#i hope you had a good week!!! uwu

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hello! i have a question abt your toxic megumi fic :) ! it may be a stupid question if so i apologize and you don’t have to answer this but it’s been on mind since i’ve read it, so megumi doesn’t love the reader if not how does he feel towards her? sorry once again if it’s a stupid question 😭!

Hi lovely! Not a stupid question at all thank you for asking this 🥺

He actually is very much in love with the reader but it’s such a toxic and controlling love it can definitely be misconstrued as other feelings. Megumi is very very very insecure in that particular story I wrote because he knows the reader is very beautiful and popular and worries she’ll leave him eventually. But he’s also very smart and because of his manipulative nature he knows how to get her exactly where he wants. He wants her to need him and be addicted to him and she unfortunately plays right into his hand every time. They both cheat on each other bc they are both super toxic but in the end he knows he can get away with murder when it comes to the reader because she’ll never be able to give up on him and how much she loves him. It would take a huge influence to make her leave him, it’s more or less impossible. He cheats bc he knows she’ll be angry but ultimately it scares her more than anything that she’ll lose him. She’ll cheat as an act of revenge but she and Megumi both know she’ll never find a good enough replacement for him no matter what.

So yeah in short, he does love her and he’s just a horrendous prick about it.

And if the end of the fic is the part that confused you, he didn’t say it back because he rarely does! He’ll say it at random times that give her hope that they have a good relationship but it’s, again, just to keep her under control. She worries when he doesn’t say it back to her and makes her want to make him love her back. So it’s just a never ending cycle really 😭

I Hope that was clear I’m sorry if it didn’t help or was a bit rambly, feel free to ask me anything you’re confused about! I love answering asks about my stories so this was very welcome 🥺🥺 thank you!

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Obligatory 9am work rant

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the only exception — k. soonyoung

pairing: non-idol! soonyoung x f!reader

word count: 4,834

genre: romcom, fluffy, age-gap, older!reader x younger!soonyoung uwu

warnings: nothing really, just don't fall in love with a guy younger than yourself (speaking from experience)

author's notes: reader is a few years older than hoshi. i never proofread guys im sorry (i should tho)

There was rarely ever any good when Soonyoung gets a call from his mother on a Friday afternoon. Don’t get him wrong, he knows his mom tends to call at random times of the week—mainly to make sure he’s eaten while living alone, close to campus, and far from home, or if he needs any money to pay bills or any other expenses. Most of them are a ruse to cover up the fact that she misses him, and his presence at home. And ever since he entered his final semester in college, he could feel his mother’s presence sitting on his shoulder, whispering to him to find a girlfriend, find someone to settle with.

However, when it comes to phone calls specifically on Fridays, Soonyoung has noticed a pattern. Since it’s the last of the five week days, and the weekend is at their fingertips, he found that his mother would call him to ask if he was free for a lunch with his parents, and guests.

Who might those guests be? Parents to whoever it was his mother was planning on arranging him with. The years might go by, traditions might be forgotten, but when it comes to Mrs. Kwon, she’ll always stick to the tradition of marriage before hitting 25.

Soonyoung knew the moment her name appeared on his screen at exactly three in the afternoon, that she has another willing parent on her hand that would like to meet him for their child.

With a heavy sigh, Soonyoung took a step out of the library where he was hoping to spend his time in before his next class, before sliding the call and placing it by his ear. “Eomma, what’s wrong?”

“Soonyoung-ah, are you free tomorrow? Your father and I want to have lunch together,” she asked, her tone chipper than usual—another sign of an arrangement.

“With you and appa? No one else?” Soonyoung egged, causing his mother to chuckle lightly.

“How did you know?” She laughed, Soonyoung rolling his eyes and suppressing a sigh from leaving his lips. “There is a friend of your father’s that I want you to meet, he has a daughter that’s around your age and is on her way of becoming a lawyer—I want you to meet her.”

“I’ve said so many times, you don’t need to do this, I’ve barely gotten the hang of college, let alone plan a wedding,” Soonyoung protested, his hands moving in grand gestures around him in frustration.

“You are 20 years old, and you don’t have a girlfriend, what are you going to do once you finish college, Soonyoung?”

“I don’t know, maybe get a job, build my credit, invest in a future and then maybe consider marriage,” he explains, his exasperation over this repeated conversation evident in his sarcastic tone.

“You know, at your age, your father and I were engaged.” Soonyoung groaned, rubbing the ache that was forming in his temples as he hears his mother go on a rant how his parents had met when they were in their twenties, before tying the knot at the ripe age of 22. Despite the obvious generational differences, and how back then, marriage felt like an obligation rather than an option, his mother was adamant on having both her kids—Soonyoung and his older sister—to be wed off before they hit 25. To which she hoped she’d have grandchildren running around before her own children hit 30. It was an entire plan in the Kwon household.

“It’s different now, eomma,” he reiterated, “I don’t need to get married so quick, can’t you focus on Minkyung instead? She’s engaged, right? So you can bother her instead.”

“Yes, she’s engaged, but she’s still working and she doesn’t want to get married this year,” she explained, “right now, I want to focus on finding someone for you, do you really want to stay single until your thirties?”

“If I could,” Soonyoung muttered, but luckily his mother didn’t hear it.

“It’s time that you try to settle for a lovely girl—”

“I have a girlfriend already, eomma, and I don’t think she’ll be happy to know that I’m being set up on a blind date,” Soonyoung informed, the words slipping out faster than he, himself, realized and before he knew it, the damage was done.

His mother was silent on the other line, seemingly unconvinced, so Soonyoung added to the lies. “I met her a couple of months ago, I wasn’t sure if it was serious enough to tell you, but I’m happy with her.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? I wouldn’t have gone through so much to find someone for you, Soonyoung-ah!”

“I told you I met her a couple of months ago, I wasn’t sure if it was serious then.”

“Is it serious now?”

“Yes.”

“Then I want to meet her.” And this, everyone, is why you shouldn’t lie to your mother.

“You want to… meet her?”

“Yes, of course, if you’re telling the truth then the lunch tomorrow doesn’t need to happen,” she explained, and for a second, Soonyoung was overjoyed. Before he realized what that entailed. “Does Sunday work? You can bring her, and we can have lunch at a restaurant.”

“Sunday?” He repeated, stunned. That was two days from now, he has to find a girlfriend in two days.

“Yes, I will make a reservation for four and you can bring her along.”

“Wait, eomma, you don’t—”

“Yeobo, I told you to— ugh, I’ll see you Sunday, Soonyoung-ah, don’t forget to eat dinner!” Before Soonyoung could make up an excuse. another lie, to avoid having to meet his parents with his apparent girlfriend, the phone call disconnected and all he could hear was the racing beat of his heart.

Returning back into the library, he walked back to the table he occupied with his friend, Seokmin, a distant look on his face as he sat back down.

“Where did you go? I almost thought you ditched me,” Seokmin stated, before realizing his friend was not listening. He tapped Soonyoung’s shoulder, causing him to jump. “What the hell happened to you?”

“I need a girlfriend.”

Stunned, Seokmin stared at his friend before looking down on himself, then back at Soonyoung. “Well, I don’t fall under your requirements, so…”

A low groan rumbled in Soonyoung’s throat as he covered his face in frustration. “How am I going to find a girlfriend before Sunday?”

“Is it your mom again?” Without removing his hands from his face, Soonyoung nodded. Seokmin threw his head back in laughter, earning glares from people who were studying quietly around him, the man sending apologetic looks around him. His eyes scowered the relatively crowded library of campus, an idea appearing. “What about finding one here? I’m sure someone out here is bored enough to be your girlfriend for a day.”

Soonyoung lifted his head, glaring at his friend. “That is a… good idea.”

Bewildered, Seokmin lifted his brow. “Really?” Soonyoung ignored him, body turning left and right as he tried to find anyone that looked alone and approachable.

“Soon, you’re not actually going to—” But before Seokmin could finish his sentence, his friend was gone and heading to a table where someone was seated alone, eyes focused on a cellphone instead of a book, or laptop.

That person was you.

You found yourself walking to a nearby university’s library on your day off, your apartment serving no purpose to clear your mind of boredom, and since you didn’t have any work to do, you chose to play a video game on your phone instead. The crowded atmosphere made you feel more productive about your day even if you were just on your phone playing games.

