#AND THEIR HAIR LOOKS SO FLUFFYYY???

[mizuribbons]

OH MY GOD MIZUKIIII SHE'S SO ADORABLE

It’s been a while but i’m still alive. Anyways i love how she turned out <3

[cherbexr]

FUSHIGURO'S GETTING HIT ON

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Fushiguro x (implied Fem) reader - fluffyyy

This is my imagine! Everyone has the right to not like or to like it! You also have the right to make up your own imagines/headcanons!

Warnings: jujutsu kaisen.

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"omg, they're so cute!! Can I pet them?" You squealed as you saw two dogs, a white one and a black one, sitting down next to a tall, lean boy with spiky, black hair.

He turns around with a quirked eyebrow, questioning who the hell said that and who the hell could see his demon dogs. He spots you with a happy look on your face as you wave at the dogs who seem to be enjoying the attention.

"huh?"

"your dogs! They're so cute and fluffy! Can I pet them? I promise I'll be quick and gentle!"

He looked down at his demon dogs and looked back up at you, "You can see them?"

"what? Of course I can? It's not like they're ghosts or something right?"

He looked at you with an expression before signaling his demon dogs to go say hi to you. You happily bent down to aggressively ruffle gently pet the two doggies.

"omg hi! You're so cuteeeee and you're so soffttt and you're just so ughghhhhghhghgh" you exclaimed happily.

He stepped closer to you and bent down to meet your height. He noticed your (h/l) hair, your bright (e/c) eyes, and the way your face lit up as you played with the dogs. A small smile ghosted on his face but then it soon went away when he realized it.

"My name's Megumi Fushiguro."

"The name's (y/n)! Nice to meet you!" You stood up and he followed before your hands met each other for a shake.

"I've got some things to discuss with you, care to meet back here tomorrow same time?"

"Are you asking me on a date?"

"No."

"Yes you are," you giggled at him, "are you bringing the dogs?"

"um..sure.."

"Then it's set! It's a date!" you sweetly smiled at him before he whistled for his dogs to come back to him.

A few yells could be heard in the back that seemed to make out his name. You looked behind his back and saw two people running towards him, one with pink hair and a dumb face, the other one with brown short hair and glossy lips.

Megumi had an agitated look on his face when he heard the yell before saying his goodbyes to you and saying he had to go.

You smiled and waved him goodbye before parting ways.

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a/n: i never wrote a jjk fanfic before....

Was inspired by that one jujutsu stroll episode if it wasn't obvious teehee

not proofread, give criticism if you want! Feel free to request and imma try my best to write it for you! <3

[nanamincreampie]

Hola ! I read your post about your holiday requests (^_^;)

I'm craving some Yuji. Hmm, maybe something along the lines of Yuuji being Y/Ns boxing instructor/personal trainor ?

Maybe he invites her to one of his matches (　・ω・)

(Fluffyyy/Angsty??)

TIA ♡

YOU ASKED AND I DELIEVER!!!!!✨💗

p.s.: Yuji is aged up in this story

Yuji’s gym had always felt like a second home, even if the endless drills sometimes made you question why you signed up in the first place. But the charm of the place wasn’t the equipment or even the progress you’d made, it was Yuji, your personal trainer and boxing instructor.

Yuji was a whirlwind of energy, all pink hair and boyish smiles. He had this knack for making even the toughest workouts enjoyable. Whether he was cracking jokes or hyping you up mid-jab, he always found a way to keep you motivated. And, okay, maybe you had a tiny crush on him. Who wouldn’t? The guy was all sunshine and muscles, with a personality that could melt anyone’s defenses.

“Alright, Y/N, let’s finish strong!” he called, holding up the mitts. “Jab, cross, hook! You got this!”

You wiped a bead of sweat from your temple, your matching workout set snug against your curves. His compliments on your coordination were constant, but you could never tell if they were just part of his job or something... more. As you finished the set, Yuji grinned, lowering the mitts.

“See? Told you you’re getting better. Your punches have way more power now!”

You laughed, catching your breath. “All thanks to my instructor, I guess.”

His eyes lingered on you for a beat longer than usual, his expression softening. “Hey, uh, can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” you said, adjusting the strap of your sports bra.

Yuji scratched the back of his head, looking uncharacteristically nervous. “So, there’s this fundraiser match happening next week. It’s for a good cause helping to raise money for kids’ sports programs. I’m fighting in it, and I was wondering if you’d wanna come? You don’t have to if it’s not your thing, but—”

“I’d love to!” you blurted out, surprising both of you. “I mean, yeah, that sounds great. I’ve never been to a boxing match before.”

His face lit up, and he flashed that signature megawatt grin. “Really? That’s awesome! I think you’ll like it. It’s... different from our sessions, though. A lot more intense.”

You nodded, already feeling a strange mix of excitement and nerves. “Well, I’ll get to see you in action. Should be fun.”

“It will be,” he said, his voice unusually soft. “I’m glad you’re coming, Y/N.”

The night of the match, the gym was transformed into a buzzing arena. You sat in the front row, feeling both out of place and oddly thrilled. Yuji had made sure to reserve you a good seat, and from this vantage point, you could see the entire ring. The air was electric with anticipation, the sound of gloves hitting heavy bags in the distance adding to the energy.

When Yuji stepped into the ring, you almost didn’t recognize him. Gone was the playful instructor who laughed at his own jokes; in his place stood someone serious, focused, and entirely in his element. His toned body gleamed under the lights, his muscles taut as he bounced on his feet. The sight made your breath catch. This wasn’t the Yuji who teased you during cooldown stretches this was someone commanding, powerful, and absolutely mesmerizing.

As the fight began, you found yourself leaning forward, gripping the edge of your seat. Yuji was fast, his movements fluid and precise. He landed a solid punch on his opponent, and the crowd erupted in cheers. You couldn’t help but smile, pride swelling in your chest.

