#fluff brew

[smolbean12]

Dating Headcanons

Jujutsu Kaisen

Nobara and Maki's here

Itadori and Megumi's here

Sukuna and Naoya's here

☆ Gojo Satoru ☆

First of all, all the best. You really need it.

He's a menace.

Will wake you up at 3am and ask you stuff like "Do you think bugs will take over the world someday? They're tiny but I'm really scared of them."

"Satoru what the actual fu-?"

He would mostly only date someone if he was 100% sure that they could protect themselves or if he could be there for them.

But if he did start liking someone seriously, he would not cheat. He has found the one and there is no reason to drive them away.

He acts happy and carefree in front of others but in front of his lover he crumbles.

He's able to be weak for once and cry and cry and cry. please hug him, he deserves it.

Sometimes he gets really whiny and cuddly and won't let you go even if you both cuddled for the whole day.

"I got you some souvenirs from my mission!"

You take him to meet your parents and he manspreads the entire couch. So, your dad has to bring a chair from the dining table and sit on it. Asks your dad stupid questions to annoy him. "Why can't we just print more money?" everyone pretends not to notice the TV remote chucked at him

Flirts with your grandma. She loves him.

Eats the dessert your mom made and only the dessert. Your dad has to warn him about diabetes. i wonder if he has a lot of cavities

Your mom and grandma really love him but your dad hates his guts.

He's just a 6'3 tall babie who likes sweets and you :)

☆ Geto Suguru ☆

When I tell you this man is boyfriend, husband and baby daddy material.

He is THE man. The only man ever. gojo you lucky lucky man

Treats you SO WELL that you start thinking he's imaginary 'cause no way anybody is THIS perfect.

This is the Geto Suguru before defecting btw.

Never forgets any of the important dates like your birthday, your mom's birthday etc etc

"Hey, isn't it your second cousin's dog's birthday today?"

Lots of friendly banter. He looooves giving you silly little nicknames. He looks at you lovingly and goes, "My little tolerable monkey" jkjk

He's a human heater. Always warm no matter the weather. You wouldn't even need a blanket when you sleep next to him. He will put his arm and leg around you and snuggle his face in your hair.

You weren't scared at all to introduce him to your parents. He instantly becomes your family's favorite and they forget about you and keep Geto forever :(

Helps your mom in cooking dinner, setting the table and washing the dishes. Helps your dad to fix the light bulb and engages him in deep conversations.

Helps you wash your hair when you're feeling too tired. Will also cook you your favorite food and try to cheer you up.

Sometimes he gets really angry during arguments but he always makes sure to think things over and apologize if he said something hurtful to you. He makes sure the issue is solved and that the both of you are happy.

The best boyfriend to ever boyfriend. except he became evil and died

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Work by: @smolbean12

[joonipertree]

part 2!

Pro-racer Mikey that needs to do photoshoots and commercials every once in a while because he's famous and has a pretty face

He's put into his tracksuit or into lavish clothes to pose for the masses and a lot of people realise that Mikey has a presence on the camera that's unshakeable

And so....they decide to have him model for a photoshoot with one of the biggest models of the industry. Which works!! It's fine

They're just pictures.

But then the model posts a selfie of Mikey and her. and she says nothing but puts a heart in the caption.

And the speculations run WILD

Comments upon comments of shipping them together, calling them a power couple.

And you sit there, stuck in a doom scroll as you see one tweet after the other. You stare at your boyfriend, black hair neatly kept and smile wide like it always was, and you see the pretty girl.

And within seconds, you feel stupid for feeling insecure because Mikey had literally spent all morning peppering you in kisses, it was IMPOSSIBLE to pry him off even though he had a shoot and Draken had to come haul his ass up and out the door.

The man had texted you complaining how the food was blegh and how he missed your face.

There's no reason to be jealous.

So you turned off your phone and when Mikey came home, exhausted but very happy to see you....you let him smother you in kisses.

And it's forgotten

Until an unofficial bonus picture was released, on the magazine's Instagram page.

Him and the model, her leaning down as he sits on a chair...his hand wrapped around her wrist while their faces are inches close to each other.

It took three seconds to switch your phone off, throw it away and break down sobbing with whatever rational thought you had leaving your head.

You didn't need to read the comments to know what they were saying. You didn't need to wait until your friend's message you to ask if you're okay, out of pity. You didn't need his friends to call you in defense of him. You didn't need him to realise what had happened.

It was all a PR stunt so why would he even need to apologize. It was just a picture. Two people who were attractive being in close proximity to each other, being ogled by millions...being perceived as perfect for each other. As 'pleasing to the eye'

Now, Mikey was filming a commercial when this happened. He'd been chatting with the co-star while the cameras rolled when he noticed Ken-chin whisper into his phone.

