#He steals the snacks while they fight with each other

[plaguedocboi]

I have to share the drama that’s been going on lately in my large fish tank and I think you’ll find it amusing as a fish person.

To set the scenario a while back discovered purely by chance that my male spotted silver dollar goes ham for Tetra brand corywafers (basically a small sinking disk wafer with a shrimp meal centre and an outer ring of vitamin/mineral blend) he’ll grab them and hold them in his mouth like an anime girl with toast running late for school.

This guy chews these while spinning them so he’s basically eating around the edges until it’s gone. His female partner initially tried one when she saw him with one but didn’t end up eating it. Until a couple months back when she suddenly decides actually she does like these.

These two wait each night below the spot where I drop these in to grab their ‘biscuit’. This of course drew the attention of some of the other fish in the tank who hadn’t previously been eating these (namely my angelfish pair and my gourami)

The gourami has no concept of manners and steals the biscuits right from the silver dollar’s mouths (not to mention touching everyone and everything in the tank every chance it gets). The female fights back via stealing the biscuit back again so it ends up going back and forth until one fish forfeits but the male is a pushover and just lets it happen and sits there looking like he’s wondering where his snack just dissapeared to.

Eventually he learned to hurry up and chew his down quickly to a point it’s small enough he can suck it entirely into his mouth and started sucking it in to hide it whenever he noticed the gourami headed his way and would spit it back out once the gourami had left.

About a month ago the angelfish decided they were going to try these biscuits so they’ve been attempting to copy the silver dollars method with mixed success due to their differing mouth structures.

Tonight however I saw one of these angelfish ‘sneak’ up behind the male silver dollar, produce a knocking sound (which I’ve since learned these fish can make and had been wondering for years now where tf that knocking keeps coming from all the time) this startles the silver dollar into dropping his biscuit which is then promptly stolen by said angelfish.

I knew angelfish were pretty clever but hadn’t realised HOW clever until this shrimp wafer drama started and have watched them learn and plot theft

(Meanwhile the Cory catfish these wafers were initially dropped in for still get ones I drop in a different spot of the tank where they wait and so far have avoided the drama)

Damn… I didn’t expect them to have a brain given how flat they are

[somegrumpynerd]

A lil doodle of the boys as rats from @thebad-lydrawn-sanses

[valsverse]

• just thinking about percy jackson as your summer bf. fumbling with sunscreen, smearing it on each other’s noses, missing spots on purpose. sticky cuddles under the blanket, even though the air is way too hot for any kind of physical contact. popsicle juice dribbling down your chin, and him kissing it away, his lips sweet and a little too eager. racing into the ocean, him pretending to trip just to make you laugh. stealing sips of each other’s lemonade, but only when you think he’s not looking. screaming on the rollercoaster while he pretends to be fearless, though you catch his knuckles white around the bar. arguing over the best ice cream flavor—he insists on mint chocolate chip, but you know it’s cookies and cream. beach volleyball that always ends with him picking you up and spinning you around, both of you laughing too hard to keep score. running barefoot on the hot pavement, hopping between patches of grass. falling asleep in a hammock, legs tangled, with the smell of saltwater still clinging to your skin, and waking up to sunburned shoulders and his lazy grin. • or how fall coded leo valdez is. going to haunted houses together, hiding your face in his shoulder every time you get freaked, while he grins and teases you, but never lets go. sharing one scarf because he insists he’s not cold, but somehow the scarf always ends up wrapped around you both. carving pumpkins together, where he makes his a goofy, over-engineered contraption while yours is just happy and crooked. attempting to watch Saw for halloween, but halfway through, he grabs the remote, and suddenly It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown! is on. apple cider kisses, warm and sweet, his lips tasting like cinnamon. drowning tea with lethal douses of nutmeg because he swears it makes everything better, and it does. walking through piles of fallen leaves, and just when you’re admiring the colors, he kicks a bunch of them at you, laughing as you chase him down the path. ending the night with bonfires, where he messes with the flames, making them flicker in shapes just to make you laugh. • and winters with luke castellan, him cupping your face in his hands, palms warm and soft, trying to chase away the chill from your cheeks, always grumbling about how cold you are, but never pulling away. sharing caramel apples, and him struggling to take a bite while making a mess, albeit with a small grin. snowball fights that start with playful teasing and end with him catching you in his arms, both of you laughing and brushing off snow. walking through the frosty streets, his arm around your shoulders, making sure you’re never too cold. stopping by a food cart for hot chocolate, where he burns his tongue but pretends he's fine, playing it off with a casual shrug while you laugh. driving through the city, holiday music low in the background, his eyes flickering between the lights and your smile; and his peppermint scent clinging to your sweater, lingering long after he’s gone. • while jason grace is undeniably a spring bf. feeding each other freshly picked strawberries, sweet and sun-warmed, his smile soft as he knows just how to choose the best ones. stopping by the convenience store for a snack run, where he knows your favorites by heart, grabbing them without a second thought. stopping by a local café for iced coffee, his fingers brushing yours as he hands you your drink.

playful water fights by the fountain, where he always ends up drenched, his hair sticking to his forehead, but he’s still grinning, water dripping everywhere as you both laugh at the chaos. visiting farmers' markets together, where he picks out the freshest fruits and insists on trying every sample with you. sharing ice cream cones that melt faster than you can eat them, him sneaking bites from yours with a playful smirk, wiping away a stray drip with the back of his hand before it hits the ground.

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[etherealyoungk]

college bf!mingyu scenarios

requested: by anon

pairing: mingyu x reader

wordcount: 893

a/n: i found this long lost in my drafts and thought i might as well post it.

college bf!mingyu who would be the heartthrob of the campus, but in reality, he only had eyes for you. you first met him when you accidentally bumped into him when you were in a rush trying to get to class. and in the process, all your papers went flying. mingyu was sweet and helped you gather your stuff, except you picked up the wrong notebook - his instead and you ran off, not bothering to check until you were sat in class and opened to book only to realise that it wasn't yours. naturally, you looked for him and gave him back his book, but after that day, you found yourself running into him more often.

college bf!mingyu who would pack you an extra lunch for himself so you could some of his too. he knows you love his cooking and you always end up stealing a bite of his food even though you tell him you're not hungry, but he knows better. he'll also pack extra snacks and they're all your favorite ones too.

college bf!mingyu who would follow you around like a puppy in between or after classes, hanging out with you in the library because you told him you needed to study or work on assignments. he'd sit with you too, saying he'll study with you too, but that's just an excuse to be next to you. he's watching you as you're busy solving questions, his arm propped up on the table, his head resting in his palm as he watches you, a smile on his face because how did he get so lucky. he'd be so whipped for you truly.

college bf!mingyu who is just so whipped and in love with you. everyone can tell by the way he looks at you that he adores you with his whole heart and would fight anyone if they posed any harm to you.

college bf!mingyu who would be absolutely appalled when you decide to go to class when you've fallen sick badly. he scolds you lightly when he spots you in the hallway and is quick to scoop you away and drop you back to your apartment. he'll make you a hearty soup so you can feel better, assuring you that the world wasn't going to end if you skipped one class. he says he'll help you on the assignment and gather the notes for you and he does, in a rather impressive manner.

college bf!mingyu who's always planning dates after class. he'll always have a cafe or new restaurant he wants to go to with you. and he's always so excited too, so how can you say no to him when he asks you so sweetly with the most pretty smile in the entire world.

college bf!mingyu who always sits next to you in the classes you have together. he'll always write little love notes in your notebook or draw silly little doodles, which make you smile whenever you open your notebook.

college bf!mingyu who's always and i mean always taking the chance to flirty with you. he'll drop the silliest pickup lines, flirting with you left right and centre and loves seeing you get all shy as you smack his arm in an attempt to get him to stop. "he practices all these atrocious lines on us", seungkwan says in disgust while mingyu just beams at you with his gorgeous smile.

college bf!mingyu who loves sharing his airpods with you during lunch break or whenever you both just want to have a little quiet time but still be with each other. he loves showing you new music he found and you do to.

college bf!mingyu who will always ask for kisses in between classes because,"they recharge me babe please", he says every time, while you just stare at him, crossing your arms. he pouts his lips in response and shows you his cheek as he waits for you to kiss him, getting all happy when you do, not letting you off with just one kiss.

college bf!mingyu who would be your study buddy and tutor you on some subjects if you were having a hard time, especially during exam season. he's also packing you wholesome lunchboxes and will always remind you to take breaks and not overwork yourself. he hates it when you stay up late or pull all-nighters to study and hates seeing you in so much stress. he's pulling you away from your books and getting you to bed, holding you in his arms as you fall asleep in minutes, your body and mind tired and he kisses your forehead, whispering how much he loves you, wishing he could take away all your stress.

college bf!mingyu who would be the one to listen to all your talks about being uncertain about the future and being scared because what if you failed? he'll listen to you keenly as you lay in his arms, protected from the world. he'll tell you how great you were doing and how proud he was of you. he'll tell you that even if you failed, he was going to be here to pick you back up and that he was always going to be there for you.

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[jellofish-plant]

Jason Todd (Red Hood) x Reader Headcanons

Pairing: Jason Todd (Red Hood) x Reader

Master List

Warnings:

Mentions of Jason’s past trauma (his death and resurrection are lightly referenced).

Gotham’s usual grit and danger.

Light angst mixed with fluff.

Summary: A collection of headcanons exploring what it’s like to be in a relationship with Jason Todd. From quiet moments of vulnerability to his fierce protectiveness, these glimpses show the many layers of the man behind the Red Hood.

Author’s Note: Hi, lovely readers! 🖤 Thank you for visiting my blog and checking out this new piece. I love diving into Jason’s character and imagining how he’d express love and loyalty in a relationship, and I hope you enjoy reading these headcanons as much as I enjoyed writing them!

Feel free to like, reblog, or leave a comment—I’d love to hear your thoughts.

1. Protective but Respectful

Jason has an almost instinctive need to protect you, especially given his traumatic past. However, he’s not overbearing. He respects your independence and knows you can handle yourself.

That said, if he thinks you’re in danger, he won’t hesitate to show up unannounced, armed to the teeth, just in case.

2. Affectionate in His Own Way

Jason isn’t the most openly affectionate person in public, but he shows his love through small, meaningful gestures: leaving notes in your favorite book, making sure your favorite snacks are stocked, or holding your hand when no one’s watching.

In private, though? He’s a cuddler. He loves having you close, whether it’s holding you while you’re watching a movie or burying his face in your neck after a long night.

3. Intellectual Connection

Jason is incredibly well-read thanks to his love of literature from his time with Bruce. He loves discussing books with you, sharing his favorites, and hearing your thoughts on them.

He secretly adores it when you recommend a book to him, especially if it’s something outside his usual genres.

4. Humor and Wit

Jason has a sharp wit and loves to make you laugh, even if his humor is a little dark sometimes. He’s quick with sarcastic remarks and loves when you can match his banter.