But then his opponent countered with a blow that snapped Yuji’s head back, and your heart plummeted. You gasped, your hands flying to your mouth as you watched him stagger. He quickly recovered, giving a small nod to his opponent, but the sight of him in pain made your stomach twist.

You didn’t realize you were on your feet until the person beside you gently tugged at your arm. “You okay, miss?” they asked.

You nodded quickly, though your eyes stayed glued to the ring. “Yeah, I just... I don’t want him to get hurt.”

The match continued, each second feeling like an eternity. When Yuji finally landed a winning blow, the bell rang, signaling his victory. Relief washed over you, and you clapped along with the crowd, tears of pride and worry blurring your vision.

Afterward, you waited near the locker room, your nerves still buzzing. When Yuji emerged, his gloves slung over his shoulder and a towel around his neck, he spotted you immediately. His smile was tired but genuine.

“You came!” he said, jogging over to you despite the clear fatigue in his body.

“Of course I did,” you said, your voice shaking slightly. “Yuji, are you okay? That hit looked bad.”

He laughed softly, his hand reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. “I’m fine, really. Just a little sore.”

“You scared me,” you admitted, your hands fidgeting nervously. “But you were amazing out there. I’ve never seen anything like that.”

His eyes softened, and he stepped closer, the usual playfulness replaced with something deeper. “Thanks, Y/N. That means a lot coming from you.”

For a moment, the chaos of the gym faded, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of quiet. Yuji hesitated, then reached out to take your hand gently. “I wasn’t just fighting for the fundraiser tonight,” he admitted, his voice low. “I wanted to impress you.”

Your heart skipped a beat, your eyes widening. “Me?”

“Yeah, you,” he said, his cheeks turning pink. “I know I’m just your instructor, but I really like you, Y/N. I just... didn’t know how to say it before.”

You stared at him, your chest tightening with an emotion you couldn’t quite name. “Yuji, I... I didn’t realize...”

His grin returned, though it was softer this time. “Well, now you know. So... how about dinner sometime? No boxing gloves, I promise.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the tension melting away. “Okay. But only if you take it easy in the ring for a while.”

“Deal,” he said, his smile bright enough to rival the lights of the arena.

[st4r-bby]

smth fluffyyy with ethann?? :3

Cuddles and kisses .

movie : scream 6 character : ethan landry (my HUSBAND) pairing : clingy!ethan x fem!reader summary : cuddles and kisses (duhh) contains : fluff that'll rot your teeth, extreme clinginess, whiny ethan, neck kissing (not sexual this time), etccc ! a/n : IM FEEDING Y'ALL GOOD TDY BABIES

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You opened the brown door that lead you to the living room, closing and locking it behind you. "Ethann!" You called out, sliding off your jacket and draping it over the couch. "I'm home." You heard quick foosteps coming down the stairs, the footsteps revealing to be your boyfriend's. He saw you as he entered the living room and his smile immediately got as bright as day.

"Baby!" He said happily, walking up to you and hugging you strongly so you couldn't escape. "You took so long!" You rolled your eyes at his whiny antics and hugged the boy back. "It was only two hours." You muttered, kissing his temple. "Uh, yeah. Too long." He whined, burying his face into your neck and squeezing your body with his arms. "Stop whining before I roll my eyes out of my head." You groaned, a light smile spreading across your pretty lips.

You grabbed his hand and dragged him to your shared bedroom. He practically tackled you against the bed and wrapped his long, slender limbs around your body. "What's cookin', good looking?" He said into your warm skin. You let out a warm chuckle, digging your face into his muscular chest. "Never say that ever again." You hummed, a deep exhale leaving your mouth. After a while, he flipped the two of you over. He scooted downwards and kissed your neck gently, a relaxed smile grazing you. Your hands went to his hair, massaging his scalp and twirling his brown curls around your fingers. "You know how pretty you are?" You asked softly, your eyes gazing down at him. His cheeks dusted a shade of pink, a light giggle escaping him. "I love you." He said as a response. You huffed, closing your eyes and smiling. "I love you too, good lookin'." You joked, making him roll his eyes and whine about it. God, you love him.

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DONT BE AFRAID TO SEND REQUESTS BBG <3

[dressycobra7]

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[percynorthwest]

jegulus microfic - fool

June 21st - @jegulus-microfic - words: ~650

suuuper fluffyyy

Regulus awakes with the smell of food in the kitchen, soft music playing, and a glimpse of sun in his face. He can't help but let out a soft smile as he lets his eyes adjust to the light. He stretches his arms above his head and lets out a soft yawn. He doesn't quite feel like getting up yet, he want to soak in the emotions that this day brought. When he moved, the black cat laying by his feet stands up, arches its back, and starts walking up to Regulus' face, sniffing his hair before laying down by his chest.

"Hi, Luci," he mumbles while stroking her soft fur.

The cat immediately starts purring, and Regulus can't help his giddy excitement about it all. He's so pathetically happy. He buries his face in Luci's fur, smiling so big that he felt like his face was splitting in two.

"Wisee~ meeen saaay..." James' baritone voice can be heard from the kitchen, which only makes the warm feeling of happiness in Regulus' stomach grow. "Only fools rush in."

Regulus throws his legs off the bed, and lifts the cat into his arms as he joins James in the kitchen, the pathetic smile still oh so big on his face. If Regulus from a mere three years ago could see him now...

"But I caaaan't help," James continues, turning towards regulus as he sees him exiting their bedroom. "Falling in love with you..." he's singing into a wooden spatula which he holds in one hand, and he puts his other on the side of Regulus' face.

Regulus leans in and meets him in a welcomed kiss.

