#his smile and lil dimple 🥺🥺 my HEART

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Please can we talk about Nico when his gf is having a bad body day, just feeling a little sad/insecure. (me atm)🥺

I love how your blog is for chubby girls btw💗

my heart ❤️ he would be so sad and his big ole brown puppy dog eyes would get so big

here’s a lil blurb to kick off my return to writing 🕺

also i’m writing this on my phone so the format might be slightly different…sorry😋

your mind was cloudy, the world just seemed darker today. something about the way your outfits clung to your body just didn’t seem right.

your floor was littered in different items of clothing, having tried on what seemed to be everything hanging in your closet.

tonight was the first night in a long while that nico was able to plan something nice for the two of you. making reservations at a fancy restaurant, booking a hotel room for the night, the whole nine yards. you should be happy, ecstatic that you are finally getting your boyfriend all to yourself, but, in this moment, all you wanted to do was cry.

tears threatened to spill as you stared into the mirror. the fabric of the dress hugging your body in all the ways you hated, you felt suffocated.

you choked back a sob as you violently unzipped the dress and threw it somewhere amongst the rest. sitting on the edge of your bed, clad in nothing but a bra and some panties, you looked helplessly at the tsunami of clothes. you wanted nothing more than to feel beautiful in your own skin. to feel worthy of going out with nico.

the salty drops cascaded down your face faster than you could will them away. you were lost, not knowing what to do from here. a loud knock echoed through your apartment, drawing a small, “Fuck,” from your panicked lips.

nico was here and you weren’t even close to being ready. dread filled your chest knowing how excited he is and how his beaming smile is what’s gonna greet you the second you open the door. you quickly grab the nearest oversized sweater, throwing it over your head as you make your way to the entrance.

you take a deep breathe before gripping the metal handle and carefully opening the door.

your heart melted and broke all at the same time. nico stood tall, dressed in his all black suit, the one he knew you loved, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. you felt a new batch of tears quickly begin to build in your vulnerable state.

you didn’t want to ruin nico’s night with something a minuscule as being insecure. you wouldn’t hurt him like that. before your tears could fall, you plastered on a small smile, letting nico walk in the apartment.

his happy features dropped slightly upon seeing your sweater, “What’s wrong, schatzi? Why aren’t you dressed?” his tone filled with worry.

you shook your head, opting to give him a little fib, “I’m just having a hard time finding something that fits tonight, Neeks.”

He smiled cheekily, taking it upon himself to place the flowers in a mason jar, “Let me put these in water first, then I will come help.” You gave him a slight nod, before returning to your cluttered room. A deep sigh left your lips, realizing that Nico is gonna see the inside of your brain that now lays upon your bedroom floor.

“Oka- Whoa.” nico’s words died in his throat as he glanced around the space.

You buried your head in your hands, embarrassed at the mess. “I know, I know! I just couldn’t find anything to wear! and i felt like i needed to try on everything and nothing worked and-” Nico cut you off.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m not judging. I think you forget I have a sister, i’m not new to this.” He walks in, eyes scanning the pile carefully. He picked up a black dress, once that just-so-happened to match his suit. “Here!” he flashed his dimples at you, “This is perfect. Put this on, f’me, schatzi, you’ll look beautiful.”

You gently took the dress, clutching it to your body.

He placed a quick kiss to your temple before walking out, “I’ll wait outside the door, just shout if you need anything.”

You stripped yourself of the sweater, pulling on the black dress. Normally, you’d admire the way the intricate details of the fabric or the way it tied gracefully in the back, but you only found yourself criticizing as you stood in the floor length mirror once more. Your eyes dragged over each spot you hated.

The way you thought your legs didn’t look quite long or skinny enough, or the way your tummy wasn’t flat. Even the way your hip-dips stood out more prominently in your opinion, it all just seemed overwhelmingly visible. Too lost in thought, you missed the door opening and a certain swiss making his way into the room.

Nico’s eyes focused on the way yours filled with disgust at your body, the way you were picking at every inch. He wasn’t oblivious to your insecurities, although he would never understand why you felt that way. In his eyes, you were the most gorgeous and genuine woman he’d ever met. You were perfect and even better, you were his.

He took his place behind you placing his hands gently on your hips. You jumped slightly startled by his sudden appearance.

“This is more than just finding an outfit, schatzi.” His eyes meet yours through the mirror, “What’s really going on?”

His soft words broke the damn that you’d been trying so hard to keep from cracking. Your head dipped down as a sob left your throat. Nico immediately moved to stand in front of you, pulling you into his chest.

His hand came up to stroke your hair softly, as you cried into his shirt, “Shh, shh. It’s okay, baby.” Nico tried his best to console you, whispering comforting words into your ears.

“C’mon, take some deep breaths for me.” He pulled your head from his chest, hands moving to cradle your face. He began to breathe slowly, encouraging you to breathe with him. One you had regained some air, you looked up at him.

“M’ sorry, Neeks.” You sniffled, “I’ve just been having a bad day and I kept putting on different outfits, but I just felt…” You trailed off, trying to find the right word. His big doe eyes bore into yours, waiting patiently for you to continue. “I just feel ugly.”

Nico felt his heart physically throb. How could his beautiful girl see herself as ugly? Doesn’t she know that he wishes he could see her for the first time, just so he could fall in love with her all over again? Nico was at a loss for words. He genuinely couldn’t grasp how someone, let alone yourself, could ever think you were ugly.

“No.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at the simple word that left the man’s mouth.

“…No?” You were confused.

“Listen to me,” He turned your bodies back to your original position, “You see these legs? These are the most gorgeous, most soft, most warm legs that I could ever want. The way they work as a perfect pillow,” His lips brushed against the shell of your ear, “Or the way that they wrap around my head.”

Your breath began to pick up as he began to list off every part of your body and the reasons why he loved them. He picked apart your insecurities and replaced them with love and desire.

“But more of all, this girl.” His eyes rose to meet yours once more, “This girl is the most beautiful and precious person that I have ever had the privilege of knowing. This girl is my girl. My pretty girl.”

You felt a new flood of tears, this time because of the vast amounts of love radiating from Nico.

“Thank you, Neeks” You felt the need to thank him, thank him for dealing with you.

“Don’t thank me. I would give up anything just for the opportunity to tell you how pretty you are.”

His hands began to untie the back of the dress, only stopping when your hands came up to hold his in place.

“What about dinner?”

He smirked at you, “Screw dinner, let’s just go to the hotel room.” You turned in his grasp as the dress slowly fell to pool at your feet. Nico tugged at his bottom lip with his teeth at the slight of your exposed skin. “Because right now I want nothing more than to spend the night between my favorite pair of legs.”

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VIRAL AFFECTION

ship: miles morales x fem!reader warnings: non-explicit (fluff x 3) word count: 5.6k a/n: Once again, sorry for the lack of updates, college life is no joke...don't do it y'all, jkjk 👀 but fr, just had a cute lil thought i wanted to indulge in 🥹❤️

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You lounged in your dorm room, phone in hand as you lazily scrolled through TikTok. It was just another typical evening, filled with catchy tunes and viral dances, until you stumbled upon a video that captured your attention.

It was a boy, seemingly around your age, his screen filled with the genuine warmth of someone who wore his heart on his sleeve. His profile name read milesmorales, with the caption, "Falling without saying a word... 🥺💕," compelling enough to make you stop and watch.

The boy—Miles—in the video was undeniably cute; he had a head of tight curls, skin a rich shade of brown, and hazel eyes that sparkled with a kind of bashful enthusiasm.

But it was his smile, accompanied by the appearance of dimples, that really got you.

He was awkwardly adorable, his words tumbling out with a mix of shyness and awe. "There's this person in my lecture hall..." he started, his voice tinged with a nervous excitement. The apple of his cheeks were a soft pink, and you found his bashfulness endearing. He talked about them as though they were the sun—bright, warm, and utterly captivating. "They're just... amazing, you know? There's something about them. I can't stop thinking about them," he stuttered, looking down with a shy smile playing on his lips.

As the video progressed, Miles' cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, as did the tips of his ears. He visibly struggled to express his feelings, yet he persevered, driven by the strength of his emotions. "I think I might... I might be in love," he confessed, his voice barely more than a whisper. It was a bold statement, especially for someone who admitted, with a flustered grin, that he hadn't even spoken to them yet. "I've just seen them from across the room," he said, laughing nervously, his hand coming up to shield his eyes as if to hide from his own confession.

The video ended with him looking down for a moment before meeting the camera again. "I don't even know if they know I exist, but I just had to share this."

As the video looped back to the beginning, you were struck by the sincerity and sweetness of his confession.

"Aww," you found yourself smiling at your phone, touched by his raw, unpolished honesty.

He wasn't playing it cool or trying to be something he wasn't. He was just a guy, overwhelmed by his feelings for someone he'd never even talked to.