The man looked annoyed, ready to argue but going rigid before sighing.

With a whisper to the director, everything paused as Ken waved his phone and said it was for Mikey. That it was Emma.

There was immediate panic because there's no way it wouldn't be an emergency. And he was right, his eyes widened and body grew stiff in seconds hearing his sister berate him.

For being a bastard, for breaking your heart like that.

She demanded he fixed it and when he was about to ask what was going on.....Draken shoved another phone into Mikeys hand...the instagram page of the magazine opened.

Oh. Fuck no

"I'm leaving." Mikey yelled out, startling everyone in the room, his years of being a gang leader coming out.

"What do you mean---"

Draken blocked the director's view, hands behind his back as he went back into the position of the second in command.

"You heard him."

"He has a contract--"

"He doesn't give a fuck."

[zyxoxox]

> suguru geto, and how he was your instant source for melatonin. it didn’t matter how sleepless your nights were; the moment you’d lie down next to him, you’d fall asleep.

> suguru geto, and the way he’d gently lead you to his bed when you showed up at his door, in a daze, wrapped in a blanket. sleeplessness in your eyes, needing rest that wouldn’t come.

> suguru geto, whose arms you fit perfectly into as you lay next to him, whose body exuded such warmth it felt like a blanket, whose neck’s crook was just the right size for your face to nuzzle into.

> suguru geto, who would gently scratch your scalp when you still couldn’t sleep, even after being beside him. he’d then move onto massaging your temples, pressing on your shoulders, taking away knots you didn’t even know you had.

> suguru geto, who took long, deep breaths as he felt for your pulse against your neck, in the hopes of syncing your rapid one with his. he wouldn’t say a word, but he’d make his breaths elaborate, that you couldn’t help but know to follow.

> suguru geto, who lifted you into his arms as though you were a child, and paced the room holding you, gently rocking you while humming a soft lullaby. he would pace for as long as it took, sometimes falling asleep himself in the process.

> suguru geto, who covered your ears when thunder boomed outside, and closed your eyes when lightning flashed. his hold would tighten if you flinched, as though to remind you that he was there, and as long as he was, you were safe.

> suguru geto, who whispered words of comfort to you when you’d jolt awake from a nightmare. his hand would run your back, as if erasing the slate on which the wicked dream laid. “it’s alright, love, it wasn’t real.”

> suguru geto, who kissed your forehead when you finally fell asleep. he’d carefully wrap you in a blanket, softly gazing at you for a moment, so you’d be the last thing he’d see before ending his day and sleeping himself.

[penumbra-mayhem]

Tank’s wolf with Quinn vs. Sam (i.e. ‘hellhound’ vs ‘pup’)

(Inspired by my post and @lookitseddie’s post)

TW: domestic violence, general violence

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Quinn knows his ‘hellhound’ is dangerous, so he uses their loyalty as a leash. He decides when they shift and controls what they do when they shift.

Sometimes, his ‘hellhound’ is used as a guard dog, standing post behind Quinn so he appears intimidating or powerful to other vamps or potential business partners. One word or whistle from Quinn and his ‘hellhound’ will elicit bone-chilling growls that’ll quickly make anyone compliant to Quinn’s wishes.

Other times, his ‘hellhound’ is a fighting dog. He enters them into underground werewolf cage fights and rakes in money from their undefeated streak. Or he’ll use them as a weapon against anyone who dares to attack him.

Quinn always leaves them to lick their own wounds, never getting them a healer and certainly never healing them himself. He’s much quicker to hit than to heal—which he does when they “screw up”.

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Sam knows his ‘pup’ is scared. He lets them approach him, whenever they feel comfortable. There’s never a demand for them to shift.

With him, Sam’s ‘pup’ learns the joys of their wolf form. They stick their head out of Sam’s truck on late night drives, tongue streaming from their mouth like a ribbon. They run in the woods, sometimes with Sam, sometimes on their own. They lounge in the sun, then retreat inside and let Sam feel the sun’s warmth through their fur.

His ‘pup’ still fights, but it’s always their choice. And their fighting is different. They fight with a bit more reserve; they learn not to fling themself at everything with no regard for their own safety. Their wolf form is a shield, not a weapon, and they use it to protect those they love.

Sam tends to their wounds every time, with gentle hands and many kisses. He cleans the blood from their fur and the dirt from their eyes. And he never raises a hand against them. Never. Not his ‘pup’.

[be-ee]

| “She guessed my favourite colour on the first try”

۶ৎ Nurse Y/N x Rehab Scaramouche

Y/n snapped her fingers with a quick, triumphant gesture as she placed the tray of oatmeal carefully on the bedside table. Her eyes lit up with sudden realization. “I’ve got it! Yellow!” she exclaimed, her voice bright with excitement. Scaramouche glanced up from his book. 