"Good morning love," James says, voice still a bit grainy from sleep -which only makes regulus want to drag him back to bed- but that's besides the point.

James is smiling softly and warmly at him, and Regulus feels so much that he has too look away from those brown eyes for a bit, before meeting them again.

"I've made breakfast," james says, nodding towards the kitchen table already set with plates, pancakes, juice, bread, fruits, and everything else in their fridge probably.

"I see," Regulus answers, still with a big grin. "Is this to be expected every morning?" he teases. "this is really... wow."

"It's quite nice, right? and i'll see what i can do, -no promises- but of course our first morning as roommates had to be extra perfect." He says with a smile.

"Any morning with you is extra perfect." Regulus can't help but say as he leans in again to kiss him.

Ugh, its so cheesy it's making (a part of) him want to throw up. He used to roll his eyes whenever couples would act like that, whether it be on a film or in real life. but now? he gets it. He really fucking gets it. Sure, him and james hasn't been together for long, well a year is quite long, so maybe they were just in some kind of eternal honeymoon-stage. But regulus loves it nonetheless.

"And roomates? have i been demoted from boyfriend?" he jokes as James hands him a cup of warm tea.

Regulus sets Luci down to get his hands on the cup.

"Hmm, maybe friends with benefits?" James smiles and grabs Regulus' hips, kissing the top of his head as Regulus takes a sip of the warm tea.

"mmm, sure."

They each take a seat at their kitchen table. the music is still playing softly in the background. outside it's shining. their (though she was Regulus' first) cat sips water from her bowl. Maybe they had to paint a few of the walls, unpack (a lot of) boxes, and maybe the apartment was tiny and far away from everything, but it was theirs, and it was the place where they shared the first of the many 'more than perfect' mornings.

[clooouuuddd]

I GOT HERRR, I GOT CLOUD HAETAEEEEEEE HEHEHEHHEHEHEH SO HAPPYYYYYY YAYYY

She's so cuteee≧﹏≦ i hope i get mystic flour tooo

Her hair looks soo fluffyyy ☁️☁️

[whoisneo404]

Can you write about reader having their first kiss with nick and it’s kind of awkward but really fluffyyy?? <3

First kiss.

Summary: Bf Nick asks you why you haven’t kissed yet and you confess that you have never kissed anyone, Nick will fix that.

Tw: Cursing.

"So, I rented Willy Wonka, Ghostbuster and... what the fuck is this? uhhhh, and Mamma mia. What do you wanna watch?" I smile looking at my phone then at Nick who was sitting on my bed wearing his pajamas.

"How come you haven’t kissed me yet?" He says like I didn't ask him anything. I feel the blush rush to my cheeks and I almost drop my phone to the ground.

"W-what?"

"How come you haven’t kissed me yet? you have me on your bed, wearing your shirt and you haven’t kissed me yet. Do you not like me or...?"

"NO, don't say that. I like you a lot... shit, this is well, embarrassing. I have never ever kissed someone." I say, my voice getting quieter with each word.

"WHAT?! Bullshit, I don't believe you." His sits up.

"I haven’t!"

"How? No one has ever tried to kiss you?" I shrug my shoulders. "I can’t believe your handsome face hasn’t been kissed."

"Well, if you put it that way I-..." my cheeks are red and I stutter.

"Shut up, come sit with me. We are gonna kiss."

"But I don’t know how to, what if I do it wrong?" I feel Nicks hand grab my arm and pull me into the bed besides him.

"Because you haven’t done it. I will teach you; you'll like it." My breath is uneven, I feel his hands guide mine into his chest. "Don’t be shy, wrap your arms around my neck." I do, slowly moving my arms up to his shoulders and around his neck. One hand of his go to my face, grabbing my cheek softly and the other goes to my waist, pulling me closer. "So, close your eyes. Tilt your head slightly, and enjoy."

"Shit. wait." I hide my face on his neck and I feel his chest vibrate when he laughs.

"It's okay. It will be fine." After taking a few deep breaths I pull my head up and nod at him. "Okay. Close your eyes, don't forget to tilt your head a bit." I do, I close my eyes and move my head to the left. I feel his thumb rub my cheek, then his lips gently touching mine. I feel my heart beating faster, I press my body against his, his lips start moving against mine and I push away in panic.

"Sorry. Oh god, I’m sorry." I put both of my hands over my face. "You didn’t tell me what to do when you..." I feel Nicks hand pulling down my hands. I see him smile proudly at me.

"Hey, it’s okay. Just move your lips a bit." He whispers while leaning in to kiss me again, I close my eyes and kiss him, his lips moving slowly, I try my best to move mine too, until I feel his tongue trying to enter my mouth I push away again.

"Sorry. Jesus." I feel my face burning. My hands are gripping his shoulders I kiss him again, this time when he pushes his tongue in, I don’t panic as much. The kiss is messy, to say a word. My hand goes to his hair and even when I feel shy, I want more.

I feel like I need air, but I don’t want to stop. Now that I know how it feels I need more of it, but Nick pushes my hips softly and I back out.

"God, you really are greedy." He smiles and kisses my cheek, our breaths uneven. "See, you did great. That’s a good first kiss."

"I want to practice more." I eagerly smile at him.

"Oh god, I created an addict. I don’t mind, I loved it. Come here, kiss me." Nick pulls me into him again, the movies long forgotten.

[jebewonmorelike]

Honeydew Boba For Your Boyfriend?

wc: 1.9k pronouns: none used; n/a warnings: fluffy fluffyyy summary: gunwook desperately tries to save his hyung from himself when one glance at cafeowner!reader has gyuvin acting... delulu. ~masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ my introductory gyubinnie fic. the funniest little nugget of a boy, i adore him. just wanted to write a short fic to test the gyuvin waters (lmao what) so i hope you enjoy. will be working on some requests this weekend finally, sorry i just needed a little break for a bit! as always, much love to you all and i appreciate you reading and enjoying my writing soooo much :) &lt;3

"So that's a no on the 'Hyung Lover' tramp stamp?"

