dinner together. How he ran back to you after saying goodnight.
No.
You shut your eyes and shake your head, warding off any Jungkook-related thoughts before they could send you spiraling. You can’t reminisce about your ex while waiting for someone else to show. Yoongi deserves better, and that’s what you’re trying to be.
You’re not exactly sure how nice you should dress tonight. Yoongi told you that you could be clad in sweats for all he cares. If the dinner didn’t hold any connotation other than platonic, maybe you would’ve really donned your loungewear like you were merely having Taehyung and Jimin over for pizza.
You’d completely forgotten all the things people worry about in the early stages of dating, when you want to impress the other person but don’t want them to think that you’re trying too hard.
Calm down. It’s just Yoongi. He’s seen you ugly crying with mascara running down your face, for fuck’s sake.
In the end, you opt for a sweater and a comfortable skirt. Casual.
Yoongi rings your doorbell about ten minutes later than when he said he’d be there, holding a bag full of groceries. The visual alone makes you bite back a giggle and subsequently fail. You believe this is what people would call husband material.
You take his coat and guide him into your home. “Welcome to my humble abode,” you say shyly, gesturing around as you lead him into the kitchen to show him where everything is. Why are you acting like this? This isn’t you. If Taehyung or Jimin could see you right now, they would probably laugh. Hoseok would straight up be rolling on the floor.
You barely breathe as you watch Yoongi take in his surroundings. It’s intimidating, even though you know it’s just Yoongi.
“I actually don’t know what I expected, but I like it. It’s very you,” he comments, smiling.
“What does that mean?”
“It means that it’s cute,” he says, throwing you a wink as he leans against your kitchen counter.
You avert your gaze immediately. “Oh… Thanks,” you reply, fiddling with the hem of your sweater. “So, uhm, what are you making? How can I help?”
“Just sit down. I got this.”
“Yoongi,” you say his name in protest. “I want to h-”
“I’m trying to romance you here. Let me do that,” Yoongi says, his smile turning lopsided as he starts emptying the contents of his grocery bags. Even though his tone is light, the gentle reminder of tonight being a date shuts you right up.
You take a seat at your dining table, though you can’t really sit still. As Yoongi starts working, you absentmindedly talk to each other about your day, about his campaign, about Seokjin’s album. At one point, you get up to creep over to his side when the smell of whatever he’s making becomes more prominent. You try to peek at the pot, curious, but he just shoos you away by bumping his hip against yours.
When you give him a small pout, you pretend not to notice the way his eyes dart to your mouth. You retract yourself from his personal space, choosing a spot on the other side of your kitchen island, staring at his back as he works.
You watch him expertly navigate your kitchen like he’s been here before. When he’s finished, he makes you sit down, not even letting you help bring the food to the table.
“What is it?” you ask once he’s settled in his seat, everything plated in front of you.
“Kimchi jjigae,” he says, a proud look on his face. “My mom’s recipe.”
It’s endearing, and it makes you smile.
For the most part, Yoongi lets you eat in peace, though there’s still a couple of flirtatious comments here and there. Every time it comes, you bite down on your bottom lip to try and snap out of that daze before you cough, as if that would help tone down the colors adorning your face. There’s no verbal response from you, and it seems like Yoongi doesn’t expect one either, because he just chuckles. You think he must notice the palpable nervousness that radiates off of you, but it’s not like you’re doing a very good job at hiding it.
You’re taking baby steps and he knows it. The fact that you even agreed to this at all is already major progress.
When you’re done eating, he clears the table while he asks you to open the expensive bottle of wine that he brought over. It does wonders for your nerves.
Three glasses in and you’re visibly more relaxed as you both sit on the couch in the living room, facing each other. There’s a small smile on your face that you can’t help, maybe it’s some of your inhibitions wearing off as a side effect of the alcohol.
You glance around the room, and you take in the sight of Yoongi sitting here, this close to you. He feels bigger than your small world can handle.
“You know,” you start. If the wine didn’t make you more mellow, you probably wouldn’t be saying this. “There are thousands of people thirsting over you every day.”
Yoongi tilts his head, swirling the wine in his glass. “Really?”
“Don’t you look at the internet? I personally know two girls from college who are on the Yoongi Marry Me train,” you say matter-of-factly, like you aren’t borderline tipsy in front of him.
You aren’t an avid Twitter user, but every time you check the damn bird app, Yoongi is almost always trending. In every single one of his posts on social media, there is always an influx of comments asking him to marry them. Not only that, when word first got out about you collaborating with Agust D back then, people you knew - both old friends and acquaintances - practically bombarded your messages to see if it was true, and to ask if you could get them an autograph.
Yoongi stretches out his legs until they brush against yours. Your stomach flips even though it’s only your legs that are barely touching.
“The what train?”
“You seriously don’t know about the Yoongi Marry Me movement? Look it up. It’s a whole thing. People would do anything to, I don’t know, hold your hand or something.”
With an amused look on his face, he holds your gaze. “Would you?”
“What?”
“Would you do all of that just to hold my hand? Because you don’t have to, y’know.” He brings the wine glass to his lips, partially hiding his face from you, and you don’t know whether he’s doing it for your sake or his in preparation for the words he speaks next. “But I would do it to hold yours.”
You’re sure that your cheeks are burning bright, your stomach twisted in knots. It’s the wine, but it’s definitely the effect of his words too. You stare at Yoongi in surprise; no matter how many times he openly flirts with you, he’d still elicit the same reaction from you. It’ll be hard to get used to it. He just always seems to know what to say to make you blush like a schoolgirl, which you resent but you can’t deny the sparks of excitement that make your fingertips tingle.
Yoongi is smooth, and it’s even worse - or is it better? You haven’t decided yet - that you know he means every word he says. It makes you feel… wanted. It’s good to know that he’s being genuine, and to know that Yoongi isn’t the type of person who would ever pull the rug out from under you.
Yoongi is… stable.
You suppose, after everything you’ve been through, that stability is what you need. It’s good for you.
You try to swerve around the thoughts, to avoid them at all costs, but deep down you know now that they’re glaringly true.
That love is stored in two bags of groceries, so filled to the brim that some onions almost fall out. Love is stored in every flick of his wrist holding a knife, slicing the sharp blade across your cutboard. Clean cuts, yet he’s never this way when it comes to you.
Love is stored in a fond smile and adoring eyes when he sees how you cradle your expensive dishware like it’s a newborn baby before you set it carefully on the table.
Love is stored in a Yoongi-shaped silhouette, dancing over your countertops with practiced precision in every movement, filling in the cracks of your home. The love in him is reserved because you, like the moon when it crescents, still have a ways to go.
When he stands at your door an hour later with his coat in hand, you wait for him to speak first.
“Performance review?” he asks. “How did I do?”
“I… liked it. It was nice,” you say honestly. But you still feel the wine in your system, and it makes you bold enough to tease him for a change. “But it was my first date in a while, so it’s hard to tell if that opinion is objective.”
He rolls his eyes fondly. “Do I qualify for a second date then?”
You hum in thought, making him wait on purpose. “Yeah, I guess,” you say, feigning nonchalance, which earns you a hearty laugh.
“What are you doing tomorrow night?” he asks, hopeful.
“Don’t know yet,” you answer, though you’ll probably end up going home and catching up on a kdrama. “Are you coming in tomorrow?”
“Just in the morning. I have a shoot in the afternoon.” He shifts to lean his weight on his other leg, tipping his body closer to you. “But I can pick you up after.”
“Yeah? And where would we go?”
Yoongi shrugs in earnest. “Just drive around? Grab a bite?” he thinks out loud, tilting his head slightly to one side for emphasis. “I could take you to that popup store you mentioned.”
You quirk an eyebrow. “You would stand in line with me to buy a novelty mug?”
“Pretty sure we wouldn’t have to stand in line if I gave them a call,” he says, grinning. “One of the perks of the job, y’know.”
“Must be nice,” you laugh, then shift to lean just a tad closer to him. You look at him for a brief moment before you agree, “Yeah, okay.”
You and Yoongi stand there at the door, each of you on either side of the threshold. This would be an appropriate moment for a kiss, you think. That explosive first kiss, if this were a movie. Exhilaration courses through your veins. You feel it from your head to the tips of your fingers to your toes. The feeling is rendering you a mere teenager again.
It’s exciting because it’s new. You have the entire book ahead of you, waiting to be written. At this point, anything could happen. You’re a blank canvas waiting to be drawn, a blank page hoping to be written.
Wait.
Back up.
A kiss?
A kiss?!
With Yoongi?
You’re thinking about kissing Yoongi?!
Fuck.
Fuck?!
It’s the wine.
Your thoughts knock against each other like bumper cars, echoing loudly in your brain that it almost gives you a headache.
You stay still as Yoongi leans down, your heart racing while your brain just keyboard-smashes. You can’t tell if you want him to kiss you or not, but when he only presses his lips against your cheek, you feel two emotions at once.
The first is disappointment, the second is relief. They press down on you with almost equal force, and you’re not really sure which one weighs heavier.
Baby steps.
You blink when he pulls away, and he just smiles fondly at you as if he can read your mind.
“Goodnight, princess.”
You watch him until he’s in the elevator, until the doors close and the lift descends. Even when you know that he must be on his way to his car and that someone else is making their way up, you stand there, with your hand loosely wrapped around the door handle, your breathing slightly erratic as you process what just happened.
Déjà vu?
It’s oddly reminiscent.
You’ve been here before.
Part of you thinks he’ll burst through the elevator doors, or rush up the stairs if the lift is occupied, and come back to grab your face and kiss you senseless.
He doesn’t.
Jungkook knows you’re probably waiting for Yoongi.
He’s seen Yoongi pick you up after work almost daily over the past couple of weeks, and it’s driving him insane. Even on the days that Yoongi comes to the studio during the day, the guy is all over you, so much so that he doesn’t even bother being a nuisance to Jungkook anymore, which just makes him a thousand times more insufferable.
Something is happening.
He can’t weasel shit out of Jimin anymore because Jimin has been especially tight-lipped after accidentally spilling Yoongi’s confession to you.
Because that should be him in Yoongi’s place. Or should he say his place, and Yoongi is just a placeholder. An imposter.
Because it used to be him that you smiled shyly at.
Jimin’s words have been plaguing his every waking hour since he was forced to hear them. If she wants to choose Yoongi, let her do that too. It feels like he’s rewinding all of your memories, retracing them with cautious fingers only to find that his every footstep is being erased to make room for someone else.
An abandoned dirt road, while you walk down a flower-filled path holding someone else’s hand.
Like you’re stamping him out.
Like he was never there at all.
Not only are you denying him a chance, you’re giving it to someone else. When he tries to move at someone else’s pace, all he gets is left behind.
It’s not about Yoongi; or at least, it’s not just about him. Yoongi doesn’t even really matter to Jungkook in this equation. It’s about what Yoongi represents. An idea of a person that Jungkook can never be.
A bigger life. A stable present and an even brighter future. Yoongi is everything better than him.
And that’s his own problem to deal with, not anyone else’s. At the end of the day, no one has to live with his insecurities but himself.
But still, he can’t help it. Whenever he sees you with Yoongi, his eyes burn. Please don’t let him take my place, he wishes every time, you’re the only good thing about me.
It’s jealousy, sure, of course it’s there.
But what if you realize what everyone else already knows? That Yoongi is better in every single way. That Yoongi is the person who really deserves you.
What if you start to see Jungkook the way he sees himself?
You hating him - despising him with every cell in your body - is a thousand times better than you deeming him unworthy.
“I talked to Jihyo,” he speaks up suddenly, when it’s only the two of you.
“Okay,” you answer, never taking your eyes off the page in front of you. You must have circled the words daisy a thousand times already, wracking your brain for anything that rhymes. “I don’t know why you’re telling me this, but good for you.”
At this point, you wonder if you should just avoid the studio for the time being. It’s empty here again. You resent Seokjin for drowning in concept photos. You resent Namjoon for leaving Jungkook here to fend for himself, but it’s only fair, because Namjoon was only supposed to give him a helping hand, not take over the whole thing. You even resent Yoongi a bit, for not being here right this second.
“I talked to her,” Jungkook says again, ignoring your sass. “She won’t give you a hard time anymore.”
This makes you look at him. You never asked him to do this. You never asked him to do anything. In fact, you have only ever implored him to sit still and leave things alone.