You found yourself replaying the video, drawn to his earnestness. There was something about his demeanor that was incredibly relatable and real.

It felt like watching a scene from a movie, except there was no script here—just a boy, a phone, and a crush that had taken him completely by surprise.

You couldn't help but wonder about the person he was talking about—were they aware of the lovestruck boy who adored them from afar? The thought lingered in your mind as you continued scrolling, Miles' shy smile imprinted in your memory.

Curiosity piqued; you noticed a comment pointing to another video. It was a follow-up, just as viral as the first.

You clicked, and there he was again—with earnest eyes, now a familiar presence on your screen. Miles' voice, soft and almost reverent, drew you into his world once more.

He was trying to articulate his feelings better this time, speaking of the person he'd never directly spoken to, yet felt so deeply for. As he talked, his eyes shimmered with an unspoken joy. "It's weird, right? How you can feel so much for someone you've never talked to? But every time I see them, it's like my day gets a little brighter."

Miles' voice took on a softer tone, almost reverent, as he described them. He recounted small details—how quiet they were and how they seemed isolated at first but were actually incredibly kind, always ready to help others.

You found yourself drawn into his narrative, seeing this person through his eyes.

"They have this quiet strength about them," he said softly, his eyes lighting up. "It's like, they don't need to be loud to be noticed. Their kindness... it just speaks volumes."

He shifted slightly, pausing as if gathering his thoughts. "And the way they have this way of being there for people, even when they keep to themselves. It's like they don't even realize how sweet they are. It's just... part of who they are. It's amazing to watch. I admire that, I really do."

The video concluded with a moment of vulnerability, his gaze shifting off-camera, a wistful tone in his voice. "I just wish I could tell them all this, ya know? Just walk up to them and say it. Maybe someday," he murmured, more to himself than to his audience.

You found yourself scrolling through the comments, where viewers had poured out their hearts in response to his vulnerability:

starlightdreamer This is the cutest thing ever 😭 You HAVE to talk to them! funnyguy87: Dude, if you don't tell them, I'm stealing your lines for my crush 😂 hopelessfalleesr23: Manifesting a guy like this for myself 😍💕 mysterygirl123: If it doesn't work out with them, I'm right here! comediequeenie: Plot twist: This is marketing for a netflix rom-com. jkjk can't wait for the next update 😂 sinceritiesqueaks: This is so pure. It's rare to see someone so genuine. Don't lose that spark! They're lucky ❤️

"Saammmee," you giggled softly at the comments, finding the whole situation endearingly sweet.

Curiosity led you to Miles' TikTok profile, eager to devour his other videos. There were only four more since the viral one—each one a treasure in its own right. The most recent one caught your attention immediately. In it, Miles addressed the growing curiosity about his crush's identity. "So, my account's blown up way more than I expected," he started, a mix of surprise and caution in his tone. "And to answer the question everyone's asking: no, I won't be showing what they look like. The reasons? I don't want someone sweeping in before I get my chance to express my feelings, and I definitely don't want them getting hate from people being delusional. That's it. I hope that clears things up. Now, please stop asking."

You couldn't help but vocalize your admiration, "We stan an intellectual king," admiring his consideration and respect for his crush's privacy.

The second video was a delicate blend of candor and restraint, hinting at what led to his latest update. Miles appeared hesitant, weighing each word as if he was trying to maintain boundaries amidst his sudden online fame. "I get that you're all curious, and I appreciate the love, but please stop flooding my DMs for updates. It's not about what they look like, it's about who they are, the person I've come to admire from a distance. I'll share more about them, sure, but I'm going to keep it vague from now on. Some things... they need to stay just between us, even in this digital world."

Each word he spoke felt like a secret shared just with you, despite the thousands of other viewers.

You were drawn deeper into the story of this boy and his unseen crush; his words painted a picture of an affection that was pure and profound, leaving you eagerly anticipating the next chapter in this digital love story.

In the third video, he responded to a comment about his appearance.

budsinlighter: Why are you so afraid to confess/talk when you're this good-looking?

As you watch, you find yourself nodding agreeing—Miles really is handsome. His face, a beautiful blend of African-Latino heritage, is marked by a rich brown skin tone that glows under the camera light. His hazel eyes, fringed with curly eyelashes, are deeply expressive, radiating a mix of vulnerability and warmth.

But it's his smile that captures your heart—a boyish, charming smile that brings out small dimples at the corners of his full, two-toned lips. There's a hesitant yet genuine quality to it, like he's still getting used to being seen and appreciated.

Miles' hair adds to his distinctive look—3B curls in a stylish brown undercut, the sides neatly trimmed, making the curls on top stand out even more. His skin appears smooth, almost poreless, adding to his youthful appearance. His high cheekbones are accentuated every time he smiles or laughs, adding to the boyish charm that makes him so endearing.

Miles answers with a shy laugh, "I guess I don't really see myself like that. I mean, on campus, I try to dress nice sometimes, but mostly, it's just a big hoodie, sweats, and a beanie for me." He fiddles with the sleeve of his shirt, looking more like a boy trying to find comfort in his own skin than the confident image he's portrayed.

He continues, his voice dropping a bit as he shares something deeply personal. "Growing up, I was... different. I was lanky, had acne, pretty short. Got a lot of flak for it, from family and at school." He shrugs, his eyes drift away from the camera, as if revisiting those memories isn't easy. "So now, even when people call me attractive, it's hard to believe. I still feel like that kid sometimes, you know? It's weird getting compliments when you've spent so long seeing yourself in a completely different way."

As he speaks, there's an honesty that resonates with you. His struggles, his transformation, the dissonance between how the world sees him and how he sees himself – it all paints a picture of someone who's grown, yet still carries the scars of his past.

"Poor baby," You sigh, feeling yourself relate to him even more.

As you tap on the last video, you see that it's a six-minute Q&A of Miles answering the most liked questions from his viral video's comments. You lean in, intrigued.

The intimate setting of his dorm room, with posters adorning the walls and a soft light casting a cozy glow, makes it feel like a personal chat.

kirano-indemguts: How old are you?

Miles responded with an easy smile, "I'm 19, born in August. Makes me a Leo, if anyone's into astrology."

gimmiegimmeamaniepedi: Height?

He looked momentarily puzzled, as if the question hadn't crossed his mind before. "Oh, uh, I'm not sure how tall they are, but I don't really care, tall, short. But if you mean me, I think I'm around 6'2," he said, giving a small, almost shy laugh. He gestured to his frame, as if to offer a visual confirmation of his height.

kiranoeiw: Are u a top or bottom 😛

Miles' expression shifted to one of mild confusion and embarrassment. His voice dropped to a near whisper, and he looked down, a blush coloring his cheeks. "I, um, I don't really know what that means..." He coughed slightly, regaining his composure. "Let's go to the next question."

hhhobies: your video make my whole day💗💖✴🌺 but can you make my hole weak?💞💞✌🏻

For a moment, Miles blinked, his expression one of confusion. Then, as the meaning of the words sunk in, his eyes widened slightly. He stuttered, momentarily lost for words. "You guys really just go for it, huh?" he finally managed to say, his laughter breaking through the initial shock as he moved on to the next question.

samiyasosa: Have you ever been in a relationship before?

Miles hummed thoughtfully, his fingers absentmindedly tousling the top of his hair. "No, I haven't," he admitted with a hint of vulnerability. "I was kind of just... there, ya know? Watching everyone else navigate dating and relationships while I never really jumped in."

You found yourself nodding in agreement, his words mirroring your own experiences. Like Miles, you had always thought it smarter to wait until after high school to explore dating, a decision advised by the adults around you.

Now, in college, you found yourself inexperienced in the dating scene.

Your attention returned to the video as Miles fell into a moment of quiet reflection, his sigh soft and contemplative. He looked away, his gaze distant. "If they're not interested or I get rejected, it's okay," he spoke, his tone imbued with a sense of bittersweet acceptance. "I can't force anyone to like me. Everyone's their own person, right? Sure, it'll hurt, but... that's life."

You didn't need to see the question to know what was asked because his response was more than enough; his ability to accept and maturity to prepare for any potential outcome of his crush situation earned your silent applause.

The video ended with him mustering a smile, shrugging off the sadness. "I'll keep you guys updated. Bye for now, and thanks for all the support."

As the screen went dark, you let out a sigh, echoing his sentiment. "Same, Miles. Same," you muttered, feeling a connection to his candidness and honesty. Your thoughts briefly wandered, pondering the complexities of unrequited feelings and the bravery it took to express them.

The shrill sound of your alarm abruptly pulled you back to reality, signaling the end of your brief escape into Miles' world.