Gyuvin glares at his younger friend as they walk down the bustling city street. "People who think you're the smart one have clearly never spent more than five minutes with you."

"Five minutes is actually pretty generous," Gunwook replies after careful consideration. "So I probably shouldn't have told Yujinnie to get a matching 'Noona Lover' one then...?"

"Are you bored? Is the 17-hour-a-day schedule not enough for you?" Gyuvin asks rhetorically, pulling his phone out and checking his notifications.

"That's probably what it is," Gunwook replies sadly, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "I have a whole extra hour to myself every day and I can never figure out what to do with it."

Gyuvin shakes his head in disbelief, huffing out a laugh. "How about you do my laundry?"

Gunwook's eyes widen innocently. "Do you want me to? I can! I promise you can depend on me, hyung, I--."

"Where's this cafe again?" Gyuvin interjects, looking around at the storefronts lining the street. "We've gotta be back in the studio in twenty minutes."

"It's right there," Gunwook replies, pointing up ahead. The two boys walk the remainder of the way to Gunwook's new favorite cafe, the younger boy grabbing the door handle and holding it open for his hyung as they step inside the shop.

"Hi! How are you?" You call from behind your counter, wiping down some of your drink machines with a damp cloth before turning to greet your next customer. It's a quieter Wednesday afternoon than usual and you smile when you recognize the boy approaching the counter. "Hey, I know you."

"Did you see I made the line-up?" The boy named Gunwook asks with a proud smile. "Aren't you excited to tell everyone that an idol comes to your shop for coffee?"

You laugh at his endearing naivety, pointing to the back wall of your cafe where a line of framed celebrity pictures hang. "Not my first time around the block, kid," you joke, watching as his proud smile now turns sheepish. "But I will give it to you that out of all the idols that come in here, you're certainly the most adorable."

A gummy grin spreads across his face as you suddenly notice he's not alone. Behind Gunwook is an equally tall boy, his frame a bit slimmer and hair a bit lighter than your returning customer.

"Oh, hi," you greet hesitantly, as the boy makes eye contact with you; only for him to quickly duck back behind his friend.

"What are you--," Gunwook questions annoyedly, stepping to the side and pushing the other boy out from behind him. "What's wrong with you?"

The thinner boy is staring at you with wide eyes, chewing his bottom lip nervously. The blush on his cheeks tips you off right away as to what he's thinking.

This was hardly the first time you'd received this sort of look from a customer. You thought your product was good enough, but you had overheard gossip more than once that your cafe was the most "beautifully owned" in the city-- and they weren't talking about the decor. Perhaps that's why your celebrity clientele was more abundant than the average cafe.

"This is my hyung who made the line-up with me," Gunwook introduces, patting his friend on the back. "He's--... he's not usually this shy though."

He's cute, you catch yourself thinking, and the genuine look in his eyes admittedly makes you want to mess with him a bit. You needed some excitement after such a slow Wednesday afternoon... What was the harm in playing along?

Clearly unable to function, the other boy merely stands in front of you unmoving as Gunwook confusedly analyzes him. After a few moments, it seems that the younger boy catches on to his friend's thinking, too.

Gunwook looks back at you anxiously-- smiling as if he's not sure if he should pull his friend aside to scold him or not. "I--... Uh, I'll just have--."

"An iced Americano," you finish for him with a laugh, grabbing a plastic cup and writing his name on it in sharpie.

"Do I come here too often?" He jokes. "Should I start being more equitable with my coffee shop patronage?"

"Go ahead," you retort with a smirk. "Let's see if you can get away with 'accidentally' paying a thousand won less anywhere else."

Gunwook's jaw drops. "So you did notice... Why didn't you say anything!?"

You shrug. "I know you trainees don't have any money and I'm not really hurting for business, so it's no skin off my back. But now that you're an idol, I'm sure you'll be able to make it up to me somehow!"

Gunwook laughs abashedly. "Absolutely... I can pay you back with all of my idol money..." He grimaces. "Give me two years?"

"I'll hold you to it," you agree, attention returning to the older boy standing next to him; whose intense gaze on you hasn't let up for at least a minute now. "Are you--... are you gonna order something too, or...?"

Gunwook hits his friend's shoulder in a manner that is clearly supposed to be nonchalant, but the boy is predictably caught off guard and, thus, nearly falls to the ground. Catching himself, he swallows nervously as he meets your eyes again. "I--... Um... Yes."

"Ooookay," you reply with a nod. "What'll it be?"

"I'll have a bobo.”

"BOBA!" Gunwook yells quickly, hitting the boy's shoulder again. "He wants boba... Boba for the babo."

"Uh..." You stumble, fighting the urge to grin at the adorable duo of idiots in front of you. "Sure thing. What flavor?"

"You."

"DEW!" Gunwook yells again, laughing nervously as he grabs his friend by the shoulder and shakes him a little too hard. "Honeydew. I apologize for his pronunciation, he... grew up abroad!"

"Oh, really?" You ask excitedly-- perfect English suddenly flowing out of your mouth. "So did I! Where did you live?"

Both Gunwook and his friend are now staring wide-eyed and panic-stricken back at you. You're enjoying this quite a bit and you're not about to let them off the hook. They turn to each other wordlessly, blinking at each other for a moment before turning back to you.

"Ca-na-da," Gunwook's friend answers finally.

"Oh," you reply, eyes narrowing slightly in suspicion. "Where in Canada?"

"Uh," the boy stumbles. "The... cold part?"