In all honesty, Scaramouche had little patience for the notion of "favorites." Favorite food? Pointless—he had no need for sustenance, not when the act of eating felt like a hollow ritual. Favorite hobby? Nothing captured his interest anymore; every activity seemed dull, drained of meaning. 

And as for a favorite color? The very thought was laughable. After existing for as long as he had, the world had long since lost its vibrancy, a lifeless canvas where nothing stood out.

But for some reason, this did.Y/n was as giddy as a little kid. Blurting out the word yellow as though she had uncovered all the secrets to him.Her eyes sparkled, and in that moment, she seemed to glow—illuminating the space around her in a way Scaramouche had never quite experienced. Her energy was contagious, almost blinding in its intensity. And despite himself, despite the dark, worn layers of his own existence, something within him stirred.

Before he even noticed, the words slipped from his mouth, soft and unguarded. "You’re right."

The phrase caught him off guard; the admission feeling foreign on his tongue. But as he looked at her, beaming with such warmth, it was impossible to deny—yellow, in that moment, was the only colour that mattered.

[zylophie]

🔮 .巫术 — pleasant surprise | featuring: robin

🪄 ★ ₊˚𝙎𝙔𝙉𝙊𝙋𝙎𝙄𝙎꒱ ₊˚⊹ Robin has always been looking into the crowd eagerly for [y/n]. However, due to their busy schedule, Robin could never find them in the crowd. Only to find a pleasant surprise one day..

🦋★ ₊˚𝘾𝙒꒱ ₊˚⊹ a little suggestive(?) 🔮 ★ ₊˚𝙂𝙀𝙉𝙍𝙀꒱ ₊˚⊹ fluff 💫 ★ ₊˚𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀꒱ ₊˚⊹ I love robin so much, I was in literal tears(of joy) when I found out Chevy was her singer. I have been such a fan of Chevy for a long time skbdksndkdjd. Also, I can't believe I'm willingly writing fluff on my own record.. 💌 ★ ₊˚𝙄𝙉𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉꒱ ₊˚⊹ If you'd like to request click 'here!' and read the rules~ 🐈‍⬛ ★ ₊˚𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙆꒱ ₊˚⊹ hsr masterlist 🧹 ★ ₊˚𝙉𝙊𝙒 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙄𝙉𝙂꒱ ₊˚⊹ pleasant surprise | featuring: robin

★ Whenever Robin was doing her shows, she would always desperately try to look for [y/n] in the crowd.

★ However, every single time Robins' eyes were darting eagerly around the crowd.. [y/n] was never there.

★ Robin slowly stopped trying to find [y/n] in the crowd eventually, but there's still a part of her that wishes that [y/n] would be there during one of her shows

★ Until one day.. She came across something which immediately brightens her mood for her upcoming performance..

'I didn't see [y/n] in the crowd again.. It's been a long time since they've been to my shows.'

Robin sighs as she dabs more makeup removal onto her cotton pads, before bringing it up to her face. She was feeling exhausted from performing for so long, as well as getting interviewed by her fans.

She remembered how she would always ask [y/n] if they are able to come to her shows, but was always left with a vague answer.

After she was done with removing most of her makeup. She tied her hair into a low lose bun, intending to take a bath afterwards. When suddenly..

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Robin's wings perked up. Knowing who it is outside, Robin couldn't contain her smile. Already feeling more energized than before, she went to go and get the door for whoever was behind it.

"Robin~! I'm back, how was your performanc-"

Usually [y/n] would often visit Robin a few hours after her show is done, so that they could spend a bit of time together. Expecting Robin to still be in her performance outfit still, however, when [y/n] opened their eyes. They saw Robin with a completely new hairstyle. It was also the first time they saw Robin look so disheveled, not only that, [y/n] didn't expected to be greeted with Robin in her lingerie too! [Y/n] immediately closed their eyes and faced to the ground.

"A-ah, Robin! I bought y-your favourite f-food! P-please e-enjoy it!"

Before Robin could even reply, [y/n]'s figure could be seen getting smaller and smaller, as they ran through the hallway after leaving their things behind.

'Ah.. Did they not like what they see? I guess I did look pretty untidy..'

Robin sighed, before shaking her head. Before shutting the door to take a shower, she'll talk to reader later.

THUD!

"Huh? What was that sound?"

As Robin turned around, she saw a notebook had fallen from her desk in her room. Robin moved towards the item to pick it up.

'Strange.. I don't remember this in my room..'

Robin flipped to the first page to see a familiar handwriting of the name who the book belongs to. "[Y/n]'s personal sketchbook".