If you’re ever feeling down, he’ll try to lighten the mood with ridiculous antics—like showing up in his Red Hood gear but with a goofy apron over it, claiming he’s your personal “hero-chef.”

5. Shared Quiet Moments

Some of Jason’s favorite moments are the quiet ones, where you’re both just existing in each other’s company. Whether you’re reading on the couch while he cleans his weapons or you’re cooking together, those moments ground him.

He often falls asleep on your shoulder or with his head in your lap during these quiet times. It’s one of the few ways he truly relaxes.

6. Fiercely Loyal

Jason’s loyalty to you is unwavering. Once he’s let you into his heart, you’re family, and he’ll do anything to protect and support you.

He also expects the same loyalty in return. Trust is crucial to him, and if you’re honest and open with him, he’ll cherish you all the more.

7. Struggles with Vulnerability

Because of his past, Jason struggles to open up about his emotions. He doesn’t want to burden you with his trauma or his fears, but over time, he learns to trust you enough to share those parts of himself.

When he does open up, he appreciates how patient and understanding you are. Your support means everything to him.

8. Playful Teasing

Jason loves to tease you, especially if it makes you laugh. He’ll playfully steal your snacks, mimic your quirks, or challenge you to silly bets (which he’ll let you win most of the time).

If you manage to catch him off guard or tease him back, he’s secretly impressed and enjoys the back-and-forth.

9. Intense Protectiveness in Battle

If you ever find yourself in danger while he’s in his Red Hood persona, Jason is relentless. He’ll fight with everything he has to keep you safe.

However, if you’re capable of holding your own in a fight, he’s the first to cheer you on (while subtly watching your back). He’s proud of your strength and resilience.

10. Love Through Actions

Jason isn’t great with words when it comes to expressing his feelings, but he shows his love through his actions. Whether it’s fixing something around the house, bringing you your favorite coffee, or checking in with you after a long day, he always finds ways to make you feel cared for.

He has a habit of leaving small gifts for you—like a flower he found on patrol or a rare book he thought you’d love.

11. Dealing with His Darkness

Jason has dark moments where his anger and guilt resurface, but you’re his anchor. Just your presence helps calm him, reminding him that he’s not alone.

He deeply values how you don’t try to “fix” him but instead accept him for who he is, scars and all.

12. Adventurous Dates

Jason isn’t one for traditional dates. Instead, he takes you on thrilling adventures—riding through Gotham on his motorcycle, exploring abandoned buildings, or stargazing on rooftops.

Despite his love for adventure, he’s also happy to spend a quiet night in with takeout and a movie, especially if it means being close to you.

13. The Family Factor

Jason is hesitant to introduce you to the Batfamily at first, but once he does, he’s fiercely proud to have you by his side.

You quickly become the peacekeeper between Jason and his siblings, often mediating playful (or not-so-playful) arguments between him and Dick or Tim.

Alfred adores you, and Bruce is quietly relieved to see Jason happy again, even if he won’t admit it out loud.

[holylulusworld]

Food thieves (1)

Summary: They are always hungry.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader x Steve Rogers

Warnings: fun, fluff, banter, food theft

Food thieves masterlist

Gone. Again. Not one day ago, you refilled the fridge, and now, there’s nothing left but a half-eaten apple and bottled water.

Your stomach growls loudly, in need of a late-night snack. Now there’s no food—not even a tiny bite of the cheese you bought.

“What the heck?” You curse. “I bought all the good stuff, and it’s gone again?”

“Whatcha doing?” Bucky asks as he strolls into the kitchen. He’s hungry too and hopes there are some leftovers from the food you bought. “Is there any cheese left? It was awesome.”

You turn around like in slow motion to glare at the super-soldier. He ruffles his disheveled hair, smiling as you look him up and down. Bucky is in nothing but his boxers and a white undershirt.

“You ate all my cheese strings?” You growl. “How dare you steal my food. I bet it was you all this time!”

“What’s wrong?” Steve joins you and Bucky in the kitchen, hopefully looking at the open fridge. “Is there more cheese, or did you eat it all, Buck?”

“You too, Cap?” Putting your hands on your hips, you huff. “Really? The golden boy. The righteous Captain America steals my cheese strings?”

Nervously running his fingers through his hair, Steve stammers, “Uh—sorry. At night, we get hungry after a fight. I think we have a very fast metabolism.”

You narrow your eyes. “I call bullshit, Cap. You stole all the food I bought. At least admit that you stole my cheese strings and everything else.”

Bucky watches his friend’s cheeks turn red. He snickers before grabbing the last apple lying abandoned on the kitchen island. The brunette has no shame. He takes a large bite and chews loudly.

“You are unbelievable! Why are you eating that much?” You throw your hands up before slamming the fridge shut. “You will replace all my food!”

“We are big guys and super-soldiers,” Bucky mutters between bites. “We get hungry and eat food.” He shrugs before wolfing down the rest of the apple.

“You get hungry—” you huff. “I got hungry too. And imagine my surprise, finding the fridge empty. There was nothing left but a half-eaten apple.”

“Oh, that’s mine,” Steve calls dibs on the apple. “I forgot I left it in the fridge.”

“It’s rotten, Steve,” you point out. “You cannot eat a rotten apple. Hungry or not.”

Steve pouts. Steve fucking Captain America Rogers pouts like an angry child. He pats his empty stomach, looking at you for help.

Bucky mirrors his friend. He pouts and pats his belly.

“No.” You cross your arms over your chest. “I do all the grocery shopping and didn’t even get a bite! Again!”

“Doll, have mercy. We are hungry,” Bucky purrs your name while slowly sneaking closer to the kitchen counter. He rounds the counter to glance at the fridge. “I bet you’re hiding something in your secret stash.”

“Secret what?” You act like you never heard of a secret stash. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Barnes.”

“The good stuff,” he says while pouncing on you like a lion. Bucky cages you between the counter and his hard body. “Give us something, and we will pay you back.”

“No—”

“Buck, maybe she doesn’t have a secret stash,” Steve says but moves around the counter to look at you. “Right, doll, you’d share with your captain?” He quirks a brow, making you snort.

“Even if I had a secret stash,” you retort and stick your tongue out, “I wouldn’t tell you. You can torture me, bite me, or punish me. I won’t say a word.”

Bucky and Steve look at each other. They have one of their silent conversations. The ones making you wonder if they are telepaths.

“Tickles?” Steve asks.

“Tickles.” Bucky conforms before both men start tickling your sides.

“No!” You laugh and scream, trying to fend their skilled fingers off. “No!” You giggle and snort. “Please…no!” You push against Bucky’s chest, giving him the chance to move his hand under your shirt to tickle your belly. “No….no…”

“I think we are close to cracking her,” Steve says and starts tickling your thighs. “Give up and tell us everything about your secret stash.”

“I—” you giggle even louder. “I got a mini fridge at my place.”

“Buck.” They stop and look at each other.

“Got it, Steve,” Bucky confirms before grabbing you by your waist and throwing you over his shoulder. “Off to her place to raid her fridge…”

Part 2

[sweetheartsofpanem]

Tension? What Tension? - Soft Things Survive

Previous Part

i’m having too much fun writing about these emotionally constipated idiots

warnings: refer to series masterlist

pairing(s): refer to series masterlist

word count: 3.39k

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Katniss is trying to drown Peeta again.

Not seriously. Just enough to make it theatrical.

He resurfaces with a gasp and a grin, water dripping from his hair as he yells, “That was a war crime, Everdeen!”

She just smirks and flicks water at him with the back of her hand. “Next time, I hold you under longer.”

You’re watching all this from the dock, leaning back on your hands. Your ankles are in the water, your face is half-melted from the heat, and your shirt’s already damp with sweat because of course it’s the most suffocating day of the entire damn summer so far.

Haymitch is stretched out beside you, shirt half-unbuttoned, sunglasses on, very obviously Not Participating.

“You gonna go in?” you ask, nudging his leg with your foot.

“Nope.”

“Why not?”

“Because I like being dry, honey. And also because the minute I set foot in that lake, one of those lunatics is going to try and baptize me with violence.”

You snort. “So dramatic.”

“I’m dramatic?” he says, sitting up slightly. “You’re the one who packed a towel, a snack, and an escape plan.”

“Yeah,” you say. “Because I have foresight. You, meanwhile, are going to be sweaty and miserable in five minutes and begging me for water like a sad little plant.”

Haymitch opens his mouth to argue—and then a waterlogged Peeta lunges onto the dock behind you with a war cry.

You scream. He grabs your wrist. You shriek louder.

Haymitch does nothing except sip from a bottle he definitely smuggled into your bag, “I warned you.”

Chaos. Immediate chaos.

Katniss cannonballs. Peeta’s trying to haul you into the lake. You’re clinging to Haymitch’s leg like it’s your last hope.

You’re clinging to Haymitch like he’s a damn life raft, and he’s just sitting there—laughing—while Peeta tries to pry your fingers off his leg.

“Traitor!” you shout at him, as Peeta finally hooks an arm around your waist.

“You picked your side the second you called me a sad little plant,” Haymitch says, utterly unbothered.

You try to twist away, but Peeta’s got momentum and water weight on his side. You go down like a ship in a storm—splashing into the lake with a shriek that echoes through the trees.

The water hits like a shock, cold and loud, stealing the breath from your lungs. When you come up, sputtering, hair plastered to your face, Katniss is already grinning from where she’s floating nearby.

“I didn’t even have to help this time,” she says. “Impressive, Mellark.”

Peeta bows, dramatically. “I take my work seriously.”

“You’re both monsters!” you yell, treading water furiously. “I am a delicate creature! I have rights!”

“You started this,” Haymitch calls from the dock, still lounging like he’s sunbathing royalty. “You brought chaos. Chaos came for you.”

You swim back toward the dock, slap a wave of water in his direction. “You’re not safe up there forever, old man.”

He snorts. “Try me, fish bait.”

Peeta and Katniss start splashing each other again—lighthearted but somehow already bordering on romantic duel levels of intensity. You barely have a chance to process it before Peeta swims behind her and wraps his arms around her waist. She doesn’t even pretend to fight it this time. Just leans back into his arms like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Ugh,” you groan. “Can you two stop being in love for, like, one second?”

“You came to the lake with a couple,” Katniss says flatly, resting her head against Peeta’s shoulder.

“Technically, I came here with Haymitch, which was its own mistake,” you call.

Haymitch raises a brow. “Keep talking, honey. See what happens.”

“Oh no,” you mock gasp, “am I in trouble?”

“Neck deep,” he mutters, but you see the corner of his mouth twitch.

You kick your way back to the dock, grab onto the wood with both hands, and lean your cheek against it dramatically. Your hair drips down the side, soaking your shirt even more. “I’m gonna haunt this lake if I die from betrayal.”

Haymitch stands—finally—and peers down at you. His sunglasses slide down his nose just enough for you to see his eyes.

“You’re already haunting me,” he mutters, and your brain short-circuits on the spot.

You blink. “Excuse me?”