With a groan and an exaggerated eye roll, you shut off the alarm and sat up, preparing to switch gears. "From crushing on a TikTok confession to deciphering ancient myths," you quipped with a touch of sarcasm, reaching for your mythology textbook. "Because clearly, my academic life is as thrilling as my non-existent love life."

As you gathered your study materials, a final glance at your phone screen showed Miles' TikTok account still open. Finding his entire situation and candidness on his account endearing, you couldn't help but press 'Follow,' a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

There was something about him—his vulnerability, his honesty—that resonated with you.

Eager to see how his story unfolded, you made a mental note to keep up with his updates.

With a newfound sense of connection, albeit to a stranger on the internet, you turned your attention to your homework, the mythological tales waiting to be unraveled.

Yet, somewhere in the back of your mind, the thought of Miles and his unspoken love story lingered, a sweet distraction from the mundane routine of college life.

A weary groan escaped your lips as you trudged into your dorm room. Glancing to the left, you noticed your roommate's side still empty, a stark reminder of her absence since Fall Break.

Now, with Winter Break fast approaching and the weight of semester final exams bearing down, her continued absence felt more pronounced.

You shuffled to your side of the room, dropping your backpack with a thud onto the desk. Exhaustion overwhelmed you as you collapsed facedown onto your bed, letting out a muffled scream into your pillow.

Your brain felt like it had been put through a blender after completing your final mythology exam.

Apsu, Hercules, Persphone, Gilgamesh,Antigone,Tiamat,Aphrodi—AHHH! So much to recall!

You were so grateful for your professor's open-notes policy. Though the only downside was that you were only allowed three notecards to put said notes on.

An award should be given for the way you managed to cram an entire semester’s worth of lessons onto those three cards.

Your hand lazily reached into your pocket to fetch the notecards and see if they reflected anything you recalled from the exam, but it came up empty. Your face scrunched up in confusion, only to relax as the memory of giving them away came back. You could still picture the sea of stressed faces in the exam hall, the clock ticking down, TAs patrolling the room.

Luckily, with your trusty cards, you managed to finish with 45 minutes to spare; you must have given them away in such a generous mood.

"Oh well, did my good deed for the day," you mused with a resigned sigh, kicking off your shoes and burrowing into the comfort of your blankets. Your phone in hand, you prepared for a well-deserved TikTok binge session.

A few weeks had passed since you first discovered Miles' account. Today, your scrolling came to a halt as his face appeared in a new update. He was outdoors, away from the familiar confines of his dorm room, his cheeks tinted with excitement and a hint of nervousness.

As Miles began to speak, the world around him faded into insignificance. He was sharing a story about his crush, each word pulling you deeper into the narrative.

You leaned in, captivated, as he recounted the events, oblivious to everything else but his story unfolding on your screen.

He described the moment with a sense of wonder in his voice. "They were one of the first to finish the exam," he said, his eyes lighting up at the memory. "As they walked up the lecture hall, they made eye contact with me. Just for a second, they slowed down..."

You could almost see it happening—the quiet of the exam hall, the tension in the air, Miles sitting there, lost and overwhelmed. Then they appeared in his story, a momentary savior with a simple question that changed everything.

Miles' voice softened, a smile creeping into his tone. "They mouthed, 'Do you need notes?' I just nodded, too stunned to speak. And then, they did the most amazing thing." He paused, as if reliving the kindness in his mind. "They dropped the notecard near my foot, pretending to pick it up for me. Like it was mine all along."

You pictured the scene: their quick thinking, the subtle exchange of the notecard, the careful glance to ensure they weren’t caught. It was a scene straight out of a movie, and you were captivated by every detail.

"Their smile..." Miles continued, a dreamy quality in his voice. "It was so genuine, so kind. For a moment, my heart just... stopped. And when it started again, it was like a drum in my chest."

You could feel his confusion, his awe, the rush of emotions that must have coursed through him. The way he described it, you were right there in that lecture hall, watching the scene unfold, feeling his heart skip and restart.

As he recounted the moment, an unexpected memory flashed through your mind. You saw yourself back in the mythology exam room, finishing early. Your attention was drawn to a figure hunched over in the corner.

A boy, unmistakably overwhelmed, with his hoodie drawn over his head and his leg tapping out a nervous rhythm against the floor.

The scene was crystal clear in your mind—the palpable sense of his distress pulled at your heartstrings.

You recalled every detail... his slouched posture, the way his hoodie shadowed his face, his leg nervously bouncing as he stared down at an exam paper, still on the first page.

Your footsteps slowed as you approached, noticing his pencil tapping against the small foldable desk in a frantic tempo. When he sensed your presence, he looked up, his eyes meeting yours in a moment of silent communication.

In a hushed tone, barely above a whisper, you asked, "Do you need notes?" His nod was all the confirmation you needed. You quickly devised a plan, crouching beside him and pretending to pick up the notecard you had secretly folded in your hand.

You were acutely aware of the TA's watchful eyes pausing their patrol, scrutinizing your interaction for any signs of cheating.

You flashed an innocent smile to the TA, then turned back to the boy, saying softly, "Here, your notecard fell under your seat." Placing the cards gently in his hands, you offered him a reassuring smile before gathering your belongings to leave.

Snapped back to the present by Miles' voice on your phone, the pieces suddenly clicked together. As the realization dawned on you, the video became a distant drone in the background. That boy was Miles.

You were the one who helped him. He was the boy you helped.

Your heart raced as everything clicked into place. The crush Miles had been talking about all this time... it was you.

In a daze, you dropped your phone, the reality of the situation crashing over you like a wave. He likes you. Miles, the earnest, kind-hearted boy from TikTok, likes you.

"Hold up... HE LIKES ME!?!" The thought sent you rolling onto your stomach, screeching into your pillow in disbelief. "That hot piece of a man likes me!?"

After a moment of wild disbelief, you slowly sat up, a whirlwind of thoughts swirling in your head. What should you do? Should you reach out to him? The thought of initiating contact with Miles, knowing he had feelings for you, sent a thrill of excitement mixed with nervousness through you.

As you contemplated your next move, a sense of anticipation built within you. This wasn’t just a story unfolding on your phone screen anymore; it was happening to you.

And somehow, that made it all the more exhilarating.

Gathering up courage you didn't know you had, you decided to take a leap of faith.

With a mix of nervousness and excitement, you typed out a message to Miles on TikTok, your fingers hesitating slightly over the send button.

butt-____-nna Did the notecards help?

The question felt both monumental and incredibly simple.

You glanced at your own TikTok profile—less than two followers, a single grainy video, a username that now seemed embarrassingly childish, and an anime icon.

The vulnerability of reaching out to someone like Miles, who seemed so put together, suddenly hit you.

Almost an hour ticked by with no response, the silence stretching out uncomfortably. Each minute felt longer than the last, filling you with doubt.

Finally, Miles' reply came through:

milesmorales Yeah, it did. Statistics is a tough course.

Confusion furrowed your brow. You typed back, trying to keep your tone light despite the mix-up:

butt-____-nna Stat? The only notes I gave out were for mythology. So, if you used it for that, sorry to say, but you failed, bud.

You hit send, and then there was nothing but silence.

Miles' profile went inactive.

A heavy sigh escaped you as you berated yourself for possibly jumping to conclusions.

It was a huge college, and you weren't the only one helping others during finals.

Laughing at yourself for even entertaining the thought, you swiped off the app and impulsively deleted it, your heart sinking just a bit.

But just before the app disappeared, a new text notification from Miles appeared, lost amidst your hasty decision.

You didn't see it, consumed by your self-doubt and the decision to move on, leaving the possibility of what might have been with Miles unanswered.

The following week, as you return to your mythology class to discuss a possible makeup exam with your professor, a hooded figure sitting near the door catches your attention.

You take the empty seat next to them, unaware of their sudden tenseness and subtle shift in posture.

Lost in your own world, you mindlessly scroll through your phone, diving into the latest #fnafxreader stories.

Your AirPods are in, blaring Keane's "Frog Prince." The lyrics resonate with you in the moment—"Your prince's crown...Cracks and falls down...Your castle hollow and cold."

Meanwhile, the figure next to you is engrossed in their own phone. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice a text popping up on your phone from the dorm floor group chat. It's about Miles going live.

For a brief second, you consider redownloading TikTok to join in, but the gripping Michael Afton x reader fanfic you're reading—as well as lingering embarrassment—holds your attention too tightly.

You make a mental note to ask your dorm-floor friends for a recap later—they're just as obsessed with this cute TikTok love story as you are, and you've spent many evenings in the lounge room discussing it. So, with a swipe, you dismiss the notification and dive back into your story, the intriguing plotline drawing you in once more.