“She never gave me a hard time,” you say. Sure, you don’t appreciate being given the death glare first thing in the morning, but it’s not something that you can’t ignore. It doesn’t actively affect you, and the only reason Jihyo does it is because of Jungkook.
Because he broke things off with her?
Because he gives you more attention?
Ugh. Attention?
This is the stupidest and most childish thing you have had to think about in ages.
“You said she acts differently toward you.”
“And aren’t you the reason why?” you counter. “Because you two were fucking?”
Jungkook visibly winces at your words, like he did when you mentioned it the first time in the break room. You don’t mean to be snarky; you’re just stating the facts. They were hooking up.
You don’t harbor any ill will toward any of his past lovers, and that includes Jihyo. You know she doesn’t have anything against you either, at least not on a personal level because you don’t know each other well enough to do so. She’s just someone you pass by every day on your way to the elevator.
“So why did things end?” you ask just for the sake of it, since he was the one who brought it up. But you’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious.
He hesitates for a moment. “She wanted something more and it wasn’t the same for me.”
It’s stupid that the tiny voice in the back of your head resurfaces, hoping that you were the reason why he couldn’t pursue things with another woman.
Jihyo isn’t you, that much is clear. You never asked for anything more from him, not once from start to finish. He was always the first one to pour love into you. It’s arguable which one of you loved the other more - maybe you loved each other equally, just in different ways - but it was a fact that Jungkook always took the initiative. He made the first move so you wouldn’t have to. He gave you the option to match his affection, and never have to worry about being left out to dry.
He took initiative, right until the very end.
You bite your bottom lip, then give him a curt response, “Okay.”
Your phone vibrates with a text from Yoongi but you don’t open it just yet. You look at Jungkook, who only looks back at you. His lips part slightly as he searches for the right words, or any word at all. It’s like you’re asking him to navigate a minefield when all he has to do is be honest. Even if he told you that he fell out of love with you, it wouldn’t be that bad. You would be hurt, yes, but you wouldn’t blame him. You would understand. It would be a reason.
Silence fills the room, save for the continuous tapping of your pen on paper.
He says your name, pleading. “I’m trying here.”
At Jimin’s party, Jungkook said you were someone important to him. You don’t doubt that he meant it, and that’s what infuriates you the most. You’re important, but he keeps running circles around you and making your head spin. You’re important, but everything he’s done makes you think that you’re the opposite. You’re important, just not important enough to get an explanation.
You know he’s genuine about everything he says, but that’s not enough. You can’t sustain yourself on just his words alone.
It’s another cycle of the same conversation, running over and over and over again. He’s reaching out but he’s holding back. You’re still getting nowhere. You don’t know how many times he has to make you ask this, only to not give you any clarity at all.
If there is a trait of Jungkook’s that you both love and hate at the same time, it is that he doesn’t know when to quit.
He texts you every day even when you don’t reply - one for good morning, and one for goodnight. He gets you a chai latte every day, which doesn’t do shit for your concentration because there’s not enough caffeine in it. He gets the door for you whenever you go into the same room together. He hounds your every waking moment. He makes sure that he’s the first thing you see when you wake up, and the last thought that crosses your mind before you go to sleep.
I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.
You suppose this is him, showing up again. In a lot of ways, it’s selfish. But it’s an effort too. Now your phone is full of meaningless messages that remain unread.
You barely glance at him. It’s routine at this point. He tries in ways that you don’t bother acknowledging anymore, because you figured that the best course of action is to let him wear himself out. When he has had enough of it, when he deems his efforts to be enough to absolve his guilt, he’ll stop. He has to.
But at what point does it stop?
At what point will you stop wanting to give in to him? Your mind rages wars with itself every time you feel his eyes on you, and you have to kill the urge to not turn your head and look at him too. At what point will you stop wanting to go to him and let him in again? At what point will you stop unconsciously making him a priority?
All of this, you supposed, is to say: Do you still love him?
You know that if you sit down and get to the root of it, you’ll find an answer you don’t like. Even in this moment, you want him to tell you just a fraction of the truth, because that would probably be enough to reel you back in.
Your own heart claws at your chest but this is how it has to be for a while. All you can do is take it one day at a time, gently nudge your heart in one direction like a child that needs to be goaded, until he doesn’t live on the forefront of your mind anymore.
Until someone else does.
“No, you’re not.” You stand up then, closing your notebook with more force than necessary. “If you’re really trying, then I wouldn’t still be wondering why I wasn’t enough to make you stay.”
Even then, you’re still hoping that he’d say something else. But when you’re only met with silence, the anticipated disappointment in you bubbles, boiling. His reluctance to clue you in makes it easier for you to decide.
There's someone else who's willing to give you things that you don't even need to ask for.
In your mind, it's clear who you should choose.
Jungkook clenches his teeth, holding his breath as he watches you shove your things into your bag. “Are you going home?” he asks after a minute.
You could say yes and let the conversation die a swift and simple death. But for some reason, you choose to kill it violently. You bite the inside of your cheek before you tell him, “I don’t know. Yoongi’s picking me up.”
The chagrinned look that takes over his features for a split second is one that you immediately catch. Maybe it’s because he wants to make sure you know how he feels about this, or maybe you still have a way of reading him somehow. Regardless of what his face tells you, he doesn’t prod any further.
Your phone vibrates on the table, the sound ten times more thunderous amidst the silence that’s befallen the both of you. You don’t need to check the screen to know who’s calling, and neither does he. When you leave, the sound of your fading footsteps ricochets off the walls. It shoots right through him.
He hears every word of that conversation ringing in his ears then. He recalls that afternoon’s sunset; it was the most beautiful sunset he saw that year, despite the sun overhead mocking him with every magnificent glint of light. He sees the look on your face when his words finally register in your mind, the Oh moment when you understood what he was saying, when the smile you wore sunk helplessly to the floor because even though you knew that love had an expiration date, you hoped your love would be the exception.
That memory fades, only to be replaced by something much worse. He sits there with Jimin’s words, echoing in his mind, reverberating around the room.
Technically, you and Yoongi haven’t been on a second date. You think.
You’ve seen him almost every night since the dinner, when he picks you up at the studio. Sometimes, you two just drive around. Sometimes, you sit by the river in the cold, eating hot ramen cups and giggling over nothing. Sometimes, he just takes you straight to your home if he has a packed schedule the next day.
These days, you see Yoongi even more than you see Taehyung. Even though he hasn’t explicitly implied that any of these outings is a date, you know you aren’t hanging out as just friends anymore.
It feels good to be wanted. The feeling is reinforced tenfold because it’s been so long that it’s like you’re experiencing it for the first time in a new body, as a different person.
But even after all of that, you two can still go back to being friends like nothing ever happened. Because in a way, maybe nothing did happen. Maybe things have always been like this between you, the only difference is now you’re noticing the meaning behind his words and glances.
You two can still go back, because technically, no line has been crossed.
But tonight, something feels different. It’s colder, but Yoongi keeps you warm with all the looks he’s been giving you all night.
It feels like you’re both toeing that line right now.
You know that once you cross it, things can’t revert back to the way they were anymore.
You know that it will happen eventually, because Yoongi isn’t doing this just to half-ass it. He won’t back out, and he has made it crystal clear from the start.
Usually, this is the part where he tells you goodnight and you have to pretend not to freak out when he kisses you on the cheek in goodbye.
He takes a step closer, you take no step back.
“You know what I’m about to do, right?”
You do. You could say you’re even hopeful.
“I might have an idea…”
“Okay,” he says easily. He takes your waist in his hands and brings you closer. The way the corner of his mouth tugs upward tells you that he’s pleased, that you know what’s about to come and you’re letting it happen. Still, he asks, “Can I?”
You nod. That glowing sensation washes over you in waves.
“Words, princess,” he reminds you.
Your hands land on the lapel of his coat. “Yes, you can.”
He chuckles, and squeezes you a little tighter.
Then it happens.
The line you clumsily drew in the sand has been erased.
Yoongi is kissing you.
You’re kissing him back.
He’s soft and warm and he holds you like you’re delicate. His sincerity, you can feel it in his kiss, and it’s only a fraction of it. Regardless, there is still life that blooms this winter. Inside of you, small and fragile, but it’s there.
You sigh into his mouth, feeling completely limbless if not for him holding your body upright. One of his arms wounds itself tighter around your middle while his other hand tucks your hair behind your ear so he could cup your cheek more easily. Yoongi tilts his head further to one side to deepen the kiss. You feel something in his kiss that you have never heard in his words, something soft and pleading. Wanting but still contained. Out of fear that you might run away, perhaps? You can’t blame him though. You are a bit of a flight risk.
The wind dances past like a nosy bystander, pressing you further into him like it wants you to be more sure in the way you move, in how much of yourself you’re willing to give to him. Instead, the cold just makes you shiver.
When you break away, his hand on your face moves to hold the back of your head. Yoongi doesn’t look half as flushed as you think you do, though his cheeks are slightly rosy.
Through a thin veil of clouds, the moon still shines down on his profile.
The chill in the air, the mesmerizing view of moonlight dancing across his features, and most of all, the way you’re still lost in the kiss, in the feeling of being wanted.
“C’mon, I’ll walk you up,” he says, after you stay silent for a beat too long, hooded eyes basking in the warmth of a heart chasing your own. You want to want him. You do want him, but there’s still something missing. It doesn’t feel entirely right, but for now, you try not to dwell on it too much. Just let it be. Maybe in time, that void will inevitably fill.
Yoongi holds your hand through the lobby and on the whole way up even if neither of you says anything, just shy glances in the elevator and bashful half-hidden smiles. You don’t invite him in once you get to your door - because an invite now insinuates something that you just aren’t ready for - but he does kiss you again. If the kiss you shared downstairs is a proper goodnight kiss, then this one means see you later and doesn’t last half as long, but it makes you tingle just the same.
He pulls back, only to dive in again, and again, and again, until one chaste kiss turns into five and you have to push him away with a giggle so you can breathe.
“Sorry,” he mumbles, eyes still set on your mouth. “Couldn’t help myself.”
“Yoongi,” you say, a little breathily, like oxygen hasn’t sufficiently made its way into your lungs since downstairs.
He rests his forehead against yours. “You’ve never said my name like that before,” he sighs.
“Like what?”
“Like you want me to kiss you again.”
You tug your bottom lip between your teeth and pretend to consider this even though you know you would like to be kissed again. “Maybe I do,” you say after a beat, bravely. “Just one more.”
He gives you your final kiss of the night then, one that lasts a second longer than the others, like he’s trying to memorize how you taste.
You head in once Yoongi is out of sight. You lean your body against the door the second you snap the lock shut. You touch your lips lightly, reliving those moments again even though they happened mere seconds ago. You’re buzzing with excitement like a schoolgirl, every feeling coursing through your body all at once.
You’re familiar with this. It’s the stage right before every love song you listen to suddenly reminds you of that one person.
You go through your regular evening routine with a pep in your step, thanks to a certain person tonight. You take off your carefully applied makeup and take a nice, hot shower. You think the heat would help melt away the high that you’re riding - like you’ve had too much coffee to drink and now your senses are beyond heightened - but it doesn’t. Once you’re fresh and comfortable in your PJs, you still feel that jittery feeling seeping through your pores, keeping you awake. There’s a message from Yoongi that tells you he has made it home safely.
It’s still early, and you’re far too restless to go to bed. You decided to brew yourself a mug of chamomile tea, even though you don’t even like chamomile and you can’t remember why you even have it, but they say that apparently chamomile is good for sleep. You decide to take the mug into the living room to sort through your mini mountain of mail that should’ve been dealt with days ago.
Sitting underneath that pile of junk mail and letters addressed to the previous tenant even though you’ve lived here for nearly two years, is a cream-colored card addressed to you. The material feels smooth under your fingertips, like velvet if that’s even possible. Inside, there are two names - one you recognize and another you don’t - typed out in a fancy calligraphy font and encircled by pretty flowers, all pinks and whites and romantic.
The saccharine sensation associated with the thought of Yoongi dissipates instantly. Instead, your mind blanks, only to buzz to life again momentarily with a newfound sinking feeling dragging you down.
You suddenly realize that Jungkook hasn’t crossed your mind once tonight. Not until now. That crestfallen look in his eyes from the other night appears in your mind again, clear as day.
You are, quite literally, holding someone’s declaration of love and yet, it’s not joy that you feel, having been asked to join them on their special day.