“I said you’re loud.”

“You did not say that!”

He steps around you casually. “That’s what I meant.”

You grab the dock edge and start climbing up, water streaming down your arms and legs. Haymitch turns just in time to see you crawling up like some kind of soggy vengeance demon. He does not look sorry.

“You’re gonna regret this,” you mutter, shoving your wet hair back from your face.

“I already do.”

“Oh, do you now?”

You lunge for him.

He yelps—actually yelps—and tries to dodge, but you’re fast when you’re fueled by righteous fury. You manage to get both hands on him and shove—not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to throw him off balance.

He stumbles.

You blink.

He blinks.

Then he grabs you by the waist and drags you down with him.

You crash into the water again with a full-body shriek. Somewhere behind you, Peeta’s cackling.

When you come up again, Haymitch is already bobbing to the surface, soaked and smirking like he’s proud of himself.

“Happy now?” he asks, brushing his hair back.

You squint. “You’re in so much trouble.”

“I’m already wet. Not like you can punish me worse.”

“Oh, I can try.”

“Please don’t,” Peeta yells. “Innocent bystanders present.”

Katniss looks at you two, then at Peeta, and rolls her eyes. “Let’s go walk the edge. Give the weirdos some space.”

Peeta nods solemnly and swims toward shore.

You and Haymitch watch them go.

Then you look at each other.

And immediately look away again.

He clears his throat. “They’re disgusting.”

You nod. “Horrible. Sickening, really.”

He says nothing for a moment, then adds, “I bet she kisses his nose when no one’s looking.”

“I bet he braids her hair with wildflowers when they’re alone.”

A long pause.

You say, quieter, “Must be nice, though.”

You don’t mean to look at him when you say it, but you do. And he’s already looking at you.

Something shifts. Just slightly.

Then—he flicks water at your face. “You gonna get all sappy on me now, honey?”

You flick water back. “Please. I’m emotionally unavailable.”

“Liar.”

“Grump.”

“You like it.”

You grin. “Maybe.”

He moves closer—just a bit. You’re still floating, still surrounded by water and sunlight and the aftershocks of laughter.

“Your hair’s a mess,” he mutters.

“Yours looks like seaweed.”

“You say that like it’s not a look.”

You open your mouth to fire back—but then, with absolutely zero warning, Haymitch steps forward and grabs you by the waist.

Your yelp is somewhere between startled and indignant as he pulls you toward him, steadying you effortlessly while you flail just slightly—just enough to prove a point.

“Hey!” you squawk, grabbing onto his shoulders more out of reflex than anything else. “What was that for?”

He’s got both hands on your waist and his grin is maddeningly smug.

“Seeing you try not to drown was making me tired.”

“I wasn’t drowning! I was floating!”

“You were flailing.”

You gasp. “I was elegantly drifting in a natural paradise, thank you very much.”

He raises an eyebrow, eyes sparkling despite the wet strands of hair stuck to his forehead. “Elegantly drifting? That what we’re calling dog-paddling now?”

You squint at him, lips twitching. “You’re lucky I’m clinging to you or I’d kick you.”

“Mm.” He glances down at your hands still hooked over his shoulders, his fingers still loose but steady around your waist. “How tragic for me.”

Your heart forgets how to beat for a second. Maybe two. It’s the water. The heat. The soft flicker of sunlight off his lashes. It’s definitely not the way his voice dipped just slightly or the fact that his thumb brushed your side like it didn’t mean anything.

You try to regain your footing, pushing gently against him to test for the bottom—and fail. Immediately. You flail again, bumping into him harder than intended, which only makes him laugh under his breath.

“See? Flailing.”

“I hate you,” you grumble.

“You’re blushing.”

“I’m sunburnt!”

“Sure, honey.”

Your brain short-circuits at the nickname. Again. Which is unfair because he says it all the time now and you should be used to it by now and—oh god, his hands are still on you.

You glance up at him through your lashes. “You know, you didn’t have to grab me.”

“Didn’t I?”

Your stomach swoops. You forget how to be a person for approximately three seconds before you clear your throat and say, with as much sass as you can muster, “Okay, sunshine. You can let go now.”

“Right,” he says. But he doesn’t. Not right away. His grip loosens slowly, hands brushing over your sides before letting go completely.

And suddenly, the water feels colder where his hands were.

You blink at him. He grins at you.

Somewhere on shore, Peeta laughs way too loudly at something Katniss says, and you both turn—only to see her perched on a tall rock, smug as ever, as Peeta beams up at her like she put the stars in the sky.

You and Haymitch exchange a look.

Totally annoyed.

Totally not longing.

“Disgusting,” Haymitch mutters.

“Unbelievable.”

“Who gave them the right?”

He hums. “Should ban it.”

“Right? Love? In this economy?”

Haymitch starts wading toward the shore first, muttering something about “getting too old for water-based shenanigans.” You follow after him, still grinning as you slog through the shallows, water clinging to your legs like it doesn’t want to let go.

The sun’s still high, but the breeze has picked up—just enough to raise goosebumps on your arms as you step onto the warm rock near the edge and plop down beside Haymitch, who’s already collapsed onto a towel like he’s auditioning for the role of Most Dramatic Reclining Man.

“Water’s nice,” you say, wringing out the end of your shirt.

“Nice,” he mutters. “Sure. Real spa treatment. Can’t wait for the mold to set in.”

You snort, grabbing your towel and flopping it over your head. It muffles the sound of Katniss yelling something at Peeta, who’s clearly just dunked her on purpose now that they’re back in the water. You peek out from under the towel, grin at the chaos.

And then you glance down.

Your breath catches just a little—but not from shock. Just from the reminder.

The scars—thick lines that stretch from the outer sides to the tops of your thighs—always stand out more when you’re cold or wet because they turn purple of all colors. It’s not painful. It’s just… obvious.

You tilt your head at them.

Then grin, all teeth and mischief.

“Hey, look,” you say, tugging your towel off your head and gesturing to your thighs with a dramatic flair. “I’m a mood ring!”

Haymitch, mid-sip from a canteen, chokes.

You shoot him a wide, unapologetic grin. “Purple means ‘cold and full of unresolved trauma.’”

He coughs into his fist, half a laugh slipping through. “Jesus, honey.”

“What? It’s seasonal color analysis for my mental state.”

He glances down, catches the faint glint of scars against your skin, then looks back up at your face—like he’s checking.

You nudge his foot with yours. “Don’t get all soft on me, sunshine.”

“Didn’t say anything.”

“You looked soft.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Maybe I’m just disgusted by your sense of humor.”

“Mm, no. I think you’re endeared.”

“You’re lucky I don’t toss you back in the lake and let you drown.”

“Admit it,” you say, smirking as you flop back onto the towel, arms spread dramatically. “You’d miss me.”

He hums again, settling back beside you, eyes flicking toward the sky. “Yeah. I would.”

You squint at the sky, pretending like your heart didn’t just trip over itself. “Careful,” you murmur. “I’m gonna start thinking you like me.”

Haymitch doesn’t look over. Just lets the sun spill across his face as he says, “Maybe I do.”

And that—that—short-circuits your entire brain.

You blink up at the clouds. “Well. That’s illegal.”

He smirks, barely. “Sue me.”

“I might.”

“Peeta’s got a lawyer name. Ask him for a referral.”

You snort, nudging your foot against his again. “You’re such a menace.”

“Says the girl comparing her trauma to a novelty item from hundreds of years ago.”

“Bet you owned a mood ring.”

He exhales through his nose. “Probably. Might’ve invented it.”

You gasp, scandalized. “So you are ancient.”

“I prefer ‘mysteriously timeless.’”

“You creak when you sit down.”

“Whiskey fixes that.”

You cackle, covering your face. “Oh my god. You would’ve been the kid trying to eat a mood ring just to see if your insides were sad.”

“Still am,” he mutters, cracking one eye open to look at you. “Except now I’ve got worse coping mechanisms and better whiskey.”

“Progress?”

“Debatable.”

You hum contentedly, fingers tracing lazy shapes into the towel beneath you. The sun warms your skin, the wind tugs gently at your damp clothes, and beside you, Haymitch lets out a sigh that sounds like something untangling in his chest.

“You really okay?” you ask, not teasing this time. Just soft.

He glances over at you—eyes serious for half a second. Then he nods. “Yeah. Kinda hard not to be when you’re yelling about knee cartilage and emotionally aware thighs.”

You grin, eyes closing. “That’s what I’m here for. Unhinged weather reports and deeply concerning jokes.”

Haymitch doesn’t say anything for a beat.

Then, quieter. “And hand-holding. Apparently.”

Your smile turns a little shy. “Well. Only on special occasions.”

He hums again. “We’ll have to make more of those, then.”

You turn your head slightly, eyes still closed, just barely nudging your shoulder against his. “Yeah. We will.”

You’re still smiling when Peeta calls out from farther down the shore, where he and Katniss are already rolling up their towels and tossing things into their bag.

“Hey! If we don’t leave soon, we’re gonna end up hiking back in the dark!”

Katniss, with all the tenderness of a brick, adds, “Which is fine for me, but Peeta’s just gonna trip on a root and dent his prosthetic again.”

“That was once,” Peeta says indignantly.

“Was it?” Haymitch asks, loudly and very unhelpfully.

You snort and stand, brushing off some damp grass stuck to your calves. “Guess we’re calling it.”

“Tragic,” Haymitch says, standing up beside you with a grunt. “Just when I was enjoying your drowned rat aesthetic.”

“You’re just mad I didn’t actually drown.”

“Oh no. That was plan B.”

You flick water at him from the end of your towel, and he swats at you like you’re an annoying bug—which only encourages you further. Katniss shakes her head but is definitely smirking as she slings her bow over one shoulder.

You all start the short hike back, the trail still warm underfoot despite the sun starting to dip. It’s golden-hour light now—soft and low, filtering through the trees in hazy streaks. Cicadas buzz in the distance, and everything smells like summer and wet earth and warm leaves.

Peeta walks ahead with Katniss, their fingers automatically tangled together like they were built that way. At one point, she mutters something under her breath and he laughs—low and bright—and leans over to kiss her cheek without missing a step.

You don’t look at Haymitch.

He doesn’t look at you.

You both do not look at each other.

But your hands are close.

Not on purpose. Definitely not. The trail is just narrow, okay? The heat still clings to your skin, and your towel keeps slipping, and maybe you’re walking a little too close, but it’s fine.

The first brush of fingers is probably accidental.

Probably.

The second one definitely isn’t.

You glance up at him from the corner of your eye.

Haymitch is looking ahead, expression neutral. His hand swings just enough to bump yours again.

“Accidental, huh?” you murmur, lips twitching.

“I’m just walking.”

“Mmhmm.”

“You’re the one with twitchy hands.”

“I’m full of feelings and poor decision-making.”

He glances down at you, eyes warm in the gold light. “You say that like it’s new.”

You grin. “It’s my whole brand.”

You don’t reach for his hand.