Your heart pounded in your chest, each beat echoing the terror that coursed through your veins. Blood trickled from the cuts scattered across your body, the result of your desperate attempts to escape. Gasping for breath, you glanced at your watch: 5:25 AM. "Just 35 minutes to go," you told yourself, your mind clinging to the hope of surviving until dawn. You pushed forward, your feet pounding against the cold, hard floor of the empty corridor. The eerie silence was punctuated only by your labored breathing and the distant, ominous hum of the pizzeria. You could almost feel the malevolent gaze of the animatronics lurking in the shadows. As you turned a corner, a chilling sound froze you in your tracks—the unmistakable metallic thunks of someone, or something, pursuing you. Panic surged through you. "Shit, shit, shit," you cursed under your breath, your eyes desperately searching for a haven. Spotting a room nearby, you lunged towards it, slamming the door shut behind you. From beyond the door, a hauntingly familiar voice sang out. "____~" Michael's voice was taunting, playful yet sinister. "It's not nice to run away during a playdate~" Your eyes narrowed, and your lips pressed into a thin line as his words seeped into your ears, sending shivers down your spine. Memories flooded back to the day you saw Michael's true nature—the day he and your brother cruelly played with little Evan, placing his head inside the mechanical Fazbear's head. That moment should have been a warning sign of the madness lurking within Michael, but you never anticipated how his obsession would turn toward you. Now, trapped in your role as a security officer at the pizzeria, you found yourself not only evading the demonic animatronics but also Michael, whose fixation had morphed into a deadly game of cat and mouse. The room you'd taken refuge in felt claustrophobic, the air thick with tension. You pressed your back against the door, listening intently to the sounds outside. Every creak and whisper heightened your fear, and you braced yourself for what might come next. This pizzeria, once a place of joy and laughter, had become a labyrinthine nightmare, and escaping unscathed felt more impossible with each passing second. BAM—the door...

The intensity of the fanfic was cut short by your notification bar going off incessantly. There were so many messages coming in from the group chat that you could hardly read a thing.

With a huff, you clicked off the fanfic to see what all the fuss was about. "It better not be another fire drill because someone was smoking," you bitterly thought, recalling the last time you all had to stand out in the cold at 3 in the morning because someone smoked in the dorms.

As you opened the group chat, you were bombarded with messages, all talking about Miles' current live session. The excitement in the chat was palpable, but you couldn't help feeling a bit detached, still nursing the sting of your recent embarrassment.

Just as the flurry of texts seemed to slow down, you finally had a moment to catch up on a few messages before another wave hit.

Toni No because Miles is freaking out on live because he sees his crush and doesn't know what to do!!

Kiko Didn't he post earlier that he think he might have gotten in contact with them recently???

The chat erupted again before you could process this.

Kyi The live is BOOOMING! AHHHH! WAIT HE SAID HE'S LOGGING OFF AND FINNA SPEAK AJUSHGSBSBHSA

Your curiosity piqued, but before you could delve deeper, a deluge of new messages flooded the chat, making it nearly impossible to keep up.

You started to type a message, asking for more details, but were interrupted by a throat-clearing sound.

You looked up, wide-eyed, half-expecting to see your professor giving you a disapproving look. It wouldn't be the first time you'd been caught off-guard while reading.

Instead, the source of the interruption wasn't your professor at all; it was the figure seated to your left.

Turning your head, your lips pulled into a slight pout, a mixture of frustration from the incessant chatter in the chat and the unexpected disturbance.

As your gaze settled on the person next to you, your brain took a moment to register who it was.

It was Miles.

The realization hit you like a ton of bricks.

There, in the flesh, was Miles, the same guy you'd been reading about, discussing with friends, and watching from afar on TikTok. He was right beside you, the subject of the flurry of messages on your phone.

Your heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, you were speechless, the line between the virtual world and reality blurring strikingly.

Miles' eyes roamed over your face, as if he couldn’t quite believe you were real. He cleared his throat again, looking away briefly as his ears and the apples of his cheeks flushed a light pink. "I-..." He paused, collecting his thoughts, then met your eyes again, his expression morphing into a half-cute, boyish smile. "Thanks for the notecards. I still don’t get why our professor thought it was realistic to remember the birthplace of Odysseus's fake alias, Quintus Metellus, from The Odyssey. I mean, who actually remembers he claimed to be from Crete?" he joked.

You returned his smile, feeling a sense of ease. "Heh, I try. As you could see from those cards, I really didn’t want to fail."

Miles chuckled, sitting up straighter, a newfound confidence in his voice. "Hey, I don’t blame you. Honestly, if it wasn’t for you, I would’ve had to repeat this class, no joke."

Rolling your eyes playfully, you waved off his compliment. "Please," you giggled, "I've heard about you from one of my dormmates; you're practically a genius in chemistry. Acing exams, breezing through lectures, even correcting the professor once or twice."

At your words, Miles looked bashfully at you, his lips curling into a sweet smile, his head tilting slightly as he gazed at you, eyes wandering over your features—from your eyes to your nose, then your lips—as if trying to memorize every detail.

In his look, there was a sense of yearning and awe, reminiscent of how Hippolytus might have gazed upon the goddess Artemis in his final moments, a look filled with admiration for something pure and unattainable, his expression tinged with the bittersweet understanding of beauty admired under the shadow of an unjust fate.

This gaze, filled with a mix of reverence and a hint of sadness, seemed to say you were his Artemis, a figure of innocent wonderment amidst the complexities of his world.

"What?" you asked, raising an eyebrow to mask your growing fluster.

"It's just… you’re really cool," his voice carried a soft tone, mixed with endearment.

You smiled and shrugged lightly, a playful tone in your voice. "What can I say? I'm awesome."

A soft smile spread across Miles' face, his eyes softening in a way that left you momentarily breathless. The usual intensity that lingered in his gaze transformed into something tender, a warmth that seemed to reach out and touch you. "Yeah... you are," he said, his voice low and filled with a gentle observation that seemed to see not just you, but into you.

The way he said it, with such earnestness and a hint of awe, made your heart flutter in a way you hadn't anticipated. It was as if his words carried more than just a simple affirmation; they were laced with an unspoken admiration.

It was your turn to clear your throat and look away to try and compose yourself. Your thoughts were interrupted as the professor’s office door swung open and out walked a blonde-haired girl.

"Now Gwen, I want this to be the last year you retake my course—" Professor Osborn started, but Gwen cut him off with an exasperated sigh.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she said dismissively. "But be real, Mr. Osborn. I wouldn't have to retake your course for the third time if the other subjects in your department were competent to teach their subjects."

"Yes, but focusing solely on mythological romances isn’t going to get you very far, Gwen. You need to balance it out with another course," the professor retorted.

Gwen sighed and waved a hand dismissively as she walked away. "Yeah, got it," she mumbled, her gaze briefly landing on you and Miles.

There was a momentary linger in her eyes, especially on Miles, before she continued on her way.

Professor Osborn cleared his throat, calling up Miles and apologizing for the delay. "No problem, sir," Miles reassured him, getting up to follow. He slowed his steps as he reached you, leaning in slightly. "I'll wait for you after your appointment, yeah?"

You could only muster a nod, still finding everything surreal. As Miles walked into the professor’s office, you were left alone with your thoughts, the weight of the moment settling around you.

You realized that this wasn’t just a fleeting encounter; it felt like the beginning of something new, something real.

As you waited for your turn with the professor, your mind raced with possibilities. The unexpected twist of fate that brought you and Miles together in this academic setting, away from the screens and chats, felt like something out of a story.

Yet, here you were, living it.

When your appointment with the professor ended, you stepped out, finding Miles waiting as promised. His smile was warm, inviting, and for the first time, you felt a sense of excitement about what lay ahead. "Wanna grab lunch in the U-Center?" he asked, and you couldn't help but smile back, nodding in agreement.

As you walked alongside Miles, chatting about mythology, classes, and everything in between, you realized that sometimes, life has a way of bringing stories off the screen and into reality.

And perhaps, just maybe, this was the start of your own real-life story.

