#he reacted totally normal to that

[raddestrose]

Bro Imma be for real, it didn’t click that Huaisang was the like THE guy, it took me like a few minutes

But forgive me for saying, he’s like totally innocent in my book

[fridayiminlcve]

hot take lol but ferrari dropped carlos (for lewis, so understandable but still) and pretty much kicked him to the roadside. he's fully justified in not having to play the team game at this stage and prioritise his own results

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Well this whole widow Eddie vibe whilst he’s missing from bucks coma takes on extra significance now!

[majorxmaggiexboy]

The mighty nein are stronger than I am bc if I was them the whole “ooh we don’t trust you you shady bitch” arc of the first several episodes would actually be

Take your scruffy feral filthy little orange boy, wash thoroughly with dawn soap (and then do it again to make SURE there are no fleas) dry, fluff with towel

Your spicy feral kitten needs to eat like right now immediately, sit that guy down and give him some milk. Maybe some soup as well. In fact just offer both

for initial contact you want to use an oven mitt on a stick to pet your spicy feral cat, then graduate to using a toothbrush until the spiciness wears off

you HAVE to either provide a blanket nest or keep spicy kitten wrapped up in a towel so it feels safe

congratulates you will know you have in-spicied your little orange guy when he starts purring

[total-drama-brainrot]

au but alien cody kinda just... stays with cody

theres another one

it kinda protects him

occasionally

AU where Alien Cody and Cody do a Parent Trap, where AC stays on the show and competes for the million and Cody climbs into the alien pod and takes a nap or something.

Joking, but would you imagine Cody essentially being saddled with his own personal guard dog, who just to happens to look (almost) exactly like him? That's uncanny.

Sierra would have a field day.

[fictional-worlds-are-exquisite]

when I was in like my first year of high school I found out a guy had a crush on me and I was like God dammit so I started applying lip balm regularly to make sure my lips weren't dry if he tried anything and I found it so fucking annoying to make sure my lips were always ready like this is exhausting I hate it here

qnd that was my only response to the situation

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

has it hit yuuta yet that if megumi is gojo’s kid then he is kind of megumi’s extremely distant uncle? Bet he’d reach for that to explain away his extremely normal protective attachment

#seaglassgardens

Not really, because he doesn’t consciously think of himself as gojo’s relative. Like, he’s aware that he is gojos super distant relative but the connection is so attenuated that he’s not really thinking of gojo as an actual part of his family, so it hasn’t hit him. But he would take literally any explanation to justify his extremely normal protective attachment to Megumi at this point

[theflyingfeeling]

Hi hellooo how are youuu? 💖

Did you watch the stream? There wasn’t really anything special but I love how Allu mentioned Olli like a million times 😭💕 also love the bisexual sitting again but that’s nothing new 😌

hiiiiiiiii always love seeing you in my inbox 🥺

I knoooooow?? like, after so many streams of him barely speaking Olli's name for some reason, he really was dropping it quite often this time around 💞 also!! in his late night stream he said he had recently watched the LOTR movies for the first time and that gave me instant brainworms of either Olli constantly bothering him about it, asking "WHEN are you gonna watch the story of my people?!" or, better yet, the two of them watching it together (either physically or via a stream (although considering how Aleksi is yet to figure out how to stream together with someone I doubt he'd know how to do that either but shhhhh let me have my delusions alright))

[celestair]

just read the new chapter of nagi episode... as much as i love reo and sympathise with the feeling of being a second choice way more than id like to admit... this aint about him.

like yeah he grew up having the world at his feet so probably not the easiest lesson to learn but he needs to learn it at some point. he wants everything to be about him but also reduces himself to being nagis right hand man instead of his own person because he feels like he has ownership over nagi in some way and like i said before in my other post, those two are just going backwards now.

the codependency isnt even something you can ignore anymore. this is why i hate how they reunited. what happens next time nagi wants to grow and learn with someone else? reos just going to feel like its not fair because he "owns" nagi which... i mean do i really have to explain more than that? reo please learn that everything is not about you, and you can be separated from nagi and be your own person. its okay.

[autonomousxselves]

[ sleep ] for Yusuke!

safe/comfort actions

Returning from the bathroom deep in thought, he makes his way back to the small table to continue their discussion and plans. He'd already had a few (likely undoable) ideas for it since he'd left that he wanted to offer. "Sam, I believe-"

Cutting himself off as he finally looks up across the table he realizes his words have fallen on deaf ears. She seems to have fallen asleep in that short time he was gone, arms folded loosely together as her head lay atop them like a pillow. He should wake her up- while the school's dorm rules allowed the other gender to visit their rooms, they were not to stay past a curfew. Although seeing her back slowly rise and fall with each sleepy breath, bangs and ponytail flowing over her skin and becoming undone, and the part of her peaceful face he could see above her arm, Yusuke couldn't bring himself to stir her awake yet. He decides she can sleep for now, and when curfew comes he would decide again what to do if she was still asleep. It's not like this would be the first 'rule' he's ever broken. The inward comment makes the thief laugh softly to himself.