But you don’t move yours away, either.

The third time your fingers brush, they stay there for just a second longer than they need to.

Not quite held.

Just… hovering.

Your chest feels like someone lit a match in it.

But you keep walking, keep smiling, keep your voice even despite the fact that you’re mentally screaming at the clouds.

“I like summer,” you say vaguely, because it’s the safest thing your brain can find.

Haymitch hums. “You just like being chaotic without freezing.”

“Exactly.”

He grins. It’s quick and sharp and real, and you want to bottle it.

By the time you reach the edge of the woods, the sun is kissing the horizon and the village is bathed in soft amber light, the kind that makes everything look a little more like home.

Peeta holds low hanging branches back for everyone. Katniss pretends not to smile when he bows dramatically like some overly romantic butler. Haymitch mutters something about “idiots in love,” and your heart does a weird little thing you absolutely refuse to acknowledge.

You take a long shower the second you get home—long enough to scrub the lake water from your skin, long enough to make the dried grass and chaos feel like a memory instead of something still clinging to your arms.

The sun’s almost fully set by the time you towel off and throw on your softest oversized shirt and a pair of shorts. Your hair’s still damp, but you don’t care. You feel clean, warm, soft.

And maybe just a little bit floaty.

You pause at your front door, hand on the knob, and let yourself breathe.

In.

Out.

Then you open the door and step back into the twilight air, your legs moving on autopilot.

Haymitch’s porch creaks when you step onto it. The windows glow faintly from inside, and something in your chest settles at the sight of it—like your bones were always meant to find their way back here.

You don’t knock.

You just swing the door open with flair and yell, “Sunshine, I’m home!”

And then your brain dies.

Because Haymitch is stretched out on his couch like some kind of vintage painting come to life—shirtless, one arm thrown over the backrest, the other resting where his scar is, fingers absently tapping. His hair’s still damp, like he just showered too, and his skin is all golden in the low lamplight, the lines of his chest and stomach defined in that effortless, unfair way.

Your mouth forgets how to form words.

Your thoughts all pile up in a traffic jam behind your eyes.

Haymitch glances up at you, completely unbothered. “You announce yourself like that every time you break into my house?”

You’re still frozen in the doorway.

“I—uh. Yep. Regularly. It’s a… tradition.”

He quirks an eyebrow. “You good?”

No. No, you are not good. You are currently short-circuiting over the veins in his forearms and the way his sweatpants are sitting just low enough to trigger the spiraling part of your brain.

You clear your throat. “Fine. Totally fine. Why would I not be fine.”

His lips twitch like he knows exactly what he’s doing. “You’re staring.”

You immediately look at the ceiling, and wonder, not for the first time, how the hell a man who survives on whiskey, sarcasm, and sheer spite has the audacity to look that good shirtless.

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“I’m admiring the—uh—lightbulb.”

“It’s not even on.”

“Exactly. Very energy conscious.”

He huffs a laugh and stretches a little, which is not helping, because now his scar is in plain sight and oh no—

“Do you own shirts?” you blurt.

He lifts his hand lazily to gesture toward the arm of the couch. “Took it off. It was wet.”

“From the lake?”

“From your storm spirit ambiance, actually.”

You press your palms to your cheeks. “You are the worst.”

“Flustered already, honey?”

“I will set your porch on fire.”

He smirks. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

Next Part

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Now that all the main cast's unique magic has been shown, can you make a ranking on your favorite unique magic from most to least favorite? Would be favorite unique magic from each dorm but felt some feels unfair especially Ignihyde when Ortho is confirm unable to have his own. You can include the other characters like Chenya, Rollo, Skully, and Fellow.

Originally I was gonna ask about your top favorite dreams, overblot boys' dream outfit, and chapter 7 SSRs (excluding the main Diasomonia uniforms), but there is chance there will be more dreams in upcoming chapter since some people theorize that we might see both Silver's and Malleus's now that Ace's UM is shown. Even a possibility of Silver having an SSR card. So I will be holding this question once chapter 7 is over.

[For a complete compilation of known unique magic (including name, incantation, first use, effects, and limitations), check out this post!]

To briefly explain what is mentioned in the second ask and the second paragraph of first ask, some fans theorize that with Ace’s new UM (which seemingly allows him to borrow, copy, or swap UM with a target?), he could use Malleus’s magic against him or on other characters too. This could potentially allow us to see his dream and/or Silver’s. As far as I could tell it though, there doesn’t seem to be a purpose for doing this provided by theorists yet.

Aaand with that aside, here’s my personal ranking of the UMs, with explanations for each below. It’s not numerical, but rather tiers. This is primarily based on how practical or fun I think the UMs would be to my daily life, NOT based on power level or some other metric.

“Useful overall”

Snake Whisper/Snake Charmer — At the risk of sounding slightly unhinged, this would make life in general easier. Shockingly few drawbacks or limitations too. (Big surprise, the person who says they are similar to Jamil puts Jamil’s UM as at the top…)

I See You/Arrow Afar — As someone that easily gets lost while traveling and easily loses things, this UM sounds like a godsend. Just tag whatever you want to locate and you’re good to go!

Far Cry Cradle — The idea of experiencing stories by touching a random object is so fascinating. Endless entertainment but could also help with answering questions. Bonus: reminds me of the Dimensional Scream from the Pokémon Mystery Dungeon Explorers games.

“Fun to experiment with”

Doodle Suit/Paint the Roses — The simple act of being able to change the smell, taste, or texture of something would make dietary restrictions so much easier to deal with. Other applications would be nice for comfort too, like adjusting the perception of brightness or loudness just for yourself in a group setting like a movie or concert. (There’s some ominous fan works and theories about Trey being able to use his UM to overwrite others’ emotions or thoughts too, but I’m only sticking to what he is shown to be capable of in canon.)

Split Card — I’d wanna see how many clones can be made at once and what each is physically and mentally capable of. (We already know the magical power of the original and the clones goes down, so what about other parameters?) Useful for multitasking.

Joker Snatch — It's basically the same has having multiple UMs. Would fuck around and find out what this sucker is capable of. :9

Fairest One of All — Such a flexible and customizable UM, honestly. You can basically set whatever conditions you like, just be careful about the wording because the curses get pretty locked in.

Meet in a Dream — The idea of hopping around dreams and seeing what weird shit goes on in people's heads sounds so fun! Then you can embarrass them about it in the waking world :>

Not All My Head —Ultimate stealth... You can bypass into some of the most secure places in the world just for the lols 🤣 or, y'know... sneak into the kitchen to steal some snacks or something.

“Messing with the forces of nature because fuck you, that’s why”

King’s Roar — Could be used for a fight, but also to clear an area. What's that? Destruction of nature/property? Potential for murder? IT'S OKAY, JUST BREATHE IN THE SAND PARTICLES FLUTTERING IN THE BREEZE AND DON'T CHOKE :))

Oasis Maker — Need clean water to drink? BOOM. Want to water your garden? BOOM. Making a random swimming pool? BOOM. Maximum output for minimum effort.

Fae (of) Maleficence — You become a literal god of time and space. Scary amount of potential for control.

“The trail mix where I pick out the bits I like and leave the gross stuff in there”

Laugh with Me — Not really useful unless for small pranks or you + the target are in a convenient location already (since you'd have to take steps forward to get the target to do the same).

Sleep Kiss/Crimson Slumber — Can be protective (but can't seem to be cast on the self, only on others). Also useful to put people to sleep. Would like to use to send my pet or loud neighbors to sleep early instead of staying up late and bothering me :v

Living Bolt — Very good for an extra boost of speed and/or power if in a rush or in a desperate situation. Unfortunately comes with electrical side effects so that's... not optimal.

Scary Night — Basically Off with your Head but also limits your movement, so I consider it an upgrade with applications besides just combat. Wonder what happens if you cook with those pumpkin’d people or smash the pumpkin on the ground… Is that instadeath? Gruesome to think about, but unsure of since we see so little of the UM in action.

“Requires rizz”

It’s a Deal and Life is Fun — Same reasoning for both; takes a certain amount of charisma to pull these UMs off and if you lack that then this magic sucks. Would be useful if you did have these characters’ sway though.

“Fistfighting central”

Off with your Head — Could shut down a hostile party’s magic, but if you’re not as trigger happy as Riddle is then how often would you realistically use this? And if the target has no magic then this basically does nothing.

Bet the Limit/Double Down — Assuming you’re not already dead from the blows you’ve already eaten and/or you can aim properly and get that shot in before you wipe??? Okay, sure 😂

Bind the Heart — Only deflects magical blows. Physical hits will still pass. Would get my ass beat anyway.

Dark Fire — Primarily useful only for combat, which most people don’t get up to on a regular basis. Must be a true hater or be surrounded by true haters to get the most power out of this. What happens if everyone holds hands and sings a song at you? Do you just pathetically whimper and die out in a pile of ashes/j

“Not a furry, don’t @ me”

Unleash (the) Beast — The idea of a big furry... creature... charging at me makes me want to run and hide 🤢 Could have its use for strength and speed, but… I still don’t want a massive dog around.

“This could have been an email”

Shock the Heart — Nothing a reasonable amount of blackmail research cannot do. Has so many limitations (eye contact, only one use per person, target may resist/refuse anyway, etc.) you may as well need a PhD in order to manufacture plans to effectively use this UM.

“So niche it has like no practical application”

Gate to (the) Underworld — Y-You just… open and close a door to a pit of Phantoms. Discounting opening the pit to retrieve Phantoms to test or experiment on, why would you not just keep this closed all the time and just never use this UM 💀

[angeldiarybook]

School with Billy and stu headcannons

Billy Loomis

-gets his notes down fast in class

-looking over his shoulder to try to copy as he’s glaring at you (like this 😒😐)

-let’s you finally copy of him the last couple minutes of class (you don’t have time to write it down💀)

-at least has his hand on your thigh or holding hands together in class while y’all sit next to each other

-racing up the stairs together when he’s in the mood and when nobody is around

-glares and threatens anyone that tries to be partners with you in a school project

-trips you in the halls

-carries your backpack for you

-If you guys ride the bus together he definitely saves you a seat right next to him

-combing his hair in class because it gets so greasy (that school air)

-he is so quiet in class for no reason

-makes heart shaped gum wrapper for you when he has nothing to do in class

-you write little notes on Billy’s note book that says “Kys” (obviously jsp🤗….🙅🏻‍♀️)

-has horrible posture sitting in them school chairs(💀)

-sometimes you guys eat lunch behind the stairwells or outside in the bleachers

-let’s you wear his flannel if you ever get dressed coded

-let’s you take naps on him in class as he writes your notes down

-steals mechanical pencils from you and for you

Stu Macher

-literally YALL are the best duo in school

-stu makes class 100 times funner

-you guys barely get stuff done

-always is trying to get you to skip class with him

-probably goes on some illegal websites on the computers to watch horror movies with you