A/N: ahahaahah. not me indulging in college romance. y'all im just out here being delusional and need and outlet 💀💀

[ssaaaronmontgomery]

I guess it’s my turn, yeah? 🙊

These are just a few photos that make my brain short circuit: (I have roughly 700 more where this came from don’t @ me🥴)

*ahem* hold on to your horses because I have a lot to say. (Some nsfw minors DNI)

1st photo- SIR. The stare?? THE TRUCK??? THE FUCKING SUIT??? My god 😩. don’t test me.. if you wanted me to suck your dick all you had to do was ask, Daddy 🥴

2nd photo- THE SELFIE??? It’s so cute 😩❤️ his sunglasses on his head?? How fluffy and soft his hair looks??? 😩😩😩 the lil smirk he’s doing?? 😵‍💫 ooooffffff I cannot handle him rn

3rd photo- HAKDLCJSL I LOVE THIS PHOTO SM 🥺 his lil smile?? And how tight that shirt looks on him?? oh to grab him by the tie and kiss him 😭❤️ Christine, you were one lucky woman 😩

4th photo- bestie this blue polo gets me every single time. this photo was my wallpaper for the longest and I love how happy he looks. happiness looks so good on him.😮‍💨 OH AND HIS ARMS??? Cannot forget about his arms and his fluffy hair 😩🦋 what I would give for him to lay in my lap so I could run my fingers through it fr 🥺

5th photo- this picture… this fucking picture.. THE GRAY IN HIS TEMPLES???? THE GRAY IN HIS SCRUFF??? The suit??? 😩🦋🦋🦋🦋 if there’s one thing that will make my brain short circuit faster than anything, it’s Thomas Gibson in a suit 😩❤️ lord. AND WITH GRAY? This man is sending me to an early grave I just know it 😭

6th photo- alright if y’all know me y’all KNOW I love this man’s neck. and this photo??! THE VEIN THAT IS BEGGING TO BE LICKED??? His fucking arms that he’s just showing off FOR FREE??? 😩🥴 oh lord help me I am not thinking sfw thoughts rn 😭🦋🦋🦋

TL;DR: respectfully… rail me, Daddy.

Hmmmmfffggfffajassaaa yes.

Anyway.

Okay bestie!! Here we go!!

(This post is nsfw. Minors DNI)

1st photo- YES! He looks so serious and I would let him command my every move without an argument. I would give him anything and everything.

And in any position.

2nd photo- Is it my terrible eyesight or do I spot a dimple?! I swear I see one and I loveeee!! I just hope the sunglasses didn't get tangled in his luscious locks🥺 because I've been in that situation and it sucks. He knows he looks good and the smirk proves it. This man😩✋.

3rd photo- That shirt he is wearing😵‍💫. Love. I live to see him in shirts like that and especially when he is doing something that makes it tighter👀. Christine was very lucky indeed.

4th photo- His smile in this one just warms my heart🥹. I love his full toothy smiles and when he looks genuinely happy🥰. The polo has me🛐. Hmmmfffppppfff he's wearing a watch again 🥵. The watch doesn't make him look good, he makes the watch look good. Anyway👀

5th photo- His scruff just🥹🥰🤭. I just want to grab his cheeks (the ones on his face.... or? maybe? the other ones-👀) anyway.... I totally want to touch his other cheeks don't question me. and kiss him and rub my fingers over his scruff🥰. Thomas Gibson in a suit is something we have seen so much of but somehow I still need more of it!!

6th photo- I just want to come up behind him and start sucking and licking his neck. Then he slowly lets his head fall back, because let's be honest, he loves it🤭. He should charge money to let us see his arms.

You know I would pay him so much for it🙄✋.

Thomas I have my eyes on you look out.

The last part you said is funny because before I saw this I was going to post something that said "rail me sir" lmao. TG people sharing one braincell that exists only for Thomas Gibson.

Bestie this was so fun and I can't wait for more!!

[seiwas]

i love this ari!! 🥺

characterisation is always something i look forward to when reading your works ari 🥺 i feel like you get it every time!!! i love little blurb explorations like this bc it feels like putting them under a lil microscope and that you did!!!

i agree that he's a bit detached 🥺 i see him that way too—a bit out of reach, y'know? neither here nor there. and i also agree that there's a softness to him when he's alone 🥺 you also have his mannerisms down to a t!!

and he was insistent, persuasive. awfully whiny. assuring you that he’d be quick, that you wouldn’t miss the next one. <- this is so like him omfg

i so love how you set up their dynamic; reader thinks gojo isn't very fond of them bc he's always a little less than how he normally is but... that's literally it!! it's because he's with reader that he's able to kind of let loose that way 🥺 that being said, i also like how reader isn't necessarily close to gojo but wants to be (i don't read a lot of works with this dynamic!!)—it's refreshing to me!!

deep within your chest, like a stunted seaweed, sprouts a tiny pang of disappointment. <- i love that you continued the theme of the sea!!! UGH so satisfying!!

”you’ll warm me up, no?” the words fall from your lips before you can think to reel them in... but instead come out sounding a little too much like an honest request. <- i screAMED at that you'll warm me line sdbj but also at the bit of reeling in words (bc again, it's so thematic!! so satifsying!!) and then there's the fact that it slips past reader's lips honestly instead of jokingly 😭😭

and it’s back. that grin. toothy, boyish. his cheeks are rosy, from the chill of the air, or so you assume. then he’s taking a couple strides forward, broaching the distance between you. <- rosy cheeks from the air or so you assume!!! (ofc u assume!! bc it isnt from the air!! no it's from you!!) UGHHHH i love this ari... and the bits describing how he's warm and cozy too 🥺 i always hc that gojo runs a bit cold, lanky and lean and everything but i still adore the idea that he is everything we don't expect him to be 🥺

(gojo glances at your lips. he wonders if they’d taste as salty as the air.) <- the repetition!! the callback!! i love that so much!! and to end it like this too 🥺 with the hope that they're both thinking abt each other the same way 🥺 ugh mY HEART!!!

their dialogue is so cute!! and there's also so much in the unspoken and you know how much i love that 🥺 and how reader views gojo is sos o so precious my heart is crying sdbgas:

gojo honest to god giggles, at that, and you fear your knees might give out beneath your weight. fuck, has he always had dimples? why are you only noticing them now? <- this line HAD me lMAO it's soOOO vulnerable and raw and real. crying just thinking abt how cute he is rn

gojo’s eyes widen. ever so slightly, barely enough to even notice, until they bloom — with a kind of bubbly excitement. unconcealed giddiness. there’s something awfully precious about it, like a child buying cotton candy at their first fair. it makes you want to tuck him into your pocket. keep him safe. <- i feel so much of your affection for him here and 🥺 aaaah this makes me so emotional ari udek 🥺 just want him to stay like this forever!!

as always, your descriptions are always so vivid in your writing!! you have such beautiful prose 🥺 i have so many favourite parts!!!

satoru gojo is an anomaly, a blurry cluster of stars. or maybe more like a planet, big and blue, spinning around its own orbit, out of reach for every single star in the sky. <- i am such a sucker for space related descriptions too 😭

something that almost seems fragile, under the light of the moon, when the dark sky casts a shadow to obscure the contours of his face and no one’s around to notice if his smile isn't as big as it should be. <- idk if u intended it for this, but the visual this gave me was kind of like the waning (or waxing? i always mix the two) of the moon!!! how the shadows move around his face that way 🥺

summer’s ending, burning into little cinders, sputtering out before your very eyes + the rusting of leaves, contaminated by a muddy hue, turned orange and brown and red beneath your heavy feet; littering the murky, empty streets of the rainy towns you cross. <- your descriptions for the seasons were so vivid!!!! i love that so much!!

everything smells of saltwater. a little like rotten fish. every breath you exhale turns into a flurry of vapour, mingling with the breezy seasalt of the open air; scattering away into the thin layer of mist all around you, until you can’t tell which is which. <- i also adore this so much. i feel like i haven't really read a lot of sea/beach descriptions that are like this, and i love it bc it's so real 😭 this rlly is what the sea smells like, and it isn't all that pleasant 😭

 in tandem, the two of you, stuck within that shade of blue.  <- such a pretty line!! but i also love it because, despite all he is, he still has it in him to be amazed, y'know? a little mesmerised at the sea 🥺

then the end bit:

you like him, unfortunately. inevitably. you think you may even like him a lot, a little more than you should. a little more than he could reciprocate. <- this line hurts as much as it heals, because, 'a little more than he could reciprocate' & it all ties back in to the first point, that he's a bit detached, out of reach—unavailable really. and it's sweet that reader likes him, but it's also so so sad that that there's a limit to it, like an upper ceiling that matches the capacity gojo can handle.

this was such a lovely read ari 🥺 so refreshing and of course, so well-written!! i am going through your works little by little and enjoying every bit of it 🥺

gojo always seems to be off in a world of his own.

a little detached, you think. awkwardly long limbs constantly on the move, eyes stuck in a direction no one else can follow, a trajectory you don’t think even he knows. one blink and he's gone, just like that. too far ahead, too far above, even on the occasions he slows down and lets you catch up.

flimsy, maybe. like he’ll get carried away by the breeze when spring rolls around. like he’d turn into seafoam if you reached out and touched him.

satoru gojo is an anomaly, a blurry cluster of stars. or maybe more like a planet, big and blue, spinning around its own orbit, out of reach for every single star in the sky. 

high and mighty, cocky and cool. silly and bright. but there's a softness to him when he's alone, you’ve come to learn. something that almost seems fragile, under the light of the moon, when the dark sky casts a shadow to obscure the contours of his face, and no one’s around to notice if his smile isn't as big as it should be.

no one except for you, anyhow.