For now, Yusuke will sit on his side of the table, pick up his notebook and begin to sketch. If they can't speak, he will simply do his thumbnailling homework. Perhaps one of his sketches would be of Sam's pose here, should the inspiration strike. If it gets too late, he will leave her his blanket to avoid a cold and go back to his own bed.

[flwrkid14]

Casual Chaos: Tim Drake’s Makeup Stream

Danny, known to the internet as Nebula, had been teasing a special stream for weeks. Fans were buzzing with excitement and theories, especially when the announcement popped up: “Doing My Boyfriend’s Makeup!” Naturally, the chat erupted into chaos. Danny was pretty private about his love life, so this reveal had the fandom on edge.

When the stream finally went live, Danny greeted his audience with his usual laid-back grin. “Okay, today’s the day. Let’s see if I’m any good at this,” he said, spinning a makeup brush between his fingers. “But first, let me introduce you to my boyfriend.”

The camera panned, and there he was—Tim Drake, sitting there as if this was the most normal thing in the world. No big introduction, no fanfare. Just Tim, giving a small, nonchalant wave.

“WAIT. IS THAT TIM DRAKE???”

“Like… THE Tim Drake??”

“No way he’s dating Nebula, what is happening???”

Danny, fully aware of the chaos brewing in the comments, didn’t even acknowledge it. He just turned to Tim. “Ready for your makeover, babe?”

Tim shrugged, totally calm. “Let’s do it.”

As Danny started applying makeup, the chat kept freaking out, but the two of them acted like it was just another Saturday. In Gotham, though, it was a different story. The Bat's group chat was blowing up:

Dick: “TIMOTHY JACKSON DRAKE-WAYNE, EXPLAIN YOURSELF.”

Jason: “How does a nerd like you land Nebula of all people???”

Steph: “I AM CRYING. HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS?!!”

Damian: “This is unacceptable. Drake, I demand an explanation.”

Bruce: [Typing…]

But Tim? Unfazed. He ignored the constant buzzing of his phone and sat still as Danny carefully lined his eyes and added a touch of mascara, keeping up casual chatter with the stream.

“You know,” Danny said, holding up a shade of lipstick, “Tim’s got this effortless model thing going on. I’m just enhancing what’s already there.”

Tim raised an eyebrow, smirking. “I didn’t exactly sign up to be your runway star.”

“Wait… he’s actually REALLY pretty??”

“Tim Drake is hot, confirmed.”

“LOOK AT HIS CHEEKBONES OMG.”

As Danny finished the look, adding some extra blush and a light gloss, the reaction was immediate. The chat was losing it. Tim glanced at himself in the mirror, barely reacting. “Well… I don’t hate it.”

Danny leaned back, admiring his work. “Not bad, right?”

Meanwhile, back in Gotham, the bats were still going wild.

Steph: “Tim, you better show up to every gala looking like this from now on.”

Jason: “You’ve been holding out on us with this face, man.”

Dick: “This is ICONIC.”

Bruce: “We’ll need to discuss this later.”

Tim finally glanced at his phone and snorted at all the messages. “They’re never going to let this go, are they?”

Danny just grinned at the camera. “Probably not. So… next time, you'll do my makeup, right?”

The chat, of course, exploded all over again.

[windyremedy]

unamused

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

scenario: saying suspicious things infront of your boyfriend.

After being inspired by a tiktok you watched a couple days ago, you decided to try it out for yourself to see how your boyfriend would react and what better time than when you’re on break from him helping you study in his dorm room.

Inconspicuously letting out a soft sigh you switched to your camera and began recording. Talking about random and mundane things for whatever reason, something you always did randomly so Bakugou didn’t really notice anything out of the ordinary until you got to a certain topic.

“In relationships it’s totally normal to lose feelings—“

From your peripheral vision on the video you could see his frown deepen, brows scrunching in displeasure.

“What’d you say?”

You stilled in your spot pretending to be confused and trying not to blow your cover already.

“Huh?”

“What in the hell are you doing now?” he asked firmly, cocking his head to the right.

“Oh I’m just giving love advice in general, now don’t interrupt me.” you answered.

He didn’t say anything else but you could hear him step closer to where you were, getting up from his spot on the bed where he was fixing something in his drawer.

“Anyways its normal to build resentment and hate your partner.”

Before he could reach your phone you grabbed it and continued on.

“And sometimes you might wanna strangle them—“

Then he grabs you quick but gentle enough as to not hurt you from the cushioned floor, body completely towering over yours.

“DO YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY TO ME OR WHAT WOMAN?”

You laugh as he shakes you in the process, papers flying off from the edge of the short legged table.

“I don’t!” you exclaimed giggling.

“LIKE HELL! WHAT’D I DO WRONG!!?”

“It’s not about you I swear!!!! as I was saying if their blonde and name starts with the letter b—“ you continued, turning away from him.

“I’m gonna strangle you.”