You never thought you would see Jungkook’s family again - even though you always adored his parents and you felt that they loved you too - let alone receive an invitation to his brother’s wedding.
remember when y'all said u wanted a wedding?? well u didn't say whose wedding 😌
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Can u do a reaction of members where the reader is the one pursuing/courting them??? 💗😁 thank you thank you so much 😙
TXT REACTION TO YOU COURTING/PURSUING THEM
pairing: OT5 (separate) x reader
synopsis: what they think and how they'd react to you courting them + scenario and headcanons
word count: 2.1k words
content warning: it gets unhinged the more you read, non-idol au, cheesy dialogue and scenes
note: idk what I wrote and it took me some time to do this so I'm so sorry anon 😭 but I hope you enjoy, please tell me what you think! reblogs and feedback is appreciated 🫶🏻
SOOBIN
He's somewhat unaware that you're courting him and it doesn't help the fact that he's oblivious, too. So for him to realize that you're trying to court him, it would have to be something that doesn't require him to second guess. The only way for him to know is for you to be direct with him.
"You've been bringing me so much food lately," he says, opening the bento with a smile. "What's the occasion?"
Your lips form into a pout, folding the cloth that you used to wrap around the bento you made for him.
The frustrations you've felt came crashing down on you all of a sudden. It's either you tell him directly or he will continue to see your actions as nothing but kind gestures. You gaze up at him, watching him happily munch on the food. You find the way he would shake his head out of excitement endearing.
"You know, I've been courting you," you murmur, but it was loud enough for him to hear.
He completely stops and puts the piece of shrimp back on the bento, slowly placing the chopsticks down in case he drops it. Soobin tilts his head, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He couldn't believe what he just heard.
"Really? Like the flowers and…" he trails off, the blood beginning to rush through his cheeks. The realization soon catches up; his face bloomed as if he was a rose, much more crimson than you have seen him ever.
"Oh."
Let's be real he won't even realize it until you say it directly because he doesn't want to assume
But the moment you do say it and he recalls everything you've done to court him? He's going to be so shy and he wouldn't dare look you in your eyes from how embarrassed he is :(
He won't even try to stop you because you've been courting him for so long and he feels bad that he didn't even realize it before, so I feel like he would do something to surprise you
You're so sweet to him too??? Like how could you be the sweetest person ever hjhcbdj
You're giving him a bouquet of flowers? Just get ready because bro is going to be so smiley and cover his face from embarrassment, but please believe it when I say he loves it so much :(( he has never received flowers before so the fact that you gave him one is such a big deal to him!! He might propose to you then and there ngl hHABSJAK
YEONJUN
He knew from the start but he's surprised how consistent you are. He never would have expected the amount of effort and time you put in courting him, he's flattered to know that you like him that much to put so much of your time on him.
"Do you want to eat, jjun? I heard there's a new food stand that just opened." You say as you walk beside him, already taking out your wallet to pay.
He frowns, though it was not because he didn't want to, rather he feels like he's taking advantage of you. "I'll pay this time. You've been paying for our food—"
"Ah, ah, we've talked about this, right?" The both of you stop in your tracks, halting in the middle of the hallway. "I'm doing this because I want to. I'll even buy you flowers soon," you give him a smile, "I want to let you know how much you mean to me."
Yeonjun avoids your gaze, bringing his hand to cover half of his face. He coughs out of embarrassment. Why are you so cute? He's not used to this. But you'd most likely say that he should get used to it, and you'd even do more than what you're already doing.
"I'll buy you all the food you want. Just tell me and I'll get them for you!"
His lips spread into a fond smile, linking his arm around yours and leaning his head against yours. "You spoil me so much."
Oh man he would be like ??? as you continue with your courting and don't get me wrong he's grateful for your efforts but he questions it
He's confused and also flattered but he lets you do your thing, but because it's not the societal norm and he hasn't experienced anything like this expect him to feel a little bad
But every time you buy him food, call him all kinds of pet names, support him in every single thing he does, and even give him random gifts, he's so close to spiraling from how flustered he becomes when you do those
He flirts back and gives you gifts as well, but whenever you remind him that you're courting him he shuts up— like almost immediately hbzshs like how dare you
You're the only one who could make him that much flustered and be proud of it!! You know his very few weaknesses and it's you
BEOMGYU
He's a little confused because you've already proven to him that you like him, and he thinks that you don't need to do such things to get him to like you because he very much admires you a lot. But since you insist, he lets you court him. He's honestly a little insufferable because he couldn't help himself but get this kind of romantic excitement whenever you do your thing.
"You wrote this for me?" Beomgyu blinked, amazed by your skills and the effort you put into making him a song. But what surprised him the most is the fact that you learned how to play it on the guitar.
Your lips spread into a smile, nodding your head. "Yeah, I wanted to put how I feel into a song," you pause, "I hope you liked it."
"Liked it? Are you kidding me, I loved it! Can you sing for me again?" He scooted closer to you, his hand brushing against yours. "I'll play the guitar. I just want to hear your voice again because it's so pretty."
"But seriously, making me a song? I never would've thought about that. You like me that much, huh?" He gave you a teasing smile, raising his eyebrows repeatedly.
You never wanted to wipe off a smile from his face until now. You roll your eyes, passing him your guitar. "Oh, shush, you're making it worse."
"If someone serenades you, you'd think they like them a lot. Don't you think so?" Beomgyu smiles, seeing you nod your head in agreement.
A whole ass smug mf and bro teases you a lot because of it, but don't be fooled because he's screaming on the inside
Ever wonder what he does whenever you send him a message that makes him feel all fuzzy inside? He does those schoolgirl thing wherein he buried his face into the pillow and screams his lungs out and kick his feet in the air
He's all for it after you let him know that you're doing it because you want to, so he's really down horrendous for you honestly
He giggles 😭😭 like full on giggle and bat his lashes whenever you come and take the lead in dates and bro is just nhcbejd hE'S SO CLOSE TO KISSING YOU BUT NO- He's not going to until he says yes into being your bf (he would say yes immediately)
Beomgyu would try to pretend he's cool about it and smile calmly, but it won't take long before he's slamming his hands on the table and smiling widely while laughing uncontrollably because he can't with you,, you're so cute and the way you court him is making him feel things and the butterflies are going crazy in his tummy
TAEHYUN
He would try to one up you because he doesn't want to take advantage of you, so expect him to do the same things you're doing. You're walking him to class? Well, he's going to walk you home. You're buying him food? He's already by your class door with food so no need to buy more.
"What are you doing?" Taehyun raised an eyebrow at you, watching your every move.
You have something behind you and you could barely cover it with your own body from how big it is, but still Taehyun couldn't figure out what you're holding— and that made you smile. He has no clue.
"You really don't know?"
He shook his head, you took that as your cue to show him your gift. And there you have a bouquet of flowers that you think he would like and a ribbon tied around at the end of the bouquet.
Taehyun froze. You really bought that for him? You shouldn't have but the bouquet is so pretty. The arrangement was beautiful, and it reminded him so much of you. He carefully takes the bouquet from your arms and lowers his gaze, his cheeks begin to feel a bit warmer now that he has it in his hold.
"Thank you, it's really pretty," his voice was low, soft enough that you could barely make out what he was saying. "Just like you."
Bro hE TRIES SO HARD TO APPEAR LIKE HE'S UNAFFECTED BY YOUR COURTING but please he's the one who loves it the most because it makes him feel so special
He makes those cute little noises, right? Taehyun makes those noises even when you're barely doing anything but it's his way of letting out his excitement in seeing you <33
But tbh as I said he tries to one up you- he's trying his best in letting his message across that he likes you a lot as well and courting you too BUT you're courting him so tHERE COULD BE ONLY ONE WHO COURTS WHO AND IT'S YOU
But fr tho he gets very very shy and blushy so please be nice to him <33 courting him in an old fashioned way will make him swoon trust me
At first he pretends he doesn't mind your courting. You'd offer to pick him up? Sure, he's going down. You showed up with a gift? You didn't have to. You wrote him poetry? Oh, so you're in love with him. But as it goes on, he's slowly breaking and his reactions become more obvious and blushy :((
HUENINGKAI
He's the only one who admittedly loves it from the start. I mean the other boys didn't dislike it, but some were hesitant because they're worried if they're taking advantage of you. Hueningkai, on the other hand, loved the way you'd treat him to lunch and be there by his side always. He's so fond of you that everything you do makes him smile and feel fuzzy inside.
Kai tilted his head as he spotted a sticky note on his locker and as he walked closer your name was written at the bottom. It doesn't fail to make him smile, you're always ahead and tend to surprise him with what you do. It's either a box of chocolates or a plushie.
He quickly unlocks his locker and there a penguin plush from build-a-bear sat there, the clothes it has reminds him of his own style— the adidas tracksuit and sneakers that he kept wearing.
He doesn't know whether he should laugh or what.
"You like my gift?" Your voice came from the other side, startling Hueningkai in the process. "It has a little voice thing, too! You can listen to it whenever you need some encouragement."
His lips spread into a grin, nodding his head. "The Penguin is a little bit too much like me. He's so peng."
"Peng Peng, Peng?" You play along, which Kai couldn't resist but let out a light chuckle.
"You're peng, too," he paused, "it means pretty by the way."
Precious Hueningkai, precious boy loves the attention you're giving him so expect his first initial reaction to you courting him to be extremely positive!! He's not surprised at all and he appreciates everything like seriously
He's also courting you in his own way, but it's a bit more subtle than the other guys. He's letting you stand out and lead the courtship because it's not something he experiences everyday
Expect to see him smile a lot :(( he's going to be such a ball of sunshine to you hsbbchsj things won't change much but he'd be more open to you in terms of his feelings <33
But I'm telling you right now that dude talks about you a lot and had talked to his parents, friends, siblings about you and they all know who you are and the fact that you're courting him so technically you're part of his family now
Overall he's such a sweetheart whdbjsks he doesn't get flustered easily bUT WHEN HE DOES OH MAN DOES HE GET SO SMILEY AND GIGGLY LIKE BRO WILL PLAYFULLY SMACK YOU CUS HE'S SO ?:!:??!??"??*
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Matt Sturniolo NSFW !Alphabet
WARNINGS : !!explicit content below; do not read if it makes you uncomfortable!!
AUTHORS NOTE : I didn’t exactly follow the template for this, I made some of it up from my imagination.
—This is my first time publishing any type of writing; please comment & let me know what you think… be honest!—
A = aftercare
King of aftercare. Literally would do anything to make you feel comfortable & taken care of. Would fill up your water bottle, get you a towel, maybe even run you a hot bath to relax in if it was really rough, ofc followed with lots of cuddles
B = body part (His favourite of yours)
He looooooves your tits. It isn’t rare to catch him staring at them mid conversation & need to redirect his attention.
“My eyes are up here”
“Heyyyy how can u blame me when your wearing a shirt like that”
C = cum (anything to do with cum)
Lowkey he loves cumming inside of you. It makes him feel closer to you & he kind of loves the risk of it. He also loves covering your face in it.
D = Degrading (does he like it ?)
Matt isnt the biggest fan of degrading. He finds it disrespectful to talk/treat you like that even if its just in a sexual way. The most he will do is call you a slut, slap you, or spit in your mouth.
E = Experience(how experienced was he before you met)
At the time that you guys met he had 2-3 bodies. He knew how to please you but was not opposed to taking notes on how to get better (and he did).
F = Favourite position(his favorite)
He’s def a missionary guy. He loves looking into your eyes and kissing your face as he fucks you, & ofc grabbing + sucking on your tits is easier when they are right in front of his face.
G = Goofy (how serious/goofy is he in the moment)
He is very focused on pleasuring you so he is serious most of the time but, once you guys were together for a while and had gotten a lot more comfortable with eachother you were able to laugh more and have a little more fun.
H = Hair (how groomed is he)
Trimmed not shaven. Not too much but not too little.
I = Intimacy (how intimate is he)
He loves making love & being intimate with you. It’s his way of showing you how much he loves you. He loves showering you with praise & kisses
J = Jack off (how often does he do it)
He only ever does it when he’s not with you; like when he’s home in Boston, on tour, or travelling without you. But anytime you are together he will make sure to find time to fuck you instead of jacking off.
K = Kinks (which ones does he have)
He doesn’t have any crazy kinks. He likes putting you in handcuffs sometimes so he has more control over you, he will slap your ass & face and he sometimes likes to spit in your mouth.