(you wonder if your presence is really that inconsequential to him.)

the beach is entirely empty, save for you and gojo. and summer’s ending, before your very eyes, sputtering out. burning into little cinders.

tokyo is just beginning to dip its toes into autumn, the frost and chill, the hiss of the biting wind. the rusting of the leaves, contaminated by a muddy hue, turned orange and brown and red beneath your heavy feet; littering the murky, empty streets of the rainy towns you cross. smelling of rotten apples and cinnamon, old books and burning wood.

it’s dark out. painted a thick gray, the sky is blanketed by heavy clouds, the entire world hidden behind that coating of wool. not a single sliver of starlight slips through, but there's a comfort to it, that feeling of being cocooned — safe and warm. a feeling cruelly stripped away by the nipping of the wind at your bare skin, but you digress.

everything smells of saltwater. a little like rotten fish. every breath you exhale turns into a flurry of vapour, mingling with the breezy seasalt of the open air. scattering away into the thin layer of mist all around you, until you can’t tell which is which. 

a sense of foreboding sinks into your veins.

(you look out at the jagged rocks piercing the surface of the sea, and dully wonder how they’d feel piercing your skin.)

something shivers, to your right. a flicker of movement, a barely audible chatter of teeth. and then, a white puff of vapour.

”man, it’s cold.”

gojo looks displeased. 

only vaguely, a little crease between his eyebrows as he stuffs his hands into the pockets of his puffy baseball jacket. moving his feet a little, to warm up, snowy tufts of white hair tousled by the ocean breeze. his shoes are muddied by the wet sand, but he doesn't seem to mind.  

a soft scoff leaves your lips, mostly harmless. maybe just a little smug. ”told you,” you click your tongue. 

gojo whines. his sunglasses are starting to fog up, you notice. ”it’s still summer!” he pouts. ”i thought the sea would be nice and breezy!”

an unimpressed look smooths over your face. gracing him with a raise of your brow, you don’t fully manage to bite back the soft smile that follows. don’t even really attempt to.

it’s been a long day. evidently not long enough for gojo, seeing as he dragged you down here — even though he knew it meant missing the train you were supposed to board after successfully finishing your mission. he just had to get a closer look at the sea. just for a moment or two. 

and he was insistent, persuasive. awfully whiny. assuring you that he’d be quick, that you wouldn’t miss the next one. 

(what made you agree was simply the thought of spending some more time with him. not like you could ever tell him that, though.)

so there you stand. two juveniles, shivering and shifting from foot to foot, on the brink of nightfall, the edge of summertime. watching the sea stretch out into infinity, across the gap between this world and the next. a murky blue. easy on the eyes.

the noise of the sea fills your ears; waves crashing into the sand, the whistling of the wind, seagulls crying out in the distance. and faraway, the chatter of a rattling train. a cacophony of sounds, buzzing and crackling, melting together. 

scattered across the beach are countless tiny white seashells, and the occasional green glimmer of a glass shard. mermaids’ tears, shed for lost sailors — or so you’ve heard. you wonder if the mermaids ever shed tears for lost sorcerers. probably not.

a shiver runs through your body, down to your cold hands, the tips of your fingers. reddish and itching for warmth. you tuck them into your pockets with a breathless exhale, still shaking a little. 

you and gojo aren’t very close. you’d like to call him a friend, but it's hard — when he's so enamored with suguru, so animated around shoko. with you, he always seems kind of —

stiff? 

or maybe more like bored.

he doesn't laugh as loudly, doesn’t act as cocky. doesn't flaunt his knowledge on sorcery, and isn't as clingy as he is with the other two.

(you've never liked people touching you. it's not hard for other people to discern, with how you flinch away when they get close.

still, you can't help but feel a little jealous when you see him tugging suguru and shoko around.)

sprouting deep within your chest, a tiny pang of disappointment. it’d be nice if you could grow closer, you think. just a little would be fine. 

”i like the sea.”

you turn your head.

gojo looks a little lost in thought. gaze trained on that expanding ocean before you, those splotches of blue and gray, the waves that bruise the edge of the sand. forlorn, maybe.

a hum buzzes in your dry throat. ”do you?”

”mm.” little white breaths slip from his lips. you wonder if they’d taste as salty as the air. ”’ts nice.”

a silence stretches out before you. delicate, like a sheet of glass. gojo picks at a piece of lint on his sleeve, and you shift from foot to foot. then he closes his eyes — a flutter of his dewy eyelashes.

”kinda makes you feel like everything’s about to end, huh?”

you look at him, but don’t see anything. a single glimpse of his closed eyes is all you gain from the glance you send his way, but it’s not enough. not enough blue to fall into, no expression to savour. he looks the same as always.

but you’ve never heard his voice sound like this before.

”… end?”

and with that, they flicker open. there it is, you think. that vibrant blue. only to be obscured once more, when he turns to you fully, a smile playing at his glossy lips. ”don’t think so?”

a second passes. you look forward.

what you see is as follows: waves upon waves upon waves. the same blue and gray, as far as the eye can see. a sea big enough to drown each and every one of your worries. 

something comes over you. a sensation of loneliness, something close to longing. a feeling of being rather lost. searching for something. your eyes trail over those jagged rocks, again. the mermaids’ tears, that all-consuming sea. right in front of you.

you think of the lost sailors.

(one jump and it’s all over.)

”… i guess i get it,” you breathe. salty on your tongue. a soft murmur, mingling with the mist. 

silence.

out of the corner of your eye, you see gojo shift. one moment he’s looking at you, the next he’s staring at the sea. in tandem, the two of you, stuck within that shade of blue. and you think he looks a little mesmerized, like he’s seeing something not even he can fully comprehend.

(maybe he just hasn’t had many chances to go to the beach before. something to do with being a clan kid, maybe?)

but then he clears his throat, hands moving to brush some sand off his puffy jacket and jeans. turning on his heel, hair ruffled by the breeze. he tries to sound chipper, but there’s something else there. you don’t know what it is, but…

”anyway,” he chirps. ”let’s go. we can still make it to the next train if we hurry.”

you look at him. his retreating figure, a head of white hair, surrounded by mist. a little like an apparition. then you turn towards the sea.

”… nah, that’s fine.”

a pause.

gojo stills, just about to take the first step forward. but you stay rooted in place; unmoving, staring at the blue before you, a deep longing reflected in your eyes. 

”let’s stay a little longer,” you hum, unsure of where the words came from. but you know you aren’t ready for the moment to end, just yet. that you aren’t quite ready for summer to pass.

…

all he does is stare, for a second or two. attempting to find some humour in your voice, you assume, any signs that you might just be joking. but he doesn’t find it. uncharacterstically silent, gojo stays frozen in place. 

then he puffs out a breath — amused. 

”you wanna freeze to death?” he grins, and you can hear it in his voice. you turn to face him, almost smiling. a little cheeky.

”you’ll warm me up, no?”

the words fall from your lips before you can think to reel them in. meant to sound a little snarky, you think, something akin to a chuckle — but instead come out sounding a little too much like an honest request. 

the tips of your ears feel a little warm, suddenly.

a sense of surprise smooths over the contours of gojo’s face, and his grin falters. you can’t see his eyes, can’t tell if they widen or not, but his lips part, and you note that they look soft. 

and it’s back. that grin. toothy, boyish. his cheeks are rosy from the chill of the air, or so you assume. then he’s taking a couple strides forward, broaching the distance between you.

he throws an arm over your shoulder. a heavy weight against you, grounding, causing you to stumble. friendly, tugging you close. into his orbit.

(no infinity, you note. you can feel his body heat seeping through the fabric.)

it's nice. he's tall, and he's warm. cozy, protecting you from the bitter cold, like your own personal furnace. no wonder suguru never catches any colds, with someone like this draped over him all the time.

gojo speaks. there’s a sweetness to his voice, a mellow kind of contentment; bubbling up like seafoam, spilling from his glossy lips. you can feel his warm breath on your skin.

”well, duh.”

when your gaze falls on him, he's already looking at you. leaning closer, sunglasses slipping a little further down the bridge of his nose — enough to expose the blue of his eyes, the tiny splotches of white scattered across his aquamarine iris. like a cracked marble. or a summer sea.

he’s speaking again, and you almost don't hear it. distracted by those cracked marbles, the strawberry red of his cheeks, the warmth shared between you. the pitter patter of your heartbeat, like waves crashing against the sand. mesmerized. not daring to look away.

almost like you’d cease to exist, were he to close his eyes. like your existence hinges entirely on the blue of those irises.

(and maybe it does.)

he nods towards the sea, and grins. a mischievous glint in his eyes. ”wanna take a dip?” he asks, and you can’t tell if he’s joking or not. it makes you laugh, either way.