-fucking them chicken patty’s up in lunch together

-always eating snacks in class together

-taking naps on your shoulder

-going to the school football games together (and making fun of Steve together)

-throwing paper balls at you

-hitting him with a water bottle or pinching him whenever he bothers you

-you guys have gotten separated at least 20 times

-has pictures of you and him hung up in his locker (also of billy💀)

-you and Stu write outrageous notes and sign them with Billy name (he hates yall)

-scares you out of nowhere in the hallways as you walk to class

-cheering in school fights and shakes you in excitement

“FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT”

-and when people look back at him he looks around whistling acting clueless

-if y’all ride the bus together he definitely pushes billy out of the seats (has gotten sent to sit in the front because he does too much💀)

-definitely be stealing your hoodie or sweatshirt out your locker

-always catching each other walking to the nurses office when You guys have different classes

@vzp1kl

[strawberries-and-summer-days]

DATING PERCY JACKSON HC'S

paring: percy jackson x athena!fem!reader

warnings: swearing

a/n: this is my first time doing hc's so i decided to get it out of the way! (its scary cause like i don't wanna disappoint 😭) so if you have any tips or anything lemme know!!

you and percy are like the it couple of camp

like seriously when you two finally (key word being finally) got together the entire camp was rejoicing that you two idiots finally admitted your feelings

you were the two most oblivious people on the planet (percy mostly)

but now you're together its no longer stealing glances in secret but openly gazing at the other and getting distracted in the middle of sparring *cough* percy *cough*

its stealing kisses in between activities

curling up in bed with stolen snacks from the camp store and books

BOOKS

percy's battle against your love for your book boyfriends is a constant war...

and when he introduced you to sally via iris message sally LOVED you on sight

you basically spent the entire time talking to her trash talking percy

percy who had a scowl on his face the entire time

you guys are iconic

if the campers were asked to think of their fav couple in the modern world they'd instantly think of you two

percy and y/n, y/n and percy, you're a package deal

you're like the mom and dad of camp honestly

whenever you fight (which isn't often) the campers whisper to each other "mommy and daddy are fighting again"

the campers knowing smirks whenever they see you both leaving a cabin flustered and dishevelled after making out do

ABOSLUTELY NOTHING to stop you both

percy offers to bring you home for christmas knowing your history with a non-existent family

you had excitedly thrown yourself into his arms squealing "yes!"

you had been a ball of nerves for the last few days of camp

when percy brought you home for the holidays you were ecstatic

so was he really

percy being the lovesick puppy he is, basically just followed you around where ever you wanted to go

that included nearly all the bookstores in the area.

you had happily strolled through the store and passing percy every book you wanted saying

"omigoshpercy! look at this cover!" and then scurrying over to the next book "i've been wanting this one forever!"

percy has a shit eating grin on his face the entire time

he's just happy you're happy

sally was overjoyed when you arrived whipping you into a flurry of warm hugs and smiles

you'd honestly never felt more at home

one night you and percy are curled up on the couch under a blanket reading a book with percy muttering how he was clearly much better than this dumbass

who both stay that way for a while, percy occasionally placing kisses on your temple.

that is the night you first say i love you.

when you say it out loud percy's eyes widen and he flips around so he's facing you

"I love you."

now you've never felt more at home

percy thinks of you as a literal goddess

he worships the ground you walk on

and when you said i love you, that practically just cements his obsession with you

when sally walked in on you two to offer you some dinner she smiles when she sees you asleep on percy's shoulder, percy mouths

"what?" so he doesn't wake you up.

"you really like her, don't you?"

percy nods staring adoringly at you. "yeah i kinda do."

a/n pt2: i actually had so much fun making these so let me know if you'd ever want more hc's!!

[python333]

hi! i’m not sure if you’re taking requests atm but if you aren’t feel free to ignore this!

anyways, i was thinking what would it be like if you were back on base and did something nice for everyone and made their fave coffee/tea while you’re all relaxing after a long mission? like how would the 141 react and what would you make for them?

that’s all but i hope you have a great day and i absolutely love your writings!! they seriously are so detailed and amazing, you do a beautiful job w each one💌

unwind — python333

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synopsis the 141 + you are back from a super long mission and u make them their fave coffee/tea!!

relationships platonic!taskforce 141 & gn!reader.

word count 3.6k

characters cap. price, soap, ghost, gaz.

warnings 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself], usage of c/n [code name/call sign], gaz being a little shit.

note thank you so much for the req!! i am taking them right now, but apologies if i post them 2+ days after i get them, my writers block is slowly creeping back into my mind and im fighting it off the best i can! also, thank you for the compliments :3 ilysm youre too nice!! i saw ur reblog of bedbound too and i was so sjdfksdfks!! hope u have a good day too and hope you enjoy this fic, it's all fluff and way too in depth descriptions of making tea/coffee!!

As soon as the electric kettle clicks, signaling to you that the water inside of it has been boiled, you unplug it and pour the water into a mug you’d pulled from the cabinets. It still surprised you that there were any mugs left, with how many people kept stealing to put on their desk to hold pencils—by people, you mean Soap, and only Soap—but you weren’t complaining. 

You set the kettle back down once the mug is filled up just an inch below the brim and grab the tea bag you’d grabbed earlier, wrapping the string around the handle of the mug a few times before putting the bag itself into the water. Almost immediately, you see small tendrils of dark brown flow out from the drowned tea bag into the originally clear water. 

As that happens, you walk the small few steps over to the small fridge from the kettle and open it, grabbing the small carton of cream and closing the fridge shut. You walk back over to the mug and unscrew the cap of the carton, pouring some cream into the mug, adding a half inch of height to the liquid already in the mug before screwing the cap back on and setting the carton down.

You don’t bother to grab a spoon and mix anything yet, instead reaching over to the small terracotta container beside the coffee machine that contained sugar, and taking off the lid. 

You think for a moment if you should grab a spoon for this, but ultimately decide against it, instead just tipping the container over the mug and letting what you hope is two teaspoons of sugar spill over into the mug.

Afterwards, you put the lid back on the container holding the sugar and set it back next to the coffee machine, and grab the cream to put back into the fridge. 

Once the cream’s been put back, you open the drawers in the counter and grab a small spoon, one that’s just tall enough that it won’t be fully submerged in the tea, and put it into the mug.

You close the drawer and give the tea a few stirs before picking up the mug, being careful of the scalding heat and holding it solely by its handle. You carefully walk out of the snack bar extension of the kitchen and head towards Price’s office. 

After a year or two of working with him, you’ve learned a lot about his tea preferences—he likes Yorkshire tea, the original one, not the gold. He only likes cream and sugar in his coffee, just to make it smoother and make it a bit sweeter, but doesn’t like it too sweet.

You vaguely remember him telling you he’d never had honey or any other sweeteners besides a bit of sugar in his tea, and remember more vividly you thinking, God, that’s such an old person thing to say, but not saying it out loud. 

Once you’ve reached his office, you knock a few times and Price’s tired voice calls out, “Come in!” 

You open the door, careful to keep the mug from spilling in your hands, and walk in, closing the door behind you. Price looks up from his computer, presumably writing a report on the mission you’d all just come back from an hour or two ago, and offers a small smile when he sees you. He’s about to say something before he catches sight of the mug in your hands. 

“Did you…” He doesn’t finish his question, but you know what he was about to ask, and you nod in response. 

“If it’s too sugary let me know,” You tell him, setting the mug down a safe distance away from his computer, “I can remake it.” 

“I won’t make you remake it,” Price looks at you, almost offended, “You didn’t have to make me anything in the first place, but thank you, I really appreciate it.” 

“No problem,” You hum, walking away, saying over your shoulder, “Hope you like it.” 

You open the door without another word and walk out, closing it behind you, heading right back to the snack bar. Now for Soap. 

Soap typically preferred coffee to tea, despite tea’s popularity in Scotland. He’d told you that he really couldn’t taste the difference between different coffee blends, but upon hearing that there was a Scottish blend, he declared he’d only drink that one, because of course he did. 

He pretended he could tell if the coffee he was drinking was of that Scottish blend, but you knew he couldn’t. How did you know? You’d only ever given him Scottish roast once. Every other time since then, it’s been French roast. 

He’s never really used a coffee machine for himself, going to cafes or coffee shops most of the time for coffee, keeping his usual coffee order written in his notes app because he couldn’t remember it for the life of him.

He’d sometimes modify his order if certain coffee shops didn’t do certain things that he usually got, but his order stays mostly the same every time he gets coffee. Medium (or grande, if he’s at Starbucks) latte with a double shot of espresso. 

Typically, he’d get some shortbread too, but you didn’t really have any in the base, so he’d have to do without it today. 

Once you enter the snack bar, you grab another mug from the cabinets above the counter and place it under the coffee machine. You open the cabinets right by the ones that contained the mugs and grab a bag of ground French roast, pulling it out and putting it on the counter. 

You open it up and find that there’s conveniently already a small cup in there to scoop the coffee grounds up, and use your free hand to grab a new coffee filter from the same cabinets you got the coffee grounds from, swiftly putting it into the machine. 

You use your other hand to scoop up some coffee grounds and put them into the filter, closing the top of the coffee machine afterwards and turning on the machine. You’re grateful there’s more options listed on the small digital screen that lights up on the machine than just plain black coffee, not really in the mood to try and steam milk right now.

You tap on the ‘latte’ option and watch as the screen changes and hear the coffee machine start to whir. 

As it does that, you put away the coffee grounds and open up the cabinets that contained mugs once again, pulling out a small espresso glass and setting it onto the counter.

You wait patiently for the coffee to brew, and once you hear the small beep sound from the machine that signals that it’s done, you pull away the steaming hot coffee and set it down right next to the coffee machine. 

You quickly put the espresso glass under the machine and start it up again, this time tapping the ‘espresso shot’ option—surprised that’s even an option, honestly—and hearing the familiar whirring noise start up again. It doesn’t take nearly as long as brewing the latte did, the small beep coming much sooner than it did just a minute or two earlier, and you pull away the small espresso glass from the machine almost immediately after you hear it. 

You pause for a moment, looking at how much the latte part had filled up the mug, and look around for a moment before opening up the same drawer that contains the eating utensils and grabbing a straw, putting the straw in the still hot latte—is that a good idea? No. Did you do it anyway because you physically can’t think before you act? Absolutely—and taking a long sip of it.

You pull the straw out once the liquid in the mug is at a good inch below the brim and then pour in the espresso shot, setting the glass down after you do so.

You look around for a second for a trash bin and find one just a few steps away from you, quickly throwing out the straw you’d used and then walking back over to the empty espresso glass, picking it up and setting it down by the sink. God forbid we get a dishwasher in here or something, You think absentmindedly as you pick up the mug and carefully walk out of the snack bar with it, Would it hurt to at least get some dish soap in here or something? 

You make it out of the snack bar without burning your fingers and start the much longer walk to Soap’s sleeping quarters. You’d caught him walking out of his office in that direction earlier, so you can only assume that he’d gone there. 

