#* wc: 693

[lucielxbe]

✏️

♫ kainé/salvation - nier ost nier automata au

it’s always been strange to luciel that androids were programmed with personality traits. he knows that siwoo, in particular, was programmed with ‘honesty’. though that somehow came with ‘curiosity’, which could be a good thing since he’s a scanner-type android. he still never quite understood why androids needed such things, but questioning the council of humanity’s decisions never once cross his mind.

he’s just a battler-type android, all he needs to do is to follow instructions and keep an eye on siwoo.

they’ve been assigned as partners for a long time. luciel is good at coordinating with fellow androids, but with siwoo sometimes…. they ran into trouble. one of those troubles had led to their present situation: a freaky head plastered onto a sales vehicle requesting them to find some flowers.

“it sounds suspicious, we should report it it immediately,” luciel told siwoo.

“huh? we should give it a try, hello? it looks fucking weird but it seems… nice?” the other blinked his eyes at him. “this is my duty, let’s just go with it. i need to know more.”

luciel took some time to process a decision, then sighed, “i should also tell headquarters to remove your ‘vulgarity’.”

“what the- fuck you???” siwoo responded, probably on purpose.

nevertheless, they went ahead with it. they had no reason to refuse its requests anyways, perhaps they could discover more information about the machine lifeforms they were fighting to send the data back to headquarters. siwoo made the right decision.

after finding those flowers three times, it brought them to a place underground.

it’s dark, which is natural for an underground place. yet luciel couldn’t help but to remain still for a brief moment to take in the scenery lighted up by a field of glowing white flowers.

the cart lifeform sounded extremely happy and started rambling about its past, how it once had a main body that split into pieces to protect earth. it’s weird, none of this was recorded the library of data. and that is what siwoo said.

“and i thought we knew everything… hey, nii-san, let’s go look around,” siwoo goes head to explore, even though there isn’t actually much other than a bunk bed with a roof right in the middle of the field. according to the cart, a human used to live in it. “that’s weird, this bunk bed feels familiar…” siwoo mumbles, crossing his arms while staring at the bed.

luciel stays silent.

“it’s my first time seeing this flower, but why does it feel so fami-”

“oh! this is a lunar tear!” the cart interrupts abruptly. “these used to grow all over the place, like the desert… but eventually the sand took over the soil and it stopped growing. this was a dear friend’s favourite flower. you can have one though! i’ll give one to you!”

“really? that sounds like a sad story… but thanks. hey, luciel nii-san, why are you so quiet for?”

luciel scoffs at him, “reporting to headquarters about what we discovered, of course.”

yorha no.8 type S has rediscovered lunar tears. he is showing signs of recovering his 32nd life’s memories data. proceed for execution?

memories. no, that’s wrong. how could luciel make that kind of mistake? androids only have data that can be implanted, altered, or deleted; they were nothing like memories.

luciel’s finger hovers over the ‘send’ button. his eyes turn to lay upon siwoo, chatting away happily with the cart. he’s always wondered… what was the personality trait that was programmed into himself? androids shouldn’t feel pain or remorse when they destroy a fellow android, and yet at his core it feels… crushing.

it’s for the sake of humanity, he tells himself in his mind repeatedly.

“hey, what’s up?”

the executioner battler-type android smiled.

“did you know, lunar tears are said to grant wishes?”

“no way, are you serious?!”

report received. execute yorha no.8 type S.

“mmh. you were the one who told me a long time ago.”

luciel never believed that a flower could grant wishes, only god could do that. but once upon a time during the duration of siwoo’s 19th life… he foolishly thought it was possible.

[drewmeows]

i am once again thinking about cowboy/lumberjack/farmer/general blue collar worker logan and the sweet young thing that is his boss' daughter...

cw: explicit smut MDNI, unprotected piv, creampie, implied virginity loss, implied age gap, afab reader wears a dress, logan refers to her as 'princess' 'sweetheart', wrote this on my phone and did not edit it amen, if i missed any tags please lmk!

wc: 693 words

"This is so- fuck- so wrong, sweetheart..." His guttural grunt made your eyes flutter shut and a shudder run down your spine and straight to your pussy, "Ruinin' ya like this, what would your daddy think, huh?"

You couldn't reply even if you wanted to, to try to convince Logan this only felt right, and who gives a shit what anyone else thinks. Instead your mind was a puddle at your feet. Or it would be, but he had you hiked onto the wall of the barn, your legs wrapped around his waist.

Your sundress was pushed up and over your tits so his hands could roughly grope them when he had the chance.

You simply rested your sweaty forehead on his shoulder, clutching his arms tightly as he rutted up into you. "Lo- Logan!" A squeal wrought from your chest as he shifted slightly, pulling you down further on his cock as one of his hands abandoned your tit to rub tight circles on your swollen clit.

Just as you went to beg for more he hit the gummy spot inside you that had your vision spanned with black dots. Logan grinned at you, feeling how awfully close to the edge he'd brought you.

"Better princess? Tha' the spot that's gonna make my sweet girl come?" You could only marvel at how not out of breath he sounded, almost unaffected by your damn near literal roll in the hay that unless you didn't have his cock throbbing inside of you and feel how taut his muscles were, you'd think this was just another day for him.

You nodded and pulled your head back, a whine caught in your throat at the debauched look of his hair tousled and flannel pushed down his shoulders. You dipped in for a kiss and Logan pulled back, a mischievous look on his face, "What's that, sweetheart? Gotta use your- ngh- words."

"Fuck! Want a kiss, please, please-" You continue to beg, wanton moans and cries slipping from your lips before he finally captures your mouth with his.

It's wet and barely louder than the slick sounds of your cunt as he fucks up into you at that same breakneck speed. Before Logan even goes to break the kiss, your high hits.

A keening noise rises high in your throat, met by Logan's grunt as you gush around him. He reared back, desperate to see your orgasm contort your face with pleasure.

All through it, he continues to rut into you, keeping that oh so steady pace that had you whimpering with overstimulation. Your nails dug deep enough into his biceps to draw blood, the feeling causing his eyes to roll slightly.

"Keep doin' that n squeezing me like that, and I'm gonna cum, princess," He spoke it as if it was a threat but all you heard was salvation. You nodded and looked him right in the eyes.

With a hand moving up to grip the back of his head of hair, "Wan' you to fill me up, please, Lo? Please- I need it-" A soft gasp escaping your lips once more as tears filled your eyes, pain and pleasure mixing in all the overwhelming new feelings.

It seemed that was all the permission he needed, a hoarse groan your only warning before he buried himself deep and came inside your cunt, warming you from the inside out as heat burns your cheeks.

Logan pants against your shoulder, small and inconsequential murmurs of praise falling from his mouth as you struggle to gain the ability to breathe much less speak again.

Hours later when you've come back around to your senses while picking a splinter of wood from the barn out of your back, you'll look back on this moment and wonder why it took you so damn long to finally make a move on your father's worker.

Because as you slip down from his waist and let your dress fall down to your knees- which are weak as jelly, wavering underneath you- and Logan's arm slides around your waist with a reserved smile, propping you up against him, you swear you can feel yourself falling anyways.