“NO WAIT LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING! LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING—“

©windyremedy

[nereidprinc3ss]

hi!!! here for a request. can we have a imagine where reader has a wound from surgery or whatever on like in a rib and she hides to change the bandages but then spencer sees her and he’s like ‘lemme help you’ and…

you do you for the rest!

in which spencer helps BAU fem!reader change her bandages in the bathroom at work. it's intimate, and he's adorable and awkward, and it only fuels her terrible, terrible crush.

warnings/tags: fluff, talk/description of wound, brief talk of being stabbed (does not actually occur in this fic lol), reader wears a bra, spencer undoes said bra but not sexually, lots of suggestive humor and teasing, a TINY sprinkling of angst but not really, idiots in love

a/n: i'm picturing early seasons spencer and it is filling me with so much unbridled joy. I. LOVE. HIM. thank you for the request!! and lets not talk about how inconsistent my formatting for requests is pls and thanks!!

It’s not like you meant to bend down so quickly that your wound reopened—but here you are, suffering the consequences of your actions in the women’s bathroom at Quantico as you try to assess the injury before you re-bandage it. And your shoe is still untied. 

Unfortunately, the fact that you had quite literally been stabbed in the back last week makes it hard to reach said injury—especially when you’re at work and so can’t take off your shirt like you normally would. And all this struggling means it’s taking longer than it should, so now you’re focused on the wound and its scabby, wet edges and all the things it’s secreting rather than hurrying to give another statement of the entire event to Hotch since the first one had apparently been too sparse on the details. 

A knock sounds on the open door. Spencer calls your name. 

“You in there?”

The angle of your neck has your voice slightly strained as you call back, “yeah, what’s up? Is it Hotch?” you pause to hiss as you accidentally scratch at the wound with a nail. You don’t even want to know how much bacteria you just introduced to it. “Tell him I didn’t forget our meeting, I’ll be there in—”

“It’s not Hotch. I just wanted to make sure everything was okay with your back? I know you said you were going to check on it, but you’ve been in there a while.”

You sigh, dropping your sore arm as you continue to hold up your shirt with the other and regarding the reflection of your back in the mirror. 

“Actually—could you come in here?”

There’s a pause. 

“You want me to come into the women’s restroom?”

“Yes, Spencer. It’s fine. There’s nobody else in here. I just… I need some help, I think.”

The last part is admitted quietly, with an air of defeat. To admit to needing help, is, by your standards, the same as failure. Spencer knows this, which is probably the only reason he puts aside his hesitations and shuffles uncertainly into the tiled room. If you’re asking for help, it’s because you really need it. 

“What do you need help with?” he asks, sweeping his gaze suspiciously around the lavatory as if you were lying about there not being any other women present and this whole thing might be a trap of some sort. 

“It’s gross, and you can totally say no.”

He raises his brows expectantly, before spotting the weeping wound on your back. Unconsciously he steps closer, leaning forward. It’s not your fault, and the gore is not specific to you—anyone’s body would react this way to being stabbed. But you still feel embarrassed by the close attention to such an ugly marring, which nobody besides you and your doctors has actually seen up close.

“That doesn’t look good,” he mutters. The expression on his face is irritatingly familiar—the drawn brows, tightened eyes, barely parted lips—but it takes a moment before you realize what it is. 

“Reid,” you complain. He’s still stooped over slightly to examine the wound, and looks up at you through dark lashes with those infuriatingly warm puppydog eyes.

“What?”

“You’re looking at me the way you look at a dead body on the slab.”

His nose scrunches.

Some might say it scrunches adorably. 

“No, I’m not. That’s just my face.”

“Okay, well stop. It’s freaking me out.”

He pouts—actually pouts. Subtle, but bottom lip jutted out and all. It’s ridiculously endearing. 

“My face freaks you out?”

“Wh—no! That’s not what I said! You have—you have a great face! I didn’t mean—” 

You manage to claw yourself out of the hole you’re digging when you see the dopey smile growing on his face. 

Oh. He was fucking with you. 

He never used to do that. It’s unnerving to be the fucked with instead of the fucker for a change. Especially when it’s Spencer. 

“What did you need me for?” Spencer asks by way of peace offering. You close your eyes and sigh, attempting to collect your thoughts without his presence re-scrambling them.�� 

“Um—I just need you to put this bandage over it. I can’t reach without taking my shirt off.”

And now you’re forced to wonder if he’s thinking about you shirtless as much as you’re thinking about you shirtless.

“Yeah—don’t do that,” he says absentmindedly, stepping again closer to get a better look before turning to the nearest sink.

For some reason, this offends you. 

“Why not?”

Spencer pulls another face as he washes his hands—you love the constant flow of expressions he always seems so unconscious of. Even when they’re not pleasant and directed at you.  

“Are you asking me why shouldn’t you take your shirt off?” he clarifies. 

“I know why I shouldn’t take my shirt off, but I want to know why you think I shouldn’t take my shirt off.”

“Because we’re at work?” he observes astutely. You frown deeply at his completely logical reply. Spencer chuckles as he dries his hands and approaches once more, taking the square of gauze pre-lined with medical tape from your hand. “I mean, I can’t stop you. But it would be kind of a weird choice.”