Once you make it there, you knock on the door a few times and wait for Soap to call out to you and allow you to come in before twisting the door knob and opening the door. He’s laying on his back on his bed, thumb paused on his phone screen as he looks over at you as you enter. He notices the coffee and sits up a bit, grunting as he does. 

He wasn’t really as talkative after long missions like the one you’d all been on earlier—usually it took him a day or two to be more social and back to himself, so you didn’t take much offense to him not greeting you as loudly as he usually did. 

He nods at the coffee, “Is that for me?” 

“Mhm,” You hum, handing him the mug, “Be careful, it’s hot.” 

“Got it,” Soap carefully takes the mug into his hands, and softly blows on it before looking at you again and grinning at you, “Weel, thank ye for this. Ye really didnae hae tae.” 

“Price actually said the same thing,” You muse, almost to yourself, before speaking a little louder, “No problem.”

“Oh did he?” Soap asks, raising an eyebrow, before his expression shifts and he feigns confusion, “Wait, how come he got a drink afore me?”

“Because his office was closer to the snack bar,” You explain, crossing your arms. 

“… Nae, it’s definitely ‘cause ye hate me,” Soap disagrees, shaking his head in mock disappointment, “And tae think I thought we were friends.” 

“It is no— you know what?” You begin to argue, before sighing and rolling your eyes, “I do hate you, and we were never friends, you ungrateful piece of shit.” 

Soap laughs, quieter than he usually does but it’s still a genuine laugh. He looks down at the coffee again and back at you, before saying, “Thank ye. Again.” 

“No problem,” You replied, walking back towards the door and opening it, walking out of Soap’s sleeping quarters and closing the door behind you. Now for Ghost. 

Ghost typically liked tea more than coffee, but you think that’s just the British in him talking. Realistically, you could give him either or, and he’d say a polite ‘thank you’ and move on.

From years of being apart of the 141, any preferences or additives he liked to put in his tea or coffee slowly dissipated and instead he just drank either one plain. Which should make the tasks you’ve forced yourself to do today easier, but knowing you, you just couldn’t take the easy route with this. 

You remember a conversation with him that happened several months ago where you had been talking about your own tea and coffee preferences. Ghost had commented that he didn’t often put any additives in his own hot drinks anymore, but back before he’d joined the military, he liked to drink keemun tea occasionally with nutmeg in it. 

Keemun tea—which was fucking expensive by the way, costing around sixteen pounds for twenty tea bags in every store you could find them in—wasn’t too hard to find, so the next time you went on leave after that conversation, you’d bought a box of bags of keemun tea leaves and some ground nutmeg. 

You didn’t let Ghost know about it, and kind of forgot about it just a week after you bought it, but now the memory of you buying it and storing it in the snack bar behind a few other boxes of tea bags has resurfaced and it’s the only thing you think is appropriate to give Ghost at a time like this. 

You get back to the snack bar and almost robotically you pull a mug out from the cabinets above the counter and set it down on said counter, deciding to grab another one just so that you wouldn’t have to do it later, and setting that one down right next to the other. You open the cabinet beside that and move some of the boxes out of the way to find the keemun tea box in the very back, right where you last left it. 

You snatch it out of the cabinet and open it, pulling out a small packet and opening it up to pull out the tea bag inside. You go ahead and put the tea bag inside of the mug and put the tea box back in the cabinet, closing the small cabinet door afterwards.

You then grab the electric kettle that’s right by the sink and pop open the lid, putting it under the faucet and turning said faucet on, waiting until the water fills a quarter of the kettle. Once it does, you turn off the faucet and put the kettle down right by the outlet on the wall. 

You put the lid down and wait for it to click into place before you plug the kettle into the outlet and press the small button below the handle to turn it on, and listen as it starts to make a small whirring noise. You don’t waste too much time just standing there, waiting for the water to finish boiling, instead putting the other mug you’d pulled out from the cabinets under the coffee machine and turning it on. 

You tap on the ‘decaf flat white’ option and watch the digital screen change and another whirring sound starts up, now coming from the coffee machine.

You were starting to make Gaz’s while making Ghost’s drink because Gaz often made the mistake of drinking his coffee before it was cool enough to not burn his tongue, so if you made it earlier, it’d have more time to cool, and Gaz wouldn’t have to wait as long before drinking it, therefore solving the whole ‘burning-his-tongue-because-he’s-impatient’ problem he has. 

Gaz liked simple flat whites, and sure, he liked tea too, but nothing could top a good flat white for him. He’d get them anywhere and everywhere he can, and you honestly admire his dedication to getting a flat white everywhere he goes. 

The coffee machine finished up quickly, a small beep sounding from the machine as it stopped its whirring and a few more drops of coffee made it into the mug before it completely stopped. You pull the mug out from under the machine and set it aside for now, just waiting for the water to finish boiling in the kettle. 

Once the kettle clicks and the whirring from that machine stops, you unplug it and pour some water into the empty mug you’d picked out for Ghost, waiting until it’s filled up about a half inch below the brim of the mug before taking the kettle away from the mug and pouring the rest of the unused water into the sink. 

You set the kettle down beside the coffee machine where it belongs and check the drawer below the one that held the eating utensils, looking through some of the spices and drink additives in it before finally finding the ground nutmeg you needed. 

You unscrew the cap and tilt the small spice jar over the mug, letting some of the powder spill into the mug before tilting it back and screwing the cap back on. You put it back in its spot and close that drawer, now opening the drawer above it and grabbing a small spoon, closing that one after you’ve grabbed the spoon and putting the spoon into the mug to mix the spices in it around a bit. 

You leave Gaz’s mug on the counter, hoping that nobody steals it while you’re away, and instead pick up the mug meant for Ghost, carefully walking out of the snack bar with it. 

Ghost’s office is fairly far away, but you still manage to get there without burning your fingers or anything on the mug. You knock on the door a few times and wait for Ghost to call out permission for you to come in before you open the door and walk in. 

Ghost immediately looks over at you and spots the mug in your hand, but ignores it for now, instead opting to ask, “Did you need something, [c/n]?” 

“Not really,” You shrugged the best you could while holding scalding hot tea, “Just needed to give you this.” 

You set the mug down on Ghost’s desk before he can say another word, and watch as he eyes the mug with curiosity and confusion. 

“What’s this?” He asks, carefully picking up the mug, holding the top up to his nose to smell it. Before you can answer his question, you see his eyes widen and he questions a little louder, “Is this… keemun? With nutmeg?” 

“You can tell just from the smell?” You ask, mildly impressed, watching as Ghost’s gaze turns into one more in awe of the mug. 

“Yes, I can,” He mumbles, smelling the brim of the mug again, before looking over at you, “How did you know I liked keemun with nutmeg in it?” 

“You told me about it, like, a few months ago. Six months ago, maybe? I dunno.” 

“How do you remember a conversation from six months ago?”

“It was an important conversation, I guess?” You shrug, crossing your arms. 

You watch in silence as Ghost eyes the tea and you take that as your sign to leave, walking towards the door, stopping right in front of it to twist the knob to open it before you’re interrupted by Ghost. 

“Wait—” You turn your head and look at him over your shoulder, and immediately upon seeing his face, you think, oh my God is he tearing up? “Thank you, [c/n]. I really appreciate it.” 

You offer a small smile and reply, “Yeah, no problem. Enjoy your tea.” 

You open the door without another word and close it behind you, taking a deep breath before continuing down the hall back to the snack bar. 

You’re relieved when you get there and see the mug, still steaming a bit, still on the counter. You quickly walk over to it and pick it up, walking right back out the door with it and heading straight for Gaz’s sleeping quarters. You remember him being so tired from the mission—you don’t know whether to hope he’s asleep and getting some rest, or to hope that he’s awake so you can properly hand him his coffee. 

Once you make it to his sleeping quarters, you knock on the door, and there’s no response for a few moments, making you think he might actually be asleep, but then you hear Gaz’s drowsy voice call out, “You can come in!” 

You open the door and see him rubbing the sleep from his eyes and sitting up on his bed, looking over at you. His lips twitch up into a small smile once he sees you and he lets his hand drop into his lap. 

“Hey, [c/n].” He looks over at the mug you’ve brought with you, before raising an eyebrow, “You brought something for me?” 

“Very bold of you to assume it’s for you,” You close the door behind you and walk closer to him, “But yes, it is.” 

Gaz perks up a bit at that and happily takes the mug off of your hands once you hand it to him, and his smile grows significantly bigger once he sees you’ve brought him a flat white. 

“It’s decaf, don’t worry,” You say, as if reading his mind, “I figured you’d still want some sleep after drinking it.” 

“Always so considerate,” Gaz sighs teasingly, raising the mug to his lips like you’d thought he would. Thankfully, his tongue doesn’t burn this time after he sips the coffee, and you let out a small sigh of relief at the fact. 

“You know me,” You respond dryly, crossing your arms as you watch Gaz take a few more sips of the coffee. 

“Thank you for this, by the way,” Gaz thanks you, taking another sip of the coffee before stating, “I hope you know you’re my favorite now.” 

“Your favorite what?” 

“Just my favorite, in general,” Gaz hums, “This is the best flat white I’ve ever drunk. Ten out of ten.” 

“Thanks,” You thank him flatly, “It was made with love and a coffee machine I learned how to use yesterday.” 

“I can just taste the love in it.” 

“Not the coffee machine?”

“Well, it’s a bit concerning if someone can taste the coffee machine in their coffee, innit?” Gaz raises an eyebrow at you before taking another sip of his coffee. 

“Not if it’s the one I used.” 

“Whatever you say,” Gaz mutters, taking yet another sip of his coffee, making you huff out a small laugh. 

“You enjoy your coffee,” You say before walking back over to the door, closing the door behind you as you walk out and letting out a tired breath, starting to head back to your own sleeping quarters.

[serxinns]

heya can you do a Yandere mha class1a x sheep reader🐑

They would instantly DIE

• if you're a touch-starved person then this is the class for you cause they won't keep their hands off that lovely fluffy hair or even accidentally touch your tail they love how your tail is just so small and floofy and if you tell them to stop they'll restrain themselves a bit to respect your boundaries but don't be surprised when they start doing it again.

•Lots.of.cuddles like tons of it and they suffocate the dekusquad group cuddlings are basically free for everyone's going to what body they wanna cuddle with ochako on your waist, izuku and shoto on each on your legs, Tsuyu nuzzling on your cheek, and Iida fidgeting in your hair just be glad they aren't loud snores you just had to hear their constant sleep talking about how much they love and cherish you and won't ever let them go, and if you do get overheated that's ok! Cause Shoto will chill his body a bit and nuzzle into you problem-solve!