[jaykesgirly]

first date

boyfriend!hyung line x gn!reader

synapsis: quick scenarios on where the hyung line would take you on your first date together

genre: fluff; no warnings needed

wc: 693

a/n: this was written in like 20 minutes so i apologize if it is literally horrible

Heeseung

He would 100% take you to an arcade for your first date. With his love for games he thought what better of a place for a first date right. He will get competitive when it comes to certain games but most of the time I can see him trying to let you win unless you’re just god awful at it. If it was a one player game and you didn’t know how to play it, Heeseung would take the chance to show off a little by showing you how to play. This man is very playful and will definitely tease you if you’re really bad at a game. BUT he will find it so endearing when you start pouting at his words and will immediately apologize and tell you he was joking. The night would end with the two of you getting ice cream and talking about all the stupid arcade prizes each of you won. Heeseung WILL be getting you a plushie no matter what, even if it takes him an extra 1000 tickets he is determined to make sure you walk out of that date with something he won for you.

Jay

I can’t think of Jay doing anything other than a nice dinner date out for a first date. He’s a very classic type of guy and will take you out somewhere more upscale since he has the means to do so (he just wants to spoil you ). He also just wanted an excuse to see you dressed up in something pretty. Will be the perfect gentleman from the time he picks you up to the time he drops you back off at home: opening the car/restaurant door for you, pulling back your chair and pushing you into the table, if you’re walking on the sidewalk he will be walking on the street side, and so so much more because this man is so smitten by you. If you even think about paying for this meal he will quickly stop you and tell you that you never have to pay for a date as long as you’re with him (he loves to spoil his favorite person).

Jake

Picnic date. Jake is the type to love the outdoors and would LOVE to sit out in nature with you. He will also insist on making all the food himself so it can be more special (even though his cooking expertise is limited). On the day of your date he will show up with everything packed in a cute picnic basket and a picnic blanket in hand. He made some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, apple slices, and some crackers along with a couple thermoses of ramen because it’s one of the only things he knows how to cook. Jake will take you to the prettiest park he knows to make sure the scenery is perfect for this date. You two will have such a lovely time enjoying each other's presence and talking about literally anything until the sun goes down. You two will watch the sunset together and it will make for the perfect romantic ending to this date.

Sunghoon

It would be a crime if I made Sunghoon’s literally anything except for ice skating. He genuinely would not know anywhere else to take you so his first instinct was to take you back to his own element. Sunghoon was fully prepared to be taking it slow with you while skating because not everyone has the same experience as him, so he will be holding your hands guiding you through the rink until you start to get the hang of skating (also sees it as an opportunity to be close to you). Fair warning he will laugh at you if you fall and eat shit, but will eventually help you up off the ice and back to your feet. And if you ask if you can simply sit and watch him skate how he used to, his heart would literally skip a beat. He would pretend to protest for a minute but would eventually oblige and show you some of his old tricks he used to do on the ice.

[str4ngr]

proximity.

m. fusiguro. | my drug, my addiction.

cw: suggestive, foul language, pre-relationship, mutual pining, college student! (aged up for legal purposes) megumi and reader, drinking, gn! reader. wc: 693. notes: guys, do not drink underage!

Parties were not a common occurrence in Tokyo's finest colleges. At least of this messy sort.

However, someone, neither of you knew who it was, had one. It wasn't just university students either, random students who found out and treated it like a B.Y.O.B. event also filled the house.

Regardless, Megumi didn't know if he was going left or right in the sea of drunk students, desperate to figure out why he was there in the first place. He was pretty sure it was a mission, but he was also pretty sure Itadori and Nobara wouldn't be laughing as they dropped him off with you if it was.

He needed to find you, required to make sure there was no curse, and both of you would come back in one piece. The two of you got separated by some drunk stampede in a desperate chase for more liquor. It had been nearly an hour since you had been whisked away into the jungle of drinkers. Besides, Megumi was not feeling any more interested in this party than when he first came here with an unamused glare.

Megumi continued to grunt in irritation as he shoved through the crowd, looking through the sea of hair and party hats for you. More than once, he thought he spotted you, but it was someone else. And someone else. And someone else. It was getting to his head. Growling in annoyance, he continued to call your phone over and over as if you would hear it over the piercing music.

Wandering, more like tripping, into one of the random bathrooms that had no place being as clean as it was during a party of this kind, Megumi crashed into someone familiar,

"Y/n!"

He calls, half gasping, half scolding in tone as he grabs your shoulders. He flusters as you lean into his figure, giggling with flushed cheeks,

"Hi, 'Gumi~"

You grin, clearly inebriated and not in the right head space, but maybe an honest one. Someone laughs and closes the door behind you two, leaving you isolated. His cheeks only burned more, they were mistaken. You two are teammates, not—

Megumi stared as you laughed, arms wrapped around each other in an intimate way he didn't expect. Fuck.

What the hell was even going on? Megumi asked himself a series of similar questions, brows furrowed as you grinned and giggled, his lips twitching in amusement. There was no curse, and there was no criminal. Well, if there were one, why not call the police? There were crimes, sure, but not something out of the ordinary for such a place.

No matter what path he took, it all led his eyes back to you. Your perfect figure adorned in a perfectly you dress, one that accentuated your body in ways Megumi had never thought to look at. His heart raced behind his ribs, shaking his bones as he licked his lips. His mouth felt dry, breath hot. You clung to him, wobbly knees making you stumble, and he let you. Following as you fell back against the wall, he knew he didn't have to. He knew he could more than easily resist your pull. But he didn't. His arms framed your face as he peered towards you, hot, heavy breaths fanning down your collarbones.

Electricity snapped between you and him, your eyes half-lidded, colored lips parted as your arms lazily wrapped around his neck. It felt almost intentional how you were so close to what you wanted. Your fuddled gaze traced the seductive features of his perfect face, wanting to reach out and touch his flushed skin. Taking your lip between your teeth, your eyes fell from his to his lips,

"Megumi..."

You sighed, saliva pooling in your mouth as your arms dropped, hands lingering on his sturdy shoulders.

"Do you fucking know what you do to me?"

He growled, hand wrapping around the back of your skull to bring your lips to his. It was messy, the only pair of sober lips directing your drunken movements in languid passion. You laughed into his lips, teeth clashing as your fingers twirled the longer strands of his hair.

notes: tweaking i need him s

[calliopesdiary]

“you’re too sweet for me” part two

read part 1 here!

wc: 693

summary; you partially own your mums coffee & flower shop, so it’s no secret that you’d have a little (big) work crush on a boy whom you only know from his signature on the receipts.

ships; poly!marauders x fem!barista!reader

contents; mild language, sirius is a flirt, slight gilmore girls reference

*ring, ring.*

“hello?”

“hey, darling.”

oh gods… that familiar voice… he called you… didn’t he?

“o-oh, hi.”

“you sound surprised, was i not supposed to call the cute girl who works at my favorite coffee shop?”

fuck, here comes the blush.

“i-i just.. didn’t expect you to want too.”

“well, i did want too.”

you could almost hear his cocky grin.

“so, since we’re calling, i was just wondering if we could go out sometime? just casual, getting to know eachother?”

he sounded so confident.

“m-me? you want to go out with.. me?”

“you are the person i’m asking, love.”

“…”

“so.. is that a yes—“

“yes! yes! i mean— sure… that sounds…. fun?”

“great— oh! and i’m sure you won’t mind my boyfriends joining, hm?”

“boyfriends…? fuck! i knew he wasn’t single—“

“they’d like to get to know you as much as i would.”

“… they would?”

“mmmhm.”

“that’s fine.”

“perfect, i’ll pick you up from the shop at eight, will your mum mind?”

“i don’t think so— no.”

“perfect, see you then. love.”

“s-see you!”