You blink back at the two tall boys, watching as they squirm slightly under your judging gaze. After you've had your fun, you grin up at them. "Yeah, sounds like Canada to me!"

The boys glance at each other before bursting into nervous laughter. Gunwook throws his arm around his friend's shoulder-- seemingly in relief.

"That'll be 14,000 won," you say; Gunwook starts to fish for cash out of his wallet (the easiest method to stiff you one bill) but he laughs sheepishly when you glare at him. Instead, he hands you his credit card to run through the register.

You hand the card back to the younger boy; grabbing a plastic cup for the boba and looking up at the boy who had ordered it. "What's the name?"

"Your boyfriend," the boy blurts immediately, Gunwook lifting his hand to his forehead to cover his eyes in embarrassment.

"I can't even help you out of that one," the younger boy mumbles, dragging his hand down his face tensely. "His name's Gyuvin and I clearly made a mistake by letting him out of his cage today."

"I'm so sorry," the boy named Gyuvin gushes, suddenly coming to his senses. "I'm sorry, I really didn't--."

"I'll get these drinks out for you both in a few minutes," you cut him off with a straight face as you turn around to your machines, not ready to let him relax just yet. You write Gyuvin's name down on his cup as the two boys walk over to a table to wait for their order.

As you prepare the iced Americano, your eyebrows raise as you hear what sounds like a smack-- followed by an "owwww" from the older boy.

"You're an idiot," you hear Gunwook whisper.

"I know, I know," Gyuvin responds quite glumly, causing you to giggle and subsequently have to cover it up with a cough.

Pouring the milk tea over the boba, you strain to overhear more of the boys' conversation.

"Seriously, hyung," Gunwook continues scolding. "How are you ever supposed to be an idol if you can't even control yourself around the local barista?"

You can hear the pout in Gyuvin's voice as he replies, "Don't pretend like the local barista isn't THE most gorgeous human to ever walk the planet."

"Really? Huh," Gunwook considers genuinely. "I don't see it."

You hear a chair slide back abruptly as Gyuvin yells, "ARE YOU BLIND!?"

You glance over at the boys, who immediately shoot you awkward, overenthusiastic grins as you turn back around.

Gunwook sighs. "Well if you really think that, you've royally messed this up for yourself."

"I dunno... Some people are into weird," Gyuvin responds optimistically and the silence that ensues paints a vivid picture of the undoubtedly hellish death glare that Gunwook is giving him.

Snapping a lid on both drinks, you pull two straws from the container next to the cash register and place one on top of each of the drinks. Before you call the two boys over to grab their order, you smile to yourself as you pick up your sharpie one more time and remove the cap-- carrying out the final phase of your little game...

"Okay, all set!" You call, watching as the boys' heads snap to look at you, awkwardly gathering their things as they rush quickly back up to the counter.

"Thank you SO much," Gunwook says, picking up his iced coffee. "And sorry again."

"I'm so sorry," Gyuvin echoes, nodding at you apologetically. He picks up his boba, eyebrows furrowing suddenly as he examines it. "What is this?"

"Honeydew boba," you answer, running the back of your hand across your forehead. "Just like you ordered."

Gyuvin continues to frown in confusion. "But I hate boba--."

"That's right! You hate it for making you love it so much!" Gunwook swoops in once again as he places a hand on his friend's shoulder, turning him around and forcing him towards the door. "Thanks again!"

"Thank you!" Gyuvin calls as Gunwook opens the door for him and ushers him out of the shop, a small "I think" reaching your ears as the door closes behind them.

~

"I can't believe you," Gunwook groans as the two boys walk down the street back to the studio. "Now I can never go back there again. It was so convenient!"

"Why can't we go back there again?" Gyuvin pouts, sipping his boba and frowning at the taste. "It didn't go THAT badly!"

"You tried to order boba in the flavor of the cafe owner!" Gunwook cries.

"Huh, is that what this is?" Gyuvin says, looking at his drink. "Maybe it's not so bad after all..."

"I'm requesting our lunch breaks are shortened," Gunwook announces, sipping his coffee. "I can't spend this much unstructured time with you."

Gyuvin raises his cup to eye-level, swirling it around as he watches the tapioca pearls dance. His eyebrows furrow as he suddenly notices something scribbled on the cup. "Oh my god."

"What!?" Gunwook says, following Gyuvin's line of sight. "What is it? Let me see!"

Gunwook takes the cup from his hyung, squinting to read the small sharpied writing towards the bottom of the plastic cup. "No way," he breathes as he takes in the sight of the phone number, a small message written under it:

in case you ever want to grab a drink that you actually like :)

[jongbross]

Hi💜

Can i request one with Sehun where he and the reader (also a famous singer )were a “almost” but nothing happened at the end, then she went on hiatus, and after years she makes her comeback and they start talking via ig and went on a date xd

pairing: oh sehun x idol!reader word count: 1253 genre: fluffyyy warnings: sehun is a goner, i just know he is a/n: i miss my maknae - he ain't gone, i just miss him

[oohsehun]: we should go out this week.

you didn't believe what you were reading in your notification bar. your heart raced, hands starting to shake.

it was kind of ridiculous the way oh sehun still had you wrapped around his finger.

you and sehun went way back. having debuted at the same time, but under different companies, you had met the exo members hundred of times at backstages and stuff.

sehun was your age, so of course you two got along pretty well - kai too, but their hyungs used to tease him, telling him he was third wheeling. you see, everyone knew you and sehun had some type of tension going on.

you liked him, of course. you had the biggest crush on him, from his cute big nose to his weird laugh - and you couldn't help but to think that maybe, and just maybe, sehun liked you back.

the way baekhyun and junmyeon always looked at him when you were around could only make you feel a tiny bit hopeful about everything.