”do you want to freeze to death?” you raise a brow, exhaling amusedly. subtly angling your body closer to his, hoping he won’t notice.

gojo honest to god giggles, at that, and you fear your knees might give out beneath your weight. fuck, has he always had dimples? why are you only noticing them now? 

”hehe. i just think it'd be fun!” he chirps, still draped over you like an overgrown cat, and you almost find yourself saying yes. just to keep the summer from ending, keep him from being swept away by the breeze.

but summer is ending. slipping away, second by second, like two juveniles drowned by an ocean wave. never to be found.

and in comes autumn, the smell of rotting apples, the crunch of sand beneath your feet. an arm over your shoulder, an intake of breath; the taste of nice, crispy air on your tongue. 

a chuckle flows from your lips. all you see before you is blue, a murky shade, a vibrant hue. you think you could drown in it. you’re not sure you’d mind.

”maybe next time,” you whisper.

gojo’s eyes widen. ever so slightly, barely enough to even notice. then they bloom, with a kind of bubbly excitement, unconcealed giddiness. there’s something awfully precious about it, like a child buying cotton candy at their first fair. it makes you want to tuck him into your pocket. keep him safe.

you like him, unfortunately. inevitably. you think you may even like him a lot, a little more than you should. a little more than he could reciprocate. 

satoru gojo. high and mighty, cocky and cool. silly and bright. a seaborne boy with his very own orbit, born to carry the weight of the world, spinning so close that you can almost delude yourself into thinking he feels the same. 

almost.

(gojo glances at your lips. he wonders if they’d taste as salty as the air.)

[heyharoldsboo]

Hi, just wondering your thoughts on JP and HAF.

🙋‍♀️

They make my lil heart melt, honestly. I mean… the dimples??? The SMILES???

🫠🫠🥺🥺🖤🖤 I want to smush their cheeks and tell them they’re precious.

[muffindaddystyles]

HarryWeen: We dressed as daddy tonight!

WARNING: None, dilfrry fluffieeesss is all 🥺🥺

WORD COUNT: 900.

Harry was gonna surprise Y/N today. He and Harry Lambert kept his costume for Harryween in silly secrecy, but guess that his designer's more of his wifey's bestie than his's.

He was grinning hard at his reflection in the mirror loving the way his cheeks looks awfully cute and apple like with pink blush, his face resembling to that of a puffery fishy when the corners of false eyelashes pokes him in a weird way and he chuckles remembering all those time Y/N complains about wearing them and loosing them but he always makes sure to stick them to their mirror and mark them with a sharpie.

It was quite odd when he sent someone to call Y/N from the hall room and even that person didn’t return.

“Mark could you please call Y/N for me?” He felt giddy and bloody enthralled to see Y/N’s reaction, her bright praising eyes and bouncy toes from excitation always gives him a boost of serotonin.

His big crystal pupils rolled up to his forehead in attempt to see the cute headband adorned atop his head and he pokes it slightly to slip it back into it’s place, quickly scrambling towards the middle of room when the door-knob to the dressing room jiggled.

His mouth fell slack. His strawberry lipstick chapping a little from his heavy breathing, the room caramel-ed with the sweet giggles of his lovelies.

“You!” points at her in fake accusation, his grin irreplaceable and too wide, “Bloody you–.” He squeals with the rush of elation.

It seems like a fever dream.

“Hi, Bubby.” Y/N laughs out loudly. Harry Lambert standing behind the two with a super cheeky proud grin, “Meet your lil Dorothy!!” She bounces their thirteen months old baby on her hip.

Vinnie. Their little baby girl’s dressed exactly like her daddy, from head to toe— not even a detail goes un-matched, her chubby cute cheeks already too pink. She’s so small, so cute and Harry shakes his head vigorously in disbelief .. his dimples milking deep from him smiling hard laugh sputtering out of his goaded chest.

His heart bursts into non-stop hiccups with fondness and love that blossoms into every single of his body seeing his baby, his fucking baby dressed as him.

He could kiss Harry Lambert right now on fucking lips.

“Dada!” Vinnie makes grabby hands at his dad, thrashing her red boot covered feetsies, wiggling in her mums arms eagerly and Harry cackles out loudly giving a kiss to Y/N, “Thank you so much. You’ve no fuckin’ idea how much this means t’a me, bubbles.” He murmurs against her head pecking it last time before embracing his little precious bean in his arms, “You look cute.” She smiles kissing the tip of his nose warming up when he his features scrunches up in shyness.

“... And thank you, Harry, Yeh really deserves to get laid tonight have a sexy time.” He winks at him grumbling when his falsie irks him being his literal enemy for the time.

Vinnie coos and babbles curiously peeping up at Harry, a tiny bib around her neck to save her poor costume from getting ruined from her drools.

Harry wipes her mouth taking her dummy out as he speaks to her in the softest and sweetest voice Y/N has heard from him.

“You’re matching daddy t'night, hmm bug? Look how cute you’re.. my cutest little baby.” He croons rocking her in his arms, tapping her cheek with his pointer and watching it jiggle, feeling his heart swarm with infatuation when she giggles at her dad’s silly action.

He puts his fingers on his mouth pretending to be shocked, giving obnoxiously wide comic eyes to the little one, “Even wearin’ the same booties as dada! You copycat!” Vinnie melts all over his chest with the fits of her giggles sighing against him with a soft breather as it tires her and Harry’s feeling undescribed happiness being the reason of her giggly mood.

Y/N’s watching the duo with gleamy tender eyes, it was the best thing she came up with and she’s glad as ever that Harry Lambert also wanted to see this happiness radiate off Harry.

“You wanna be my lil candy?” He gives his baby a toothy grin when she hits her fists with loud gleeful squeals at the sight of Harry’s little basket, “Aww.” They all synchronise, laughing as Harry takes the dog stuff toy out and settles Vinnie there instead snapping her pictures with his own phone.

“Aren’t the loves of my life insanely adorable.” Y/N beams taking their pictures when Harry grabbed the basket from floor and posed with it cutely, his bubba totally on the moon enjoying being put into something small and two sizes bigger than her.

“I love you so ,so ,so much bug.” His lovin’ for his daughter getting muffled into the loud purposely smacks of ‘mwah!’ as he showers her in his kisses not caring if his pink lipsticks all over her soft face making her smell like strawberries.

He loves it when his scents is on her and her honey sweet baby scent is all over his chest from holding her for dear life everytime.

“You and mumma g'na come and see dada?” He asks raising her wrists closer to his mouth and kisses her delicate teensy hands.

She blubbers grinning and showing her only tiny teeth flashing at front.

“Yay!” He dances them around clicking his boots to make her laugh and hugs her with her head crooked into his neck when she actually does fall into her dad’s trap.

It’s the best Halloween he has get to experience so far.

[holdingforgeneralhugs]

Hiya babe, it's me again lmao. I was thinking if you could you write something for our comedic king aka george luz aka my smol boyfriend? Maybe one where he loves the reader but thinks she could never love him back cuz he's a lil insecure? 🥺Like he sees how close she is to dick or ron and he's like 'yeah, she probably likes them, they're better than me' but the reader is like 'i only have eyes for you'? Sorry for the essay but it's literally the dream I had last night and ever since then I couldn't get it out of my head 😭🥺 totally okay if you won't write it!!❤️

Only Eyes For You

He tried not to think about it, he really did, but that was kind of hard to do when it was right there in his face all the time. It was actually extremely difficult when you were always there with Speirs and Winters, laughing and joking and beaming at them with your bright, beautiful smile.

And the thing was he couldn't even blame you and he wasn't even surprised. You were an officer and so were they, and you had every right to enjoy their company. The problem was he just wished you enjoyed his company more. He was always trying to make you laugh and smile that dimpled smile you had with his ridiculous impressions and jokes. And it worked too most of the time, so why was it that you never seemed to look at him the way you were gazing up at Major Winters right that minute?

George threw his half smoked cigarette onto the dirty gravel road and stubbed it out roughly under his boot. He glanced back at you and Winters again before turning away, his shoulders hunching in. Who was he kidding anyway, thinking a girl like you would even look twice at a joker like him. What did he even have to offer that Winters or Speirs couldn't offer you ten times over?

"Hey Georgie, where you headed?"

He sighed heavily before plastering a smile on his face and turning to greet you as you trotted up beside him. You were sporting your signature cheery smile, and damn if it didn't send a pang through his heart.

"Oh just heading for an evening stroll," George quipped, trying to keep his tone light. But you knew him and all of his quirks, and you could tell there was something off about his usually bright demeanour.

"Everything alright Georgie? You seem a little off," you asked, your brows furrowing with worry. He shrugged you off and flashed you a smile, but it didn't reach his eyes like it usually did.

"Course I'm alright," he replied, "I'm talking to you aren't I?"

You rolled your eyes fondly at him, but you weren't about to drop it just because he'd tried to distract you with his usual charms. "Cmon Georgie be serious for a minute," you implored, "I can tell there's something wrong and I'm not about to drop it so you might as well just spill the beans."