“…mum!!! i’ve got a date with my favorite customer.”

you raced upstairs.

shaking your nerves out was a bit more difficult than it seemed, you had dreamed of this moment ever since Sirius had merely stepped into your shop.

though you never expected to go on a date with him and his two boyfriends.

"what's the hand shaking for, sweetheart?" your mum lovingly placed her hands on your shoulders to try and ease any anxiety.

"mum... its not... just Sirius."

"Oh, is it those two other boys aswell?"

"...how do you know about Remus and James?"

"They come into the florist section of the shop every saturday to purchase flowers for Sirius.

"Oh."

"Sweetie, you do not need to be nervous. you look so beautiful."

"thanks, mum."

You smiled sweetly up to your mum, before you heard a knock on the door of your apartment.

"Go get em', sweetie."

you smiled back at her, as you turned the door knob anxiously.

"hi, Sirius.'

"Hi... y-y/n"

poor thing might've been just as nervous as you were.

"y-you look... very nice..."

he smiled.

"thank you."

"Remus and James are in the car, are you ready to go?"

you nodded lightly, and he led you to the car. you felt your stomach flutter as he opened the car door for you, motioning for you to get in.

you were sat next to Remus, he put his book down and greeted you politely.

"you look lovely, Y/N."

"thank you, Remus. so do you."

you could tell James was nervous, he smiled back to you and complimented your looks.

after a small debate on where to go and what to do, you ultimately decided on going to an old library (you loved reading, so it was up your alley)

the date was so lovely, it almost felt like you guys had known eachother for years.

was it just your imagination? or did they really like you back? was it too good to be true? you couldn't decide, and you found yourself dreading the date ever ending.

but all things come to an end, but hopefully this was the start of something life changing.

you pulled into your apartments parking lot, and you were helped out of the car by James.

"it was lovely, tonight."

he smiled at your slightly flustered expression.

"i really enjoyed it..."

you met his gaze, and you yearned for more than just eye contact.

you stopped at your front door, he faced you with a slight blush on his face.

"..can i kiss you?"

"James-"

"please?"

"o-okay..."

he leaned down, pressing his plump lips against your soft ones. basking in the glory of finally kissing you.

his lips tasted like straight heaven, and his hand crept to the small of your back. leaning into your lips until you both broke off.

"t-thank you..."

he chuckled softly at your chosen words.

"have a goodnight, love."

he smiled, and left you at the front door.

suddenly, your mum swung the door open, causing you to jolt.

"mum!"

"you said thank you? sweetheart he kissed you, don't say thank you."

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[kazumist]

LATE NIGHT SHENANIGANS WITH HIM .ᐟ

✩ — includes: albedo, xiao, kazuha x gn!reader. fluff with a hint of crack if u squint. no cws. wc: 693. reblogs and feedback are very much appreciated!

albedo — !

going to a playground at one in the morning to play on the swings, wandering around a small grocery store with you in the cart and him pushing you, lips meeting as you two smile cheekily at each other, you and albedo do random stuff when you spend time together at this hour.

during the day he will paint or sketch you while at night you two avoid bringing art into your quality time (albedo said it’s to rest his mind from art but you know he’s itching to do a small sketch of you). however, albedo gets more clingy during the night. always using some sort of childish tone that no one (except for you) has heard of before. “let’s go to the playground? i want to sit on the swings.” or something of the like. and he always gets clingy at these moments, wanting your fingers to comb through his hair while he lays on your lap on the grass.

to every second of every minute that albedo gets to spend time with you— he is grateful. he’s grateful because he can love you during every second that he is with you.

xiao — !

late night drives while holding hands (one hand is driving and one hand is holding yours), having movie marathons until the sun slowly starts to rise, watching random tapes and viewing the pictures that he took back then to reminisce the memories, xiao doesn’t really like going out late in the night but if it’s with you then why not?

small whispers of the two of you planning on what to do for your date the next day, xiao tracing constellations on your hands and slightly playing with your fingers as he listens to you ramble, he wasn’t the one to talk a lot. even when you started dating, he doesn’t talk a lot but he listens. and that’s one of the many reasons why you love him.

you two would also try to bake at around midnight, he’d suggest to just buy online but you reminded him that most stores are closed at this hour so there’s no choice but to make pastries yourselves. painting each other with the frosting as you wait for the small cake to bake, running away from him as he chases you around the kitchen. catching you in his arms despite both of you being covered in flour but honestly? no one really cared. it was just the two of you in your little world together anyways. who are others to judge?

“did you check the cake if it’s done?” well, that might be a problem.

kazuha — !

making small origamis, flying around paper planes in empty streets, slow dancing alone while music from his phone played. it gets a bit chaotic with you and kazuha. every late night date is a different one. it’s either you stay inside or go out doing the most stupid yet cutest things.

there’s times where you go on small staircases and jump down while he catches you, and there’s also times where you two stay at home as he teaches you how to make a paper crane despite it being literally two hours past midnight, and of course there are times where you both just crave food so you eat snacks together while watching shows.

it’s never a dull moment with kazuha. although he seems to be the one who’s laid back and chill at first glance, once you get to know him you’d notice that he tends to be the opposite sometimes. he gets pretty childish and clingy at times too, and you find it endearing to think about how he only becomes like this towards you.

“are you sleepy? we can sleep now if you want.” god, you love it when he talks to you in that tone, it just feels so comforting and soft. you shook your head at him, trying to say no but your eyes slowly closing says otherwise. kazuha chuckles at this before slowly picking you up and bringing you to the bed where you can comfortably sleep.

with a kiss on your forehead, he whispers softly, “goodnight, sleepy head.”

[sugarcloudsky]

Hi there! Can i request hcs of Clotted Cream Cookie x Older Sibling reader who is someone who Clotted Cream Cookie look up to, someone who Clotted Cream Cookie can just be himself and not the consul, someone who would tease him like an older sibling would do. Basically just some good old fluff of sibling interactions (the poor cookie needs some family love since Custard Cookie is a bastard of a father)

「Clotted Cream With an Older Sibling Reader」

character: clotted cream cookie (platonic)

wc: 693

cws: a bit of angst, custard being a bad father, reader is the biological child of custard cookie

sorry for taking literal months to get to this!!! i hope this is to your liking, anon!! :) i also wrote this while listening to the boilerworks theme from luigis mansion 3. Good stuff!

On the outside, Clotted Cream Cookie was who his adoptive father molded him to be: a confident, smart, and intelligent consul.

It was the only person his father allowed him to be. Any kind of imperfections he saw in the young consul were strictly punished and taken care of.

Every day from early morning to late evening, Clotted Cream had to spend all his time doing boring paperwork, attending burdensome meetings, or giving speeches with that confident grin everyone was so used to seeing from him.

The time he looks forward to the most is when he is finally done with his work for the day. When he is able to trudge back to the House Custard with Financier Cookie quietly following behind him.

Though he is not there to rest, not yet, at least! He is there to find comfort in the only family he has that he can lean on: you.

You, his older sibling who is the biological child of Custard Cookie. Except despite your father’s vile personality, you were nothing like him.

You treated Clotted Cream with respect, with kindness. You spoke to him normally. You never yelled at him whenever he made mistakes. You encouraged him to take breaks whenever he needed them.

With the way you treated him so nicely, he felt comfortable opening up to you and being vulnerable around you. You allowed him to vent about your father, how awful he treated Clotted Cream. You were always there for him, no matter what he said.

You respected his feelings and his boundaries. You knew when he wanted comfort from you, or when he wanted to be left alone. Because you knew despite how much you both cared for each other, he still occasionally felt jealous of you.