However, your focus on the offline game was broken when a presence appeared beside you, tapping your shoulder timidly. You looked up, finding a guy with a small smile on his lips as he greets you, “Hi, is this seat taken?” He gestured to the empty chair beside you and you shook your head, assuming he wanted to take to his own table, but was surprised when he sat down.

“Can I help you?” You asked cautiously, saving your game before placing your phone down.

“Yes, actually,” Soonyoung began, fidgeting with his fingers. “This might be a weird request, especially since we don’t know each other, but is there a possibility you’re interested in being my fake girlfriend to meet my parents on Sunday for lunch?” Soonyoung almost said it in one breath, and once the words were out, he held said breath, awaiting for your response.

The most expected response was to be cursed out, called a weirdo for thinking that his request was appropriate to ask the first girl he saw alone in a public place. He held his breath, waiting for the slap, or insults, or both as he stared at you processing it.

“Sure.”

“Yeah, I understa— what?” He was taken aback by your quick agreement to his bizarre request. “What did you just say?”

Your lips pursed as your shrug, turning to face him. “I said sure, I don’t have much going on in my life, anyway.” You were telling the truth. Your everyday routine was a back and forth of work and your apartment, because you weren’t necessarily happy at your job either, you never felt the need to connect with your co-workers about non-work-related things, minimizing going out.

The guy beside you also looked desperate, and you didn’t get bad vibes from him either, so it didn’t seem like a lose-lose situation.

“Really?” You nodded curtly. His hand rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous chuckle slipped past his lips. “Oh, well… Uhm, I didn’t know I’d get this far, to be honest.”

“Is there a reason why you need a fake girlfriend to accompany you have lunch with your parents?” You asked, hoping it’ll guide him into elaborating his plan more in depth than what his initial approach was.

“Ah, well, my mom is trying to set me up on blind dates, hoping that I’d marry before I reach 25, and obviously—” He gestured to himself, “—I haven’t even graduated yet.”

Your eyes widened, sitting up straight. “Oh, you go to school here?”

Soonyoung nodded, confused by your question. “Don’t you?”

You shook your head, his question eliciting a light laugh from you. “No, I’m just here because I’m bored—it’s my day off.”

He blinks a couple times, before asking, “You work?” You nod. “You’re older than me?” Again, you nod and he immediately ducks his head, bowing at you briefly. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.”

“It’s fine,” you uttered, waving it off. “I’m not too big on seniority. You can call me Y/N.”

He extends his hand towards you, and you shake it gently. “I’m Soonyoung, I think I should’ve start the conversation that way instead of, well, dumping it all at once.”

“It definitely kept me engaged in the conversation,” you reassured with a light chuckle. Before Soonyoung could utter another word, a guy approached your table, noticeably looking at Soonyoung before he glanced at you, with an nod of acknowledgement.

“I’m really sorry, Y/N, but I have a class to get to,” he apologizes, eyebrows drawn together in guilt. “Can I have your number? So we can further discuss our plan of action?”

“Sure, let me write it down.” He handed you a binder, opening it on to an empty page where you wrote your number and name. You then asked, “What about we meet outside the library tomorrow?”

“Oh yeah, sure, that’s easier,” he agrees, “around eleven, is that alright?”

“Yeah, it’s cool with me, Soonyoung.”

His smile widened, and he stands from his seat. “I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

You mirrored his smile, nodding. “You’ll see me tomorrow.”

“So… you just said yes?” You nodded, busy with blow drying your hair. You were meeting with Soonyoung again today, mainly to discuss of your game plan to when you’re expected to meet with his parents. Admittedly, you never really sat to think of the entire ordeal, you just agreed. Chungha, when hearing about your situation, couldn’t help but stare at you in bewilderment, especially at how nonchalant you seemed.

“Yeah.” Your eyes locked with your co-worker-slash-roommate through the mirror, her eyes blankly staring back at you as you blinked multiple times. “What?”

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?” Hearing her statement, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, a dry laugh escaping past your lips before you put the hair dryer down and turned to face her. But before you could get a word out, she continued. “You barely know the guy, and you agreed to be his fake girlfriend to lie to his parents, and then, what? Should I emphasize that you don’t now him?”

“His name is Soonyoung, and he goes to the university nearby,” you answered, feigning innocent as you smiled at Chungha.

“And?”

“That’s why I’m meeting him today,” you told her, “we’re supposed to talk about how we’re going to lay it all out for his parents—talk about he and I met, what our plans for the future—”

“And what are those plans, Y/N?”

You lifted your shoulders to shrug. “I’m just going with the flow.”

“Exactly, Y/N,” exclaimed Chungha. “You don’t “go with the flow”—” she air-quoted, and you roll your eyes again, “—you plans things, you’re organized, I don’t get why you’ve suddenly agreed to become some stranger’s fake girlfriend out of the blue.”

“Maybe it’s that, Chungha,” you stated calmly. “Maybe I’m tired of being organized, doing things according to plan. For once, something really interesting is happening in my life, and to be honest, I just don’t want to think of the consequences over agreeing to do this.

“I’ve met the guy, albeit briefly, but I met him, Chungha,” you informed, “my radar to be cautious wasn’t blinking bright red or ringing any alarms, and later today, will confirm that I don’t have anything to worry about.”

Your friend stared at you, processing what you had just let off your chest. She’s known you since you both started at your company—you trained together, you got through the same struggles together in the past year, admittedly, she knows you well enough to raise her own suspicions over this entire ordeal. She knows that you’ve been burnt out from work, and the mundane routine of going to work, then back home, with barely any time for yourself. Despite wanting to reel you back to normality, Chungha only sighed. “Just keep me updated, Y/N.”

“I will,” you uttered, a grateful smile sent to her.

There was a beat of silence before Chungha spoke up. “You said he goes to the university nearby?”

“Yeah.”

Another beat of silence. “I didn’t think you’d go for younger guys, Y/N.”

“Oh, shut up.”

Your arm lifted a third time, checking your wristwatch to see that it was forty minutes past eleven—past the meeting time with Soonyoung. You were seated in the cafe besides the library, the iced tea you had ordered long gone, the ice melting and the condensation creating a small puddle surrounding your glass. No texts, no calls, radio silence from Soonyoung, and as the minutes ticked by, you’d begin to think that Chungha was right.

Maybe agreeing to something as out of the blue as a fake girlfriend proposal wasn’t the best idea. Maybe you should’ve just stuck to what had been planned. Maybe you shouldn’t have gone to the library, that wasn’t planned. You were bored at home, and needed fresh air, so you walked around, stumbled upon the university library and well, that’s that.

Heaving a sigh, you stood from your seat and pulled the strap of your bag over your shoulder. However, as you were pushing the chair back into the table, quick footsteps approached your table and an out-of-breath Soonyoung, sweat dripping from his forehead. “Y/N, I’m so sorry!”

“Are you okay?” Brows furrowed together in worry, you placed a gentle hand on his shoulder as he bent over to regain his breath.

“Y-yeah,” he heaved. “I had a—”

“Soonyoung, sit.” Obediently, he pulled the chair and sat, leaning back into the chair and inhaled deep breaths. You stayed quiet as he regained his composure. “I’ll get you water.” Without sparing him a glance, you headed towards the door of the café, but Soonyoung took ahold of your arm, stopping you mid-step.

“I’m sorry I’m late, Y/N.” The sincerity behind his eyes was similar to what you saw in him yesterday, the glimmer that made you agree to the proposal he had for you. Without uttering a word, you only sent a small smile, pushing his hand from your arm. You enter the café, buying him a bottle of water and returned, placing the bottle in front of him.

“I’m guessing you had a last-minute thing to do?” You asked, playing with your assumptions from how he was out of breath and ran from the opposite direction of the main entryway of the library.

Downing half the bottle, he nodded. “I thought it was going to be a brief meeting for a group presentation, but apparently they began talking about other classes, and I lost track of time. And before I knew it—” He paused, finding you staring at him, intently listening. “—I’m sorry, I have no excuses, I should’ve told you I’d be late instead of making you wait here without any info, Y/N.”

“Thank you, Soonyoung… for owning up to your mistake,” you uttered, notably shocked by his statement.

“Let me pay for your drink, Y/N, or I can buy you lunch?”

“It’s fine, Soonyoung, seriously.” You waved off with a chuckle, finally letting the tension disappear. “So, what’s the plan?”