“Oh, so me shirtless is weird?”

Cool fingers meet the comparatively hot skin of your back—where everything is still sensitive because the wound wreaked havoc on your nerves there. You flinch slightly. 

“Sorry,” he murmurs gently. Though his touch is so incredibly light it doesn’t really hurt—it hurts much less than when you’re tending to the wound, anyway. It’s almost soothing. After a moment he continues, a bit louder. “And that is not what I was saying. But I am completely comfortable asserting that it would be weird for you to be shirtless at work.”

The gentle touches contrast with his teasing words and serve to disorient you as you’re shaken back in to your usual dynamic. Which is markedly more sarcastic. 

“Well—”

Before you have to think of something to say, Spencer interrupts you. 

“Your, um—I think your… brassiere… is in the way.”

As soon as he says it you burst out laughing. It echoes through the room. 

“My brassiere? Are you actually 70 years old?”

His brows knit even tighter and his face gets very pink very quickly. He can’t meet your eyes over your shoulder. 

“That’s what it’s called.”

“Spencer, you may be the first person to use that word since 1952. Say bra.”

“I don’t want to,” he complains. Your laughter only grows as your head tips back. 

“Why? How is brassiere better than bra?”

“It’s—it’s too colloquial! I’m trying to be professional!”

“Call it a bra or I’m going to rub my dirty hands all over my back,” you threaten, adopting a poker face so he knows you mean business. His eyes widen immediately. 

“Oh my god! Bra! Do you want to introduce staph and meningitis and g—do not do that!”

“See? How hard was that?”

“I hate you,” he mumbles, face still flushed and adorable. “And you still have to take it off.”

“Excuse me?” you grin, pretending to be affronted because you know he didn’t mean it like that but it’s fun to pretend he did. Fun for you, of course. Not so much for him. He's utterly flustered by this point.

“Or at least undo it! It’s in the way.”

With a deeply bored sigh, you go to unclasp your bra—but as you go to do it your shirt drops down. You grimace, humor briefly forgotten as the fabric brushes the damaged skin. 

“I can’t—”

“Okay, just—I’ll do it,” Spencer says. “Just move your shirt again.”

So you do, watching his reflection as he works.

And you have not one joke to break the heavy silence with as you feel his knuckles gently pressing into the middle of your back, as he unclasps the bra with his characteristic tenderness and a surprising amount of agility. It’s quiet except for your pulse in your own ears as he carefully pushes it out of his way, holding it down with a hand to your rib cage and fingertips slipping just under the fabric of your shirt—unintentionally and certainly non-sexual, no doubt, but skimming under your heart in a way that still feels so intimate you’re realizing how touch-starved you are. 

“You do that often?” you find yourself asking, because you’re stupid, and you need to cool the tension before it chokes you, and you can’t help yourself even though you don’t actually want to know the answer. 

“I,” he begins, voice quiet as rustling paper, tongue darting over his lip and eyes narrowed. The sentence stalls as he focuses on placing the patch just so. “Do not think that is an appropriate workplace question.”

Something aches in the pit of your stomach. 

Something resembling jealousy. 

It was not the timid evasive linguistic maneuver of someone who is insecure about the thing they’re discussing. It was not the awkward fumbling no but I don’t want to tell you that which you were expecting from Spencer Reid. 

Nor is it an easy yes—an admission between friends. He doesn’t want to tell you. 

You swallow and try to act like yourself. 

“Yet here you are, in the woman’s restroom at our place of employment, undoing my bra. I think we’re past professionalism.”

“When you decontextualize it like that it sounds like something it’s not. This is professional, because I’m helping you with a wound you sustained on the job. I’m being a good colleague.”

Your lips twist into a smile he can’t see. 

“A great colleague would kiss it better.”

“It's almost like you want me to file a sexual harassment complaint with HR," he says through a little smirk as he smooths the bandage over. Before you can snip back, he steamrolls over his own teasing—you’ve both been speaking in almost reverent tones since he started but his voice loses the sarcastic edge from a second before and reverts back to concerned and sweet. “Does that feel okay?”

You rotate your shoulders best you can without letting go of your shirt or flashing the good doctor to check if it feels secure.  

“It’s good. And hey—if I were going to sexually harass you I would do a lot better than that. You think that’s my best material? That’s just the tip of the iceberg. I keep so many inappropriate comments to myself. You’d be shocked by some of the things I have almost said to you.”

He laughs, secures the band of your bra and begins fitting it to the clasp you’d had it on—and at that precise moment Emily walks in. 

“H—woah.”

“It’s—I’m—I was helping her!” Spencer panics, immediately removing his hands from you like his palms are burning and holding them up defensively. 

“Oh, you helped me alright,” you tease, pulling your shirt back into place. 

“Don’t say it like that!” And then, to Emily, “I was changing out her bandage!”

“Changing my bandage,” you emphasize, winking more than is advisable. 