He would never hold anything against you, but he can’t help the ache in his chest when he sees Custard Cookie speak to you without the usual scowl on his face that the young consul was so used to seeing directed at him.

Though of course, you would never stand for this blatant favoritism! You would always scold your father for mistreating your younger brother, even if your anger fell upon deaf ears.

Although no matter what, you will continue to defend Clotted Cream Cookie as much as you could against Custard Cookie!

Anyways, onto less angsty headcanons!

Clotted Cream’s favorite thing to do with you is playing some board games.

The consul is known for being someone very intelligent, always being a step ahead. But now, he’s able to sit back and play a simple game of checkers with you. Sometimes you win, sometimes he wins, it’s a mixed result!

You and him may also occasionally participate in a little cook-off for fun! Financier is your judge, although she may be a bit biased for Clotted Cream. No hard feelings, though!

And despite not showing it, he quite likes when you tease him in a lighthearted manner. He likes being able to have casual conversations for once. Even when he talks to Financier Cookie, he is required to remain somewhat professional. But with you, he’s able to laugh and joke alongside you!

To put it bluntly, not only does he appreciate having you by his side, but he also very much looks up to you. Despite not being involved with anything in the republic politically, you are still an intelligent and confident cookie like your brother! You’re able to help him with paperwork or writing speeches if he needs it, and he’s incredibly grateful for you.

He wants to be like you someday. You were someone very special and admirable to him…

In the end, Clotted Cream Cookie appreciates being able to have a family member who is always there for him. Even when his father isn’t the nicest to him, and his mother is kept away from him, and he feels like he has no one, he’s happy to remember the warmth and comfort you’ve brought into his life!

So remember to give him a nice pat on the back the next time he comes back from a tiring day of work. He definitely needs it.

[serialee]

Ateez Reactions: Dressed Up

Edited pictures belong to (aykdzip)

genre: sfw - fluff [693 wc]

pairing: ot8 x gf.reader

warning: none

○ 'NEVERLAND MASTERLIST' || 'NAVIGATION' |

◆ PARK SEONGHWA & JUNG YUNHO ◆

compliments, lots of them. Full on fanboying, love filled eyes.

When you blurted out loud one day that you felt like going shopping to cure your boredom, he didn't hesitate to pick up the car keys and accompany you shopping. However, if they could be a bit blunt, you were somewhat taking very long in the mall. You laughed when you heard them whine from outside as you were finally trying on clothes. The moment you stepped out in your first outfit, he felt like his breath was taken away. He wordless-ly stepped closer to you, reaching his hands out to wrap them around your waist, wanting to pull you closer.

"Oh sweet heavens, look at you my baby look at you!! Wow ... just...wow"

"hahaha aren't you embarrassed people are looking at us?"

"Wow you look absolutely gorgeous i think I'm falling in love all over again"

◆ SONG MINGI & CHOI JONGHO ◆

surprised and suggests photoshoots, maybe couple dress ups.

Busy, busy, busy. Everyone in Ateez is busy preparing for their biggest comeback yet with Deja Vu. Your boyfriend was no exception even though he is already dressed because he was brainstorming poses. A little frustrated with himself, you came by a whirlwind of a surprise as you strutted in matching Deja Vu goddess dress making the crews' jaw drop and the members clapping at the confidence you were showing. He turned around to see you and swore he entered heaven because how was he so blessed with such divine presence such as yourself? He could not take his eyes off of you or your dress but certainly not shy of compliment, matching your confidence and pulls you against him on set. The photographer played along and tens of minutes later, you just had your first photoshoot with your boyfriend.

"Thank your being my pose inspiration, gorgeous"

◆ KANG YEOSANG & CHOI SAN ◆

In love, prepares for a spontaneous dinner date. no time is to be lost!

When his head turned to face the door, he saw you walk in with rows of bags on both arms. It looked like you were ready to fall due to unbalance, so he got up and rushed to take some of the weight off. He laughed at you, asking "what did you buy so much?” 

“I promise you I didn’t mean to…” he knew there was more to that, “it’s just just there was a mega sale going on …”. That seriously got him into fits of laughter. He is laughing at your body language, head down and swaying your legs like a child getting caught. You shooed your boyfriend out so you could do a try on haul without being disturbed. You only went out to show him when you wore your favourite purchase, that immediately became his too! 

“Ohh my god, you look gorgeous. Gimme 10 minutes baby, you wait here! Oh, I’m going to dine-date you so good tonight!” That was the start of a rather silly dinner date, buying you flowers in front of you. You didn’t mind because honestly, it was just so cute!

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And queue the love noises. Get ready to be shown off like a model; his model. 

“God, tell me how lucky was I to get such a hot girlfriend like you??” you heard your boyfriend yell from the other side of the room as you changed into your most favourite outfit. His sudden outburst turned the entire photoshoot crew into laughter. You could hear some of the staff jokingly play around as they called out to you on how jealous they were that you had a boyfriend so in love with you. You hollered back at them, letting them know how it really felt if they were in your shoes. Not a minute later and the floor sounded like an alpha wolf was present, the whistles and howls he made to hype you up. Rotating the camera in a dramatic way actually gave some awesome shots, surprisingly. 

“No no, it’s all in the model, it's all you baby...all you”

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Treasured

Prompt #969 Their love wasn’t gentle, beautiful and delicate. It was ugly, rough and hard to understand for outsiders. But they treasured it anyway.

Pairing: Din Djarin x Ezra (Prospect)

Summary: Din and Ez have loved each other for years.

Warnings: some canon typical violence, reference to smut WC: 693

a/n: Second prompt fill of my 7 day challenge. I'm a day behind, but I did write most of this yesterday.

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Their love wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t beautiful or delicate. Even Ezra couldn’t quite wax poetic about whatever it was the two of them had. People might even say their love was ugly and rough, but no one could deny it was right. They fit together seamlessly, rough edges fitting together instead of smoothing each other out. 

When Din had Ezra’s arm wrapped around his torso, his breath puffing onto Din’s bare chest, he finally felt like he was right where he belonged. Din had spent decades as an outsider in his own tribe, a tribe of outsiders themselves. He had never truly had a home until he met Ez. 

The smooth talking outer rim native had had the gall to kick Din’s ass when he tried to bring him in for a bounty. One armed. Ezra still ribs him about it to this day. The man had ended up straddling Din’s hips, a blade pressed tightly to his throat beneath the lip of his helmet. 

Din was not accustomed to losing in hand to hand combat, even less so to those who were at a disadvantage – tactically speaking. He was in awe, and so was his body. Ez had clocked the bulge in Din’s pants right away. 

“Like a man who can hold his own there, Mando?” 

Din had grunted, trying not to shift too much with the knife pressed to his throat.

Somewhere between rutting into each other on the ground, coming in their pants like teenagers, and Din dragging him back to the Crest with his hand wrenched behind him, Ezra managed to convince Din not to take him in. 

Ezra spent just about every day they weren’t boarded up on the ship proving exactly how useful he could be to Din. He sweet talked witnesses, watched Din’s back, and took down runaway bounties single handedly (ha). 

On the Crest, locked away from any and all prying eyes, the two men took comfort in one another. They took each other apart, sparring in the tiny space of the cargo hold before falling into a heap of tangled limbs on the floor. Ezra’s mouth was good for more than rambling and he often put it to good use. Din showed Ez just how good he was with his hands. They put each other back together, holding each other in a way neither of them had ever had before. 

Anyone who caught on to their feelings for each other questioned what a mandalorian would want with a one armed outer rim criminal or what anyone could see in a faceless man made of steel. 