“Eager, aren’t we?” He teased, earning an eyebrow raise from you. “Sorry… uhm, yeah. My parents are quite chill, nothing too traditional—they usually like to make sure I’m dating someone that is capable of getting along with others…”

“The bars are quite high, huh?” You joked, the both of you laughing.

“I think my mom is the one that possibly doesn’t believe I have a girlfriend, that’s why she wants to see for herself,” he explains. “I’m the youngest, and even though you might think that would be plausible reason for my mom to not want me having a girlfriend, she’s different. She believes being in the early twenties is the perfect age to get, uhm… married.”

“But we’re not getting married, right?” You asked, already knowing the answer.

“Of course not, we’re not actually dating either.” You nodded in agreement, laughing with him. “But showing my mom that I have a girlfriend will get her to lay off me for a bit, and I won’t have to expect any brunches with potential in-laws anytime soon after tomorrow.”

“I see,” you mumbled, nodding, letting the information process for a bit. “But, by showing me, wouldn’t she be asking about us? Our plans and everything. I mean, you did say she thinks you should be marrying at this age, no?”

“That is true,” he realized, “but I’m sure if we establish that the relationship is still quite new and we’re still playing it safe not to take a life-long commitment just yet, she might understand.”

You let the idea marinate briefly in your head. What you told Chungha was true, you were tired of the mundane routine you’ve had all this time, it’s put you in a rut that you’ve always struggled to get out off. Maybe this was the world’s way of saying: “hey do something so your life isn’t just a monotone routine of work and sleep”.

It’s not like being in a fake relationship with Soonyoung would be long-term either, you’re sure that after the brunch with his parents, that the two of you would meet-up to keep the lie up for a while, before eventually parting ways and he’ll have to deal with whatever future in-law brunches because he’d have to break it to his mother that the two of you have broken up.

You’d like to think of it as doing it for the plot, your year was getting boring and it’s already past the third quarter.

With a sigh, you leaned forward, placing your clasped hands on the table, locking eyes with Soonyoung. “Alright, let’s set the ground rules and how we’re going to do this.”

Maybe in another life, you were an actress because how did you even get through the brunch without sparking any suspicion?

It started off rusty. You and Soonyoung had thought up the whole backstory of how you two met—your route to work fell into his routine, where you both met at a coffee shop, and he had accidentally spilled coffee onto your white shirt one day and profusely apologized, insisting he should pay the laundry bill to which you allowed it. It was a cute story, 50% inspired by Chungha’s last failed situationship, but it helped make your “love story” seem more real than what happened in real life. You obviously couldn’t tell his mom that her son just sat by your table and asked you to be his fake girlfriend.

You took into account the backstory, how many dates you’ve gone on now and how long you’ve been dating, but you forgot your own self. You forgot to discuss whether or not you’ll be faking your identity—saying that you were working in one of the top 3 consulting firms in the country, or if you were actually older than Soonyoung—you weren’t sure how his mom would react to her son dating an older woman.

So you played yourself. You told Mrs. Kwon where you worked, your day-to-day and how you were able to juggle meeting with her son, in the midst of your schedule. Conflicting emotions arose during the brunch, and the fear that you never acknowledged came into fruition—Mrs. Kwon was sweet, and she liked you. Conversation with the elder woman flowed smoothly, her crescent eyes and the smile that seemed stuck on her face the moment she saw you enter the country club, until the moment she wrapped her arms around you, uttering the words, “I hope we can meet again soon!”

As the afternoon had sunk in, it wasn’t just your interaction with Mrs. Kwon that drove you to silence, it was Soonyoung as well.

If you thought you were a great actress, then he had already secured his Oscar trophy with his performance.

“How was it?” Chungha had asked immediately when you entered the door of your apartment. Her excitement dimmed to stun and morphed to concern upon noticing your dazed face. “Hey… Y/N? You okay?”

You returned to reality when she snapped her fingers in front of your face, blinking your eyes repeatedly as you regained composure. “What did you say?”

“I asked how your date was? Or, “fake date”,” she asked again, using her fingers to quote. “Did his parents buy it?”

“Yeah… they did,” you uttered, voice trailing, “but…”

“But…?”

“I think I bought it, too.”

Her brows knitted together. “What?”

You shook your head, your fingers aggressively running through your hair as you exhaled a heavy sigh. “I don’t know, he just– we were in the middle of brunch, and his mom asked him what made him decide to give us a chance, and Soonyoung just– he just—“ You couldn’t process what had happened into words, articulating what you felt at that moment felt so complex—something you hadn’t felt in a while, maybe even ever. You can’t recall the last time someone made you feel this… valued.

“He just, what, Y/N?”

Your mind drifted to that moment, when it felt like everything between you and Soonyoung were real… The warm rays of the sun shining through the vines, tracing the outlines of his face, the light hitting his eyes just right to accentuate the golden flakes in his eyes. The way his lips moved as he articulate every single word, with a sense of sincerity that seemed to be too genuine to be said just for a fake relationship.

“Even though it feels like we’ve just met… I don’t know, I just felt that you would be the one. I mean, it feels like you’re the only one patient enough to deal with my spontaneous ideas and out-of-this-world proposals, that I feel whatever we might face during this… that it would be all worth it.”

His words echoed, the image of his honey-dripping eyes looking back at yours, unbeknownst to his mother’s eyes but your hands intertwined beneath the table, his thumb rubbing gentle circles as his cheeks puffed up in a sweet, innocent smile, as if the words were uttered were true and real—that what you two had was real.

“Y/N, for the love of God, please don’t leave me hanging—” Before Chungha could finish her plea of desperation, your phone vibrated between the two of you, Soonyoung’s name and face flashing on the screen, awaiting to be answered.

“Give me a second, yeah?” You rushed out, without waiting for Chungha to respond and climbed off your bed, leaving your best friend to stare at you with sorrow. You escaped to the hallway outside your apartment, swiping the screen and pressing your phone to your ear. “Hello, Soon?”

“Hey, sorry, I know I just dropped you off, but I’m downstairs because I bought something to say thank you for your help today,” Soonyoung informed, causing you to straighten your back, surprised he returned and with a gift.

“Oh, sure- uh, give me a second and I’ll be down.” You hung up, rushing back into your apartment to put on a jacket, ignoring Chungha’s questions of where you’re going and who called, before you were out the door and going down the elevator. Soonyoung was seated in the lobby, a box on his lap as he watched the elevator number go down before stopping, opening and revealing you with a soft smile and bright eyes. He mirrored your smile, standing and approaching you, extending his arms to pass the box to you.

“It was kinda a last minute thing, I just wanted to let you know that I really appreciated your help today,” he uttered, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, “I hope you like custard-filled donuts.”

You tried suppressing the grin on your face, your cheeks warming at the sight of little note he wrote on top of the box. ‘Thank you for being a real one and playing my fake girlfriend <3’. “It was really not hassle, Soonyoung. I did have fun.” You sat down, patting gently on the spot besides you and he sat besides you. You opened the box, revealing the freshly baked donuts, offering him one which he smiled gratefully before picking up one and taking a bite. You followed en-suite.

“Did she believe it?”

Soonyoung glanced towards you, custard on the corner of his lips that made you stifle a laugh. “Yeah, she did,” he spoke, wanting to answer but still in the middle chewing as he tried to speak without opening his mouth as wide. Your chuckle shook your shoulders, before reaching out to wipe the custard at his lips with your thumb. You pretended to not notice the red that spread across his cheeks to the tips of his ears.

He cleared his throat, trying to hide how flustered may have looked, only causing you to smile wider. Payback for what you pulled earlier, you couldn’t help but think.

“By the way, Y/N…” You faced him, finding his features strewn with worry—brows etched, a crease created between them as his eyes looked back at you in guilt. “I know we talked about it keeping the boundaries, as well making it vague, and avoid being too sentimental, but I got caught in the moment and… and I was just so grateful that you would take up my offer that I didn’t know what came over me, you looked really pretty, too, and you smelled nice- I mean, wait that was a bit out of pock—“

Your lips pressed against his shut him up immediately. For a moment, he was taken aback, before he melted into the kiss with you.

“I like you, too, Soonyoung,” you whispered once you pulled away. A child-like shine sparkled in his eyes upon hearing your confession, something bubbling in his chest that caused a bright smile to break out, his cheeks seemingly fluffier than before.