L = Location (where does he like to do it)
Call him boring but, he def loves doing it in bed. Sure doing it in public is fun but theres nothing better than being able to be loud & comfortable at home.
M = Motivation (what turns him on)
In his eyes you’re the sexiest person he’s ever seen so most things you do can turn him on; specifically when you kiss his neck + nibble on his ear, or when you sneak your hand up his shirt and rub his stomach/ v-line.
N = No (something he wont do)
He would not do anything seriously degrading to you; anything that would cause more pain than pleasure.
Oral (giving & receiving)
Matt. The. Munch. This man will eat you all day until you cant take it anymore. He loves to be down there until you’re squirming & pulling his hair. He obviously loves when you go down on him. He loves to look you in the eye, hold & caress your face and tell you how good you’re doing.
P = Pace (how fast/slow does he go)
It definitely depends on the mood. If he is wanting to make love & show how much he loves you he will go very slow & gentle. If you guys are just fucking for pleasure + fun he def speeds up his pace and will be very fast & rough.
Q = Quickie (his opinion on quickies)
I mean let’s be honest if a quickie is all you guys can do he’s def down for one but its not something he always loves to do. He likes to take his time pleasuring you without a time limit.
R = Risky (how risky does he like to be)
He likes to stay in his comfort zone but if you really wanted to try something new/something risky he would at least try it once for you to see how he likes it + to make you happy.
S = Stamina (how long does he last/how many rounds)
After a bit of practice he was able to build up his stamina and can last 2-3 rounds (on a good day)
T = Toys (does he like them)
The only toys he would use during sex if he used any it would be a vibrator on you, but for the most part he likes to be the one that makes you feel good.
V = Volume (how loud is he)
He isn’t that loud but definitely isn’t awkwardly quiet. He softly moans/grunts when you feel good, or will do some dirty talk to get you going even more.
W = Wild card (random head cannon)
I feel like he is such a big tease. Especially if he knows you wont have the chance to do it all day. He would whisper dirty things in your ear, compliment you, send you dirty texts, and put his hand as far up your thigh as he can.
X = X ray (whats going on under those clothes)
I honestly feel like he’s around average. Maybe like 6-7 inches.
Y = Yearning (how often does he want to have sex)
For the most part he likes to have sex 4ish times a week, sometimes more sometimes less. If you guys haven’t seen each other in a while then he def likes to have it a little more than average. Its also hard to do it sometimes because you guys are always around his brothers.
Z = Zzz (how quick after does he sleep)
Sex definitely makes him sleepy so he’s usually passed out within 20-30 minutes of finishing. He always makes sure to provide aftercare for you and make sure you’re ready for sleep as well.
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the bouquet. || njm
in which you love watching your coffee shop regulars and irregulars go about their day. you loved hearing stories about their lives and their loved ones. yet, you'd be lying if you said it didn't make you feel lonely.
alternatively,
you were in love with the concept of love, na jaemin was in love with you.
word count: 2.8k
genre, warnings: fluff, angst near the end, comfort i think, slice of life, coffee shop!au, flower shop!au, pining, worries about never being able to experience romance covered up with bright smiles and warm coffee, profanities
bgm: people watching by conan gray, cloud 9 by beach bunny, perfect day by mao buyi, sweet dream by nct u
a/n: this only happened because i wanted to write fluff HAHA so by default it isn't proof read also i am not a florist so idk if these flowers look good in a bouquet LMAO
PHILIA (n) - affectionate love - yellow chrysanthemums
A warm beam of sunlight streams in through the glass window, toasting the wooden the tables and chairs in its wake. You stretch behind the counter - warm sunny afternoons always gave you the urge to nap.
Opposite you, on the other side of the store, stood your coworker amongst the displays of flowers. Na Jaemin was attractive, and more often than not, you'd hear people compare him to the flowers he worked with in attempt to woo him. They never worked though, Jaemin would always respond with a polite smile and a "thank you". You'd try your best to hold in your giggle as they leave the store with a sour expression. But then you'd meet eyes with Jaemin, he'd mouth a playful "oops", and you'd have to duck down to hide your laugh behind the counter.
It was a slow day. You barely had anyone to serve so you spent your time arranging and rearranging shelves in the back, cleaning equipment, and munching on the seasonal lavender flavored cake your store offered. Jaemin, on the other hand, seemed to be catching up on bouquet orders. Each bouquet was prepared with the same amount of care and focus as the next. Each flower was chosen with a purpose to serve. Jaemin wasn't only known as a pretty face. He was also known for his beautiful bouquets.
Seemingly haven to caught you staring, without looking up from his work, your coworker jokingly says,
"Go back to work."
"But there is no work. No one wants a coffee from me."
"I do. See, you have work."
You turn around to start his coffee - iced americano, three shots of espresso. He usually whines for more espresso but in attempt to keep his body functioning, you only allow a maximum of three shots.
The overhead bell tinkles and a woman walks in. You give them a smile over your shoulder to welcome them in. She returns the smile, but walks up to Jaemin's counter instead.
"Hi! I had an order for pick up today?"
"Oh yes, chrysanthemums right?"
The woman nods as Jaemin goes to fetch her prepared bouquet. You finish the coffee and bring it over to your coworker's counter, making conversation with the customer as you do so.
"Are the flowers for anyone?"
"They are! One of my friends is graduating today and I wanted to congratulate her as well as thank her for being such a lovely friend."
You can't help but grin at the story. The way the woman brightened up mentioning her friend. The way she spoke so highly of them. They must be someone extremely precious to her.
"A great choice of flowers." Jaemin comments, returning with a bright yellow bouquet.
"Thank you. I spent hours looking up the meanings of flowers. My friend's really into the language of flowers."
The both of you thank her for her patronage and watch as she heads off, the brightly colored flowers tucked safely in her arms.
"Happiness, joy, celebration."
"Hm?"
Jaemin takes a sip of his coffee before answering.
"You wanted to know the meaning right? I could tell."
Sometimes Jaemin's ability to read your mind scares you. How does he just know?
"Also, this coffee doesn't have the amount of espresso I requested."
"I'm saving your life." You retort, heading back to your post.
You spare a glance at the door the woman walked out of. How special it must be to have someone care for you that much. A friend who would scour the internet for the perfect flower for you. A friend who had the most precious expression talking about you.
You loved knowing the stories behind your customers. Yet, for some reason, they always made you feel more alone.
PRAGMA (n) - enduring love - baby's breath
Entering the shop today, you were greeted with the sight of Jaemin surrounded by a copious amount of baby's breath flowers. It was certainly a sight to behold.
"A regular of ours is getting married soon - they've asked me to prepare the flowers for their wedding." He had said, bunching the small flowers together with a white ribbon. You hum, leaning on his counter as he continued to work. Jaemin's breath hitches at the proximity between the two of you - yet it goes unnoticed as you rack your brain to remember the regular.
"I remember! Is it the tall man who always shows up in a suit?"
"The one that always manages to squeeze his partner in every sentence? Yeah."
Jaemin's gaze falls upon you as you rest your head on your palms, a huge smile adorning your face.
"Adorable."
"The couple? Yeah. I can't believe they're getting married!"
His comment wasn't about the couple.
Jaemin returns his focus back on the flowers, aiming for the bunches to be as consistent as possible.
"They've been together for quite long, haven't they?" You mention, watching his slim fingers weave the perfect bow around the fragile flowers.
"Mhm, ten years I think. He said they were high school sweethearts."
A yearnful sigh escapes your lips.
"How cute. I wish I had something like that."
Jaemin gently pokes your forehead, a soft smile on his own lips.
"You're idolizing the idea of love again."
"I can't help it! Isn't the idea of falling for one another just so romantic? The butterflies, the flushed faces, the shy touches!" You squeal at the thought. Romance was your favorite genre, even if you've never experienced it personally, it was always a gem to witness.
"Instead of standing there and squealing like a high schooler - you should come around and help me with these flowers."
"But I'm not the florist - you don't see me asking you to make coffee."
"I am terrified that you will start kicking your legs like a high schooler with a crush next alright? And it's not hard, I'll teach you."
So you make your less than graceful jump across the counter, asking Jaemin to catch you (he didn't) and the two of you spent the day side by side bunching up baby's breaths.
"What do baby's breaths mean?"
Jaemin's shoulder meets yours and his fingers brush against your own as he fixes your ribbon. The sun was warm, or was that your skin flushing?
"Everlasting love."
STORGE (n) - familiar love - white lilac
"What do you recommend for my daughter who's just given birth?"
Your ears perk up from the storage room and you immediately drop the bag of coffee beans you were holding to eavesdrop on the conversation.
"Congratulations! I'm sure you must be ecstatic!"
"I am! A healthy young granddaughter! I love her already. The entire family is celebrating."
A wave of joy crashes on you. You weren't just a sucker for romantic love, but all types of love. Humans were surrounded by love all the time, consciously or unconsciously, it was always present. And to you, there wasn't anything that made you happier than seeing others feel the joy of loving and being loved.
You sneak a peak out into the open area, just in time to see the lady leave the store, white lilacs in her bag and a skip in her step.
"Eavesdropping is rude you know?"
"Boo, I'm just trying to get in on some good news."
Jaemin laughs as you jokingly pout at him, his structure stands out against the light streaming in from the big windows. You've always thought his smile was dazzling. It really was no mystery as to why he was so popular.
"Hey, could you help with the coffee beans? You've got nothing to do now anyway."
"Ask cutely."
"I'm reporting you to the boss. That has got to be a breach of some HR protocol."
"I'm just joking." The boy says making his way towards you. Unexpectedly, he stops to tuck a small piece of white lilac behind your ear, face only inches away from yours.
"Purity, innocence. I think it suits you."
He then continues his journey to the storage room casually, as if the two of you weren't just a hair's distance away from each other.
"Na Jaemin what the fuck?"
EROS (n) - romantic love - red roses
A knowing glance was shared between you and your coworker as a couple walks in, arms linked with each other.
"I love you honeybunches."
"I love you more sweetie pie."
The couple shares a kiss, the audible smooching loud enough to be echoing through the store. You had to pretend to clear your throat to grab their attention.
"How may I help you two?"
After placing their order, the couple giggles and slinks to a table in the corner. You notice that they sit next to each other instead of opposite.
"Is that the type of love you want?" Jaemin whispers as you froth the milk for a sweet potato latte.
"Oh come on, they're not that bad. I bet they're just in the honeymoon phase is all."
"Mhm, and they're definitely not making out in the corner right now."
With a roll of your eyes, you wipe down the metal wand. Without the noise of the machine, the wet sounds of mouth on mouth action could clearly be heard.
"They're cute!"
"Why? Do you want to make out in public as well? Come here, I can make that happen."
You were sure Jaemin was joking. The tone of his voice told you so. But when you looked into his eyes, they looked hopeful. Perhaps you were deluding yourself. All these thoughts about love were really altering the way you saw things.
"No. Go serve them their coffee."
"What? I thought you never made me do barista things?"
"It's only fair after you got me to do florist things."
Jaemin smiles at the playful quarrel, though you notice there was a hint of disappointment there. Why?
"This cake is new."
"Huh? Oh, yeah, it's the new red rose cake. The owner said they used rosewater when baking it."
"Passion, desire, romance. No wonder the couple picked it. Wish me luck."
You give your coworker a salute as he heads over with the drinks and dessert before busying yourself with cleaning. You don't notice the couple giving Jaemin advice and support regarding his stupidly obvious crush on you because stupidly, you believed that romantic love would never come to you.
LUDUS (n) - playful love - white roses
It was a cloudless day, the skies were a lovely shade of blue, and the birds were chirping a happy tune. It was the perfect day for a first date. Which is why you found yourself craning your neck to look at the couple sitting outside.
They were evidently on their first date. The nervous fiddling, the shy giggles, the playful laughter. You weren't even part of their date, but just watching them interact made your insides bubble with excitement.
"Jaemin! Jaemin look! They're comparing hand sizes!"
"I know, I can see what you see."
You were pretending to wipe down a table on the other side of the glass, trying your best to seem uninterested in their conversation. But the reality was, you were dying to hear everything they had to say.
The florist, on the other hand, was watering his flowers. Less interested than you were, but was still listening. Most of his attention wasn't on the couple outside, it was on you.