But those people never caught Din’s tender gaze at Ezra as he conned a whole Sabbac table out of their money. They weren’t privy to late night conversations where Din told Ezra all about growing up as a Mandalorian. About the few things he could remember of his life before the Creed. About his long, lonely years as a bounty hunter, bringing back every credit he could save to his struggling covert. 

Ezra was right by Din’s side when they faced that Empire remnant scum offering a bounty larger than anything either of them had ever seen. He got the hang of blurg riding after just two tries, sharing a sideways glance with Kuill as Din struggled and suppressing a snicker. 

Ez had Din’s back when they came upon the veritable army protecting the bounty. 

“What manner of man is this that he warrants 50-odd men protecting his hide?”

“One worth a pile of beskar ingots. Duck.”

Ezra had dropped to his knees quickly as Din fired the rifle over his head, evaporating a merc. Ez talked the IG-11 down, got him to work with the two of them instead of against, and then promptly shot the thing dead. 

“No droids,” Ezra rasped, winking at Din. 

Ezra was right by Din’s side when the pod opened and revealed a tiny green baby. 

“Now this is something I have never seen in all my time in the galaxy. Look at his ears!” 

Din had reached out his finger, letting the little green thing wrap his three-clawed hand around his finger. 

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[rosewaterandivy]

hiraeth

Summary: hiraeth - a Welsh word that has no direct English translation. It is likened to a homesickness tinged with grief and sadness over the lost or departed.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader, if you squint (it's really more of a character study)

WC: 693

Warnings/Themes: 18 +, MINORS DNI. Graphic depictions of violence and sex. Psychological horror/trauma, memory loss, body horror, dark and sacrilegious themes, and mutual corruption.

A/N: prosaic idolatry, smut, horror, and the sublime. please re-read the warnings/themes section above because this is not for everyone. if you can't watch a David Cronenberg film or have issues with any of the warnings above, please move along. and before you can ask, yes, this is a quasi-winter soldier!au

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But what Robin and Dustin and the party don’t understand is this: that every war story is a love story.

Surprisingly, his sole ally in his “cock-eyed fucking disaster” of an operation is Hop.

Didn’t bat an eye when Steve calmly stated, “There’s no future for me, not without her.”

Robin rolled her eyes and Dustin groaned, but Hopper gave him a curt nod of ‘say no more.’ Left with a promise to work his contacts, to see what could be done.

Which is how Steve found himself on a bustling subway platform during the afternoon rush. Was it stupid? Maybe. But he’d been around the block enough times to know the odds - he was made into a soldier and then a weapon for fuck’s sake, not like someone was going to get a drop on him.

The train has gotten crowded, typical for New York— nothing out of the ordinary. Steve attempted to give the little space that he could to an elderly woman and the young mother to his left. Someone behind him was pressed so close that—

It was you, he was sure of it.

But how could he be? Nothing ever came from Hop working his contacts and Robs flat out refused to be of any help at all.

He saw your hand, still delicate and unblemished despite it all, drift past his hip and your other hand grasp the pole to his right. He couldn’t help it: he reached down blindly and laced your fingers with his. He felt your breath on his neck, warm and soft pressed against him— close enough to kiss if he’d just turned his head.

“I looked for you,” Steve murmured over his shoulder. “I looked everywhere for you.”

Your mouth was pressed against the curve of his neck. “I know,” you said. “I was watching. I wanted to see how you were.”

“Turns out,” you continue, lips softly brushing against his skin. “I’m not the only one. I thought you were maybe with that girl, Buckley,” and Steve jerked helplessly but before he could say anything, you continued, “No, I know. But she’s relentless, that one. She won’t let me get near you.”

Steve tucked his head at that, not wanting anyone to see his reaction, not even you. Unfettered, you go on: “I thought maybe she was watching you the way I was, like she was in love with you. But now I know she has her own reasons.”

“It’s you,” Steve admits. “They want you. They want to— I don’t know, reprogram you.” He let the words fall from his mouth. “Reintegrate. Debrief. Think there’s a job offer in it for ya.”

“Work,” you scoff. “Kill is more likely.”

Steve swallowed down the acid working it’s way up his throat. He knew you well enough to hear the hesitation, the reluctance in your voice when you say, “I would if, if you—,”

“No, no,” Steve said through gritted teeth, and then: “You know that’s the last thing I’d want.”

A whisper of a smile against his neck, skin prickling at the familiarity. “Yeah, I’ve got your number punk.” You let go of his hand and a moment later, Steve feels a paper brush against his fingers and grasps it. “It’s no longer a ten minute window,” you say. “It’s a four minute window. I’d be flattered if it wasn’t so damn irritating. But it’s the hand we’ve been dealt.”

The subway car slows down, people start to crowd close to the doors. Your hand slips from his view, ready to disappear before his very eyes.

“Read your paper,” you advise. “Paper confounds them.” You pull away from Steve and exit the car, melting into the crowd as if you were never there at all. A selfish part of him envied that neat trick you’d honed and perfected over the years.

A specter and a soldier.

He found himself wondering what it feels like to be a ghost.

[firstjake]

Anything For You — Park Sunghoon

winter date fluff etc | wc: 693

"Please, Sunghoon, I want to go outside." You pout, grabbing his hands and kissing his knuckles. "Just for a bit, Hoonie, I'm all better no—achoo!" You drawl, cutting yourself off with a sneeze. 

‘Hoonie’ fights the smile that threatens to make an appearance as you jut out your bottom lip while looking up at him (and he can’t decide if he wants to smile because you look adorable or because you look ridiculous.. he thinks it’s both). 

"It's far too cold for that." As much as he wants to go out, and knows just how much you want to as well, you’re still getting over a cold - making this trip out in the chill of December the last thing you need right now. 

Up on your tippy toes you try to kiss him, whining as he dips his head away from you. "Don't be disgusting, YN." He watches as your lips push into a pout, instantly feeling bad and giving you kisses all over your face, smiling against your lips. "So, night in?" His brows raise with hope as he presses a final kiss on your forehead. 

You frown, knitting your brows at him as you wrap your arms around him. "We'll wear jackets." A rebuttal. And Sunghoon almost can’t believe how stubborn you still are, despite how sick you’ve been all week. 

"It looks like you're already wearing mine." He states, laughing as you jump at the feeling of his hands pinching your sides. He doesn’t mind at all, you look so cute in it as it hangs from your frame: a look that he would describe as the jacket wearing you. 

"Hoon, please." You beg once more, running your fingers through the silver locks at the nape of his neck, as you often do when trying to convince him of something. 

With a dramatic sigh, Sunghoon rolls his eyes at you before ducking down for a kiss, his lips pressed against yours as he mumbles. "Anything for you." 

The cycle path just by your apartment building served as the set for your winter date. With the sound of bikes zipping by and people laughing and talking. Walking dogs. Pushing strollers. All playing a part in the soundtrack of your time spent together, sitting under a tall tree, your head on his shoulder and his arm around you. 

"We should have brought GaGa." You mumble to him, loving the feeling of his fingers playing with the bits of hair sticking out from under your hat. His hat. And though your eyes are closed you know he’s rolling his eyes at the nickname. 

His little giggle sounds like heaven until he punches you lightly in the stomach, and he laughs harder at the sight of your upper body jerking in response. "Her name is Gaeul."

"But I like GaGa." You pout, making a show out of rubbing the spot he had punched. 

"And I like you."

Your brows raise as if you don't already know. "Oh really?" 