“So, we can keep doing this? For real this time?” You nodded, your cheeks flushed as you came to the sudden realization of something, chuckling to yourself. Soonyoung cocked his head to the side, inquiring, “What’s funny?”

“I just…” You sighed happily. “I just never expected myself to fall for a younger guy…” You bumped your shoulder with his, adding, “You’re the only exception.”

He threw his head back in a hearty laugh, smiling back at you. “Well, I’m honored to be the one and only, Y/N.”

[fbfh]

Jacob Black x mate/imprint!reader first rut hcs

wc: 1.9k

genre: smut, tooth rotting fluff, werewolf heat/monsterfucking ig

pairing: Jacob x imprint!reader (afab, no pronouns)

warnings: general werewolfy stuff, awkward heat/rut talks, BIGASS breeding king, Jake can smell when you're ovulating, Jake is posessive and clingy and adorable and hot, knots, oral (reader recieving), face down ass up position, biting and hickeys, scenting, a ton of creampies, cum plugging, growling/primal kink??, aftercare

summary: Jacob is the best boyfriend you've ever had, so when he tells you there's a little problem he's going to need help with soon, you're more than happy to help him out with it

a/n: starting to write my first actual original book today and I am so stoaked!!!!!! wish me luck uwu I think yall are really really gonna like it and I'm super excited ksflkjslkjs

also I'm adding people who asked to be tagged for a/b/o and omegaverse content bc it's in the same ballpark imo

tags @yesv01 @magcon7280 @yelenabel0vaswife @lizziebitch33  @sunshineangel-reads @inthehoneymoonwithconnorrk800 @demirunner @almostjollypizza @fictionalcomfortss @thatawkwardlittlefangirl @urmum-xoxo @raajali3 @Ronnasey @lubsana @demirunner @legramilis  @girlfriendwhoseawitch

As with all nsfw works all characters are aged up to 18+

That being said, let’s get into it 

Bc oh BOY is this one a doozy

You and Jake fell in love at first sight

You met by chance

He helped you when you had car trouble and the chemistry was instant and the rest was history

What actually happened is that Jake could smell you from like a full mile away

He was so drawn to you

Then he could smell you starting to panic, and he knew he had to make sure you were okay

So he appeared out of nowhere in his human form right when you needed him most

You were so relieved that someone was there to help you, especially someone so good with cars

And especially especially someone so hot and friendly and charismatic and attentive

From jump street, Jake obviously liked you a lot

So you couldn’t turn down his offers to get coffee and lunch and show you around town

He was relieved you didn’t turn him down either, because what you saw as Jake flirting with you was actually him imprinting on you

You’re not a wolf

You’re not aware of the supernatural world at all, as far as he knows

So he’s basically just been spending as much time as he possibly can with you

Imprint bonds are strong as fuck 

So for both physiological and psychological AND emotional reasons

He needs to spend as much time with you as possible 

And you want to spend time with him too

Not to the wolf extent

But still

There’s only one problem

You’ve been together for three amazing whirlwind weeks

And you already feel like you’ve known each other for your whole lives

He can tell that even though you’re not a wolf, you can feel the bond between you too

You might not know what it is, but you know that it’s there

Everything is happening so fast, but it doesn’t give you a bad gut feeling

Or any red flags

Like anywhere

You’re starting to wonder if maybe this is the true love fairytale romance you had always hoped for

That maybe soulmates are real

And you found yours

And Jacob feels  the exact same way

He’s given it a lot of thought, and he really believes that even if he hadn’t imprinted he would still like you more than he’s liked anyone before

He could go on for days about how amazing you are, and he’s determined not to let anything come between you

Not to let anything sabotage this beautiful love, this bond between you

But the only problem is that the full moon is getting closer and closer

And it’s the first full moon since he imprinted on you

Not all imprints are romantic in nature, but this one definitely is

Which means now since he has a mate, he’s going to start getting his rut

And he has to spend it with you, which means he has to explain it to you

Which means it’s finally time for the most awkward conversation of his life

He’s not scared to tell you he’s a werewolf

But he is scared to tell you that you’re starting to smell so good he gets hard when you’re not even in the room

That his feral wolf brain is taking over, and all he’s been able to think about for the last 48 hours is filling you up

Stuffing you full of his seed and knotting you nice and tight to keep it all in place while he gets you irrefutably pregnant, all nice and full and round with a big litter of pups

And it’s getting worse 

His thoughts are straying more and he knows he’s running out of time to explain that he’s either going to need to be chained to a tree or inside of you for anywhere from 24 to 96 hours

And since it’s his first rut since finding you, it’s almost definitely going to be longer, closer to four days than not

He’s over at your place like he has been for the last week or so, and he decides to talk to you about it when 

He thinks he can handle this

He totally thinks he can handle this

Then you step out of the shower, and you smell all sweet and fresh and extra you 

He sighs wistfully, realizing how much harder this is going to be 

“C’mere for a sec, I want to talk to you…” 

He trails off, pulling you onto his lap

He can sense that you’re worried, that you want to make sure he’s okay

And it makes him blush

He giggles, burying his face in your neck for a moment

You’re worried about him

Eventually he bites the bullet and confesses everything

You actually take it surprisingly well

He can tell you don’t fully believe him yet, but you don’t seem freaked out

“There is… one other thing…” 

He manages to get through the mates and heats and ruts talk without dying of embarrassment 

But he does start to get distracted part of the way through

Like really distracted

He snaps out of it for a few moments when he trails off after part of an explanation, and you chuckle, resting your hand on his cheek

“Even if you weren’t a werewolf, I would still be down to spend all weekend together.” 

His stomach flips as he realizes what you’re saying

“So-”

“I’d be happy to help you through your heat or rut or whatever it’s called.” 

His stomach flips when you say that

He genuinely didn't think he could get more attracted to you, then you say that

And then, something else happens

“I’m so glad!” he smiles, beginning to ramble again, “and if you want to stop, or if I’m too rough, or if it’s too much, just tell me to, uh…” 

You’re already agreeing, and promise you will as he tries to regain his train of thought

His eyes get kind of distracted, and he leans closer to you, sniffing

He buries his face in your neck and takes a few big, deep breaths

It makes you giggle until he pulls away and looks at you more intensely than he ever has 

His pupils are dilated and he’s laser focused on you

“Are you ovulating?” 

You check your cycle tracking app and yeah

Yeah you’re supposed to be ovulating today

He sniffs you again, shoving his face into your neck

His grip on your waist gets tighter and you can feel him getting hard below you

Your eyes widen when it just keeps growing and growing

He pants against your neck, breathing in your scent and starting to grind against you, moving your hips against his

You lose yourself for a moment before remembering what he asked you a moment ago

“Wait- how did you know that?” 

“Could smell it,” he mutters into your skin, rocking your hips harder against his and growling into your ear

“I… I think it’s starting, I need- I need to… I need to get you out of these clothes.” 

He picks you up and tears your pajamas off in a blur

He carries you into your bedroom, laying you face down on your soft duvet

His breath is heavy he manhandles you into a more comfortable position, and you can hear him tearing his clothes off behind you just as quick

His big hands grab your hips, finally pulling down your panties

They stick to your soaked cunt, and send a fresh wave of your pheromones swirling intoxicatingly through the air around him

You hear him let out a shuddering sigh, then suddenly feel warm breath against your soft folds

You let out a noise as he licks you, nuzzling into your cunt, before pulling back and spitting on it

He pokes and prods you with his tongue, working it further inside you as his fingers come up to play with your clit

Werewolf saliva has healing properties and can increase elasticity during heats and ruts, so it’s a pretty common practice

His hands and mouth feel so good, you’re not complaining

He makes you cum twice on his tongue before deciding you’re stretched out enough to take him

You feel him move behind you and grab your hips, pulling them back to meet his

This energy (it’s the horny wojak thinking about getting railed meme)

His breathing is heavy as he pushes in slowly

“Tell me if it’s too much. Promise you’ll tell me angel, okay?” 

You nod and manage to choke out that you will

Once you do that, it’s game over

The last amounts of self restraint Jacob possessed fade away as he completely loses himself in you

He starts thrusting into you at a brutal pace

He manhandles you, moving your body and positioning you closer to him

The next two or three days are going to be a hazy blur of cum and love bites and feeling the bulge of his knot and cock in your stomach

That’s all you’ll really be able to remember in your fucked out state

When he goes into heat, he’s already gonna be really fucking feral and primal

But when he goes into heat with you for the first time????