but, you know, life happens sometimes. exo got really big really fast, and seeing sehun became kinda complicated, both on and off stage. of course you had your own career to take care of, so it's not like it was only sehun's fault.

and also, after some time, your hectic schedules got the best of you. suddenly, you saw yourself trapped in an infinity of things to do, showcases to attend, sessions of recording, rehearsals, and everything started to become kinda blurry. a hiatus became inevitable, and even though the headlines called you a hundred different names, you knew all of your fans and team felt every single tear you dropped before falling asleep every single night, for a whole year, as you prayed you got the strength to get back to what you truly loved to do.

in the end, the tears paid off - you got healthy again, took the much needed space from everything and everyone, including sehun. when you announced your comeback, you weren't surprised to receive messages from all of the exo members, including him, to wish you good luck. chanyeol said it was good to have you back, and even offered himself to pay you a meal the next time you two met. kyungsoo said he missed listening to new songs of yours, and that he was happy to see you back on your feet.

sehun only said "fighting!", followed by a string of coloured hearts, just like he used to send you when you two were rookies.

so of course you couldn't believe that he was now saying you two should hang out.

[yourusename]: um... may i ask why?

it was also ridiculous how fast he read your text and started to type back.

[oohsehun]: i mean, if you're not busy of course.

[oohsehun]: there must be a lot of things for you to do, right?

[yourusername]: ...that didn't answer my question??

your hair stylist hummed a song as she fixed your hair. you knew it was almost time to get up on stage for the first time in a year and a half, but screw that - your stomach was now flipping in anticipation because of oh sehun, not because of your comeback.

and god, it took him time to reply you - actually it took only seven minutes -, and the more the "typing..." indicator showed on your screen, the more you felt like throwing up and ruining your perfect makeup.

[oohsehun]: yeah, you see... it's been a while since the last time we got to talk and be out together.

[oohsehun]: it was kinda simple back then, right? we didn't need to worry about anything. but then i got super busy, and you got super busy, and i'm so glad we both made it.

[oohsehun]: but i also regret not celebrating with you, all of the things we conquered. so i guess i wanna do that now. i should be there for you, we were best friends before and i'm sorry i didn't support you properly, especially on your hiatus.

that wasn't true though. your manager told you about all the times she met sehun throughout the year, and how he always asked about you every single time; asked if you were okay, if you needed anything, when were you gonna come back. it was his way of taking care of you from afar, you knew it.

still... the way he mentioned you two being best friends made your heart sink. sehun was your best friend, but you wished for him to be so much more than that to you.

[yourusername]: so you only wanna see me because you miss being friends?

you typed and sent the message way faster than your brain could function, heart taking control of your actions. by the time you realized, he was replying.

[oohsehun]: did we ever stop being friends? 🥺

at that, you chuckled. you could imagine him facing his phone with that exact face.

[yourusername]: no, we didn't. you'll always have a special place in my heart, you know that.

[oohsehun]: that's cheesy af.

[oohsehun]: but i'll take it, because maybe i missed you...

[oohsehun]: and as we're friends, can you please help me with something?

[yourusername]: what?

you heard a tiny 'done' and, as you looked up, you saw your hairstylist smile at you. the last thing you needed to finally come back was now finished, and you were probably minutes away from entering the stage.

still, you held your phone in both hands as your life depended on it - and maybe it did.

[oohsehun]: baekhyun hyung and someone else made a bet with our manager. they said i wouldn't have the balls to ask you out on a date after so long 🙄

[oohsehun]: can you please say yes to my invitation so he can lose the bet?

[yourusername]: ...date?

"is y/n ready?", you heard your manager asking as she walked into the room. your hairstylist answered, but you couldn't quite follow the entire conversation.

[oohsehun]: oh yeah, my bad. we're gonna go out on a date this weekend 👍

[oohsehun]: please dress comfortably and be ready to eat and laugh a lot.

[oohsehun]: and to catch up... i have some gossip to tell you 👀

[yourusername]: sehun, that sounds exactly like what we used to do back in the day...

[oohsehun]: and it is. but, as a date, i get a free pass to hold your hand and maybe show my other side to you, don't i?

[yourusername]: ???

[yourusername]: what other side?

"y/n, we gotta go", your manager gently grabbed your arm, making you look at her. "we have 10 minutes."

you nodded, even though your heart was racing and your throat was dry.

"i... i-i just gotta finish this", you said, lifting your phone.

"what happened?", she asked, clearly worried.

you chuckled. "oh sehun happened."

your phone buzzed with a new notification.

[oohsehun]: my romantic side, of course. i got one, you know? 🤭

"sehun-ah? why?"

"i think... i-i think he just asked me out."

[oohsehun]: i just saw you're next at music bank. i'm watching it live!! please be careful on stage and have fun. you'll do great, fighting! 🧡🧡🧡

[oohsehun]: i'll call you later to talk about our date 😌

"shit...", your manager mumbled, reading the messages beside you and hearing you squeal. "i owe his manager some money.

"you what?!", you looked at her.

and at that, a staff came in to take you to the stage.

[missamyrisa2]

I may have been being bratty and belly flaunting today. And that may have caused my ler to call me out as a belly flaunter and threatened "I'm going to make a glory hole for that belly to get all the attention it can handle." So now I'm punished thinking about my chubby little tummy exposed and helpless like interactive wall art!