He hums in response, tracing circles on your knee with a gloved hand, his other hand, bare, is tucked away in his jacket pocket. 

Despite promising him you had everything you needed to leave the house, you’d forgotten your gloves, and while Sunghoon had offered (forced) his own, you said you’d only accept if he wore one. Leaving each of you with a gloved hand and a bare one. 

"And if I was to say that I loved you?"

"I'd say it back." 

You wear a toothy grin at this. "I love you, Hoon." You giggle, and immediately feel warm inside just saying it out loud. 

"It back." Sunghoon finds himself far too funny for his own good but he’s so cute that you don’t really mind. 

A few minutes pass by before a cold hand presses itself to your cheek. Fuzzy knit beanie tickly on his forehead. Noses bumping. Lips touching. 

You definitely don't mind when he mumbles I love you, against your lips.

And there’s no containing the grins on your faces as they pull away from one another, you nestling your head back into his neck, leaving soft kisses on the same spot.

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[jikjinz]

BIRTHDAY PRINCESS .ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ

cw: l.dongheon x fem!reader, fluffy smut; oral (f!receiving), unprotected p in v sex; some feelings etc., not much is happening and it's mostly vanilla but lmk if i missed anything

wc: 693

a/n: it's my birthday :DDD i'm scheduling this post for 00:01 on saturday 23rd so that you won't be misled by the timezones anyway i had to uncrust my skills yet AGAIN and since i saw a screenshot of dongheon from the ep at the gym i'm writing all of this from my grave. peace out and i hope to come back here in no time again :DD

“you’re my princess, right? i will treat you as one.”

it’s not like dongheon is treating you differently on everyday basis but today is an even more special day. your birthday.

his head rests between your tits as he’s inhaling your delicate scent. he’s taking his time with you, not like any of you is in a hurry anyway; the fact that he even took a day-off is actually surprising to you.

“mmm, my- pretty princess,” dongheon is mumbling to himself while kissing your chest gently, while his hands roam around your thighs, hips, and waist. you’re sitting at the edge of the bed, with dongheon trapped between your legs and his head in your chest. your hands mindlessly run through his hair as you slowly doze off, lulled by the slow tempo and by the overall coziness of the situation.

dongheon slowly moves down with kis kisses, trailing a way down to your cunt, and as you lay yourself down on the mattress, he’s spreading your lower lips with his fingers.

“so that’s why you barely touched the dinner,” you laugh, remembering his words about how his dessert will satify him enough. but it’s like dongheon doesn’t hear anything; like he’s in his own world, which is actually true in a sense.

he starts by kissing your clit, slowly swirling his tongue around it, earning a few whimpers falling from past your lips. slowly pushing one finger inside you, he still nips and sucks your clit, which only drives you off to the crazyland even more. there’s nothing else on your mind, only dongheon, his lips, fluffy hair messed up thanks to your hands, and soon you start dozing off about other parts of his body, causing you to clench around his calloused finger as you mewl about how good it is.

it doesn’t take long for him to bring you over the edge; your hips move on its own as you ride through the ecstasy, using the face of your boyfriend for it. you smile through heavy breaths when dongheon gets up, runs his hand through his hair and stares at you with that eyes, full of desire and lust with sprinkles of drunken fascination.

“my princess- so good,” he says, hand going up from your waist to your inner thighs, spreading your legs apart. with one hand, dongheon adjust his length to your entrance, and the other is holding your leg over his shoulder. “can i?”

and when you agree, it’s when the fun begins.

dongheon is slowly pushing his length into you, and even if it goes in inch by inch, it’s still making you full. the way you clench around his tip alone is not helping, though at least he gets to know you’re as needy as him. nice.

“impatient, are we?” he laughs when he notices how you try to wiggle your hips just to lure him even more inside. “i’ll make you feel good in no time, i promise, but- you need to- be calm, okay?”

his own brain is slowly shutting off, words not making much sense together. not only your walls suck him in so delightfully but also that cute stare you give him, asking and begging to finally start the good stuff.

with the last push, his impressive length is all inside you. your eyes roll back, your lips part and a moan escapes past them. that’s when dongheon kisses you with the passion burning inside him, letting you know that the flame is all for you. after few kisses, your muscles relax and as you cup your boyfriend’s face, you let him take control.

dongheon breathes in. he’s on the verge of breaking and using you like a fleshlight; he knows that it’s your day and he’s ready to make you feel so, so good, although the feral thoughts can’t stop creeping into his mind.

he rolls his hips into you once, then once again. thrust after thrust, he’s calming down thanks to the steady pace he started. kissing you again, he swallows your moans as you do with his; you two start to melt into each other, becoming one for eternity.

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That's 99 more posts than 2021!

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#5

August Minific Challenge day 04!!

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Today’s prompt is “How don’t you know the difference between your left and right?”

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WC is 693

Fugitive!Luka and Mari are making their way to London this time.

It’s the dead of night, and Luka and Marinette are running down the silent streets of Paris, trying to catch a ride on any bus that hopefully won’t call the cops on them.

They stop by a bus and Marinette and Luka go to board it. After getting on, the driver immediately yells for them to leave or he will call the cops, and in the heat of the moment Luka draws the gun Anarka had forced him to take with him when he started packing up to run. “Drive us to the Gare du Nord and don’t call the cops.” Luka sits in the frontmost seat facing the driver as Marinette takes the spot next to him.

The driver spits at them and curses. “Always knew you Vigilantes were freakazoids. I bet you’ve always been working with Hawkmoth.” Luka feels an almost predatory hiss climbing his throat but holds a straight face and just gestures to the gun.

The driver shuts up and takes them to where they wanted to go and Luka quickly pulls Marinette off the bus. “He’s gonna tell the cops where we’re going. We should transform to be safe then throw clothes over top.”

“Okay… and Luka… you wouldn’t actually shoot anyone… Right?”

The boy stares at her and almost drops his gun. “Of course not! It's just… we’re already criminals… It… seemed scary… I’m sorry Mar.”

“Don’t worry about it.” She smiles and quickly transforms and throws clothes on as they board the train, Luka having done the same. “I haven’t ever seen that side of you.”

“It’s the part of me I never want to be.”

“Mysterious.” The couple starts to giggle, some of the adrenaline fading away, as they’re already another step to safety.

After a bit of a trip, they carry their few things to the small residence in a quiet part of town and knock on the door. A slim woman seeming to be almost an exact copy of Sabine appears, quickly pulls the two weary travelers inside and gives them some tea.

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#4

August Minific Challenge Day 16

Prompt: “Can I hold your hand?”

Word Count: 283

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A rainy night where Marinette can’t help but wonder why Luka is standing outside in the cold weather. 

Marinette looks out her window into the pouring rain, and sees a figure standing in the street. This person, something just seems off about them. Sad, or Lonely. 

She goes down and out the bakery door. She walks up and sees it’s Luka, one of her friend’s older brother. A boy she’s grown a bit of a crush on. 

“Luka?” She calls out, and he turns his head to look at her. 

“Hey, what are you doing in the rain?” He asks. 

“I came out because I saw you, why are you out here?” She looks him up and down and her eyes are drawn to his simple grey t-shirt soaked from the rain, and his tired eyes looking to be long past ready for a nap. “Do you want to come inside?” She asks, gesturing over to her house, the bakery door still open, caught in the wind. 

“Okay” He calls out as she starts to run back towards the building. He follows her and they head up to her bedroom. 

“Luka, What are you doing in the rain?  and please let me get you something else to wear.” 