Oh my fucking god

It really is a good think werewolf spit can stretch you out, bc there’s no way you’d be able to take his cock, much less his knot otherwise

He grabs onto you so tight and possessive, completely pinning you down with his body weight

You could not wiggle out of his grip if you tried

He makes you cum two or three times in the first few minutes, so you know this is going to be a long, overstimulating night

But GOD everything he does feels so overwhelmingly good

He bites your neck, licking and rubbing against you to scent you even more aggressively

So expect to be covered in hickeys and love bites too

Oh my god the noises this man makes?????? 

Jesus fucking christ

Moaning, panting, growling right in your ear

You can’t get enough

Because you’re extra stretchy from his prep, the stretch of his knot filling you up more than you could imagine feels so incredible

He’s probably going to knot you at least twice before you’re both ready to pass out

Once you’re a quivering fucked out mess that’s literally dripping cum out of you, he’ll pull out very reluctantly 

Then you hear a drawer open, and he grabs something

He pushes a toy inside you to keep as much of his cum in there as possible while he goes to get you guys water and snacks

Once he’s back he’ll absolutely feed you

He’s overwhelmed with instincts to take care of you, so of course he’s going to feed you

One thing about Jacob is he will keep you fed and bred 

And you really can’t complain

He’s so loving and attentive and speaks to you so sweetly, peppering kisses across your face and telling you how good you’re doing

After that he’ll take the toy out and slide himself back in 

Then pull you into his warm chest for the coziest heaviest most sticky restful nap you’ve ever taken in your entire life

Once you’re both up later, expect to do the whole thing over again

And again, and again

Cause that’s pretty much all you’ll be doing for the next three days

And you can promise this is not the last rut you’ll help him out with

[c0la-queen]

I absolutely LOVE your writing, it's so nice to see eddsworld content especially this good <33 can I request Tord with a very shy partner? No pressure ofc, take your time!

Thank you!!! My neurons were absolutely firing with this piece, for realsies. It may not be exaactly what you envisioned? And I was trying not to make the Reader be the stereotypical "uwu im so shy sowwy" kind of shy? You know what I mean? Either way, I hope you enjoy, and if its not quite what you wanted, PLEASE feel free to send me an inbox message letting me know !!!

Run, Rabbit, Run. | Tord x Shy! Reader

Warnings: Mostly Tord's POV, not the fluffiest? it has a happy ending, but Tord is naturally a kind of fucked-up person.

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Tord had a problem.

He doesn't have problems often, and certainly not problems he can't solve.

It wasn't every day that he wanted to be around someone - craved it. He acted like he only tolerated his roommates, kept the truth locked away under thick layers of steel.

But you. He sought you out, needed you like it ached. Your presence.

You, however, ran from him. Every time. Fled like a rabbit that had caught a glimpse of the stalking wolf. Scurried back to your burrow, safe and protected by densely packed earth. Where he could not reach you. It grinded at his patience, made him clench his jaw hard enough to crack a tooth. He walked into a room, you found an excuse to walk out. It was a constant among the chaos and unpredictability of their house.

The one thing that he needed like a dying man, and he couldn't have it. You wouldn't give it to him.

A problem.

He was going to fix this problem, if it meant the death of him.

And who was he but a stubborn man?

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His opportunity came during a lazy Sunday afternoon.

The other three were all out, running errands and such. You were still home. Doing laundry, from the sound of it. He wasn't surprised, you liked to use Sunday as the day to do your household chores, reset for the coming week - not that he had been paying attention to your habits. No. Just coincidence.

From the garage, he could hear you. The wall that his workbench sat against was one that was shared with the laundry room, so it wasn't difficult. If he sat still, focused enough, he could practically imagine it. You, in your crop t-shirt and little sleep shorts that you always wore when you did laundry. Hair pushed out of your face. Dancing along to the music that he could hear playing from your phone - doing those silly, awkward dance moves that you did when you thought nobody was looking.

He wanted to be there. It was selfish, he knew. But that little undamaged piece of him sitting in his chest longed to join you. Insert himself into the little life that you had carved out for yourself in their house. Slot his own being so nicely beside your peace and quiet. You were so… unlike him. You were soft, sweet. Like the skolebrød of his childhood. You were vanilla and sugar. Unmarred by anything horrible in the world. That self-centered part of him wanted to take. To clamp his jaws down around your hind legs and sink his teeth in when you tried to escape.

Tord was moving before he even realized it.

You had moved out of the laundry room. Your music faded as you walked further into the house. If he remembered correctly (That phrase tasted bittersweet on his tongue. As much as he craved you, he didn't want to admit how actively he was chasing you. A wolf that resented the rabbit.) you would set about doing the dishes after depositing your empty laundry basket in your bedroom.

His mouth was dry. So he moved to the kitchen. To get water. (That's what he would tell you. That's what he would tell anybody who asked.)

The switch from the garage to the house was always jarring to the senses. The garage was cold, unprotected from the autumn chill. But the house was warm. Welcoming. Safe. (You were inside.) It was like sitting under a hot shower after catching hypothermia.

He stopped in the doorway.

There you were. In the kitchen. Dishwasher open. Your smartwatch was discarded on the kitchen table alongside your phone and water bottle. Music was still playing from the device's speakers. You were, just as he guessed, wearing your crop tee and shorts. (The collar was hanging low on one of your shoulders, bearing the skin to his vision. His hands itched.) You hadn't noticed him yet. Little rabbit unaware of the danger that lurks in the forest underbrush.

It was something beautiful watching you in your own little world. In public, you were so small. Reserved. Put a cork on your personality so that nobody could truly see who you were. To you, it felt like security. If nobody had access to your identity, then nobody could take it away. Nobody could judge you. Even home, with the boys, you were less than yourself. Not to the same degree, but still limited. They didn't take offense to it, they knew it wasn't you distrusting them. It's just how you were. But here, when you thought you were alone? The cork was removed and he loved to watch the bottle overflow.

You spun on your heel and nearly dropped the bowls in your hand from how hard you flinched at the sight of him. He could see the way that you drew in to yourself, made yourself smaller.

"Oh, um, hey. Tord. I didn't… realize you were home."

There was something tight in his chest at the way you looked so nervous. You shifted in your spot, looked anywhere but at him. He wanted you to look at him.

"I am."

You only answered with a soft 'oh' before turning back to the dishwasher. He remained still, watching. Clearly, you were looking for a way out, a chance to flee. Something he wasn't going to let happen.

"I should probably-"

"You keep avoiding me."

Your head shot up, looking up at him with wide, pretty eyes. He dug his fingernails into his palms.

"What? No, no I haven't- I haven't been-"

"Do not lie to me."

It was cruel, yes, but it gave him the desired effect. You clammed up immediately. Shoulders slumped. Gave him just a little inch, but that was all he needed to take a mile. He stepped closer. You stepped back.

A snarling, drooling, hungry wolf, closing in on its prey.

Your back hit the counter. He stepped forward again.

A trembling little rabbit, cornered with nowhere to go.

He stopped a foot away from you.

"I have tolerated this for months. For months I have watched you run from the sight of me alone. As if the very idea of being in the same room as me is too much for you to bear. Do you even have any idea what you do to me? Do you know how it kills me?"

He could feel the way that you tensed up. A spike of anger stuck into his chest, burning hot. You weren't looking at him. You were looking at your shoes again. He forced his words out of his throat in the form of a growl.

"For fuck's sake, look at me. Look at- Look. At. Me."

Frustration boiled over, bubbling and spilling over the sides of the pot and he wasn't able to put the lid on it fast enough. He reached up and grabbed your jaw, holding it firmly between his index and thumb. Forced your eyes to focus on him. Only him.

A sick part of him preened at the little gasp that came out of your throat.

But you kept your eyes on him. Good girl.

"Tell me why you have been avoiding me."

His voice was softer now. He hated how much pain he could hear in it. How it trembled. He had hoped you wouldn't notice. But you did. Your mouth opened. Then closed. You swallowed thickly. Then you spoke.

"I thought…. thought you didn't like me."

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Him? Not like you? How could you think that? He could only hate you as much as a hunter hates Mother Earth for blessing him with food.