Ooooohh you soooo neeeed a totallll exhibition of your gloriousssss belllyyyy my tickle punk ~! Soooo brattyy mmhmm so stubborn. Yesss you neeeeeed to be exhibited uhhuhh that's the only way you're gonna learn so we have to put you in the displayyyy yes we doooo with that gorgeoussss flufffyyy tum making a delightful delectably delicious 3D displayyyyy ~ and ooh yesss I have velvet curtains to put over your belly before the reveal. Mmmhh don't get tooo giggly now, save your energy dear, you have quite a grand display to put on for allll our amazing patrons, our lovers of fine bellyyyy art~ and you seee this is an interactive exhibit ~ I'll part those soft curtains from your twitchyyyyy squishhhyyy belllyyy and let them rest on the sides, give you a niceee grazing tickle to keep you warmed up while I unroll allll the brushesss and set out the paints and the oilssssss but of course we can't have our artful excited patrons starting with a dusty canvassss nooooo so I'm gonna have my art prep crew shuffle in and nonchalantly work their fluffyyy dusters over that tum. Biggg swisshyyy dusters fluffing from the outset, working over your curvessss ~ yess you can giggle and bounce alll you like. Those straps keep you firmly in our little velvet displayyyy ~ and the detail brushessss going over your waistttt and in and out of your navel and up to your lower ribssss gonna make you allll clean and smooothhh for the excited bunch. Oooh they're already dipping their brushesss in the precoat oil, readyyy to get you allll shinyyyyyy for the special tinglyyy paint ~ yesss, the dripping teasing brushessss coverring you in swirling elegant patterns, all their chuckles and comments about that fluffyyyy tum, that amazinggggg squishyyyy cute bellyyyy ~ it just has squishes for dayssss and it's sooo cute the way it twitches and quakes with alll the painting. Oooh it looks like they're making your beautiful tummyyyyy into a field of flowerssss ~ alll those individual blades of grasssss on your lower abdomen and sidesssss such lovely greeensssss as the stems are going in with brisk strokesssss the dainty petals carefulllyyy sketched. Yesss giggle it up, my artful attendees can't be deterred nooooo and just make all those sounds now ~ yesss fall apart. I'll come back and fluff your hair and rub the back of your neck and trace my nails on your back to meet alllll those ticklyyyy tickly sensations ~ and maybe a little playful ticklyyy on your tush just for funnn ~ ahhh but I mustttt seee the glorious artwork in progresssss ~ oooh just gorgeoussss I know you feeel it alll ~ mmhmm snorting is fine toooo. It's not every day we get to put a teasyyyy punk in their place by making them a gigglyyy helpless piece of tickle art mmhmm ~ and I'll just give this piece my kissssyyy of approval, I alwayssss leave a nice kisssyyy print right on my canvasessss and ooh yesss muuahh sometimes three or four muuah muahhhh ~ <3

[lunarleonardo]

I had a vision when I started sketching this and now I'm nervous bc I don't remember if this happened at allll in fever frost but I'm like 90% sure kichi slept on Shuichi in some way at some point... so....

if he didn't feel free to ignore to spare me embarrassment /hj

Ch7 of LL had me going so crazy ♡♡

Don't worry! I don't remember either ^_^

THE CUTIES!!! <3 Kokichi's hair is so fluffyyy omg and the way hes clinging onto shuichi. ugh theyre so cute i need them dea d,, Look at them cuddling and being normal ^_^ ! Boy I sure hope neither of them get sick haha O_o wouldn't that be awful ⊙⁠_⁠◎

This is SO so cute AAA<3 !!!!! im going insane(/pos) thank you thank you !!! ♡⁠(⁠˃͈⁠ ⁠દ⁠ ⁠˂͈⁠ ⁠༶⁠ ⁠)💞💞

[ruu-https]

Nightmares

☆ synopsis.  Shigaraki has a panic attack and Dabi comes to help him.

☆ featuring. Shigaraki Tomura and Dabi

☆ notes. Dabi x Shigaraki, fluffyyy

☆ word count.  1,346

☆ links. navigation - ask box - taglist - smut prompts - fluff prompts - masterlist 

꒰౨ৎ - author's note.  i kinda js rambled at the end..

A scream can be heard from the leaders room, a loud noise, the sound like a call for help. 

- 

Shigaraki awoke with a loud scream, letting out a choked cry as he hastily sat up. His trembling body laying against the headboard of the bed. He claws at his chest, unable to breathe. He gasped for air but each breathe felt shallower than the last. It hurt. He could hear the pounding of his heart in his ears, beating like a panicked drum to the rhythm of his fear. He felt like he was standing on the edge of a building, like he was on a boat out to sea, the room swaying and adding to the nausea that was washing over him. Letting out another sob he felt the panic begin to wrap its arms around him like a shadow, unable to absorb the light. He couldn’t breathe- couldn’t think- help. He needed help. 

- 

Dabi burst into the room, having heard Tomuras scream from across the LOV's base to where he was in his room. "Hey, Shigaraki," he says, trying to get the panicked boys attention. Shigaraki didn’t even look up, not noticing he was there in the doorway to his room. "Shiggy," he says again, walking over to the side of his bed and reaching a hand out towards him, resting it on his knee. "D-don’t- Fuck- Don’t touch me!" Tomura yells, pulling away from Dabi and folding his hands over his head, shielding himself. His hands felt numb and he was light-headed, his body weak and tense. "Hey, its okay.. You're safe." Dabi whispers, crawling onto the bed and sitting in front of him.  Shigarakis mind was running a million miles a second but he couldn’t pinpoint a single thought. "My chest- hurts. It hurts." He mumbles, looking up at Dabi with tears rolling down his face. He couldn’t move. It was like someone was holding down his limbs, the panic rendering him utterly frozen. "I know- can I hold your hand?" Dabi asks, a simple way of trying to calm Shigaraki down. Tomura nods, the only movement he could muster up the courage to make. Dabi understood and gently grabbed his gloved hands, moving closer towards Shigaraki and holding his hands in his own, rubbing his thumb softly on the back of his hands. He knew what panic attacks felt like, Tomuras may not be the same as his but he knew what he needed to be calmed down, to be brought back into reality. "Can you breathe with me?" He asks, taking both of Shigarakis hands into one of his, the other moving to cup his face, wiping away the stray tears with his thumb. Tomura nods, trying to take a deep breathe along with Dabi, "I- I can't- It.. h-hurts." He mumbled, his body still trembling as he pulls one of his hands away from Dabi, clutching at his neck. "Hey, that’s okay. I know. Here, can you sit cross-legged?" Dabi says, trying to make it easier for Shigaraki to breath. Tomura nods, threading his shaking hands into his hair and unfolding his legs from his chest, crossing them instead. "There you go, you're okay. Just breathe with me." He says, taking a deep breath, holding it, then slowly exhaling. Shigaraki follows along with him, breathing in, holding it, and slowly exhaling.  