'Ah, so it is [y/n]'s! I'm a little bit curious of their work since the last time I saw their art it was a few months ago.. Maybe I'll just take a peek, surely they won't mind, right?'

She flipped to the next page. Robin's eyes widened when she saw a fully colored illustration of herself in her performance outfit today! Many thoughts went through her mind.

'Wow, [y/n]'s artworks are always so spectacular!'

'I'm really happy they drew me'

'Wait.. How did they see me in this outfit? It's my first time wearing it and all the details are drawn correctly.. Today's live hasn't been published publicly yet too..'

Robin continued to flip through the notebook, only to find drawings of her only in all of her past performance outfits, until a few pair of words on the back of her today's performance caught her eye.

'Dear diary..'

Oops! Robin realised she may have accidentally stumbled into the wrong area, however, her curiosity was peaked and wanted to continue reading to see if she can get answers from how [y/n] was able to get her outfits drawn to a tee.

'Robin's outfit today was really pretty. It was sparkling, but not as bright as she was! I wish I could talk to her after her performance asap, but whenever Robin is in a new outfit in general. I'll just be a blushing AND stuttering mess! I won't be able to talk to her properly.. I'm so glad I got a seat at the very back! Since the performance was 2 hours, I got plenty of time to ready myself before I see her. Gotta finish this drawing fast!'

Robin's wings flutter in joy. One, because she was glad that [y/n] does come to her shows. Secondly, she realised the reason why they looked towards the ground earlier, she giggled before playing the book down with an uncontrollable smile.

"I'll return it to them later~"

© zylophie 2024. do not steal, copy, repost, edit, translate or use my works.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 25 - Pest

@jegulus-microfic January 25, Word count 442

Previous part First part

Somehow, they managed to get from the hospital wing to the dungeons without bumping into anybody else. Regulus dragged James into the first empty classroom he could find. He grabbed a cauldron from the store cupboard and took out his potion ingredients case, unshrinking it and opening it on the bench beside the cauldron. 

After setting the fire beneath the cauldron, he started preparing the ingredients he needed for the cure for boils potion. 

“Snake fangs, horned slugs, porcupine quills and flobberworm mucus,” Regulus muttered under his breath as he laid everything out. He filled the cauldron with water and began. He crushed the snake fangs and sprinkled them into the water, raising the heat and stirring once clockwise. The potion took on a pink hue, and he left it to simmer. 

“So, what exactly happened?” He asked James, folding his arms across his chest. 

“I teased Remus about staring at Sirius after he’d joked about me watching you leave,” James told him, looking a bit sheepish.

“That's it? That’s the whole reason why my brother turned you into a human firework and a boil disaster?” Regulus shook his head incredulously. “All that because you teased his boyfriend?!”

“It’s my own fault,” James tried to explain. “Sirius is really protective of Remus, especially today with it being—” James’s mouth slammed shut with an audible click, and Regulus narrowed his eyes at him. He had an idea of what James had been about to let slip, but he didn’t push him for further explanation. 

“Hmmm,” He hummed as he turned his attention back to his cauldron. He lowered the heat slightly and began to think.

By the time he was bottling the potion he knew exactly what to do about his brother, but there was still the little matter of tonight and who James would choose. 

“Where are we sleeping tonight?” He asked as nonchalantly as he could manage. 

“Oh, er, maybe we shouldn’t tonight,” James said quickly, twisting his fingers together.

“I’m not afraid of my brother,” Regulus turned his head to look over his shoulder at James as he ladled the last of the potion into a vial and stoppered it. 

“Still, maybe we should let him cool off for a bit, yeah?” James scratched the back of his neck and quickly pocketed the vial Regulus passed him. 

“Well, if you’re sure,” Regulus said, sweet as pie, pecking James on the cheek and walking out of the classroom. He heard James’s audible gulp as the door shut behind him. He smirked as he added James to his list for revenge. But first, his absolute pest of a brother needed dealing with. 

Next part

[smolbean12]

Dating Headcanons

Jujutsu Kaisen

♡ Ryomen Sukuna ♡

He will kill you and eat you.

Lmao jkjk or am i?

With him I guess it's mostly the 'I hate everyone but you' trope. Or probably the 'reincarnated lover' trope.

He can and will harm anyone and everyone who he thinks will take you away. He's too possessive. He once got pissed off at a kid who kept on clinging to you. You had to calm him down.

You take him to meet your parents and he terrorizes them. They are absolutely afraid of this man and have no idea from what depths of hell you pulled him out so you could date him

Your parents call when you're alone and make sure you're not held hostage by him or something. They think he's criminal on loose and is using you to keep the police away. You then explain to them that no, your boyfriend is not a criminal and yes he treats you well and no there are no charges against him (surprisingly)

He planned a dinner date for the two of you once. It was surprisingly good and well planned. You both had fun and when you went home you tried to dance with him in the kitchen.