He stopped in his tracks and scuffed the rough ground with his boots, refusing to meet your earnest gaze. "It's silly really," he sighed, shaking his head, "and it doesn't even really matter anyway."

"You know you can tell me anything," you assured, giving him a sympathetic smile.

"Well I..." he started, "I just..." I stopped himself before huffing and shaking his head irritably, "is there something going on with you and Winters? Or you and Speirs?"

"What on earth are you talking about?" You sputtered, your cheeks blazing red, "Why would you think that?"

"Well you're always laughing with them and smiling that smile at them and I dunno I guess I just thought you had feelings for one of them."

"Oh Georgie," you sighed in fond exasperation, "how can you be so oblivious?"

"Wow OK," he grumbled, "I know sometimes I can be a bit dense but there's no need to rub it in."

"Dick and I are just friends, as are Ron and I," you said gently, stepping closer to him and looking into his eyes earnestly, "how could you not know you're the only one I have eyes for."

"What?" He stuttered in disbelief, "but they're....they're officers and they're..."

"Oh none of that matters to me," you sighed, reaching for his hand and squeezing it gently, "nobody makes me smile like you do, or laugh the way you do. You're the only one I want."

"Oh," he says simply, before a grin rose on his face and he pulled you closer, his hands on your waist. Before you could say anything he pressed his lips against yours firmly, and you couldn't contain your excited giggle.

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[goldenhypen]

oml i completely forgot i was gonna do this so here i am before i forget again sksjs

heeseung -> love at first sight. claimed since day one. don't tell him i constantly got him mixed up with jake tho 😔💔 jsksjs no but fr idk what it was about him that drew me to him above the others and i still have no idea what it is but i adored him from the very start and that hasn't changed yet! c:

jay -> i feel like he was one of the only ones i could confidently pick out above the rest for the longest time jsksjs i thought he looked like the intimidating member who nobody would mess with but- well... 🤡 poor jay sksjjs i love how unintentionally funny he is though.

jake -> i kept getting him mixed up with heeseung and i ksjsjs felt so bad but his cute smile always stood out to me. 🥺 i don't really remember what my exact first impression of him was but he's now one of my permanent bias wreckers so-

sunghoon -> ah yes, i'd heard from my friend who loves enha about this majestic human on ice. 😌✨ all she had to do was send me like two vids of his skating performances and my jaw was on the floor istg. i was so impressed by him and i... kept getting him mixed up with jungwon and occasionally sunoo 😭 iM SORRY HOON ILY !! i love how lowkey and nonchalant his humor is though like he just says the goofiest things with a straight face until he can't hold it in and starts laughing at himself pls he's adorable 😭 "eating miso soup makes me so happy" —park sunghoon

sunoo -> i adored him at first sight too oml it was the cute squishy cheeks for me 🥺🥺 i've always had a soft spot for him and i still do to this day. i saw him as this cutesy lil bean (which he still definitely is) but that sassy side of his that i discovered 👀 iconic.

jungwon -> uhh okay for some reason i remember being able to pick him out sometimes by his eyebrows sksjsks 😭✋🏻 don't ask why. so yeah, he was eyebrow boy for a while aND HIS DIMPLES TOO !! i loved them, in such a sucker for cute dimples on cute boys :c i've now adopted him and he is 1/2 of my sons, the other being park jisung ofc 😌

ni-ki -> *me, seeing niki for the first time* "oh he's cute! who is he?" *insert keyboard typing sounds* "oh! oh- oH... 😳" *me, squinting at my screen* "this boy, no this CHILD, is 15 ??" *cue me throwing my phone at my wall* end scene. ksjsjs no but fr i was so shocked to learn how young he was ?? or how young all of them were really- but lowkey i was so excited bc i'm finally a noona to an entire band let's gaurrr!! i love how he's grown to be such a menace, for some reason i tend to like those types of people a lot (as long as they're not targeting me 😌). *looks at haechan*

ari omg i love this pls- honestly heeseung,, he never fails to effortlessly capture anyone’s heart so yeah,, i don’t blame you 😔 heeseung bestest boi <3 yeah honestly your first impression of jay is similar to mine. we thought he’d be the member who ppl wouldn’t mess with, but little did we know,,, skdjsjjdjd 😭 but yeah he also has such a fun and soft personality. i love him 🥺 and for jake and hee, considering the time you got into them, i’m not surprised you got them mixed up skdjdjd even after stanning them for a while before that, i still got them mixed up 😭✋🏻 and so did the members,, so- sksjsjjd but jakey rlly does have such a precious smile 🥺 i love him sm 😭 sksjsjd getting sunghoon mixed up with sunoo- sksjsjs i think you probs told me about that before but i- 😭 i understand jungwon tho. they still look like brothers to me a lot of the time lol. and pls the thing you said about hoonie’s humour,, i was literally smiling at my phone, unintentionally trying to hide it like hoonie does with his own jokes skdjjsd help he’s so cute pls. and yesss for sunoo i always adored him too and at first i never saw his sassy side skdjjdd and for jungwon being able to tell him apart by his eyebrows sksjsjdj that’s a talent in and of itself ✋🏻 also aksjskdj that was literally me when finding out how old niki was too pls he’s so young it still amazes me to this day.

tell me your first impressions of enha!

[peachyberryji]

Let me send in an ask then :3 What do you like/love most about Woozi? ❤️ - @adorablewoozi

omg, hi @adorablewoozi i love you, you’re wonderful and amazing! 🥺

uh…. i think some things i love most about jihoon are:

his passion as a producer and songwriter. PD Woozi is one of my favorite things and there’s a video i watch of him being PD Woozi on Going Seventeen once a day

his dancing; i can never take my eyes off him when i watch dance practices or performances

how cute he is when he jams to his own songs during the fanchat guides. especially HIT and Fear! you know how he’s like smiling and bopping his head like, ‘this is a great song... wow i wrote this!’

also how cute he is when he eats! cutest puffy cheeks! his lil mukbang from Inside Seventeen is my other favorite thing, i also watch it at least once a day

his dimples! ah his dimples 🥺when i learned he had dimples, i knew i was done for since dimples are a major weakness for me

speaking of his dimples, his lauGH! his laugh is just so freaking cute, it makes my heart hurt! 🥺

and his excited sEAL CLAP!! which is so relatable, i also clap like a seal when i laugh hard enough

his hands !!!!! his hands are so beautiful! probably some of the most beautiful hands in kpop imo

and his arms…. can we PLS TALK ABOUT HIS ARMS?? LIKE FOR WHY JI!! FOR. WHY.

i have more, but i’ll just stop here… there’s just too much to love about him!

[chittapornswife]

soft smiles and quiet giggles.... for the fic thing 👉🏼👈🏼

I really want to do Jungwoo but my heart is SCREAMING for mark so 🥺🥺

✧ soft smiles and quiet giggles

music major!mark & uni student!reader

this would be the definition of fluff. LIKE CAN I JUST YELL LIBRARY CRUSH MARK!!!!!!!

Summary: Finals season is always so crazy, especially right before summer. Students frantically trying to cram in the last bit of knowledge or even just laying there, contemplating how important that 40% exam may be for their final grade. You’re just trying to get through each dreadful minute of studying and find yourself spending everyday at the library, watching students and their different personalities. You realize people are too high strung and need some small happiness to carry on. So in between procrastinating, you decide to leave lil notes with jokes or kind things written on random people’s tables. Of course, many throw them away but one who always muffles his laughter from reading your cheesy jokes. So from then on, you find yourself writing notes just for that one cute blonde haired boy, with the soft smiles and quiet giggles.

Short bit: After dropping the note on the blonde haired boy’s desk, you walked back to your table, acting casual so no one would suspect anything. And you eagerly waited, pretending to study but still looking out of the corner of your eye to see if he was coming, it made you think. When was the day you’d be able to confidently walk up to his table and drop a note and say, “Hey, I’m the person that keeps dropping cheesy notes on your table. I hope you don’t mind but I saw that you enjoy them so I just kept doing it.” When?

You knew the answer right when you’d thought of it. Never. This relationship, (the slight friendship if you could call it), with the boy was too meaningful, untainted and happy. And since finals were going to be over in a week or so, you only had a small amount of time left to decide if it was worth it in revealing yourself or not. But before you could think more into it, your ears perked up at the sound of that same adorable quiet giggling. You looked up to see the boy’s eyes shining as he read your note with a wide, dimpled smile. This made you softly smile at how cute he looked with his glasses perched at the tip of his nose, excitedly rereading the note while tenderly holding it with both hands. How could one person be this cute?????

✧ okay I should’ve written more but I have to wash my hair and this was so much cuter in my head but I made it sound all sad so I’m angry with myself >:(