You were fretting over every small detail, eyes wide and sparkling whenever someone made a move. You were clasping you hands together when they exchanged coy looks, excitedly muttering Jaemin's name in order to have him look.
You were in your element, and you were glowing.
When did he fall for you? Jaemin doesn't even know. You were always so into the small details, remembering the tiniest change in people. So adorable when you unknowingly purse your lips when attempting latte art. Perhaps you had him wrapped around your finger since the day you stepped in the store, asking if they were hiring. Or perhaps he fell slowly, day after day of working together and being in your presence.
Jaemin doesn't know when, but he knows that his attempts at flirting had gone unnoticed. But Jaemin doesn't know how to give up. So he's made the decision to keep trying, again and again. He'll keep trying until the day you stop loving the concept of love, and start loving him.
"Here, a white rose each for the two of you - free of charge."
The couple seemed pleased. Your jaw hanging wide open when Jaemin returned.
"Flies are going to get in your mouth."
"Jaemin... That was so smooth. That made their date even more memorable."
He hopes that one day, your rose colored glasses would be directed at him.
PHILAUTIA (n) - self love - narcissus
The clouds were crying today, dying the sky a deep shade of gray. You sigh. It was as if the weather was mirroring your thoughts. You hated it.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
Jaemin's warm hands gently hold your face, slowly turning you to face him. Hesitantly, you meet his eyes. They were worried, he was worried. You know. You could tell.
"Okay fine. I'll tell you. But no laughing alright?"
He nods.
"Its just... One of my friends got into a relationship and I'm jealous."
Silence.
"Wait, no, not because I was in love with my friend. But because I've never been in a relationship. As in, I want to know how it feels like?"
Jaemin lets out a silent sigh of relief.
"But I feel like I could never be loved like that. I've never had someone look at me as if I was the only person that ever mattered. And as much as I love the idea of that, I don't know if I'm worthy of it the way I am now."
Your voice slowly turns into a whisper, your insecurities escape and spread out in the small store. The atmosphere was heavy, around the same weight as your heart. Tears threatened to escape your eyes, the embarrassment of crying in front of your handsome coworker was the only thing holding them back.
Suddenly, Jaemin's hands, a little rough from tending to flowers, push against your cheeks.
"Y/N. You are worth loving. You are worthy of everything the world has to offer. Fuck, you're worth more than the world has to offer."
"Huh?" Was all you could make out as Jaemin's palms still had a firm grip on your cheeks.
"Listen, you are the brightest person I've ever laid my eyes upon. If you claimed you were the sun, nobody would argue differently. I don't even know how my world was before you. Stop thinking so negatively, alright?"
Ah shit. The tears were free falling now.
"Thank you, Jaemin."
The sun peeked through the clouds. A rainbow formed in the sky. A single daffodil sat in a vase on the windowsill.
AGAPE (n) - selfless love - red carnation
Jaemin stands alone behind his counter, head in his hands. He had basically confessed to you the other day. He basically said you were his sun damn it. But you still hadn't caught on.
It was your day off today. Jaemin received a lovely selfie of you earlier of you and a friend at an amusement park. A telling smile that formed on his face told everyone in the room all they needed to know.
"Just tell her straight up." Taeyong, the owner, suggests. "At this point I don't think they'd understand if you don't."
"I don't want them to be pressured into a relationship if they're not ready or not into me though." Jaemin replies, groaning. "What if we become awkward? I don't want that. Please, anything but that. All I want is for them to realize that I've been nursing a massive crush on them"
"Make them a bouquet," Johnny, one of the cafe's investors, mentions. "You're good at those right?"
"I've tried. But they don't turn out the way I want them to."
"Try harder."
The older men snicker as the younger shoots them a glare. Jaemin lies his head down on the cool surface of the counter, his eyes catch onto the brilliant red carnations blooming on the side.
"Red carnation. "My heart aches for you"."
The next day you clock in, you find red carnations decorating your work station. They were on the espresso machine, sitting on the cookie jar, and even inside mugs.
"Jaemin? What happened while I was gone?"
The boy smiles brightly from his station opposite yours. A view you've gotten used to.
"Welcome back?"
"I was gone for one day."
"Hey, I missed you for a whole day."
A tingle makes its way up your ears. You admit, you've been thinking a lot about Jaemin's words since the day you cried in front of him. How tender and passionate those words were, how they sounded almost like a confession.
A cake box catches your attention. Wrapped in a white ribbon with your name on it.
Undoing the bow and opening the cardboard reveals flowers. Delicately placed and arranged. You carefully look over the flowers. Yellow chrysanthemums, baby's breath, white lilac, red roses, white roses, daffodils, red carnation.
"Jaemin... is this from you?"
He grins.
"You know the meaning right?"
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Let’s be teenagers for a day.
summary: While hanging out in Y/N’s earth, Miles tells them about the stress he’s been enduring while being Spider-Man. With the suggestion of Y/N they go see what Y/N’s Manhattan has for them.
WARNINGS: Teenage love, they are friends crushing on each other, Waking up the Brooklyn baby in Miles, AA slang will be used.
pairing: 1610!Miles Morales x gn!Spiderman Reader
Type of story: “ short “ fluff story
will be taking place after the ATSV incident and somewhat after the BTSV
This short story is definitely not short so get ya snacks, blankets, pillows and get comfy cuz u gonna be here a while unless you read at lightning speed.
Let’s just say Miles has a watch now, mk? Mk.
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It was late tonight.
Just about 10:00; but you wouldn’t know, you haven’t been keeping up with the time.
Who could? Y/N was far too immersed into the conversation at hand and by conversation I mean listening to Miles rant about whatever.
Miles kinda showed up unexpectedly. Only saying kinda because you faintly remember Miles asking you if he can, and I quote, “ kick back in your world “. You weren’t really paying attention. In that moment you were in the spider society’s cafe, munching on a O’Hara burger. Either way you apparently ended up agreeing, seeing as Miles is now here beside you, gazing out into the bustling city while sitting out your rooms window sill.
For just a second, there was a beat of silence between you two. Miles seemed to be hesitant about something, worried his aching thought would offend you in any way. You only sat there and stared out into the night, occasionally focusing on anything that caught your eye.
“..Uhm..Y/N?” Miles spoke up, still hesitant with every word.
“Mhm?” You’d hum in response still looking out in the open.
“Do you..do you ever wish you never got bit?”
Your eyes moved towards his form beside you. You raised a questioning, but playful eyebrow with a slight smirk. You knew exactly how he felt. You had the same thought a while ago but let it go and just accepted your duty. Miles released an airy laugh at your expression, smile fading afterwards.
“Like..y’know, do you ever just wanna be..normal again?” He’d tilt his head down, leaning his head on the wall of the window beside him. With that you’d turn your head fully towards him, getting a better look at him. His dangling feet kicked in anticipation, his fingers fiddled with each other unconsciously, and his eyes averted your gaze. You turned back towards your city before answering.
“Yup.” You simply said, an idea creeping its way into your mind. Once again your head turned to Miles, a smirk on your face.
“So y’know what..”
Miles finally looked at you, silently urging you to go on.
“Let’s be teenagers for a day.”
Miles was slightly taken aback by the statement and the rising excitement in his stomach he just couldn’t ignore. “Whaa..What’d ya mean?” He said while watching you turn back in your room, picking up a backpack.
You stuffed an outfit for yourself in the bookbag, along with bluetooth earphones, your phone, and your wallet. “I’ve done pretty much everything there is to do in Brooklyn so let’s go to Manhattan, yeah?” You turned back to Miles still sitting form in the window, backpack strapped on you. “What we gonna do in Manhattan?” Miles asked, finally turning around and stepping in the room with you. You’d scoff. “Explore, duh” You went to go stand beside Miles. “Plus I found a cool spot to spray paint some stuff, you like that right?” Miles shrugged his shoulders, giving a compliant nod. “But normal teenagers don’t wear Spider-Man suits around the city” you gestured towards the suits you were both wearing. “And I don’t just carry spray cans on me.”you positioned yourself on the window sill to get ready to swing out of your room. “I don’t have extra clothes for you either. So, let’s start with clothes shopping then we can find some place that sells spray cans and theenn..” you shrugged. “I don’t know..go with the flow I guess?”
You swung out without giving Miles a chance to respond.
A smile crept to his lips as the adrenaline kicked in. He quickly dragged his mask on and swung after you. “Hey! Wait up!”
He came to the right person.
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“So..Any ideas yet? Other than go with the flow” Miles called out from behind you, thwiping his webs in a rhythmic motion along the Brooklyn Bridge. You slowed your pace so the two of you didn’t have to yell to talk. Once Miles was closer you took a moment in your constant webbing to carefully turn your body towards him. “I was thinking Midtown” You were putting your full trust in your skills to not fall while webbing backwards. “Times Square?” It was less of a question and more of a confirmation from Miles. You nodded your head in response. “Maybe go see a movie later but we gotta take a late night walk in Central Park” you’d say a bit enthusiastically.
“In New York..? You buggin” Miles’s lenses squinted at you. You shrugged “yeeaah we’ll see” you dropped down only to hurl yourself up in the air, skillfully twisting and turning during your air time. Without a second thought Miles followed after you, getting up there with you quite quickly. “I can do that too” Miles said smugly, showing off a bit more by seemingly laying in the air with his hands behind his head. You giggled at his antics, throwing him a little off balance with the swipe of your hand on his arm on your way down. You’d web a close building, continuing towards the desired store and Miles eventually recovered to catch up to you.
Once you’ve arrived to your destination, you landed on the roof of a building just in front of it. Miles landed beside you not long after. He squinted at the buildings sign “Unique-low?” He’d ask a lil skeptical, he’s never shopped here. You’d skooch behind him, putting your bookbag down. “Trust me, they have good clothes. And don’t turn around cuz I’m changing.” You said the last part sternly to warn Miles. “Alright- jeez” Miles complied. While you changed Miles took notice to the scenery. Everything was loud in New York. Loud lights, loud cars, loud people, just loud. Either way he found comfort in it, it was home to him. He smiled at the thought but his moment was interrupted by a back handed tap on his chest to draw his attention. “They don’t know you’re Spider Man here so let’s go in” you told him before heading to the side of the roof, bookbag on back, and hoping to find an alleyway to plop down to.
“Then why do I need to buy new clothes?” Miles asked, following along behind you. “Because this night is supposed to be dedicated to feeling normal. We aren’t spider people tonight, so why would we wear the suits?” You explained before carefully sliding down the side of the building, looking up at Miles. “Oh right” Miles just jumped down, webbing at something above him the last second so he wouldn’t injure himself.
Inside the UNIQLO(not sponsored)was bright and had a buzzy feel to it. With the variety of clothes, that woody smell of new clothes, and the soft music playing through the speaker it was just a vibe. Miles was about to make a cheeky joke about a distasteful shirt only for you to be nowhere in sight. You’ve wondered off to help Miles pick out an outfit on your own.
Miles groaned softly to your missing appearance, dragging himself to find you while simultaneously picking an outfit. He walked around a bit, picking at shirts and pants only to say no subconsciously to himself. Although his interest remained neutral to everything, he stopped in front of a clothing rack, sliding through the shirts. Just as he was about to leave you suddenly popped up in front of him through the clothes with pants on a hanger in your hand.
“Hey!”
“WOO-“ he yelped in surprise, tensing his body defensively. He’d sigh in relief realizing it was just you. “Don’t do that you scared the shi-“
“Shut up, do you like these?” You gestured to the black cargo pants in your hold.
“Yeah?” He raised an unsure eyebrow at them.
“Good. You like puffer vests?”
“Yeah- I guess”
“Great, outfit picked then. Follow me” Once stated, you exited on the other side of the clothing rack and made your way to an open dressing room. Miles reluctantly stood in the opening of the dressing room, facing you to collect his soon to be new clothes you picked out. You handed him three hangers. One with the black cargo pants, another with a scarlet colored sweater to match his sneakers, and lastly a black puffer vest to match the pants. “C’mon hurry up” you nudged him more in the room before closing the door. He examined the clothes before trying them on. He flexed in the dressing rooms mirror, absolutely feeling himself in the new fit. “Are you done yet? Lemme see” Your voice taking him out of whatever he was doing. He finally opened the door, immediately giving you a good three-sixty. You clasped your hands together to your chest, just admiring your work. “I’m too good” you mumbled to yourself. Miles was about to speak on that but you interrupted him “Alright take it off so I can go pay for it. We gotta lot of stuff to do” you placed a hand on his chest, pushing him back into the dressing room. “You’re paying for it?” He questioned you with a furrowed brow. “You’re my sugar baby today, sweet heart” you chuckled at your own joke, closing the door on him.