When I tell you this man sucks at dancing

Long story short: a few of your expensive china was broken and there was soy sauce everywhere because he tripped near the table where it was kept and accidentally swept it

Soooo if you're dating him then you obvio have issues (im sorry)

But you both will work out dont worry! If he really really really really really really loves you then there's no worries. He'll fight for you no matter what and make sure you're happy.

ew Naoya Zen'in ew

why

Work By: @smolbean12

reblogs are appreciated :)

[cressthebest]

GOD I AM NOT OKAY

okay, so i just watched A Night’s Tale by The Mischief Productions and am IMMEDIATELY rewatching it. i have so many things to say.

1. reg working through writing his poem the entire film, and reading it out loud to us to tell us the course of his emotions for james throughout the story- masterpiece

2. their bickering throughout CHEFS KISS

3. reg’s big snake ring. i can’t help think of the snake ring from AHB and it makes me want to cry.

4. “i don’t have to understand something to appreciate its beauty” -james potter AHHHHH ALSO the wand reg puts to james’ throat to threaten him. flashbacks to crimson rivers james’ knife kink

5. god i had many thoughts on the scene where james meets up with reg to study potions after running laps to prep for the big game against ravenclaw. he forgot his potions notes and fully met up with reg just to flirt. i’m sure of it.

another thing about that scene- holy shit james is attractive. he’s panting and leaning up against a tree. and all reg is doing is looking him up and down and trying not to smile. and THEN james started to BEG to hear reg talk about himself. like BEG. i am but a pathetic man and think that was SO hot.

6. reg knows that james likes him whenever james makes a comment about his cologne. and amortentia’s smell was in the air

7. THEY WERE PLAYFIGHTING!! THEN THEIR FACES GOT CLOSE!! AND THEY LOOKED AT EACH OTHERS LIPS!! AND THEN!!! JAMES FREAKING POTTER S U R G E S FORWARD AND KISSES REGULUS!!

and they KEEP ON KISSING!!!

8. it ended happy. this was all fluff. i am not okay. they are so in love. it was such cute puppy love.

9. give me a james potter. that’s not a suggestion. that’s an order.

[caelanglang]

first verse . seven cuts .

I hope to bring this out of wip jail soon…

song: THE LONELIEST - Måneskin

messiest storyboards that I am not doing properly bc I suck pls don’t be like me…

also animated another dead character breathing yahoo

[green-agent]

𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂 𝑪𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉

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BREWING LOVE NEXT DOOR (masterlist) Chapter 1

Jung Wooyoung x neighbor! Oc (Yujin)

Synopsis: because of her mother who loved coffee, Yujin had an unhealthy obsession with caffeine. Feeling down? Coffee. Feeling great? Coffee. Passed a test? Yay coffee. Failed a test? Naur, coffee. Her friends joked about her having more caffeine In her veins than blood.Now, after leaving her hometown and coming to Seoul, she was excited to study in KQ University. Will she die of shock after finding out that the handsome barista was her neighbor? Will she realize why people actually have crushes on baristas? Will she be able to confess?

Genre: cafe!au, fluff

Warnings: nothing really, oc is pansexual, yeosang makes a joke about 'obsessive fangirls'.

Word Count: 1k

Note: the first chapter! Yay! Also NOT PROOFREAD yet.

The chapter's under the cut!

Yujin's POV

Caffeine can be addictive, it can cause insomnia too. And if a person consumes it almost daily, it can be hard to live without it.

How I wish my mother knew that. Because, if she did, I wouldn't have grown up with caffeine, and wouldn't drink it everyday. Wouldn't need to buy it from my local cafe nor would I be standing here. Outside the University students’ favorite cafe.

Refresh & Recharge Cafe

It was famous for being a comforting place, with students inside, studying and spending alone time, or hanging out with friends.

When I was in my hometown, there was a local cafe I really liked going to. It was calm, the owner even had a black cat which I loved.

But since I came to Seoul to study in KQ University, I keep missing both the coffee and the cat, her name was Nabi.

So now, as I stood in front of the Cafe, my heart was racing. I slowly stepped in and saw a small line, about 5 people, in front of the counter. I stood in the line.

I always heard all of my friends talking about their ‘barista’ crushes. Unfortunately, I never had one. Probably because an old couple ran the place. They were Nabi’s owners too. They normally worked there. So, I never really had a barista Crush.

Though, I loved seeing the couple. They treated me like their granddaughter. They were always so playful, romantic with each other.

Anyways, back to the present. There were just 2 more people in front of me.