“That’s—this is a hostile work environment! I feel unsafe!” Spencer almost yells, half laughs, as he scampers towards the door. “I’m going to HR!”

“Shut up! You love it!”

His laughter audibly travels farther away for several moments as he presumably goes back down the hallway to do his actual job. 

You have the stupidest grin on your face, but you wipe it off when you notice Emily staring. 

“What?”

“Nothing,” she says, shaking her head and looking away, moving toward a stall. “You’re just… you guys are funny.”

“What do you mean funny?” You demand, standing right outside her stall as she closes it. 

“Wh—I mean funny! Are you going to listen to me pee, you weirdo?”

You frown. 

She makes a good point. 

Unfortunately, giving Hotch a more detailed statement is just as bad as you’d thought it’d be. Despite how cheery you’ve tried to remain about the whole situation, despite the way you insisted that the wound was so shallow you didn’t need more than a few days off work, despite the jokes you make about forgetting it’s even there because it’s on your back—it’s hard not to remember exactly how the glass felt twisting under your skin, how you’d felt suddenly so hot and lightheaded and sick to your stomach and the way Morgan hollered because he didn’t know how deep it had gone after you crumpled quick from shock, when you’re asked to describe it all in excruciating detail. 

It only takes ten minutes, but they seem to drag on and on and by the time you’re leaving Hotch’s office you feel utterly drained. You hurry back to your desk, covertly wiping away moisture that you refuse to allow to become tears. Once seated, and having dodged sympathetic looks and avoided any do you want to talk about its, you allow yourself a few deep breaths with your eyes shut. 

When you open them, you realize there’s a fresh cup of your favorite tea on your desk, in the Snoopy mug the team is always fighting over. Now his little black nose is covered by a square of yellow paper. You’re already smiling as you peel away the sticky note and hold it closer. 

On it is an adorably odd smiley-face, and a note in familiar, messy looping scrawl. 

I would never report you to HR beautiful

That would be a stab in the back!

You snort loudly and clap a hand to your mouth—but you’ve already drawn the attention of almost everyone in the bullpen. 

When you turn to look at Spencer, he’s not looking back. Instead, his eyes are firmly trained on his computer screen. But he’s got his chin propped on his fist over the desk, and his knuckles are doing a poor job of concealing a giant self satisfied grin. He is the only person on the team who knows you well enough to make such a distasteful joke. And he also knows you well enough to know that it would make you feel so much better after your meeting with Hotch than all the well-meaning sincerity in the world ever could.

Funny. 

Maybe that is the right word for what you two are. 

[doing-downtime-hero-shit]

i realized that uh. i changed in some ways that maybe arent from good causes

like it might just be growing up and getting older, but like. the way it changed is reminding me a lot of like... trying to avoid certain things

[chiibabie]

them with their sweetheart gf ♡

♡ isagi

isagi might be a little caught off guard at first

but he definitely learns to appreciate your kindness and seeks comfort in your presence

whenever you do something for him, whether it be small or big, he becomes even more smitten for you (although he's already smitten for you lol)

but he also wants to take care of you!! he will try to cook food for you, hold your hand everywhere you guys go, give you small gifts, and overall he is totally wrapped around your finger

since it's his birthday today, if you bake him a cake or get him a gift of some sort, his heart will literally burst cus you're just so cute

he will cuddle you and give you endless kisses to thank you

he WILL brag to his friends and teammates like "yeah I have the best girlfriend ever, she's super kind and so amazing. did your girlfriend make you lunch today? no? yeah that's what I thought. oh wait you don't even have a girlfriend? can't be me, my girlfriend is so pretty and kindhearted, did I mention when she made me cookies the other day?"

but isagi gets shy and turns red sometimes when his friends start to mention and tease him about how pretty and nice you are, and how lucky he got cus in the inside he's just thinking like "yeah I am really lucky"

if anyone ever tries to insult you or make fun of you, isagi will definitely throw some insults in that person's face cus he will not tolerate anyone being mean to his baby

♡ bachira

bachira is also very enthusiastic and cheerful, so he's fascinated by your kindness and warmth

if you do something for him, he will try to reciprocate by making you little handmade gifts!! its his way of showing his love and appreciation for you since you're always by his side

he's playful and energetic so he'll try to make you laugh by doing something funny if you're having a bad day

he brags about you !! he absolutely adores how sweet you are to him and everyone else. bachira sometimes gets insecure so whenever you comfort him with your sweet words his love grows for you stronger and stronger

he agrees with anyone who says that you are just too pure and kind and then goes on to ramble about you

if anyone insults you, he is absolutely not taking it. he will defend your honor (he becomes protective and reacts with a combination of anger and a determined mindset to defend you + his monster comes out lol) and say that someone like you is so rare to find, and people need to appreciate you and then he goes on to talk about how sweet, pretty, hardworking, and dedicated you are

bachira would likely show a strong and almost aggressive determination to defend you so whoever tries to say anything bad is immediately like "ok sorry damn" cus aint nobody tryna deal with that lol