•The bakusquad is a whole other level of suffocating they're a cuddling PILE which means one's on top of another and it's the constant moving and twitching they do especially Katsuki and Kirishima their hands are always accidentally meeting with your face or their leg laying on your waist Mina laying on top of you using it as some sort of pillow or if you're a small spoon you're laying on top of her sero arms around your neck and Denki just whatever he wants to lay, your thighs, your butt, your boob, this dude has no shame like actually no shame and if you're ever uncomfortable he'll makes excuses

They admire your fighting skills which is ramming you and they class all fight to spar or even just want to be your partner so they can baby you but you and Kirishima are literal sparing buddies the ideal match you should say, you would try out new ramming moves on him like rubbing towards him in duper speed or jumping and flipping off the walls like a bouncy ball to gain as much force to ram as hard as you can at him to the point you made him create a debt in the ground, while he practices his durability by letting you ram into him it's a win-win for the two of you!

I can also see you having the same vocabulary as Tsuyu when she says kero at the start and end; instead,, you say baa! Or mee, which everyone else finds cute, but we'll get to that later; you are always her go-to when she wants to hibernate. Your cozy, soft body hair, which has the warmth of a wooly blanket, makes her pass out immediately like it's not even a Joke anymore

tsuyu is more on the decent side of your crazy obsessive classmates but she has her tendencies like stealing your warm wooly clothes when it's winter or always touching your cozy soft hair you're just too soft she can't resist and it always makes the class jealous and envy but she didn't care

And the two of you also do this thing lemme show u

Y/n: baaa

Tsuyu: Kero

Y/n: baaa

Tsuyu: kero

Tokoyami: squawk

Random Student: what are they doi-

Class 1a: shhh *says while holding a video recorder*

Koda, on the other hand, now has a fixation on sheep. He literally has a sheep wallpaper on his phone, and learning about what sheep hybrids eat and can't eat's adorable, honestly, cause he'll go up to Sato and kindly ask if they could make some healthy treats for you!

Katsuki is the definition of a tsundere who would make fun of you every chance that he can get to the class's Dismay but also secretly sneak in your favorite snacks anonymously and whenever you complain about your pants not having a hole on the back to fit your tail he sneaks in your room and either cut holes so your tail can fit in it or convince his mom to make clothes fit just and only for you as a way of affection!

The girls would decorate your horns by putting jewelry around it(hakagure) or cute little horn warmers (made by Momo) when it's winter!

The boys (mostly denki ) would tug at your horns Aoyama would decorate your horns as well and at 1st would try and feed you alternate snacks other than cheese when he realized that you couldn't eat cheese

On Valentine's, the girls would send a BUNCH of yummy snacks presents and things you would like

And on a white day the boys do their own thing like Shoto giving you an expensive horn necklace or Iida gifting you your favorite book izuku and Yokoyama may not be able to give you expensive gifts like Katsuki Shoto and Iida but his poems are the most creative and beautiful denki would give you a drawing o you by the help of mineta

They all love and cherish their sheep darling just be sure to play your cards right cause the moment they see you in bad shape by someone or something they'll go to extreme lengths to get rid of that obstacle legally or not

[pettypuppy-jonghyun]

That's Not Your Food, Woo

Summary: bf!Wooyoung is known for stealing your food, but this time he got caught Notes: pure fluff as I'm in my Woo era again 😩 1028 words (how tf did I write two woo fics with the same amount of words???)

A gasp resounded in the room, silence following quickly after. You stood at the entrance of the kitchen, staring directly at the man sitting at the island bar, his form hunched over. Even with his back facing you, you knew what he was doing. The aroma of your favorite snack filled the air.

"It's not what it looks like," Wooyoung mumbles through a mouth full of food, quickly shoving the container behind a roll of paper towels.

You threw your bag on the marble counter, rounding to the other side to catch him in the act. "It's exactly what it looks like!" You pointed an accusatory finger towards him. "You're eating my ramen!"

He wiped his mouth to hide the evidence. "Baby, let me explain-"

You shook your head. "There are no words to defend yourself. I see the seasoning packet by your hands. You can't lie to me."

Wooyoung glanced to his side, finally noticing the torn packet you mentioned and reaching to crumble it in his hand. "I was going to replace it," he confesses, sparing at glance your way. "I swear."

Sighing heavily, you leaned against the counter with both arms. "I should have never given you the key to my apartment."

The love of your life could only sit there, guilty. There he was, eating the last container of your favorite ramen noodles, when that's what you were craving all day. You were devastated to say the least. He had been gone for a few weeks on tour, only to come back and eat your food while you worked.

Wooyoung couldn't help the small smile that grew on his lips as he watched you. Slowly, he stood up to walk around the counter, coming up behind you to give you a massage as an apology. "Hey, I can go to the store and grab some more. Alright? I'm sorry, my love."

You tried to hold the serious and upset facade, but his massage was breaking your composure. "You promised you'd pick up my favorite chips before you left for Japan a month ago and I'm still waiting on those."

He giggled lightly, resting his chin on your shoulder to press his nose to your cheek, giving it a peck. "Okay fine, I'm guilty of not replacing your foods right away. But I'm on break for awhile before our next tour stop. Lemme make it up to you."

You turned to glance at him, raising an eyebrow. "By doing what?"

He smirked, reaching his arms around your waist and tugging you closer. "Oh, I can think of a few things."

Yanking yourself free from his tight grasp, you immediately put distance between you two and pointed a finger at him once again. "No! None of that mushy gushy nonsense. You owe me food! Love doesn't put food on the table, Jung Wooyoung."

His laughter bubbled out of him, watching you move further back with each step closer he took. "That's okay, I have money for the food. I can always go to the store, but right now? I need to make you forgive me."

You tried hard to fight a smile as you found yourself backed into the pantry door, raising your arms as if to stop the man from getting to you. "You know, I've decided you've repented enough. N-no need to repay me anymore. I forgive you."

"How noble," he bemused, suddenly in front of you. His hands grabbed your own, pushing them out of the way as he moved forward, now only inches away.

You started to giggle as he leaned into your face, a huge grin on his face mirroring your own. You attempted to push him away but with as little force as possible. He stood absolutely still against your tries, still inching closer instead. You were cornered with nowhere to run.

You shrunk against the pantry, turning your head to the side as you prepared for a kiss attack. You've suffered from the wet, forceful kisses many of times to know what you were in for. Your hands were trapped beneath his own. What you didn't expect was for him to release one arm, his hand reaching up to grip your chin to turn you enough so you looked at him again.

The mood suddenly shifted with that one movement. His gaze landed on your lips, far more sultry than you anticipated. Your breathing became haggard as you watched him watching you. It was silent aside from your heart beating uncontrollably loud.

"I've missed you," he whispered lowly, a bit of sadness flashing across his eyes briefly.

You hadn't the chance to respond. He immediately pressed his lips against your own, kissing you deeply. Shifting so you were comfortable, he released your other hand to grip your waist and pull you against him. You sighed against his lips, feeling the sweetness in the kiss you missed so dearly. It was all you needed to succumb to him.

He changed directions, dipping his hand passed your ear and into your hair, gripping the back of your neck so you pushed even further into the kiss. The kisses were long and drawn out, soft noises filling your ears. You wanted nothing more than to continue feeling his soft lips, bringing you absolute comfort and sense of security. Your eyes were clenched tightly shut as you tried to enjoy every second of his affection.

When he pulled back, that mischievous smirk was back. "Am I forgiven?"

You barely had enough breath in you to counter his comment. "Fine," you bit, rolling your eyes.

He chuckled at your reluctancy, wrapping his arms tightly around your shoulders and squeezing you. "I love you." You hummed a response as he nuzzled his head on the side of yours. "Say it back."

"I love you too," you mumbled.

You could tell he was enjoying every second of that torture. You finally wrapped your arms around him as well, giving him a firm squeeze. The feeling of his warm cheek pressed against your own made you sigh in comfort and delight. The light of your life was in your arms once again, right where he belonged.

[thequeenofcupps]

LARRY JOHNSON GENERAL HCS

A/N: @desire4575 requested this and I hope you enjoy!

CW: mention of zaza, getting 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 and that’s all!

♫ we all know this mf smokes a lil zaza so sometimes you like to come over and get high with him and watch movies and pig out on snacks

♫ when you go over to his apartment his mom’s literally the sweetest woman alive she’s asking if you’ve eaten anything yet, how school was and asks if you wanna stay over for dinner. Larry’s a lil embarrassed ngl but he’s glad that his gf and his mom get along well

♫ he usually lets you sleep over (sometimes yall get a lil 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 when Henry and Lisa are out on a date or something ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)

♫sal likes you a lot not like crushing on you but thinks of you as an older sister/sibling so Larry usually lets Sal hang out with both of you

♫ he introduces you to some metal or more sanity falls songs and you introduce him to your type of music and y’all just make a mix tape made of genres you both like and play that on date nights

♫you guys also paint each other’s nails but you have to put a protective layer on cuz he picks at his nails

♫you guys sometimes do spa days like face masks, skincare, nail painting and such but it’s rare cuz he’s a lil lazy to do skincare so you usually force him to enjoy it

♫you and the gang go to the lake sometimes and sometimes you sit on your towel and read but Larry being Larry decides to lay on you… wet

I hope that wasn’t your favorite book cuz it’s ruined now

♫you have play fights like pillow fights, arm wrestling fights, and just playful wrestling but that fucker hit you so hard with his FUCKING PILLOW THAT HE BLOWS ZAZA SMOKE INTO and you passed out for like 5 minutes. Yeah maybe no more pillow fights for a while… but don’t worry you made him pay! 😚

♫he genuinely loves you so much he’d blow up if something happened to you :c

♫ also he steals your bras and wears them if ur taking a shower

(Also make his ass wash that stank ass pillow cuz that’s nasty asf)

A/N: I’m really sorry if this is short I haven’t played the game all the way yet but I hope you enjoy 😭

[eladandan]

Jungwon as your boyfriend 

pairing Jungwon x reader! genre fluff warnings not proofread word count 0.7k

Jungwon lives by stealing your clothes. He loves that they have your smell, and he usually wears them whenever you are away from him. For him, it is like taking a piece of you in him. 

This man somehow knows everything about you, including your needs and wants. For example, whenever you go out, Jungwon knows he needs to bring a bottle of water and snacks because you get hungry or thirsty. He also probably knows you better than you do. You would go to a restaurant thinking of ordering something, and he would go and say something like: 

“ I know you won’t like it, I just know, TRUST ME”. 

You would not trust what he said at first, so you would order the dish. Jungwon knew he was right because of the funny face you made after taking the first bite. 

Jungwon has your go-to beverage memorized like the back of his hand.

He knows when you are running out of your favorite candies before you even notice, so he would go and buy them before you are left without candies.

Communication is KEY to him.

He will call you day and night just to see how you are and to catch up, even if you just saw each other an hour ago.

He will also text you the most random thing ever just so that he can talk to you. He will also spam you with random selfies throughout the day.

Jungwon would also answer you within 5 minutes after you sent a message. It does not matter if it is 3 am. He would somehow be awake. 

Something that he hates is arguing, so he always makes sure to express how he feels without hurting your feelings. He would also appreciate it whenever you give him feedback to improve both himself and the relationship. All this together makes arguments vague in your relationship + in the rare situation of a fight, he would not let you guys sleep if you are both angry at each other.