“Caramel Macchiato with an extra shot of espresso.” I recited in my mind as another lady took her order and left the line.

There was another guy in front of me, blond hair. I couldn't see his face as he was wearing a mask.

“The regular.”

The guy in front of me muttered to the barista and the barista chuckled.

“When will you order something else, Sang?”

The barista, who's face I couldn't see yet as the guy in front of me was tall, spoke.

“Probably after you get a girlfriend” The guy muttered, grabbing his drink and leaving. The barista scoffed.

They probably knew each other, might be friends, might even be bro-SHIT. I forgot it's my turn.

I looked up at the barista, about to speak. But his looks stopped me. Beautiful eyes, sweet smile, a small mole under his eye. Kissable lips and a very boopable nose-

“Ma’am, can I get your order?”

The barista snapped his fingers.

Fuck, this is embarrassing.

I straightened up and said, “oh, yes, sorry. Can I have a Caramel macchiato with an extra shot of espresso, please”

He smiled, cute, before replying, “it'll take about 3 minutes.”

I nodded, watching him prepare the drink. He then handed it to me. I muttered a soft ‘thank you’ before sitting down on a table.

So is this how it feels to have a barista crush? I mean, he's pretty attractive. But I don't know anything about him. Not even his name. So I don't think so.

I had a weird relationship with Love. The person I had a crush on in high school had a crush on another person. She even came to me asking for advice to confess to her crush. I was, shockingly, not sad.

And yeah, I did have a crush on a girl. I'm Pansexual. I came out to my parents in my last year of high school.

While my father said it was fully my choice who I like and that he didn't have any problem, my mother just said, and I quote, “You can love whoever you want, and you can marry whoever you want. Just maybe adopt a child if your lover or you can't carry one. That's also optional by the way”

So, I guess, I'm lucky to have parents like them. My older brother however, told me to be careful even if I date someone of the same danger. He said “gender doesn't matter, a psychopath isn't always a man, nor is it always a woman. It can be non-binary or gender fluid.”

I understood what he was trying to say but you gotta agree with me, that was weird wording.

I took a sip of my macchiato, looking out the glass wall. It was a calming early September afternoon. Although Seoul was a rather busy city, it was calming in this part of the city.

I kept browsing through my brain for a new story idea while watching the scenery and sipping coffee.

Nobody's POV

Finally, as his shift ended, Wooyoung went and sat down at the table his best friend was sitting at. Yeosang finally looked away from his laptop and up at Wooyoung.

“Done staring?”,He nagged.

Scoffing, Wooyoung replied, “I wasn't staring at you, stop dreaming”

Yeosang rolled his eyes. “I wasn't talking about you staring at me, you dumbass. That girl. You were staring at her.” he gestured towards her in a way others won't understand.

“Me? Staring at who?”

“Gosh, you're so stupid. That girl. The one who was in line behind me, that one you have been staring at while making the coffees.” Yeosang sipped his own latte.

“I-I just thought she was pretty, okay? It's not a big deal…” Wooyoung drifted off.

“But dear Wooyo, don't you realize that your fangirls got very jealous of her? They were furious. I'm surprised they didn't actually try to do anything stupid.”, Yeosang teased.

“Come on! They aren't my fangirls, I'm not some typa celebrity. They just…like my coffee, I guess” Wooyoung explained, knowing really well that wasn't the truth.

“Yeah sure, it's the coffee.” Yeosang sarcastically claimed.

Wooyoung sighed, looking back at the girl one last time. because their cafe served very quickly and right in the line, they never took names. Which Wooyoung was regretting now.

“I wonder what's her name…” he thought while looking at her.

Suddenly, Yeosang made a camera gesture with his fingers and pretended to click a picture.

“Caught in 4k, motherfucker” he smirked and Wooyoung just facepalmed. He couldn't believe that this was his high school best friend. Or maybe he couldn't not believe it.

He looked out the window, taking in the calm atmosphere. Watching the trees carefully, he could tell that it was a windy afternoon. Thank God, he brought his jacket with him.

And there we have it! The first chapter of Brewing Love Next Door. This series was supposed to start way earlier but the drafts got deleted twice 😞 so I also changed up the story a little bit. This is just the beginning and we have a lot more to see! Have a great day!

And remember, a like, reblog or just a simple 'It was good' comment can make an author happy!