- 

A few minutes later and Tomura had calmed down from the panic-attack. His breathing now steady. He was still a bit shaken up, especially from being awoken so abruptly from his sleep with something so intense. Shigaraki let out a loud sigh, wiping stray tears from his face with his hands and looking at Dabi. "Th-thank you.." He said, embarrassed anyone had to see this when he was the leader, the one who was supposed to lead them through everything, someone they could all rely on. And now he was crying in his bed after a little nightmare? What kind of leader was he? Dabi moved to sit next to him, their legs touching as he rests one of his hands on top of Shigarakis knee. "Its nothing," he says, turning his head to face him, "I saw you needed.. Comforted... So that’s what I did. Its really nothing, I get it." He continues, looking closely at Tomura. Shigaraki looked at him, confused, "W-what do you mean, 'You get it'?" He asks, not understanding. Dabi looks at him like the answer was obvious, "Have you seen me? Of course I have panic attacks every now and then. Especially in the rain.." He says, looking down, even the thought of what happened in the fire when he was younger made his body tingle and mind run. Tomura frowns, "Do you have.. Nightmares as well?.." He asks, looking down. "Yeah, almost every night. I just.. I'm not a vocal person.. So I don’t really yell..." He says, his gaze soft as he looks at Shigaraki. He didn’t think anyone else in the league had nightmares like him, so when he found out their leader did? In a way it reassured him, knowing he wasn’t alone. But he also felt bad, someone like Tomura shouldn’t have to deal with that, the person he loved. Ever since Dabi joined the LOV, he felt like he had a certain connection with their leader. He wanted to help him, but he didn’t know how. 

- 

"Can you.. Tell me what the nightmare was about?" Dabi asks, turning to look at Shigaraki. "I-I.. It was of.. You know.. My past- when I got my quirk.." He stuttered, pulling his hood over his head and looking away. "You wanna talk about it?" He asks, tapping on Tomuras knee, trying to pull his attention back to him. Shigaraki looked at him, tears in his eyes, "To put it short.. W-when I got my quirk.. I kind of- I killed my whole family.. Even my mother who tried to h-help.. No one even looked at me when walking the streets- I was too ugly because of my skin- I don’t know- It j-just.." He says, mumbling the last part. He hated thinking of his past, especially when he has nightmares about it, reliving the entire ordeal, it sucked and he couldn’t do anything about it. He looked at Dabi who stared at him, wide-eyed. "Im sorry.. I didn’t think it was that bad-" he responded, looking at him softly. Dabi cups his face with his hands, wiping the tears from his eyes he didn’t realize had fallen, "You went through.. A lot as a child.. That must have been tough." He continues, holding his face in his hands. Tomura nods, his cheeks a light red as the person he loved most held his face, "Y-yeah.." He mumbles, avoiding eye contact.    -    "You okay? Your face is heating up.. Pretty sure that’s my thing." He laughs, trying to lighten the mood. Shigarakis face were now a dark shade of red. Dabi didn’t even realize what he was doing was the cause of this, even as he tilted his head in his hands gently. "I-im fine.." He says, grabbing Dabis wrists with his hand and pulling them away from his face, that’s when he realized what was happening. "Oh~ You're flustered, hmm?" He says, a smug grin now planted on his face. Tomura turned away from him, "Sh-shut up.. This is your fault." He mumbles, crossing his arms. Dabi let out a small laugh before grabbing Shigarakis hips and pulling him into his lap, making him let out a small yelp in the process. He then wraps his arms around his waist, "There ya go," He says, looking up at him. "W-what are you- Why-" Tomura stutters, immediately covering his flustered face with his hands and looking away. "Awh come on.. Let me have some fun," Dabi whispers, resting his chin on Shigarakis collarbone and kissing his neck, "Please~" he says teasingly. Tomura quickly wraps his arms around Dabis neck and buries his face into his hair so he couldn’t see his face, "L-leave me be, a-asshole.." 

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[yagirlyubnub]

God DAYMN

Why’d Nintendo hafta make these gals SO FINE LIKE AUAGH-

(Why do i Wanna feel their hair/fur? It looks so fluffyyy)

[gods-of-kanto]

SM!Ash, I have a bit of a silly question but is it possible to see you messing with your son's, King's, fur? Giving it silly cute styles and the like? His fur looks so fluffyyy, your sons are adorable. Additionally if you don't want to do that, it's totally fine, but have you ever given him silly hair styles or even just braided his fur to have something to do with your hands?

Ash: Heh, I try to, But he's definitely an impatient one. Usually moves before i can do anything, and while Psychic is an option, when he moves it just oulls his fur. I'll have to wait for when he's a bit more older to actually do anything.

((Something looks.... Different))

[chaosdoesthings]

I CUT MY HAIR I FEEL SO GENDER !!!!!!!!

also NOW MY HAIR LOOK LIKE A BROWN CLOUD!!!!!!! THEY ARE SO FLUFFYYY AAAAAAAA

(I love having natural curly hair)

(I love having gotten over my fear of cutting my hair and finally cut them)

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