After everything was payed for you both hurried to a nearby alleyway so Miles could quickly change. The excitement having you both cheesing and giggling at the situation. “Alright. I already looked it up, there’s a shop that sells spray cans just a few blocks down” You were already walking towards the shop once Miles told you he was done. “We gotta hurry though.” You said putting a bit more pep in your step. Miles wasn’t too far behind you, avoiding bumping into people who walked the sidewalk. “Why?” He asked with concern. “We gotta take the next train to midtown so the fun can began” He nodded even though you couldn’t see it behind you.
On the walk there Miles almost got separated from you due to the hoard of people coming from every direction and the fast walking speed you kept. With a huge amount of courage and a frustrated sigh he grabbed your hand. You were startled a bit by it but your composure remained as you looked at him, regardless of your hearts throbbing. “If you wanted to hold my hand just say that” you snickered softly at him. He looked away from you to try to compose a smile that wanted to show itself. “Just tryna keep you in sight” he mumbled, rolling his eyes at you. You laughed at his failing attempt to hide a bashful smile from you. You intertwined your fingers into his, locking the hand hold as your quickened pace continued. Miles would never admit it but he was freaking out internally.
Inside the store you both hurriedly picked out paint colors, which Miles bought this time. You’d stuff the spray cans inside your backpack before checking your phone for the time. Your eyes widened at the time. “The train comes in 10 minutes! We’ll make it if we run!” For as fast as you said those words before running out the door he could’ve sworn you were speaking a whole different language. With the same sense of urgency, Miles chased after you. Swiftly dodging and ducking people on the streets, you both hightailed it to the nearest subway. You hit a sharp turn into the stairwell entrance to the subway stop, skipping steps by jumping down. Behind you, Miles almost slipped trying to make your unexpected turn. He grabbed onto the railing, using that as support to launch himself down the stairs with you.
Miles managed to get beside you. “You paying to get in?” The adrenaline you both have being the only thing carrying you to keep going forward besides the spider powers. You took notice to the Fare-System machine you were approaching.
You scoffed at the thought of paying. “Hell nah.”
“Great minds think alike”
With that, one after another, Miles and you easily jumped over the fare gates. (Don’t try this at home)
Made it with just less than 3 minutes to spare before the train came. Completely out of breath, you leaned against the wall to catch your breath while Miles crouched down, hands on knees and head slumped. “We..made it” you mumbled between breathes. Miles weakly raised a celebratory fist. “Woo-hoo” Miles spoke dryly.
The intercom grabbed your attention, announcing that the train was approaching. You lifted yourself off of the wall and walked closer to Miles. You patted his back softly to get him up. “C’mon trains coming” with a big huff Miles also lifted himself up.
Once the train arrived you both immediately took notice to crowded cart you two gotten. Both sighed heavily before entering the train.
You took an open space just in front of a taken seat, leaning against the pole behind you. Miles took the space in front of you. He didn’t even get time to get comfortable as he was pushed forward by more oncoming people. Because of that Miles is now closely in front of you, barely a shuffle away. The train moving caused him to instinctively grab onto the horizontal railing just above you, ever so slightly closing the distance between the two. He nervously looked anywhere but down at you while you quietly giggled at his nervousness.
A couple stops later you took notice to Miles’ zoned out stare into the ceiling. “Miles?” You softly called for him, causing him to finally look down at you. His eyes lidded as he looked at you, seems he’s still lost in thought. “You alright?”
He’d chuckle. “Mhm” he paused for a second, subconsciously examining your face “just daydreaming” a soft smile appearing on his face. The smile was contagious as you did the same. “Mk, just checking on ya”
Though the conversation was over you both seemed to not be able to look away. Staring deeply into each other, looking at either lips every now and then. Before the moment could escalate it was ruined by the shuffling of the people in the seat behind Y/N, getting off at the current stop. Now that there were seats open Y/N and Miles took a seat. Recovering from that tense moment was a little difficult for them, unsure of what to do next.
“Uhm..just two more stops” you were the first to speak up.
“Yeah yeah cool-“ Miles said, fidgeting with his pants.
It wasn’t too long before the two gotten to Times Square.
The atmosphere was absolutely exciting. From the big screens that played multiple advertisements to the bustle of noisy people in the area. You looked at Miles with excitement beaming in your eyes, his own reflecting the same when he looked at you.
“Where should we start?”
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The night you two shared together while in Times Square felt unreal. You both went to an arcade filled with things to do. Miles spent 10 minutes trying to win you a small plushie out of the claw machine, regardless if it was a complete scam.
Your eyes rolled at Miles’s persistence “Miles. The game is made to take your mon-“
“SHHH- let me focus, I got it!”
Eventually he did get your plush toy but with the cost of your game card being spent out. You didn’t want to spend all your money in one place so you guys moved on to the next activity. The next activity turned out to be messing around in an antique shop, then to a skating rink. The skating rink was mutually both of your favorites and not because of the amount of times you two fell but for the amount of touching needed. Whether it was grabbing onto Miles before you fell again or when you helped Miles back up, every touch ignited a spark in each other. It could have just been the thrill of the moment but you weren’t satisfied with that answer. It felt great regardless.
The two decided to end the night by heading to the spot Y/N said they found to put up some art. “It’s on the roof?” Miles asked as he followed up the shaky ladder on the fire escape. “We’re climbing up, aren’t we?” You pulled yourself up onto the roof of the abandoned building, turning around to lift Miles up. “Ay. Keep the sarcasm to yourself, I’ve had enough of that tonight” Miles chuckled, observing the big blank canvas of a smooth concrete wall. “Not bad” Miles smirked as he turned to you, pointing a thumb at the wall. “Yeah I know” you pulled your backpack off your back, setting it down in front of you. “You know what you’re gonna paint?” You’d ask him, taking the spray cans out one by one.
“Of course.”
“Cool. here” you passed him an earplug, turning on some music while you two did your thing.
It was peaceful. Just you and Miles letting your creativity shine on the hard wall with music playing softly in your ears. Miles took a moment to look at you. He admired how focused yet relaxed you looked as you waved the spray can about.
Once you two finished up, you both stepped back to admire the artwork. Without even having to look at each other you both initiated a fist bump, silently praising yourselves.
Miles wasn’t ready for the night the end, he wanted just a little bit more of your time. “Uuh..how bout that walk in the park you were talkin’ bout?” He sent a stupid smile your way as he looked at you. “Oh now you wanna go on a walk.” Although said with feigned annoyance, you smiled.
“Alright let’s go” you shrugged, now packing up.
Miles took a quick picture before leaving.
The walk in Central Park was quite calming. The two of you munched on deli sandwiches, which you got on the way there, and talked about anything.
“So, Miles, how’s it feeling to be a normal teenager?” You asked, softly bumping him in the hips with your own.
“I do love being spider man but this feels..amazing” he emphasized his emotions further with a big smile and hand movements. You laughed at his movements, smile fading as a thought came to mind. “Did you..ever make up with your other spider buddies?..”
The moment of silence and the saddened expression on Miles’s face makes you regret asking. You only heard about the story of Miguel chasing Miles down and what happened, you never heard Miles talk about his friends afterwards. Where were you during the chase? In your earth dealing with your own problems.
“Of course I forgave them but- y’know..hard to forget” Miles spoke in a low tone, almost a whisper. Miles sighed, looking at you with a smile. He didn’t want that to ruin the mood. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close and giving you a small shake. “Don’t sweat it though, I got you now” you giggled, face warming up at the touch. “Yeah yeah”
“We gotta get you back home, it’s getting late” Miles spoke up after a few minutes of more walking. You muffled an “ok” as you stuffed the rest of your sandwich in your mouth. After you swallowed down the meal you sped up a bit to get in front of Miles, turning around and now walking backwards. “Before you do go, you wanna chill out in my room and listen to music?”
“Uuuuh” Miles was concerned about being gone too long that his mom would notice but he couldn’t say no to you. With a content snicker he agreed.
Now home, in your sleep wear, and comfortable on your bed, you laid out on your back with your head just off the edge of the bed. Miles made himself comfortable on some blankets on the floor, he was on his back as well. The music played quietly in the back as the two took in the peaceful moment.
“Hey, Y/N..”
You turned onto your stomach, head laying on crossed arms as you looked at Miles. “Wassup?”
“Thank you..for tonight” He gave you a closed mouth smile, returning your gaze.
You smiled back as you let the weighing feeling of sleep drag your eyes closed. “Anytime Miles.”
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Sorry for any possible typos or spelling mistakes😬
I feel like this is boring but, hey, if you liked it lmk by leaving a like🤷🏾♀️
If this does good I have a Earth42 Miles x black fem reader called “ spray paint date “ for ya
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with dating ellie comes with…
dating ellie williams !!
♡ - decided to write this on a whim when i woke up from a short nap today. was kinda reluctant to post this cause i know there are a lottt of these out there buuuttt, this was fun 2 write. anywayyyy, enjoy < 3
with dating ellie, comes with…
her iconic and award-winning journal. that thing has documented just about everything in her life over the years annddddd before dating U she would write about you in it constantly. even b4 she realized she was crushing. just saying how cool you are and she loves being your friend. im talking before bed, having breakfast, after talking to you, after hearing you laugh. she’d draw you too. jot down little details ab you. you name it, it’s journaled. you’d come across it one day and see a few pages written about you, all smiley like awwweeee ellieeeeee, you reallly love meee and she’d be soo embarrassed, like yeah.. just a little bit.
which takes us toooo…. her episodic memory! (😱it’s true! jk.) but nah actually this girl’s memory is hit or miss. in terms of you though she remembers a lot of things…. like how you get grumbly when you’re hungry or how you prefer sitting down to wipe instead of standing up orrr how your first kiss with her was on a wednesday at 6:54pm. the weird little things you know!? other times…. information goes through one ear and out the other. you ask her what she did 10 mins ago & she’s stuck sitting there trying to recall. sometimes you wonder if you were to knock on her head if it would feel hollow or not.
her unusual appetite… i think she’s a picky eater and LOVES to eat but LOVES……. finger foods. what you would consider snacks would be breakfast lunch and dinner to her. one day you'd be in the store by the freezers & she'd dramatically gasp, ....dino fuckin nuggets? they had these the whole time?! aw man.. and she's just holding the box while reading the ingredients like its the most interesting discovery. babe do you SEE this??? did you know????? and you’re like noo… whaaattt! that’s crazyyy! knowing she won’t eat anything else & it would be her favorite hyperfixation of food til like. death. ellie is not going to dive into a 5 star meal. i mean, she would... but it's not preferred. if you’re having a date night she will happily order chicken tenders and fries with a side of ketchup. hell if she’s feeling a lil healthy that day a cup of grapes too. meanwhile you have… not that. your plate consists of five cheese ziti with a buttered and crisp breadstick on the side with garlic parmesan marinara sauce for dip idk. she'll just look at your plate like "okay! if that's what you like babe......if you like it go ahead…" while munching on a piece of chicken. you'd shrug, "least i don't eat like a toddler." the contrast in plates is horrificcc
her lowkey cocky and competitive nature. don’t get me wrong she’s default awkward and nervy but does have a bit of an ego. her vocabulary consists of alot of “yeah?”s and shit that makes you nervous but as soooonnnn as you hit back with the same energy she’s shying away and stuttering. because she’s like damn that made me feel something. uh oh. dating her would consist of a lot of races and competition over simple things….. such as seeing who could get to bed first, orrr race u to kitchen! when you two first started dating she would tell you lots of facts (still does) ab space/dinosaurs and be like “a million earth’s can fit inside the sun. did ya know that babe??” “i bet you don’t know why this dinosaur poops in pebbles…” why would you??? now it's just a regular occurrence. she’d feel so smart and brainy knowing you don’t know a thing she’s talking about. with her competitive side she’s also kinda sore loser too. you beat her in a video game, she’s moping around the entire day until you finally give in to a rematch… mumbling ab how that was just a warmup. and she hasn’t played the game in a while. yeah ok. but best believe she’s shit talking the entire time and finally boasting ab her longggg overdue win
her nerdy dorky loser side. she’s a nerd. she’s a dork. she’s a loser!! idc what u say that’s her. everyone should know this. the girl is in love with space and dinosaurs and reads comics and is technically a pro gamer. like that’s her shit. what does that say?? & the pun books?? come. on. being her gf would mean that there wouldn’t be a day that’d go by that you wouldn’t hear about a fun fact ab space or how something reminded her of a particular dinosaur that lived 19356827.9999 years ago. if you ever touch one of her collectibles or pick up those little trading cards or highly rare action figures she'd immediately run over and swat your hand away, lecturing you about how they haven't sold this character in years and she found this at a garage sale 5 years ago.... how could you- why you do such a thing??!?!? like babe… i love you… so much. but. don’t touch my shit ever again. yeah. it's that serious.