He has the most embarrassing picture of you as his wallpaper, and he would have a Polaroid of the two of you on his phone case. You would ask him MULTIPLE times to change his wallpaper, but he would decline each time simply because he does not think you look bad, he thinks you look so adorable + he likes to annoy you with that picture.

He is both into outdoor and indoor dates. He loves to cuddle with you and eat good food as much as he likes going out and spending time with you. 

Talking about dates… Jungwon is the most creative partner ever. He would take you to go and do some pottery, take dance lessons (ofc he would be your teacher), go to a dog café, etc. He would take you to the most unexpected places sometimes.

Jungwon is someone who does not come into play when it comes to your relationship.

He dates to marry and makes sure he dedicates enough time to you.

He probably has a calendar with days marked as “Y/N’S DAY!!!”. He just loves to make you feel loved and seen. He also probably has a dedicated part of the day for you because he always says he has to take a daily dose of you. Otherwise, he will die of a broken heart. 

Jungwon is not a fan of pet names. He would call you rat face or something really stupid, and he would probably have your number saved as “my little dumb dumb <3”. 

He loves taking care of you. If you arrive home late and tired, he prepares a hot bath for you to relax as well as hot tea, and if you cannot even remove your makeup, he cleans your face with makeup remover wipes. Also, if you had a busy week, he would book and pay for a spa appointment, even if you did not ask for one. 

He is playful and goofy as well. While walking, he will try to make you fall by sticking his foot between your legs. He also likes to make you trip by making your knees bend, and just after, he will run away so you don’t take revenge by pocking his dimple.

Dating Jungwon is like dating your best friend because he would be your best friend!

Author's note: Heyyyy guys!! I know I have been missing for like a year or something 😭 but this year was HARD. I promise I read all of your requests and I will try to write them as soon as possible. By the way, this was requested by two anonymous readers, and with that said I hope y’all enjoy this post <333. Take care my loves and do not forget to eat your meals and stay hydrated! Feel free to dm me for any request and comment, like, or repost if you enjoyed it!

-Love Ela

[ididntseeurbag]

water fight

pairing: jay x idol!fem!reader

genre: fluff, friends to lovers (?)

warnings: mentions of food, kissing, playing with water

in which reader and jay cook together, but get a little sidetracked

a/n: hi! i hope you enjoy this jay imagine i wrote a while ago :) i love writing domestic things and will probably do more in the future with him or other idols <3 also can you tell i love writing about idol!reader lmaoo

the meat aisle inside the convenience store was quite cold, and y/n trembled slightly at the low temperature as she looked for some meat cuts for the dinner she and jay were making back at the boys’ dorms to celebrate their anniversary as a group alongside y/n’s group. as their members rested, the two got in charge of choosing and making the food, since they were their groups’ respective chefs. most times, the members would’ve completely starved for hours hadn’t it been for their cooking skills.

as y/n finally chose the cuts, she looked at jay, who was picking some fish cakes from a self. “we’re making kimchi and potato pancakes too, right?” she asked.

“yeah,” jay answered, nodding towards her as he scanned the different flours in search of one to make the pancake mix. “i'll go get the ingredients for that and you search for tteokbokki.”

“okay, meet you at the register when you’re done,” y/n told him, and they both parted ways.

soon, they reunited. jay noticed y/n had a bit too much than he thought they needed, so he called her out. “y/n, that’s more than just ingredients,” jay observed, giving her a pointed look.

“i got a bit sidetracked,” the girl chuckled. “i saw snacks that the members liked and i had to get them,” being the leader came with being very observant, and y/n had mentally kept notes on her members’ favourite snacks, so she thought she’d surprise them with the food.

jay looked confused at her words. “but i’m paying?”

“exactly.”

the boy only sighed at her determined expression, but paid for everything nonetheless, being physically unable to say no to her. after putting everything in the bags, they quickly went back to the house to start preparing.

as she entered enhypen’s home, y/n struggled to keep the groceries in her hand as she tried to take off her jacket and shoes. upon noticing, jay quickly took her bags and placed them on the floor before standing in front of her and taking of her thick scarf slowly, smiling at her reddened cheeks because of the cold. “cute,” he mumbled under his breath, but quickly played it cool and avoided her gaze as he set the scarf on one of the coat racks and grabbed one of the bags with the food, walking to the kitchen and avoiding jungwon’s gaze that had seen the whole scene. jay knew he’d get teased eventually, but he tried to stall it for as long as possible.

“here,” y/n said, tossing different snacks to her girls as she passed by the living room, knowing the boys would end up stealing some.

“thanks!” georgie, one of the members, smiled. “did jay pay?”

“of course,” the leader smirked proudly. “also, we’re making kimchi and potato pancakes and tteokbokki along with the meat, is that alright?”

the chorus of “yes” y/n got brought a grin to her face. both her and jay didn’t consult the others before buying the ingredients, but they knew well enough that most of them were craving the plates they were going to prepare.

the two designated cooks started taking the food out of the bags and neatly placed the stuff they needed on the kitchen counter. even as they did simple things like preparing the ingredients and utensils, jay and y/n always worked together well in the kitchen. they helped each other when needed and also gave each other enough space to do their own individual tasks. they had an unspoken language that only they seemed to understand, and it never failed to amaze their members.

after all the things they needed were spread out, the pair shared a look and nodded at the same time, knowing what they had to do next.

“guys!” jay called out. “come get everything to set the table while we start cooking!”

following jay’s command, everyone went to the kitchen quite quickly, so the table was set fast, and they all went back to their activities, meaning the cooks were left alone in the kitchen once more.

as usual, y/n turned on her speaker and put her cooking playlist on (yes, she made a cooking playlist out of the songs that both her and jay liked). most of the time they were silent or singing along to the songs (either softly or at the top of their lungs, there was no in between), but sometimes they engaged in some small conversation about random stuff that happened or that they saw in the company, creating a comfortable and careless atmosphere. y/n loved cooking with jay for that reason, since he never pressured her into conversation or made her feel any sort of pressure. they just shared a space and sort of existed together as they expressed their care for their members through their actions.

although they usually made it look like they hated cooking for so many people, the pair actually loved it, for it one of their main love languages was doing acts of service through making food for their closest friends. they also enjoyed spending time in the kitchen, since it relaxed them and took their thoughts away for a while, the only worry being if the others would like the food (which they always did, much to y/n and jay’s content). even if it had been really hard work for the two on a few occasions, it was still worth it when they saw everyone’s happy faces as they tried the food. plus, they both took any opportunity to hang out together without anyone else in the room, but they wouldn’t admit that out loud just yet.

while they waited for the tteokbokki sauce to reduce a bit, they made the pancakes so they stayed warm until they took all the food to the table. they swiftly cooked them all and stacked them in two plates, their hands slightly greasy from the oil they used.

“let’s wash our hands and then plate the tteokbokki,” suggested y/n.

“good thinking,” the boy agreed. “we don’t want the pan to slip out as we lift it.”

somehow, they both thought it was a great idea to wash their hands at the same time in the kitchen sink, so they had to be really close to each other, their arms touching in order to fit the four hands in the small space. y/n laughed both at the silliness of it all and at the fact that she was in very close quarters with the boy she had ended developing feelings for. it wasn’t intentional at all from her side, they started as great friends and, suddenly, one day, after a few moments where she doubted her stance towards jay, she realised she didn’t want to just be her friend anymore. still, she remained silent about it, not really knowing how to break the news yet.

noticing the sudden proximity, jay took it as an opportunity to playfully annoy the girl. he first put his hands on top of hers, not letting her wash the soap off since he was blocking the water from falling. rolling her eyes, she put her hands over his and finished washing them. unsatisfied with the prior strategy’s results, jay then decided to grab some water, shaping his hands like a bowl, and splashing her face.

“park jongseong!” y/n gasped, the top of her hair fully soaked. “oh, you’re going to regret doing this,” as soon as she said that, she copied the boy’s actions and chased him around the kitchen island until she managed to corner him and poured the water over him, making his hair wet as well. “now we’re even,” she laughed at the sight of his hair drooped down because of the water’s weight. even then, he looked handsome, and y/n’s heart skipped a beat upon seeing him like that.

“everything okay?!” jungwon asked from the living room, since some of them heard a bit of a commotion.

the cooks laughed, taking in their messy appearances, water dropping down their heads into their faces and clothes. “yes!” y/n shouted back, directing her gaze to the door so jungwon could hear her well. “everything’s,” she turned to jay once again, who was looking at her intently. “…fine,” she murmured, fully aware of his gaze. his hooded eyes bore into hers, then moved around to look at her facial features wordlessly. the silence was making y/n anxious, since she didn’t really know what to take from the situation, but still she remained there, in front of him, caged by his presence alone.

the boy still said nothing, choosing to lift his hand instead and bringing it close to the girl’s face. she slightly flinched at first, more as a reflex than anything else, since she knew he wouldn’t harm her in any way, although his next actions did shock her. he slowly moved his hand to fix the wet hair that stuck to her forehead, sweetly tucking one of the strands behind her ear.

y/n’s insides churned at the action, thousands of butterflies swarming around relentlessly, even as she tried to stop them, but to no avail. his actions flustered her, and jay seemed to notice that, for he softly smiled at her, the right corner of his mouth lifting slightly higher than the left as he let out a quiet chuckle, the sound of it being muffled by the music still playing out of the girl’s speaker.

suddenly, something got over jay and it made him want to act without a second thought. seeing that y/n didn’t look particularly uncomfortable but more so startled, even with the position they were in, he proceeded. he started closing the little space that was left between them, and y/n’s eyes widened slightly.

“what are you doing?” she whispered, only loud enough for him to hear.

jay looked at her lips, then back at her eyes. “i’m going to kiss you now,” he stated matter-of-factly as he moved his hand toward the back of her neck. “can i?” he searched for her consent and, upon seeing her nod slightly, he proceeded, meeting his lips with hers. he kissed her gently, afraid that she would crumble under him, and y/n almost did, had it not been for jay’s free hand resting comfortably on her waist and keeping her up.

y/n wasn’t really thinking as she kissed the boy back, enjoying the way his hands rested on her body, so gently and radiating such warmth that she felt she’d still feel their weight even after he would let her go. his fingers traced random patterns on the little skin that showed from the crop top she was wearing. she then lifted one hand to his chest, and moved the other to his hair, softly tugging at it from time to time, making the boy kiss her with a bit more force when she did so.

at some point, he ended up grabbing her hips with both hands and lifting her up onto the kitchen counter, letting her legs wrap around his waist as he kept kissing her, moving from her mouth to her cheeks and neck before going back up to her lips. jay knew that, after having had a taste of her, he’d be going back again and again, no matter the consequences. she was addicting, and he was fully willing to get entirely consumed by her. no other thing could make him feel like she did during that moment and every other second he spent with her. he was completely entranced by her being, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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