"You just… always seem so.. annoyed at me whenever I try to talk to you. And you never really… really talk back.. Just kinda… give short answers. I thought you found me annoying. I didn't want to keep annoying you. So I just… just backed off…."

He took a moment to process that. Let it all sink in.

He couldn't help it.

Tord began to laugh.

Through his laughter, he noticed you pout, heard a soft whine leave you. A groan ripped through his laugh at the sight. As if his body was working on autopilot, he surged forward. Pressed his lips to yours. He felt your gasp against his lips, then felt your melt into the kiss. You kissed back.

When his oxygen began to run short, he pulled away. Not too far, though. Kept his forehead pressed flush to yours. Took in the sight of you. You, panting softly, lips swollen from the kiss. Looking up at him through your pretty eyelashes.

"I have never hated you, kjære. I am… aloof. I have a resting bitch face. You are not the first person I have unnerved. But.. you are the first that I have wanted to be close to. If you would have me."

Courtesy. Formality. Tord was a stubborn man, and when he managed to get a taste of blood, he clamped his jaws down tight and didn't let go.

And this rabbit laid down in his teeth willingly.

You smiled.

"I'd like that. Yeah."

[redtsundere-writes]

First Time | Megumi Fushiguro

megumi fushiguro x reader

Sypnopsis: Megumi has never fell in love but there's a first time for everything.

Contents: fluff fluffy, he is just shy uwu, Megumi is 18, first love.

Word count: 872 words.

Author's note: English is not my first language and I'm still learning, so feel free to comment on things I can get better at. Thanks for reading!

> Megumi Fushiguro has never had a girlfriend. It's no surprise since he is a serious and reserved guy. Also, it's rare to see him with other people around his age aside from Itadori and Nobara. 

> Megumi Fushiguro enjoys going to the public library and borrowing books to read in the comfort of his bedroom. Everything changed when he first saw you studying. In that moment, he decided to stay and “read” his book on one of the library’s couches. 

> Megumi Fushiguro has never felt attraction for anyone, in fact, he even thought that he was asexual. All his doubts were gone when he saw you cutely sitting at the table with a mountain of books around you like a wall. 

> Megumi Fushiguro felt very silly when he found himself visiting the library several times a week with the hope of finding you studying for your university entrance exam. 

> Megumi Fushiguro wanted to talk to you, but he was afraid of ruining his first impression by interrupting your studies, so he always ended up chickening out. Until, he developed a genius plan: Waiting for you to finish so he could approach you for a book recommendation. 

> Megumi Fushiguro didn’t know that you didn't finish studying until the library closed, so he ended up waiting for 3 hours. When he finished reading The Art Of War for the tenth time, he decided to approach you. 

> Megumi Fushiguro approached and greeted you. You returned his greeting a bit tired from your 4-hour study session. Megumi, embarrassed because he thought he was bothering you, asked if you could give him a recommendation because he saw that you read a lot. You recommended Atomic Habits because it helped you improve your study and sleep habits. He thanked kindly and you said goodbye.

> Megumi Fushiguro was happy that you recommended a good book to him, as it also helped him improve his sleep schedule. (You have something in common!) It was the first time you talked and he was looking forward to seeing you again to chat some more. 

> Megumi Fushiguro decided to arrive a little earlier than usual at the library and smiled gently when he saw you searching for the books you needed to study. He came over and offered his help to find the books quicker, which you kindly accepted. Once you were ready, you started studying and he joined you by reading his own book.

> Megumi Fushiguro would help you from time to time with mathematical operations that you didn't know how to solve in exchange for a book recommendation. He was a good teacher, so much so that you understood his instructions and had no doubts. 

> Megumi Fushiguro used to go from time to time every couple of weeks to borrow books, but since you appeared in his life, he was there almost every day. Of course, on days when he was resting or when he wasn't killing curses. 

> Megumi Fushiguro enjoyed your company, your accurate comments and your elegant way of expressing yourself. He tends to be annoyed by people and be very distrustful, but it seems he could finally be himself with someone without having to worry.

> Megumi Fushiguro walked in the library again, slightly later than usual because this time he had taken longer to kill a curse, and noticed that you were not studying at your usual table. He looked around the huge library to see if you were elsewhere, but there was no sign of you. "Maybe she took a break today," he thought. 

> Megumi Fushiguro came back one, two, three more times to the library and there was no sign of you. He inwardly scolded himself for not asking for your contact last time he saw you so he could make sure you were okay. Although, there was the possibility that you were avoiding him so that he would no longer interrupt your studies.

> Megumi Fushiguro went back to his routine of borrowing books to read in his room. This time, after acquiring his books, he saw you enter the library and your gazes finally met. He sighed in relief to see that you were okay.

> Megumi Fushiguro didn't hesitate to approach you to say hello and check about your well-being. You told him that you didn’t come to the library because you went to take the entrance exam to Kyoto University and passed the exam to get into medical school. He was excited for you and said, "I knew you would make it." 

> Megumi Fushiguro was genuinely happy for you, but being in Tokyo, you would probably never study in that library again. You noticed his distress and asked him what was wrong. He replied that he would just miss studying with you. You suggested that they could still be study partners via video call, an idea that pleased the black-haired man. 

> Megumi Fushiguro asked for your contact (finally) and invited you to grab a coffee to celebrate your entrance to university. You accepted and reached for his hand, he hesitated to give it to you, but when your warm fingers wrapped around his hand he knew that everything would be fine. You both left the library holding hands and never let go of each other.

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[futurecorps3]

hello! could i please request James Potter x Goth!Reader? She would be a hufflepuff, maybe he saw her once at the hallway defending some younger kids from some bullies and it was love at first sight uwu

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐆𝐨𝐭𝐡!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Masterlist<3

Yay, this is so cute!! I wouldn't define my style as goth but it is more on the punk/grunge, so I hope I get this right. Thanks for requesting, nonnie! x

♡ Baby boy is so :(

♡ He holds no stereotypes or at the very least tries his best not to

♡ So, when he sees you defending a Gryffindor boy -surely a first year- from a group of Ravenclaws, it's safe to say he was head over heels.

♡ "Hey I-I just wanted to say that was very kind of you" all light voices trying to be masked by an overly confident body language because you're so tall in those boots holy shit you're intimidating

♡ You are until you flash a dazzling smile to him

♡ "It's the least I could do; poor kid was terrified of them. If only he knew we're all very scared of everything most of the time..." you wondered, walking to the covered bridge with your long, black leather coat floating almost divinely behind you

♡ "I-I'm James!" he shouts, hand in his fluffy hair as he stared at you go before turning around briefly and shouting back "I know!" with a giggle

♡ He was aghast, knowing he hadn't seen you before in all his years here. How could he miss you!?

♡ While you didn't share any classes, he made sure to take an extra look at the Hufflepuff table during lunch and found you there, giggling with your friends

♡ "James, eat up" Remus mumbled with a full mouth "He's in love, Moony. Let him enjoy the fleeting moments of joy that come with the sight of his belo-" "Shut up Sirius, I can't hear her"

♡ Not long after, he saw you in the steps for Hufflepuff during a Quidditch match. In a swift motion, he flew on his broom over to you

♡ "James!" you smiled. You were wearing a dress vest, a long raincoat and dress pants all in black, along with silver accessories "I'd say your name in the same excited tone but I don't have the pleasure of knowing it"

♡ He was such a charmer, couldn't help but blush a bit 🤭

♡ "It's Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N"

♡ My man felt butterflies, fireworks and his heart skipped a beat! It felt nice to say your name, a good feeling in his tongue that he couldn't get rid of

♡ Y/N, Y/N, Y/N

♡ He took a big deep breath and turned the slut on

♡ "You're on the wrong side of the stadium, darlin'. Should be on Gryffindor's side! Let me take you there" he said, offering his hand out, so you hopped on his broom

♡ You declined kindly, saying your friend was playing for the first time today and you couldn't leave.

♡ James feigned offence and winked before flying off with his signature smirk

♡ Two weeks later, at the match against Slytherin, he spotted a familiar face in the crowd while he stretched and played his best

♡ After that, you never really left his side

♡ You seemed to be everywhere! He found you in the library, during parties, on Hogsmeade and even in the hallways

♡ This turned you into something, making him ask you for a date eventually. A date you said yes to.