Love, Annie 💚

[hyungseos-cafe]

Sleepyhead

Pairing: Producer!Jiung x GN!Reader Ft. Keeho and Jongseob

Genre: Fluff, IdolAU

Warnings: Mentions of food! Reader folding for Jiung (same), Jiung and reader lovingly teasing each other

Summary: Just Jiung's loving partner taking care of him ft Keeho and Jongseob. And Keeho tired of Jiung and reader’s childish antics

A/N: Happiest birthday to the one and only cookie man! I usually despise making social media au's since they take forever, but writing these short little scenarios is so much fun! This idea kind of just sprung on me lol. Should I just make a permanent tag list for these socmed au’s? Would anyone be interested in joining a permanent tag list?

Order for: @sunnydeized @zynz0 @curiousgworge

┊⋆ ˚✯✩. Songs to listen to while reading: best part by daniel caesar and her, love story by p1harmony, can you love me tonight - stripped ver. by kairo .✩✯⋆ ˚ ┊

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[be-ee]

One

a short series where you share a multitude of kisses with childhood friend to lovers Alhaithem (All credits to the wonderful writer @aurumalatus. They have something very similar for kinich! Go read it. Also if you see this please bless me with your wisdom and critique on this ❤️)

Your first kiss hardly counted. In fact, you could barely call it a kiss at all. Alhaitham had always been the "good kid"—quiet, composed, and impossibly logical. You, on the other hand, were the opposite: the so-called troublemaker, always finding ways to stir up mischief or bend the rules just enough to keep life interesting.

You were the kid who climbed fences marked *Keep Out* just to see what was on the other side, the one who turned every dare into a challenge and every rule into a suggestion. If something was off-limits, it only made you more determined to push the boundary, your curiosity and impulsiveness always getting the better of you.  

Alhaitham? Your polar opposite. He was the one who read the rulebook front to back and actually followed it. Where you saw an adventure, he saw unnecessary risk. Where you thrived on chaos, he sought logic and order. He didn’t just avoid trouble—he practically radiated the kind of calm authority that could talk anyone out of it.  Trust me, very impressive for a kid. The adults loves it(your’s especially)

Still, you couldn’t resist teasing him. “You know,” you’d often say, grinning as he stood with arms crossed, trying to look unimpressed while you dangled from a tree branch or mapped out your next mischief, “if you’d just lighten up, you might actually have some fun.”  

To which he’d always reply with a deadpan look and a cutting remark. “And if you’d use your brain for once, you might stay out of trouble for a whole day.”  

It happened during one of your usual escapades—dragging Alhaitham along on some half-baked adventure he clearly had no interest in but reluctantly indulged anyway. This time, it was sneaking into the old observatory after dark. You’d convinced him with the promise of seeing the stars up close, though he rolled his eyes and muttered something about how breaking the rules was hardly necessary.

The observatory was as breathtaking as you’d imagined. The massive dome stretched above you, revealing a glittering sea of stars. You spun around in excitement, rambling about how it felt like touching the heavens themselves. 

In your excitement, you turned too quickly, stumbling on the edge of a loose tile. He reacted instantly, catching you by the arm to steady you. The sudden movement brought you face-to-face, so close that you could feel his breath against your skin. And then, before either of you could pull away, your lips brushed—soft, fleeting, and entirely unintentional.  

Alhaitham didn’t so much as blink. He let go of your arm, brushing off his hands as though nothing had happened. "You’re remarkably clumsy for someone so determined to break into restricted areas," he said evenly, already turning back toward the telescope.  

You probably should have come up with a witty comeback, like you always do. But for whatever reason you were…distracted.

[vintagegirl01]

Witches Brew

Hunt Athalar x female witch reader

Summary: Hunt has been at wits end trying to get Shahar to notice him. When his efforts don’t work, he seeks out a witch in hopes of finding a way to win her over. Never did he think that you would be the key to what he was missing in life.

A/N: This story is based off the lyrics from Witches Brew by David Casper. Always looked forward to hearing this song during and at the end of Halloweentown. Hope I did the song justice with this fic.

Hunt crept out of bed. For he had a goal in mind.

To win over the love of his life, Shahar.

Since joining her ranks, he’s been trying anything and everything he could think off to try getting to talk to her outside of the battlefield. Though, she pays little attention to him unless she needs something from him.

Therefore, he decided to seek the help of a witch to help him.

So here he was in the dark waiting for the witch. Hunt could only hope that she would take what he had in exchange for some help.

As his mind delves more into thought, Hunt feels a presence behind him. He turns around and looks down to see a figure in a cloak of black.

Though the sight beneath the cloak caught his breath. For it revealed a face that made a chill run down Hunt’s spine

Your beauty hypnotized him. Though, what stood out about you the most, was the gentle smile you wore. Not one that he often associated with powerful witches.

You then smile and take his hand, leading him into your lair.

The lair was not what he expected. Instead of it being creepy, it has more cozy vibes that gave off warmth. The warmth that was within you he assumed.

You then walk up to the cauldron and begins stirring up in the concoction.