sleepless nights!!!!! she’s pretty much an insomniac. lowkey, but highkey. like, she sleeps, obviously, but she can’t sleep. which would often lead to you waking up in the middle of the night to find her re-building a jurassic park lego set orrrr playing one of her little video games. maybe jamming out to some music as she draws. (bonus if she's drawing your face cuz she can’t you outta her head) and all u hear is her humming along, music blasting out of her headphones like drrrrr dodododoo yeAhhh ooOooO or times if you can’t sleep either, the two of you would be up talking and goofing off w hushed laughs over nothing but it’s really everything to her and she just looks at you with her pretty eyes like... this person is really my whole world.
her guitar skills!!! how could i forget!!!! she plays, like a lot, and anytime you’re over that’s the one of the things she’s doing. most likely playing along to her fav band or practicing a song you suggested once. she’d always wanna play for you and show you a new trick she learned or play you a song she wrote. (bonus if it’s about you<33) if she’s sooo in love with you she’d def wanna teach you a few things:)) sometimes if you can’t sleep she’d be like babe gimme a song. any song and i’ll play it for you. and you’re likee glue song:))) then… there u go. she’d do all the little tuning stuff & you can’t help but feel mesmerized by the way her pretty hands pluck the strings or how she hums the lyrics on some parts. glancing at you every while to make sure you're still listening. she’s just sooo… *prettily sighs*
comic con. anime con. gaming con. YOU NAME IT. shes at all the cons!!!! she’s there and flourishing like a little butterfly. best believe she is dragging you to every single one (for support and comfort cause she wouldn’t ever go alone) and showing you eve-r-y-thing. everything? everything!!! she’d be genuinely excited. all smiley and jumping from place 2 place, pointing at all the characters she recognizes. like babe that's the wizard guy!!! remember him??? and then that's his buddy who’s like a thousand fuckin years old! look at him!!! never knew dude was so wrinkly in person though...yeesh. and you're like ohh… yeaahh☺️ so overwhelmed and very much confused and getting characters mixed up w others from her little rants but she's happy so you're happy n that's all that matters right? if you can't show up for some reason, her gf, who she forced to have on her arm, then jesse because he was the next person actually down to go BUT she would make him take a bunch of pics just to personally send to you. like waitwaitwait she's gotta see this—jesse where's my fucking phone?!? okay whatever just use yours. hurry up before they leave! spamming you left & right with all these attachments of her posed w her favs or pics of her at the different events there. she’d look so cute that you’re like okaaayy…. maybeeee i’ll go w her next time :)))
okay that’s it! this was rly fun to write!! i hope someone out there liked this and maybeee i'll do a prt 2 :) all loveee < 33
#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams fluff#ellie williams headcannons#idk if these r considered headcannons
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Raison d’être - A Premature Burial 9
Author: Akira
Characters: Shu, Mika
Translator: Mika Enstars
"I am a maverick, a mutation. Grandfather was no different; I used to be called his second coming."
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Season: Winter
Location: Chinese Restaurant
Noon the next day, at a Chinese restaurant near the ES building…
Mika: *chomp chomp, chomp chomp chomp*
Shu: Non! You still eat as messily as always! Your conduct is betraying your upbringing!
Well, you are eating and sleeping well, which is growth. You had become extremely unhealthy last year because you had been doing everything to accommodate me.
Mika: Nnah~, but, Oshi-san…
Shu: Swallow your food before you speak.
Mika: Nnah~… *chew chew, swallow*
Umm. What was I gonna say?
Oh, right. I know ya said you’d take care of the food fer me while we're in Japan, but are ya sure a Chinese restaurant was okay?
Ya were overseas fer a long time, don’tcha miss Japanese food, Oshi-san?
Shu: Generally, that may be true, but..
I am what you would call western-minded. Back at home, I was a child who secretly disliked Japanese food that would get scolded for munching on croissants in secret.
Mika: Nnah~, now that ya mention it, yer right. There’s even an oven built in yer house for them!
Ahaha, I’m real happy t’get t’learn so much about ya this time, Oshi-san!
Shu: Why is this… This isn’t the time to be chatting away like this!
My family is quite earnestly working to correspond to Grandfather’s unreasonable behavior. That troublesome old man of ours will scold me if I sit around and do nothing.
But of course, the rest of my family are not artists.
I am a maverick, a mutation. Grandfather was no different; I used to be called his second coming.
And so, the rest of my family will likely hire a renowned artist, funeral professional, and so on, using money.
Mika: That’s usually how things go, the best way’s t’leave the funeral to a professional funeral director.
Shu: Right. We’ll need a little ingenuity to defeat such formidable opponents if we are to win this Funeral Contest.
We likely won’t win even doing it the usual way. Although we are somewhat acclaimed artists in this world, we are amateurs when it comes to funerals.
Mika: Nnah~… Yer right ‘bout that, but what's our plan then?
Ya say we gotta add a lil’ ingenuity… It’s a funeral, are ya sure it’ll be okay t’do somethin’ novel?
Shu: Hmph. The art we have today is only because we have once shattered such preconceived notions.
Of course, I have no intentions to do anything inappropriate, either.
The top priority is to properly mourn my beloved grandfather. The outcome of the Funeral Contest is secondary, or even tertiary.
Mika: Right.
Shu: That’s where I have an advantage over the rest of my family—My grandfather and I had a bond stronger than anyone else’s.
I believe that because I know the deceased the best, I can give them the funeral they want.
Mika: >Although Grandfather is not quite “deceased” yet… Well, I know what ya mean.
It ain’t a usual performance for the masses, different than a work woven just for our fans’ liking this time—
A work made to order just for a specific individual, for Grandfather.
So it makes sense t’adapt to the person’s tastes and all that.
Shu: Fufu, I’m glad to be able to have a “typical conversation” with you like this. In the past, all I would do is explain things to you endlessly with you confused as it all flew over your head.
It was like a parent bird bringing food to its young!
Shu: But now that you’ve grown up, we can fly side by side.
I’m delighted by that fact. …You’ve really grown, Kagehira.
Mika: W-What the, ya really sound like an old man there, Oshi-san.
Raffaello: “—Do excuse me for interrupting your chat.”
“May I join in on your conversation?”
Mika: Nnah? T-There’s a suspicious voice comin’ from somewhere! Could it be, the voice of the suspicious illegitimate child of your Grandfather—Raffaello?
Shu: I don’t mind conversing with you, but let us move elsewhere.
You may get dirtied by food stains. I have your doll neatly packed and tucked away in my bag with that in mind.
Raffaello: “I think that is reasonable.”
“Although I would like to express my dissatisfaction that objects that were originally used as a daily necessity have been stuffed away into museums, reduced to mere works of art.”
“But dolls are meant to be cherished. I must admit that dirtying and scratching them is not an appropriate thing to do.”
Shu: Although some people cherish the dirt and scratches too, isn’t that right, Kagehira?
Mika: Wh-wha, what’re ya lookin’ to me fer?
Raffaello: “Fufu. Then, although it’d require traveling a considerable distance, I’d like it if we could go to the cellar of my—No, your villa.
“There’s something I’d like to tell you there.”
Shu: Right back to the building we came from, huh? That’ll take quite some time, you know.
Raffaello: “Of course. I'll wait. No, I’ve always been waiting so long.”
“Just a little more time of futile waiting on top of that... I think nothing of it.
Shu: … …
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Valentine’s Day with Kyungsoo
Genre: EXO AU
Characters: Kyungsoo x Female Reader
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1,000
Summary: A sweet short story about Valentine’s Day with Kyungsoo using adjectives that seem to fit him and that correspond to the letters in his name.
A/N: This kind of just happened, as I am very in my Valentine’s Day feels at the moment, so I hope you enjoy it.
**Disclaimers: This is just me using my imagination based on what I’ve seen of DKS via media, so not real just for funsies. Credit for GIFS and pics should go to the original owners ( thanks Amino Apps and Martha Stewart!)
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From the start you were attracted to Kyungsoo’s KIND personality. He was always helping the staff complete tasks, worrying out whether they’d eaten. You respected that he cared so much about others. And of course, this extended to you. As an “acts of service” man, Kyungsoo spoiled you with small things that brightened your day–flowers after a routine trip to the grocery store, filling your car up with gas, and home-made lunch made with love. You felt giddy knowing Valentine’s Day was coming up soon and wondered what your sweet Soo would prepare.
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You sighed in sheer bliss as you bit into your second YUMMY éclair of the evening. Kyungsoo smiled at your adorable reaction and as always, appreciated your enthusiasm for his creations. Kyungsoo didn’t claim to be a baker, in fact, he preferred the savory side of cooking. But you loved baking and he loved spending time in the kitchen with you. These days your apartment was practically a boulangerie, with both of you having to fend off hungry members left and right. Valentine’s Day was just around the corner and Kyungsoo was more than ready to whip up a slew of delicious treats.
(A/N: Kyungsoo creates yummy things and is, himself, also very yummy 😉)
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Growing up as a theater kid, you loved nothing better than a good musical. Why act out lines when you could sing them? With any live concert, musical, movie, or show, the most important thing was the voice. Honeyed vocal runs and the soulful sounds beat out dancing and stage presence anyday in your book. Not long after you’d started dating, Kyungsoo obliged a request to sing at a Christmas party. It was there that you were introduced to his UNIQUE singing voice, so different from any other that you’d heard before. Was he really a Disney prince in disguise? Sources said possibly. He could sing for you any time, any day, anywhere.
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Gentle rays of sun bathed the rooftop deck in a warm glow. Kyungsoo hummed softly as he collected his treasures–cilantro, tomatoes, parsley, peppers, green beans–all home-grown from his little, urban garden. Working with his hands in the dirt brought Kyungsoo a measure of peace from his hectic work schedule. Kyungsoo was a NATURAL at nature–green-thumbed and incredibly enthusiastic. You…were not, but he somehow found that endearing. He pictured you sitting in the lounge chair nearby “supervising” as you munched on snap peas. It felt natural to have you here in his little veggie kingdom. Taking the fruits of his labor, he whistled happily down the stairs, off to prepare something special for his someone special.
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“So tell me again, why is Kyungsoo picking you up from my place?” your friend, Suzy, wondered aloud. “I mean–you guys live together, so…” she trailed off after giving you that look. You shrugged, unsure of how to explain to this self-proclaimed non-romantic. “He just thought it would be more exciting…”. And it was. Truthfully, it felt like your first date all over again–good gosh, you were even getting nervous. A knock sounded at the door, spurring you to smooth your dress and check your hair one last time. The door opened to reveal a GALLANT suitor looking resplendent (read: ) in a dapper, black three-piece suit. Kyungsoo extended his hand, gently taking your hand and placing it on his arm. He led you to a sleek, black town car, and soon you were speeding down the highway.
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It had been difficult, but Kyungsoo had managed to keep his Valentine’s Day plans a complete surprise. He was a SECRETIVE man by nature, his job demanded it, and it was easy to hide details about his personal life from those who weren’t important. You were important and it almost physically hurt to keep something from you. Though he’d almost slipped once or twice he was confident you had no idea what was about to happen. Sliding a blindfold out of his pocket he motioned for you to turn so that he could secure it into place.
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Even though your world was dark, you weren’t afraid at all. Kyungsoo kept a warm hand on your back as he guided you up a set of stairs. A door squeaked and you were hit with a rush of cool, night air. The soft, lilting tones of Ed Sheeran drifted through the night and you could swear you smelled Italian. Kyungsoo whispered in your ear, making you blush. He told you he loved you and was so very happy to spend another year with you. In the beginning, Kyungsoo hadn’t been so OPEN with his feelings. These days words of love spilled from his lips like wine, though you continued to treasure each one.