♡ Now to the dating part <3

♡ HE BUYS YOU GOTH SHIT HE KNOWS YOU'LL LIKE

♡ "Look! It's a silver cross!", "Baby I got this corset for you, they only had this tone of red though...", "I got your eyeliner refill... yes I know you still have some but it'll run out EVENTUALLY... love you too, dove”

♡ He borrows your crop tops ughhhh!!!

♡ Baby is so supportive!! Ofc you don’t care much about what people say about your style but if you ever have second guesses he makes sure to reassure you

♡ YOU BLESSED THIS WORLD WITH THE SIGHT OF JAMES POTTER WITH EYELINER

♡ He loves Siouxie and the Banshees bro, he’ll be forever grateful to you for showing him her cover of Passenger, originally by Iggy Pop

♡ Y’all go record shopping to the city <3

♡ “James, baby, I adore you but if Daniel Ash asked me out…”

♡ He gave you the silent treatment for like thirty minutes, caving when you pretended to be truly hurt

♡ James is a SUCKER for seeing you get ready

♡ Wether you wear huge eyeliner with intricate designs or just take a lot of time accessorizing, he’s there to admire and help in what he can!!

♡ Therefore, loves going shopping with you

♡ He incorporated some of your underground music knowledge to one up Sirius during muggle music discussions

♡ “Queen is great but have you heard Sisters of Mercy?” “James there’s not a point of comparison what the fuck are you talking abou-“

♡ Worships the ground you walk on pretty much

♡ You get many stares with different meanings when you walk through the school but the only one you care about is James’ lovesick gaze checking you out from one of the classroom’s doors

♡ “You’re so hot” he’d groan when you finally reach his arms before kissing you UGH SOMEONE BRING HIM TO ME NOW!!!

♡ Just imagining his linebacker figure, dressed in his jersey and being the sunshine he is next to you which are pretty much the opposite at first sight makes my heart all warm!!!!!!

♡ To end this, a random little hc I developed just now

♡ If you tend to be very all over the place and distracted like me, rest assured that James Potter knows where all your shit is

♡ “Love, have you seen my boots? The one’s with a bunch of buckles on them, can’t fin-“ “Bottom of the bed” …. “Jamie! Where’s my chain?” “Bats or coffin?” “Bats” “Top left drawer under your black shirt with the tiny holes on it”

♡ Sweet angel boy loves his goth girl!!

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

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[weird-dere-writes]

how does yuno ask you on a first date? or do you do it?

This ended up being basically fic length selfship lore dropping here 😶. I hope u don't mind! But I do think it gives good context for the answer to your question mhm mhm 🙂‍↕️.

(here also are some other recent lore posts in twyuno zeitgeist uwu <3 lore 1 lore 2) [<- me when they're no longer as recent bc i've taken 2 weeks to answer this ask sekibnfikrebyidre]

Basically this particular lore dump is:

How me and Yuno end up meeting 💚🌿💜💫

This is fleshing out the little blurbs from the A-side and B-side moodboards.

Chronologically, B-side comes first. It all starts on the night of the ceremony where the squad rankings are announced and the numbers of stars earned is made known to the public (in the capital).

I am amongst the people in the capital, kind of just doing my own thing by myself. It was nice to enjoy the festivities, though it did bother me the amount of bad mouthing virtually everyone was doing about the poorer people around that were trying to find good opportunities for themselves and enjoy the festivities too.

I knew what the true purpose of this festival was, but I really had no intention of going to that part. To me, there's some merit to acknowledging the accomplishments of the squads, but at the same time I know things will inevitably be petty surrounding it all and I want no parts. I have enough of that every day already. Have since I ended up in the clover kingdom. I'm good. I do not need to be trapped in a sea of people with the mindset of the rich in this land.

And yet, I find myself being dragged to it by Leopold Vermillion when he finds me far out elsewhere enjoying the festivities. He is practically sprinting as he drags me along saying that it will be starting soon and we'll be late. (He lost track of time and was already running late when he found me).

We happen to make it to the back of the crowd in the announcement area just in time to see Asta soaring above the audience before landing on the stage. Julius makes statements about how the two young men on stage made the most progress of the new comers this year. Sekke "Mr. Ha Ha!" Bronzazza brings up their class to get the audience to turn on them. Inevitably, the audience does. And then Yuno and Asta decide to showcase their abilities. And Julius then shares his dream of a Clover Kingdom where everyone looks past class mhm mhm.

The moment Yuno summons the magic torrent of winds, I get a flashback to a natural phenomenon that would sometimes happen in my home country. A particular memory of how I stood in the middle of it once, washes over me. My heart is racing in my chest, my knees go weak, my eyes water, it feels like something I can't identify courses through my veins. I am transfixed on the source of that display, on Yuno.

Leo gets me out of my trance by placing a hand on my shoulder after they finish their display. Looks at me and I start following him. We have to meet with the rest of our squad to debrief with Mereoleona soon. As we make our way to that rendezvous point, he tells me it's gonna be okay. That we're both gonna get stronger. That we'll do more than just catch up, but that we'll surpass both Asta and Yuno.

And while that is comforting, because how much I have to grow is a part of how I'm feeling right now, he doesn't know that isn't the major contributor to this reaction.

When we're at that point, I am coaching myself in my head as we wait for our captain.

"Breathe."

Mereo comes down. Berates us for our ranking. And then, Asta and Yuno happen to come down the stairs. I feel the rest of my squad is focused on the captain. But I notice the two. My eyes fall on Yuno as he talks to Asta. I quickly look away. I feel shaky. My face warms. I breath a quiet sigh.

The next time we meet is just hours later. Mereo has kidnapped Charlotte, Yami, Yuno, some of the black bulls etc. We are at the volcano strong magic zone. We are challenged to learn mana skin and climb the volcano.

It takes me a moment to adjust to the atmosphere, but perks of coming where I'm from is the diversity of the landscape. Vast regions with different climates, ecosystems, mana (all strong), natural phenomenon, etc. I'm flying up the mountain with what looks like jets coming out of my feet shortly after Yami and Charlotte. Yuno begins making his ascent after me.

The further I get up toward the peak of the volcano, the more I start to feel... strange. I feel lightheaded; like my being, down to its core, is vibrating. My pulse feels shaky and erratic in my veins. I start to flail a bit just as Yuno overtakes me heading upward.

As you can imagine, it is not the most convenient to be losing my shit in the midst of a sky raining hot ash and boulders. I lose control of my path, and before I know it, I see black. I've passed out.

And yet, my body keeps moving. The moment I'm unconscious, my body rights itself again, the jets on my feet getting bigger.

By this point, Yuno had completed his trek up the billowing peak. Had been standing where he was for the span of a minute before I fly past, this 🤏🏾 close to clipping him. Results in a bit of a jumpscare on his part.

The jets on my feet stop, but I keep soaring. I'm flying in circles around the top of the volcano; on my third rotatation once Asta makes it up, propelled by his demon sword's thirst for Mereo's strong power.

Once Asta is punched into some rock and the rest make it to the peak, I am still just circlin' 🧍🏾‍♀️ and beginning to revolve faster and faster.

At first everyone (including Mereo) think I'm just pushing myself/showing off. It takes them all a minute to realize that I am actually unconscious.

A bit of a disagreement breaks out. Or rather, it’s more of a one sided argument. Lots of people present are saying that it’s dangerous and someone should get me down; getting more and more heated as Mereo without much emotion says to leave me. (She’s seeing something special about my interaction with the surrounding mana that the others don’t)

Tensions rise, but ultimately Yuno— always one to do what he thinks is right regardless of superiors, seniority, whatever— ends up being the one to get me down. He uses his wind magic to propel himself up and catch me; using his abilities to soften the blow of my body colliding with his. He brings me down, holding me bridal style as he and Mereo exchange the subtlest of glares.

Yuno kinda just keeps holding me as Mereo begins her after training spiel as the heat dies down and the water of the onsen comes out.

I wake up again around the time Sol makes the huge divider to separate the men and women. I’m a little too disoriented to worry about my previous feelings about him I was experiencing. I did feel a little warm though, when I felt his hand on my lower back to steady me once I was back on my feet. After being filled in on what happened from he and Asta, I thanked him, then went to join the ladies. That soak would probably help things...

He talked a little with Asta, his eyes lingering on me as I walked away.