You then look up at Hunt and says these words.

“All I need is eye of newt, wing of bat, a long black whisker from a big black cat, spider legs and wolf hound fur, poison ivy and a hemlock root.”

Hunt looks at the beautiful witch surprised. “Really? For a love potion?”

You shake your head at him. “I’m kidding. I’m not giving you a love spell. Though, here is some tea. ”

Hunt looks at you in confusion before taking the cup of tea. “Why? I’m willing to pay you whatever you charge.”

He takes a sip of the tea and is amazed by the taste. It was mint tea with a hint of sugar and lemon.

You smile at him. “I only wanna help you, dear. You want somebody and you wish she wanted you. Though this way isn’t the way. Love potions are temporary. They dont inflict real feelings like everyone believes.”

The male frowns. Seeing him this way makes you sad. Therefore, you get an idea.

“I've got the perfect cure. Just take my advice and she’ll fall in love with you for sure.”

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For the next few weeks, you and Hunt spend time together as you help him work on his romance skills to charm and win Shahar.

Within that time, you and Hunt have gotten to know each other to the point that you two have developed a close bond. In fact, you started to feel yourself falling for him.

Though, you refuse to say anything as he has feelings for another. Plus, you don’t want the relationship you have with him to become awkward. So you keep these feelings to yourself. Besides, you’re happy just being his friend and are willing to help him achieve happiness in anyway possible.

Even if that happiness doesn’t include you.

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Hunt is waiting for her in the park, a few minutes after dark.

He’s hoping that she got his message.

It isn’t before long until his thoughts are answered as he sees you smile and wave at him before walking up to him.

“Hunt, how did your meet up with Shahar go?”

Hunt smiles at you. “I didn’t meet with her.”

You smile instantly turns into a frown. “Hunt, I’m so sorry. I…”

The tall, gray winged angel puts a finger to your lips. “You are what I have I been missing, (y/n).”He then moves a piece of hair behind your ear. “Here I was pining for a woman that didn’t care for me when the woman of my dreams was in front of me all along.”

The two of you closed their eyes and shared the first of many kisses that you’d both share with each other.

[cielwritesshit]

Fictober Day 2 - It's been a long time

Prompt: "It's been a long time"

Logan had a very busy day in store, so he stopped by the coffee shop to caffeinate before his meetings

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My second fanfic for this event! More crossover work, this time Sanders Sides and A heist with Markiplier. Set in the same universe as the last one, in fact it's the next morning from a different character's perspective.

No warnings or triggers this time, more generic fluff, with a tiny bit of shipping if you squint.

[smolbean12]

[22:27]

"happy birthday to you," you sing. you have a silly birthday cap on your head and you're holding a small cake with a lit candle on it. you finish the song and ask him to blow the candle.

satoru complies, a fond grin plastered on his face. he's wearing–you forced him to–a similar birthday cap, and there's glittery confetti in his hair.

"come on, satoru, make a wish!" you pushed the cake towards his face, you looked so beautiful in the dim lights of his kitchen, your eyes shining with adoration for him. satoru knows what he wants to wish for.

i wish you look at me like this forever.

"done!" he exclaims.

"don't tell me what you wished for, okay? it won't come true otherwise," you warned him.

he hums and watches you take a small chunk of the cake and bring it near his face. he opens his mouth so you can feed him but instead you move away from his mouth and smear the cake all over his cheek. satoru's jaw drops and he dramatically feigns surprise. he knew what you were doing. he let you do it just so he could hear you giggle.

satoru quickly grabs you and traps you in his arms. "you think you could get away from me? im gonna get my revenge now."

you're now giggling uncontrollably and satoru thinks that there's no sound better than this.

he holds your face and rubs his cheek against yours, smearing cake on your face. he's laughing too, he realizes belatedly.

"okay, okay stop," you pant. you were laughing so much that you were out of breath. "come, let's eat the cake. i made it, you know."

you cut a piece and hand it over to him. he takes a bite and his smile drops.

"gojo satoru, strongest sorcrer of the era, cause of death: ate a cake," he says with a grim face.

you look at him, eyes wide and mouth open. "but–i–what?" you stammer and hurriedly taste the cake. your expression changes from confused to thoughtful to angry. satoru knows he has roughly two seconds to dodge whatever you were going to throw at him.

you splash water on him. "it tastes fine you idiot!"

he doesn't use his infinity to protect himself. with you he never needs infinity. with you he doesn't need to play god.

you curse at him but you're smiling. he laughs and pulls you in for a hug. satoru kisses the top of your head and nuzzles his face in your hair. "thank you. thank you so much–for this–for everything."

you look up at him. "i love you, satoru."

"i love you, too."

work by: @smolbean12