♡ rin

rin is pretty serious and blunt, so he might be a little disinterested or skeptical of you at first cus he thinks you're too naive or you don't understand the seriousness of the world

but as he spends more time with you and notices the genuineness of your actions and kindness, he will recognize how different you are from the competitive environment he's normally used to

he loves you veryyy much but he has a hard time expressing his feelings so he might hurt you with his words or with his actions unintentionally, but he always tries to make it up to you

he'll find peace and comfort in your kindness, and he'll begin to look out for you quietly (like offering to help you without making a big deal out of it)

if you make him food, bake him anything, he'll sometimes bring it to practice to eat and his teammates might question him, so he just replies with "yeah y/n made it for me"

they proceed to tease him about it which annoys him but deep down he knows how lucky he is to have someone like you

rin is protective!! if someone is mean to you or tries to take advantage of you, his protective instincts kick in and he would react strongly since you don't deserve any kind of mistreatment

he'll be like "say that again" in the most serious and cold tone which makes whoever insulted you freeze up and take back their words

overall, he loves you and how much of a sweetheart you are. he wants to protect you and keep you safe, so he'll do his best to show his care through actions and unspoken gestures

♡ nagi

nagi is initially indifferent or kinda confused by your kind behavior since he doesn't fully understand emotional connections and stuff like that

but he grows to appreciate how much of a total sweetheart you are and the warmth you bring

he loves to be babied so he will lay his head in your lap or chest and he falls asleep when you play with his hair cus you're so comfy!!

nagi will talk to reo like "mm, y/n made me food today. she's really nice to me and I think I like her a little too much. what a hassle."

if anyone tries to take advantage of your kindness, he will stand between you and other person and be like "mm, I can't have that.." and afterwards, he'll sigh and say that it's a hassle dealing with other people, but he will always be there for you even if he does consider it to be tiring

he only wants you to feed him. since he thinks chewing and eating is a hassle, he gets too lazy to eat. but he needs energy for practice so reo will try to feed him, but nagi just lays his head down and says something along the lines of "want y/n to feed me.."

if you bake him desserts or cook food for him to bring to practice, his teammates will take some and nagi will just think internally like "...but y/n made that for me :x"

you're his angel !! he knows his behavior is not something that everyone can deal with, so he really does appreciate how understanding and sweet you are with him. nagi doesn't want to share you with anyone and he wants to stay with you forever

♡ reo

oh reo absolutely adores you

he's used to people approaching him for his wealth so he is a bit wary of you at first but when he sees how genuine you are he falls hard

he will buy you luxurious and expensive items as a way to pay you back, but the moment you deny them and say that it's not necessary for him to buy you anything since you love him he will be so touched cus you're so sweet

but reo is also very sweet to you !! he'll take you out on the best dates, open doors for you, carry your bag for you, and he'll always some way to compliment you

when you take care of him he starts to hallucinate the future of your guys wedding and living together

he will brag about you to nagi even though nagi is too busy playing games on his phones and isn't really paying attention, but reo continues to ramble on and on about you

again if someone insults you or anything like that he will not have it. defends you immediately and then jokes around with you saying "don't worry ill sue them for talking about you like that.....just kidding..."

if you make him food there's literal hearts in his eyes and he imagines you walking down the aisle

ok that's all first post yayy im trying to cope ever since the new chapter came out

[enhaflixer]

bf!Enhypen x f!reader - reaction to you getting flustered,

fluff, crack, suggestive.

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𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠

You’re across the room. Not doing anything wild—just minding your business, maybe sitting on the floor going through something, wearing his hoodie with your legs tucked under you.

Heeseung?

He’s on the couch.

Legs wide open. Hood down. Head tilted. That lazy, heavy-lidded look in his eyes like he’s been thinking about kissing you for the last twenty minutes.

And then—he does it.

He spreads his thighs even wider, leans back with one arm thrown over the top of the couch, and lifts his other hand to do that slow, devastating little “come here” motion with two fingers.

Like you’re a toy he gets to play with.

Like he already knows you’ll obey.

You freeze.

He sees your face twitch, your shoulders stiffen, and he smirks.

“C’mere, baby.”

You swallow. “Why.”

“I just wanna talk,” he says, but he’s biting back a smile. “Promise.”

You shoot him a look, but your legs move before your brain does. You get up, walking over like you’re totally unaffected—even though your heart’s pounding.

And when you’re close enough?

He hooks his fingers in your waistband, pulls you forward till you’re standing between his legs, and tilts his chin up to look at you.

“You get shy so fast,” he murmurs. “It’s cute.”

You open your mouth to argue,

But then he tugs you down into his lap and kisses the side of your neck so slow you whimper.

“Oh,” he grins, “and that sound? That’s mine too.”

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠

It happens while you’re helping him clean up.

It’s chill. Domestic. He’s putting dishes away while you wipe the counter, music playing softly in the background, and everything feels normal until Jay—calmly, with zero awareness—places a hand on your lower back to reach past you.

And you shiver. Just a little.

You hear him chuckle.

“You always make that face when I touch you like that.”

You stop wiping. Blink. Slowly turn to look at him.