“I just felt like it?.. And I guess.”

Marinette leaves him alone and gets a pair of pyjamas from her older and quite absent older brother’s left over things, assuming they’ll fit, since he would’ve been a bit bigger than Luka is when he left. 

He gets up and changes, throwing his stuff into the dryer as well. 

“Hey Luka, are you okay?’

“I think so, I guess everything has just been too much lately…” Luka sighs and sits on the floor. Marinette kneels down and then sits next to him, glancing over. 

“Luka, Can I hold your hand?”

“Yeah..” Luka whispers back at her, his mind already shutting down for sleep, she takes his hand in her own and just smiles at the moment, hoping this can mean something for them in the future. 

17 notes - Posted August 16, 2022

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LBSC sprint Challenge for Prompt 5!

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#2

W.I.P Wednesday 11/16/2022

Bartender!Luka

Luka was just zoning out and serving customers the night Marinette returned. She entered with no fanfare, just quickly over to the bar seat she found the night a week or so back. Luka didn’t even remember her at first, until after she ordered and he caught the sound of her heart. The Music that made her seem so kind at first glance.

“You know, People usually… Come to bars for alcohol. Not glasses of water and fries. That seems more of a diner thing.”

Luka chuckles at this small girl while he serves her what seems to possibly become a new usual.

“Technically you’re labeled as a Bar and Grill. That just seems to cater more to the bar side, You don’t have a bouncer. And I got a lot of work done last time.” Marinette looks up at him, plainly stating her fact of why it makes perfect sense for her to sit there with a glass of water and especially good cheesy fries.

Luka smirks and nods as he wanders off to help others. During the night the acquaintances catch each other's eye a multitude of times. Luka quickly darting away from the attention each time. The night gets later and later, and Marinette begins to sketch more and more, Losing herself in the work. After what feels like no time at all she feels a tap on her shoulder. So suddenly in fact, she screams and goes to attack with a pencil “AHH!!” “Woah, woah. It’s just, your friendly bartender here. We’re closing up and I wanted to give you some time to get out of here”

31 notes - Posted November 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

This Again?

@lovebugs-and-snakecharmers sprint fic!! 

Prompt I chose:  I'd follow him/her to hell and back but I wish s/he'd just stop going there

“Luka I love you- but please stop almost dying.” Marinette adjusts her pigtails as she gets to work pulling stitches into her boyfriend's newest of many smallish injuries.

“I’m not currently almost dying. Just- Practising sword fighting while seeing who can go the longest without sleep isn’t a good idea.” Luka smiles and looks at her, ignoring the pain in favour of watching his beautiful girlfriend doing something with such precision and focus. A small blush creeping up his cheeks. 

“It really isn’t. Are you alright though? I can’t imagine this is comfortable.”

“Eh- not the worst thing ever. I’m a Couffaine. We’re made for taking hits and dealing them back harder.”

Marinette laughs, his stubborn yet charming demeanour always managing to make her smile. Then she thinks for a second and looks at him 

“You didn’t kill your best friend did you?” 

“Nope! Just tossed him off the Liberty.”

“Luka!!”

“Don’t worry- he’s fine”

“Good. dummy.”

“I love you too Marinette”

“Oh hush..”  after letting out a tired sigh she stands and gives him a quick kiss.

After getting sewn up, and not waiting around to let it settle, Luka gets up and starts making himself a cup of coffee. Also grabbing himself a fresh donut, swearing to Tom he’ll pay when he can (He has a tab of at least 96 Euros by this point). The large man doesn’t really care, noting that Luka is a nervous wreck around the love of his life’s father. Which has the girl’s parents chuckling to themselves. 

Once the coffee is finished, Luka returns to Marinette’s room, and sits back on her chaise. The slightly exhausted boy trying to sip on the hot drink.  

“Luka, seeing how long you can stay awake isn’t healthy.” Marinette looks at him, the concern written across her face. 

“Don’t worry, I’ve stayed up longer from insomnia, and I doubt Dingo is gonna last any longer, he could barely hold a sword.”

“I can barely hold a sword on a full night's sleep. They’re heavy Luka”

“you’re just extraordinarily small. In a hot way.”

Marinette blushes and throws a halfway finished pillow at him. He gets hit and laughs looking at the black and green pillow 

“Who’s this for?” He asks, wondering if she normally makes things other than clothes

“Just trying out something new” 

“Cool.”  Luka smiles, always impressed by the sheer awesomeness that is Marinette’s talent. 

Marinette, slightly freezes, trying not to blush at Luka’s ever adorable smile. 

The young couple just watch each other for a moment. Then slowly make their way closer to each other, arms extend, a hug turns into kissing, kissing turns into cuddling, cuddling turns into Luka staying the night, and that becomes use for the condoms Luka is forced to carry around by word of his mom. 

“I’m still not sleeping. “

“Well then at least shush”

He gently hums, and moves his hand to stroke Marinette’s bare side. “Got it, quiet”.

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hockey boy | J.WY

—✫ pairing: hockey! wooyoung x gn! reader

—✫ genre: head canon, jung wooyoung, ateez, sfw, fluff, hockey au

—✫ description: headcanon thoughts of wooyoung as your hockey playing boyfriend because i’m delusional

—✫ wc: 693

hockey! wooyoung who always gets you a ticket to his games. specifically front row so you can see him throw you a thumbs up, or blow you a kiss whenever he scores a goal.

hockey! wooyoung who always dedicates his games to you and gives his all.

hockey! wooyoung who brings you ice skating just to teach you how to skate.

hockey! wooyoung who holds your hand as he skates you around the rink, showing you how to stop and fall safely.

hockey! wooyoung who cannot roller-skate to save his life compared to ice skating and pouts when you make fun of him.

hockey! wooyoung who is protective about you whenever you hang with him and the boys.

hockey! wooyoung who is constantly dusting off his case of trophies and medals in your living room

hockey! wooyoung who makes sure to spend time with you despite being busy during the season

hockey! wooyoung who takes you to all of his championship games and wears your matching necklaces as a token of good luck.

hockey! wooyoung who feels embarrassed whenever he misses a goal and you’re watching, but feels reassured with your smile.

hockey! wooyoung who can’t get enough of seeing you in his jersey as it’s extremely baggy on you. It turns him on a bit, but he bites his lip at telling you.

hockey! wooyoung who catches an attitude with you when you’re not listening to his endless rambles about hockey

hockey! wooyoung who constantly has the boys over to watch big league hockey games but makes sure not to forget of your presence, instead making you feel one with the rest of them.

hockey! wooyoung who dreams of making it to the big leagues when he graduates college.

hockey! wooyoung who works 10x as hard throughout his hockey seasons in order to catch the eye of scouts at evey championship and senior night.

hockey! wooyoung who lets you soak his feet in a epsom salt bath because he didn’t listen to you when you warned him of working too hard.

hockey! wooyoung who lets you give him massages whenever his body is worn out from games and practices.

hockey! wooyoung who knows how much you like to see the growth of his thighs, so he’ll purposely wear shirts around the house just to tease you.

hockey! wooyoung who smiles from ear to ear whenever you bring him flowers to every game.

hockey! wooyoung who goes to you for comfort when he feels anxious about not getting into his top big league team.

hockey! wooyoung who gets turned away by many, but feels successful as him and his friends all got into the highest team in the hockey league.

hockey! wooyoung who thanks you for your countless love and support throughout his hockey journey, and feels that he owes it all to you.

hockey! wooyoung who teaches your future kids ice skating and hockey every weekend.