With a flourish, he removed the blindfold, revealing the most perfect setting you could imagine. Twinkling fairy lights lit up the familiar rooftop garden, a table set with gleaming silverware and fresh, white linens sat front and center. Pressing a kiss to your hand, Kyungsoo led you towards the table.
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Kyungsoo couldn’t take his eyes off you. He observed as you savored the freshly baked bread rolls and twirled chicken fettuccine (your favorite) around your dainty fork, and inhaled a piece of divine dark chocolate cake. He knew you were wowed–the venue, the decorations, the food–you’d more than told him so. Yet, he was still unsettled, as he palmed the box hidden in his pocket. He was taking a big step–the step, in fact. He was OPTIMISTIC about his future with you, more than ready to truly have you as his own. After years of waiting, he’d finally have the love and warmth he so desperately craved. With shaking hands, he bent down on one knee…
❤
You said yes. Of course you said yes. How could you ever say no to the love of your life? The newly added weight to your left hand was a constant reminder of the most perfect Valentine’s Day. You weren’t sure how you were going to top this year’s Valentine’s Day celebration, but you figured you were up for the challenge. After all, there would be many more to come.
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Thank you for spending Valentine’s Day with Kyungsoo. I really enjoyed writing this one. Just fun imaginings and whatnot! Please re-blog if you enjoyed this too so that others can find it more easily. Happy Valentine’s Day, y’all!
XOXO,
Emmy
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Hello would u possibly write a ftm reader x the lords+angie where the reader is a new lord that can turn into any animal he wishes and get along with all the lords and the lady’s daughters but likes sal mother miranda and donna+angie more
Broken Truth (Reads the ask): From what I looked up, FTM means Female To Male; I think this is the first story I will write like this but I'll try to make it good for you. Now, let the words weave together.
When [Name] was called by the Head of the Village - Mother Miranda - she knew that she was going to become something more than what she was at that moment in time and she was all for it. She arrived at the chapel to meet with the Village Head and walked into the depths with the Masked Woman, she looked around until they reached Mother Miranda's Lab - bubbling flasks, notes, books, and countless bottles and jars of twitching blobs of flesh were all around. [Name] swallowed at the site of the Cadou in the jar both Mother Miranda's words caused her to calm down and get on the operation table. She watched as Miranda placed the gas mask on her face and the effect was almost instant as she began slipping into a senseless state of mind.
When she opened her eyes again, she was resting on a bed and there was a pain in her chest - that must be where Mother Miranda placed the Cadou, but she knew that the Cadou changed the person entirely and she wanted to know what it did to her - he struggled to get out of bed and limped over to the mirror and what she saw made her jaw drop.
She was a he now.
His jaw was more chisel and he had muscles - the perfect body - and a large stitch over his chest - the insertion mark for the Cadou - did it replace his heart? He placed a hand on his face, not believing what he was seeing but soon the door opened and Mother Miranda walked in without her mask and with a smile on her face.
"Welcome to the world, My Son and Fifth Lord." She smiled as she walked over to the male and placed a hand over the stitch gently, she didn't want to hurt him, "The Cadou took well to you but it changed your gender from female to male, I hope you are okay with that, My Son."
"I...I am fine with that, Mother Miranda." [Name] said as he bowed to Mother Miranda and she smiled at her new son - she knew that this one would be interesting and a perfect vessel for her precious Eva.
[Weeks Later]
Mother Miranda took [Name] to his new station - an abandoned manor between Donna's and Karl's Lands, he had the least amount of land but he was alright with that. He learned that he had the power to change into any animal he wanted to and he would spend most of his time as a wolf while hunting in his lands. He cleaned the house and started gardening, the soil was perfect for it and there was no salt in the ground so the plants grew perfectly. As for the Lords:
[Name] would travel to Castle Dimitrescu to spend time with Alcina and her daughters, sometimes turning into flies so that he could have fun with the girls in their mischief. Alcina didn't like him at first because he was a male but she grew to grow fond of her brother because he was kind to her daughters. The 5th Lord would bring kills from his hints for the daughters to munch on when Alcina would offer him to have a glass of wine with her, normally, Alcina would drink wine alone but there is something about her brother that she wanted to talk about.
"[Name], how have you been doing?" Alcina asked as she poured a glass of wine and handed it to him. "Have you been seeing anyone?"
"Well, actually, yes, I'm seeing a girl in the village with Mother Miranda's Blessing." [Name] said with a blush on his face causing Alcina to nearly spit her wine out of her face and she glared at her brother.
"And what commoner is worthy enough of dating my brother?" Alcina asked as she looked at [Name].
"Her name is Elena Lupu and she's a gem of a person and she's not afraid of me just because I am a Lord." [Name] said as he sat there with his wine before taking a sip.
"A COMMON WOMAN IS NOT WORTHY OF A LORD'S LOVE!" Alcina yelled but [Name] glared at her and retorted.
"It's my decision who I decide to date and love. Please, accept that, Alcina." [Name] said as he finished his wine and placed the glass on the table before getting up and bowing to Alcina before leaving with his cloak flowing behind him.
When it came to his brothers, [Name] was closer to Salvatore and even crafted a potion to keep him from throwing up while getting him different types of cheeses and fish for the 3rd Lord or just sitting and watching movies with him. He wasn't that close to Karl, the 4th Lord was too sketchy for that.
He collected doll parts and fabrics for the Doll Maker, specifically for Donna and Ange. Upon arriving, he knocked on the door and entered. [Name] then proceeded to place the boxes on the table before turning to face Donna and Angie.
"Hey, you two. Is everything alright?" [Name] asked as he smiled at his sister and her doll.
"We're fine, brother." Donna - not Angie - spoke in her low voice as she walked down the stairs and hugged [Name] before breaking the hug and smiling under her veil. [Name] offered to make some desserts and tea for Donna and himself. After a while, [Name] walked over to the table with the tray of the cinnamon bun and tea before sitting in the chair across from Donna.
The 2nd & 5th Lords would talk about their days and tasks of researching the Cadou but Miranda has started she found the perfect host for Eva and no longer needed the research. Donna told [Name] that she heard about him and Elena from Alcina and congratulated him on his relationship.
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Rui x a reader who like, ok idk what it's called but im gonna explain it bcz it happened to me 💀
Ok so like the reader constantly has these random moments where when they stand up or get to deep into thought that they disassociate and their vision gets blurred, they feel like they're weak, they start feeling immense pain all over their body, they can't really hear anything except for their own voice, but this time they actually pass out.
(Im sorry if this is a lot if you need a bit more explanation let me know!)
Note: something similar to this happens to me often actually so i understand what you mean (minus the passing out) and this may be a lil crappy since writers block is kicking my ass once again
Warning: passing out (if there's smth else in here that i forgot to put in the warning, lmk i'll edit this)
RUI KAMISHIRO
-unless u tell him directly what happens when you get up, it’ll take some time for him to realize but will eventually catch on
-makes sure you aren’t gonna fall and hit something that can potentially harm you
-lays u down on the bed until u wake up and gets u a drink and something to eat
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It was the middle of the day, the weather was a little too hot for your liking today, therefore giving you no option other than to stay home until the evening; when it cools down a bit.
You had been reading a book that you recently bought, turning from page to page and occasionally getting a small whiff of the ‘new book’ scent.
Rui, on the other hand, was working on one of his inventions, not too far from you.
You both were in his room, you were reading on his bed, and he was kneeling on the ground, observing what he had just tinkered with.
“Rui” you state.
“Yes?” He replied as he put down his tools and turned to you.
“Would you mind if I grabbed a snack from the kitchen? I'm getting a bit hungry”
“Not at all,” he says.
You closed your book, and got up.
After a second, everything felt fuzzy, there was a painful tension in your head.
You felt lightheaded, and your body felt weak, but tried keeping your composure.
“Rui, i-“ you were cut off by a pain that ached in all of your body, and your vision declined more, everything that surrounded you became inaudible, leaving you unable to hear anything other than your own voice.
You could see Rui get up in a panic.
“Are you alright?” He questions.
“I don’t feel-“ your vision goes black, and you collapse.
Luckily, Rui catches you before you could hit the ground.
*********
You wake up, and try to remember how you ended up here.
The most you could make out was getting up from Ruis bed for a snack.
The sun was beginning to bid its farewell for the night, golden rays shone into Rui's room from the windows.
You sat up after a few minutes, then slowly got up from the bed, in search of Rui.
Before you opened the door, it appeared someone already had done that from the other side.
“Ah, you’re awake,”
“Yeah, do you mind refreshing my memory on what happened?” You asked
“You passed out,” He answered.
***********
Both of you sat on his bed, munching on a few snacks he brought from the kitchen with content.
“Are you feeling better now?”
“Yep! And thank you for the snacks”
“Of course,” He said with a chuckle.
Ok idk how to end this so i hope that was good eheh and if u want any changes lmk!
this is so bad but its whatever yk
#kamishiro rui x reader#wonderlands x showtime#rui kamishiro x reader#fluff#project sekai#project sekai headcanons
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mx galedekkarios dot tumblr dot com may i please have some gale and/or bloodweave hcs from your big beautiful mind 👉👈 (or honestly just any longform post of bg thoughts at all bc ur tags keep inflicting me w gory stickmen disease and wanting to read more ;;)
oh anon whadda hell.. u flatter me. 🫶 i unplugged my brain real quick and gave it a shake and this is all what fell out (some are mature):
in a modern au, gale's second favorite cuisine (after greek ofc) is east asian! he loves to both eat it and cook it from scratch. chinese, korean, japanese, etc. he's even good at other asian cuisines like thai and vietnamese. he's gotten very familiar with a lot of recipes and actively tries to learn more. when he doesn't feel like cooking that night, he opts for takeout. he's been a loyal customer of a handful of restaurants for so long that they already know his tastes too.
the only reason why gale's students don't try to flirt with him is because he's too much of a "my wife" guy. he's always wearing his ring, always talking about his partner, and has portraits of them in his office and everything. there's just no way you don't know that he's happily taken. you could be talking about the most random thing ever and he'd be like "omg! this reminds me of how my partner blahblahblah—" and everyone else is just like 😐 because he's already told this story five times before. not even tara is safe from this (and she was probably present for whatever story it is this time, too!). [this is assuming his students are older / uni prof]
i think gale would be the type of person to have a very Intense gaze without meaning to. the kind where you can feel it whenever he's looking at you. or when he's gazing at you lovingly, or even just looking you in the eye as you speak, it's almost too much. it's just so earnest, so sincere, so... intent on witnessing you and really paying attention, that it's like. whoa man. whoaaaaaaa now let's fucking chill before i blink and realize i've fallen in love with you alright 😳 (and, of course, this Greatly unsettles astarion in the beginning bc he's someone that can't afford to be seen.)
i know in my heart that mr "mine was a popular hand at the annual blackstaff's ball" + bagged a goddess + with the way i talk you can't be surprised i'm a generous munch + wyll, is it true that ppl think wizards don't fuck? :( bc i assure you we absolutely do!!!!! + mystra had pleasure domes dekarios was a hot girl once and his pussy still does pop severely. he's just in his depression era rn 💔
wyll calls gale elegant, minthara calls him dashing, shadowheart says he smells like a wealthy dowager, lae'zel assumes correctly that he had many tutors in his youth, and gale frequenting the temple of beauty in waterdeep all make me feel like gale x astarion are very the lady and the tramp coded. after they get married, they're old money x new money.
gale is always eager to teach astarion new spells, but astarion only gets excited about the ones that either help him be a better scoundrel and/or that spice up their sex life. which like. is still a win for them both either way
um. throat goat. that's it that's the headcanon sorry except it's also not really a hc bc he alludes to this but it's important to me tht we repeat it. but also maybe it shocks astarion the first time he's on the receiving end of it like boy WHAT!!!! you didn't tell me you was a freak like that!!! literally that damn shawty ok meme. gale gives him such wet sloppy glizzy gluck that it makes astarion feel like he has to wipe his ass afterward smh
neither of them want to get anywhere near bugs, but in any au gale would be the type to take it outside and astarion would just kill it using one of gale's 39304308309 books laying around
gale struggles to catch sarcasm and astarion loves to rile him up and take the piss out of him for it. lovingly ofc. whenever gale does understand astarion's sarcastic comments, he feels very proud of himself.
astarion sometimes drops things on purpose just to watch gale bend over. sorry (i'm the one that's sorry, not him btw)
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