You what now.

Your brain replays the sentence like it was just cursed into your ears.

He didn’t say “You always react”.

He didn’t say “You get jumpy.”

No—he said it with his full chest:

“You always make that face when I touch you like that.”

Then continued putting away dishes like he hadn’t just lit your soul on fire.

You’re staring at him, heat blooming up your neck, lips parted in stunned silence.

And Jay—sweet, oblivious Jay—turns around and frowns at you.

“…Are you okay? You’re turning really red.”

You just blink. Speechless.

Now he looks concerned.

“Oh my God,” he says, drying his hands. “Did I say something weird? Wait—are you choking? Are you… blushing?”

You manage a strangled “JAY.”

He’s so confused. “What? What did I do?!”

“Do you even know what you just said?”

He furrows his brows, rewinds the moment in his head—and then his entire face freezes.

“…Oh.”

Your lips are still parted. Your face is burning.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he blurts. “I just—like—it was just a back thing. Like touching your back. Not like a touching you thing. I didn’t mean it like a sexual—oh my god, never mind, please forget I said anything—”

You’re laughing now, hiding your face in your sleeves.

Jay is scarlet. Hands on his hips. Looking up at the ceiling like he’s praying.

“I should be banned from speaking in my own house.”

𝐒𝐢𝐦 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐮𝐧

It’s 10:04 PM and your boyfriend is already in bed, buried under three blankets, hood pulled up like he’s camping.

You crawl in next to him, chaos in your veins, body fully energized and annoying.

“Jakey,” you whisper. “Don’t sleep. Stay up with me. One more episode. One TikTok. One forehead kiss. One conversation about the philosophical meaning of nipples—”

He groans. Loudly. Pulls the blanket over his face.

“No. I’m weak. I’m dying. I’m elderly.”

You grab his arm. Shake it. Climb halfway on top of him like a gremlin.

He lets out the most dramatic sigh in history. “BABY.”

“What.”

“Please stop,” he whines. “If you keep climbing on me I’m gonna get hard and then cry and then you’re gonna have to rock me to sleep while I’m hard and I’m gonna die and haunt you and you’re gonna have to explain to your next boyfriend why there’s a horny ghost in your bed.”

You go silent.

Frozen. Face on fire.

“…What,” you whisper.

Jake peeks out from under the blanket, blinking slowly.

“Huh?” he says, confused. “What’s wrong with you.”

You just stare at him.

“You’re red,” he says blankly. “Are you overheating? Did I say something??”

He smirks.

“OHHH,” he says, eyes lighting up. “You’re BLUSHING. BECAUSE OF MEEEEE.”

You shove your face into the pillow.

“NO DON’T HIDE—SHE’S RED, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. I DID THAT. IT WAS ME.”

You try to roll away. He grabs you like a koala.

“Nuh-uh. You flustered now. I get cuddles. That’s the law.”

He pulls you on top of him, wraps all his limbs around you like a baby backpack, and whispers:

“Now I’m hard and sleepy. Just like I warned you.”

You scream into the pillow.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧

It hits at 2:12 AM.

You’re in bed, half-asleep, when Sunghoon rolls over and wraps his arms around you from behind. You assume he’s just getting comfy—until you feel his nose nuzzle into your neck… and then his lips… and then—

He lets out the softest sigh and murmurs,

“My babygirl.”

You freeze.

This is not normal Sunghoon behavior.

Normal Sunghoon behavior includes:

– biting

– teasing

– acting like you annoy him (even though he’s obsessed with you)

So naturally, you go: “What did you just call me?”

He kisses your shoulder. “My babygirl. My angel. My soft emotional support ball.”

You blink. “Are you sleep-talking?”

“No,” he says, voice muffled. “I’m ovulating.”

You choke on your own spit.

He turns you around gently—like you’re made of glass—and cups your face in both hands. His thumbs stroke your cheeks. His eyes are sleepy but weirdly intense.

“You’re the best thing in my whole life,” he whispers. “You’re so pretty. You make me feel like a calm little bunny in a flower field.”

“…Sunghoon.”

“My darling,” he says, pressing his forehead to yours. “My emotional comfort bean. My tiny light. My forever babygirl.”

“You have never said any of these words before.”

“I know.” His nose scrunches. “They’re stored inside me. Like a seasonal storm. They come out when I’m soft.”

You’re fully red now, blinking up at him in shock. “Are you high?”

“No,” he says, kissing your nose. “I’m in love.”

Then—he pulls you into his chest like a squishy plush toy and whispers:

“My babygirl sleeps. Would you look at that. Nat Geo Wild.”

You: literally combusting.

Him: already asleep.

𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐨

It starts with you doing something harmless.

Like fixing your lip gloss. Or checking your reflection. Or just… existing in front of him in shorts.

Sunoo, sitting on the other end of the couch with his hair up and a facemask on, gasps like he just witnessed something illegal.

“OH MY GOD.”

You jump. “What?”

“YOU’RE—” He waves dramatically. “—you’re LITERALLY being hot. You can’t just walk around with your thighs out and your lips looking like that. I’m feeling attacked.”