hockey! wooyoung who now gets tickets for 3, as he always looks forward to seeing you and his kids at his games.

hockey! wooyoung who becomes a hockey coach for his daughter’s team. she is embarrassed, but wooyoung is beyond proud to see his kids enjoying something he loves.

hockey! wooyoung who goes to every one of his other daughter’s skating competitions, as she’s taking a liking in the art of it.

hockey! wooyoung who is always sure to take you and the girls on a long vacation to make up for his lost quality time during the season.

hockey! wooyoung who pouts when you force him to turn off his hockey brain and take an actual break when he’s off season.

hockey! wooyoung who wins many rings in his lifetime of playing and eventually grows to become one of the best hockey players in his era.

hockey! wooyoung who eventually retires and is sad about it, but knows it was all worth it. he spends his days watching his daughters purse their careers of a olympic skater and hockey player.

hockey! wooyoung who knows you’re proud of him and everything he’s achieved. he is happy to have had you by his side through it all.

a/n: sorry guys i seen that picture of wooyoung on instagram and the delusions hit me ☝️😀

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────   k.arma july 2020 schedule   ╳   labiotte photoshoot   ❞

she enters the studio wide-eyed, awe clearly reflecting behind her brown eyes. the studio lights were blinding, the set simple but comforting, and people were milling around her as they walk from one area of the set to another. the bustle was intoxicating and she quite likes being at the centre of it.

yet even with the fluttering of butterflies in her stomach, she still feels as though she wasn’t meant to be there.

maybe it’s the nerves clouding her judgement but joy knows she was never the endorser type of idol. cameras posed on her face and being asked to embody a certain type of image to help sell a product was not exactly in the list of things she’s confident in doing. what if they ask her to promote their products and she’s not able to meet their marketing expectations? she would be so embarrassed. she wouldn’t want them to feel like they wasted time and effort into signing her as their newest ambassador. 

there’s always this merit in working hard, though. before the photoshoot, she had asked around for advice just to make sure that she’ll be doing a good enough job. the concept was fresh and summery and she thinks she can fit into that given the right mood and resources. she was told to just act naturally─to refrain from overthinking every action she makes. they were invaluable advice she had taken to heart, translating it into action as soon as she was in the studio for the photoshoot.

she was starting to think that maybe she was just worried for all the wrong reasons for as soon as she was done with hair and makeup, it looks as if she was a different person. she thanked the stylists immensely for the job that they did. the red lipstick carefully painted on her lips and the blown out hair did a lot to inflate her confidence.

she should probably learn to believe in herself more.

it’s always been hard when she’s venturing into new avenues. this is her first solo photoshoot; her first solo endorsement and she wouldn’t want to let them down. if this was dancing or hosting, she would have been more at ease, more upbeat, more confident. this was uncharted territory and she’s still in the process of exploring it. with each passing minute, she’s happy to admit that she’s learning a lot.

as soon as she was ushered in front of the camera, they wasted no time. 

the sound of the shutter and the directions of the photographer were all that she can hear as she poses from one angle to another. occasionally, the production director will ask them to pause, say something to her and as soon as she nods her head in understanding, they’ll pick back up where they left off. she makes use off the products as props; opening the tube of liquid lipstick to mime putting it on her lips, or opening the cushion powder and gently tapping the puff on her cheek. the compliments from the staff were motivating and long before she was aware of it, she had grown comfortable. suddenly, her smiles were more natural and she’s able to try out different poses without having second thoughts. she’d laugh every now and then and at the back of her head she can’t help but think that some things do take a lot of time.

when the photoshoot wraps up, she thanks everyone for taking good care of her on set and for doing such an amazing job. the drive home was quiet, the seat beside her occupied by a large bag filled to the brim with labiotte products. thinking back on the day’s events, she had enjoyed it immensely and learned so much from such a short time. while trying new things was terrifying, she’s comforted by the fact that it was almost always worth it in the end. after all, the satisfaction that she feels will last her much longer than any of the anxieties that she’s had firsthand.

now, she can only wait and hope that the photos would look great. she wonders how it would feel to see her face in a storefront? hopefully, it won’t be long from now. 

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i got you.

parings bf!heeseung x fem!reader

warnings reader is insecure & doesn't like their body, mentions of weight, struggles with self acception and image, a little angsty!

wc. 693

your eyes scan your body, moving from the stretch marks painted on your stomach, up to your tear filled eyes. you can’t stand the sight of your body, as well as the matching pain in your eyes. thoughts were flooding your mind, making you feel as if you weren’t even in your own body. you’re snapped out of your thoughts when you hear the front door slam shut, followed by the voice of your lover calling out for you. you quickly wash your face, taking a few seconds to collect yourself, hoping heeseung wouldn’t question anything. you finally get yourself to leave the bathroom, walking down the hall to find your boyfriend in the kitchen, back facing you as he washed his hands. you’re able to mumble out a small greeting, despite your dried, dehydrated throat.

heeseung finally turns around, drying his hands with a towel and taking a good look at your figure. you had called in today, but he wasn’t aware of this. you stayed barefaced in your pajamas all day. but despite this, you had pulled your hair back into a low messy bun, knowing the boy would notice. you never went to class without at least making your hair presentable and would only take it out to shower. you prayed he wouldn’t notice, but to your dismay, his eyebrows furrowed, 

“baby? what’s wrong, didn’t you go to class today?” he asked, concern filling his voice, setting the towel down and rushing to your side, hands finding their place on your sides. normally you’d break down immediately hearing him ask, but you knew he had been busy lately, and you didn’t want to burden him with your own issues. you fake a smile and nod, pulling him into a hug. 

“mhm! how was your day?” you ask, brushing off his question. he pulls away, moving his hands to your cheeks, taking a good look into your eyes.

"angel, your eyes are puffy.. what's wrong?" he questions you again, this time his voice hardly above a whisper. as if he had put a spell on you, your face rested from your forced smile, eyes suddenly tearing up. you shake your head and close your eyes, not being able to look into your boyfriend's eyes. your boyfriend, who you felt you didn't deserve. he wraps his arms around you, sinking to the floor with you and pulling you into his lap. he whispered small "it's okay"s and "i love you"s into your ear, shushing you softly. you finally open your eyes again, staring into heeseung's.

"take your time, y/n. i'm here when you're ready to tell me." he reassures you, giving you a small smile, kissing your forehead. there’s a sharp pain in your heart hearing his words, making you wrap your arms around his neck, hiding your face in his shoulder.

"i wish.." heeseung nods, "i wish i didn't hate myself.." you mumble. heeseungs heart drops down to his stomach, but waits for you to finish before replying.

"every time i look into the mirror i hate what i see. all those ugly marks on my stomach and thighs. i wish i was skinnier and prettier and happier." you sniff, not wanting to face the pain you'd see on heeseungs face. heeseung has constantly tried to help you gain confidence, become happier and mentally healthier, but you still struggled so much. you peeled yourself from heeseung's chest, staring down at your hands in your lap. you sit there for a second before heeseung lifts your chin up,

"y/n.." he hums, "you let yourself sit in your thoughts all day?" his eyes stared hard into yours, lips curved down into a frown. you nod, heart shattering, feeling as if you had disappointed him. he kisses the side of your face, pulling you back into a tight hug.

"it's okay, sweetheart, we'll get through this. i'm here, i got you. you're doing so well and i'm so proud of you, okay?" he rubs your back, placing kisses all over your head. you shut your eyes and nod into his neck, inhaling his smell as it slowly calmed you down.

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