I’m literally just sitting here.”

Sunoo fans himself.

“I need to call my therapist. I need holy water. I need you to put on pants right now before I combust into flames and become a pile of glitter.”

You laugh. “You’re so dramatic.”

“No, you’re so dramatic.” He points at you with one perfectly manicured finger. “You’re sitting there looking like a K-drama lead and acting like I’m the problem.”

You roll your eyes, flustered but pretending not to be.

Sunoo notices immediately.

He gasps again—louder.

“WAIT.”

“No.”

“WAIT—”

“Stop.”

“Are you BLUSHING???”

He literally jumps up and points at you like a courtroom lawyer. “SOMEONE WRITE THIS DOWN. March 23rd. 8:42 PM. The queen has been FLUSTERED.”

You grab a pillow and smack him.

He flops dramatically, giggling into the couch, still yelling: “YOU THINK I’M HOT!! YOU THINK I’M HOTTTT!!” before breaking into a little happy dance right there on the rug.

You finally go still. Red-faced. Pouting.

He calms down, flops beside you, and softly grabs your hand.

Then—sincerely, unexpectedly—he goes,

“…You know I only say all that because I really mean it, right?”

You blink.

“I think you’re stunning,” he whispers. “All the time.”

Boom.

Blush level: MAXIMUM.

Your whole body short-circuits. You go so still that he tilts his head, confused.

“Wait why are you all quiet now—”

You squeak. Literally squeak.

He lets out the SMUGGEST giggle, throws himself onto you like a happy cat, and whispers in your ear:

“Y/N thinks I’m hot. Y/N thinks I’m cute. Y/N is so down bad and I win.”

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧

You’re lying on his chest, warm and full and lazy after dinner. He smells like laundry and mint shampoo. His hand is in your hair. His other one is tracing tiny shapes into your waist.

It’s soft. It’s cozy.

He’s being so good.

So gentle. So sweet.

Until he casually says, in his soft little lullaby voice—

“I like how you whimper when I press my thumb against that spot under your belly.”

Your brain bluescreens.

You lift your head slowly, like you’re rising from the dead, face already burning.

He blinks. Smiles.

“Wait. Are you blushing?”

You smack his chest.

He laughs—genuinely confused. “What? That flustered you?? Babe, I could’ve said worse.”

“Please don’t.”

Him, grinning:

“Like—you know how you always try to run from it but then you push your hips back like you want more? That’s so cute. You don’t even know you’re doing it.”

You slap a pillow over your face.

He keeps petting your head like you’re a little sleeping hamster. “What?? I’m just being honest. I thought we were in our soft era.”

You muffle-scream into the pillow.

He snuggles you closer, literally giggling into your neck.

“I like when your ears get all red like that. Makes me wanna say worse things. Just to see what happens.”

You: dying.

Him: squeezing your waist tighter, still in his soft sleepy tone,

“Don’t be shy, baby. You know I’m right.”

𝐍𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐤𝐢

You’re just sitting on the bed. Literally doing nothing. Wearing his hoodie. Scrolling through your phone like a perfectly normal girlfriend.

And across the room—shirtless, damp hair, stretching like he’s about to walk onto an MMA stage—Riki turns and points at you.

“Oh my God. You want me so bad.”

You blink. “I’m sorry???”

He narrows his eyes and starts marching over like you personally offended him.

“You have that face. The ‘I’m in love with Riki and want to kiss his neck’ face. I’ve seen it. I know the signs.”

You set your phone down slowly. “Riki, I literally haven’t looked at you once—”

“EXACTLY,” he says, climbing onto the bed. “You’re ignoring me. That’s when it’s the worst. That’s when you’re down horrifically bad.”

He flops into your lap and throws one arm over his eyes like he’s in a drama.

“You think I’m so hot it’s actually destroying your life.”

You stare at him. “Do you hear yourself.”

He peeks up with one eye. “You’re blushing.”

You immediately cover your face. “NO I’M NOT—”

“YOU ARE!!” he yells, sitting up so fast the blanket flies off the bed. “STOP BLUSHING. YOU’RE RUINING MY MOMENT. I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE PROBLEM HERE.”

You’re fully red now. Choking on your own laugh. “You’re literally insane.”

“I’m the victim,” he declares, climbing into your lap like a gremlin. “You’re sitting there looking all cute and domestic and perfect, and I’m supposed to just EXIST? In PEACE??”

You try to push him off. He clings harder.

“Don’t act all shy now,” he whispers, pressing his forehead to yours. “I know what goes on in that nasty little brain of yours. You think about me shirtless and sweaty all the time, don’t you?”

You're speechless.

“Ahhhh she’s blinking. She’s stunned. SHE’S FLUSTERED. I WIN.”

You collapse into the pillows with a scream.

Riki follows immediately, flopping on top of you like a weighted blanket and giggling into your neck.

“Admit it,” he mumbles. “You want me so bad it makes you look stupid.”

You whimper, He giggles harder.

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