After that day I would linger in the back of his mind. Curiosities about me and my abilities would haunt him from time to time. Sometimes it’s a little voice whispering to him other times it is grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him. I will just pop up in his mind at the most random times and he doesn’t know why.

He finds himself wondering how I’m doing. What kind of magic I have and what the extent of my abilities are. Why I chose the Crimson Lion Kings. Et cetera.

Despite the many people he’s met since becoming a magic knight, the only other person he’s really thought about in that way is his family/rival, Asta.

It gets to the point where even his squad mates, who normally can’t read him too well (but know he’s a good guy), can tell something is on his mind. Mimosa is able to surmise from her own experience that it is not a something, but rather a someone. She really doesn’t know for sure, but in her mind, she thinks it’s him worrying about Asta.

Mimosa suggests to him that he should write about it. Someone she met once had given her the advice that if a certain person was always on her mind— a family member, an old friend, a rival, a teacher, someone that made her mad, etc.— that writing a letter to them, and putting all the thoughts in her head down on paper would help. The letter was never to be sent, but simply to be a receptacle of these thoughts and feelings toward whoever she was addressing. So she could stop thinking of them as much if it was stressing her out or distracting her.

Without many other ideas to help himself, Yuno does decide he will give this a try. But he is missing one crucial thing. Mimosa says it is very important that he address whoever he writes to by name! Else, he's not really addressing them and therefore his thoughts, is he?

So if he is alone and has the chance while he is out and about, he will ask around trying to figure out who I am. One lucky day, an elderly lady with a sweet soul in the capital has what he's looking for. She is an apothecary running a small shop somewhere tucked away. He was tracking a lead for a mission and found the little place along his way. Figured he'd stop in and ask if whoever was inside had seen anything unusual.

She tells him she hadn't, and gets to talking about how stressful it must be for a young man like him to be doing this kind of work; worrying in that kind way old people do. She gives him some dried rose petals free of charge, as a thanks for protecting this land they live in. Tells him that they can be used for many things, but he looks like the type that might like to make tea with them.

Just as he's about to open the door to the shop and continue his mission, he stops and turns around; asks if she knows about the girl he's looking for. She seems to know exactly who she is. The two are quite close, in fact.

After his talk with the nice lady, Yuno leaves the place with not only the dried rose petals, but an envelope that has the name Twyla written on it tucked away in his uniform.

One fateful day, when there is nothing else for him to do- no missions and perhaps Mimosa and Klaus are away- he figures he should try this exercise. Thing is, he can't really figure out how.

Yuno is not a man of many words. The letters he sent to even his own family at the church back in Hage were precise, to the point, and rather vague in nature, but well meaning nonetheless.

There were SO many things he wanted to ask me (theoretically), but translating those thoughts to paper just wasn't clicking for him. All he could manage to write to start was:

"Hello."

Eventually, he would fold up the letter and set it aside, opting to try again some other time before deciding to put it inside the envelope with my name so he wouldn't lose track of it.

Before long, payday comes around. Yuno has sent off some money along with a letter back to his home in Hage.

The two he's paired with for missions most often are around looking for him while he happens to be out training somewhere or other. They come across his room in the squad barracks, door nearly closed, but ever so slightly ajar (bro got sidetracked by another golden dawn member while leaving and didn't realize he didn't fully shut his door when he went off).

Klaus knocks and calls out to Yuno with no response. Mimosa surmises that maybe he isn't here, but Klaus, ever the worrywart, thinks it possible Yuno is somehow hurt. There is a small deliberation between the two before Klaus slowly pushes the door open to see Yuno is, in fact, not there.

After a little "hmph!" and push up of his glasses on his nose, Klaus goes to shut the door. But Mimosa stops him when she sees an envelope upturned on his desk. Immediately she is pushing past Klaus and into Yuno's room, pulling the envelope toward her and holding it closed, eyes scanning his desk for- Aha!

A wax seal stamp.

When she asks Klaus to light the candle nearby, he is confused. But she reasons with him that Yuno must have forgotten to send his periodic letter home! And the window to send it closes soon!

Right away Klaus is getting to it, and in a short while they have a sealed letter on their hands.

No peeking at whatever was written inside, of course!

Without even a glance at the front of the envelope they are handing it to a spatial traveling owl who will take it to where it needs to go.

For the first few days, Yuno doesn't realize it's disappeared. Some new assignments and training keep his focus. But when he DOES realize it, going to try the exorcise again only to end up searching his entire room and finding it absolutely nowhere, he:

sweats lowkey LMAO

Days later, I find myself receiving a letter. I am at first excited! And then confused? I had expected it to be the sweet apothecary who had essentially become my mother figure being here, seeing as her handwriting addressed me on the outside of the envelope. I thought it was neat that she had gotten a new wax seal to try!

But upon opening it, there was handwriting I did not recognize. With a simple greeting on an otherwise empty page.

H u h ?

Despite my confusion, I do decide on keeping it. And eventually, bored one day I figure why not respond. What an interesting way to make a new friend, right? Clearly if the sweet old lady ok'd this, she must have thought this person was good for me to meet, right?

So I draw this person a rose. And taking a page from them, I write only one word on the entire page to accompany the drawing:

"Hey."

Before I overthink myself out of it, I seal it up and send it (being lucky to find that the birds can somehow do a return to sender option lsnfuirneuidjterd).

And within the next few days, Yuno finds an envelope with a midnight blue seal on his desk.

He is apprehensive to say the least, but eventually opens it. And when he does, a light blush dusts his cheeks. Sylph is very much not happy about it, but as always, is ignored.

We start sending letters back and forth. For a long time he knows it is me he is sending these letters to, but on my end, I have no clue who this pen pal I am writing to is. (I'm not sure he knows I don't know lol)

I learn at some point in our back and forth that this person is in the golden dawn. I was a little shocked, but that was pretty cool! Making a friend in the top squad is something cool, no?

A few letters later, after finally building up the courage and asking, I learn it is Yuno who I have been writing to.

Aaaaaand Twyla.exe stops working NUREIBNFUYIKRSTDHBGYUGJREBLD.

It takes me a little longer than usual to send a reply bc... processing.

But I do become somewhat normal again and send one in time lol.

The next letter he sends, is a letter asking to formally meet, and maybe do a little speaking in person.

And THAT, dear Mimi, is what all of his and my squad members come to call our first "date". Even though neither of us were in the headspace to be capable of considering it that at the time lmao.

So long story short, he asked me out via letter 💌.

[ragnarokhound]

For the ask AU....

Jaytim bodyswap AU, or mutual ghost AU...?

Hope these sound fun::p

For the AU ask game!

Ohhh, these are so fun! But OwO omg body swap au!!

The fun of bodyswap au for me is 100% about literally walking a mile in their shoes, realizing things you didn't before about what they have to deal with day to day. But forget that, I had a fun idea about a hyperspecific situation instead lol

Five fun facts about a jaytim bodyswap au id write:

Enemies/Coworkers to Friends. Jason and Tim don't like each other (or Tim doesn't like Jason... "Be my Robin era") but they have to work a job together. Dick was supposed to be their partner on a crucial op, but he got yoinked/got sick/etc, so now Tim/Jason has to fill in for him and it's terrible >:/ months of work and weeks of planning jeopardized because this asshole has to be brought in and caught up and he SUCKS UGH

The bodyswap happens while Tim is dressed as a woman. Not only is Jason suddenly shorter and lighter, he is now in heels and a wig and holy shit, Tim, is that a thong. Meanwhile Tim is boggling at how many people he can look in the eye/down on and runs into at last one doorframe and then never again

One of them was going to play the honeypot. It's too late to change that plan after the bodyswap. (Tim may be dressed as a woman, but I'm extremely here for Jason being the person their target goes for)

They know what certain emotions look like, when they're twisted up in their own face. Tim knows what he looks like when he's frustrated/wistful/pining. Jason knows what he looks like when he wants to kiss someone. Is that what he...? (Part of why they butt heads is also just. Not being good at each other's facial expressions. Bats may be excellent at reading body language but I maintain that they have blind spots the size and shape of each other)

And of course, because bodyswap is not complete without hearing a conversation about yourself or being spoken to like you really are the other person, they both are subjected to hearing how Dick/Bruce/Babs/your person or people of choice talks to Tim (about Jason or not) and vice versa UwU

(BONUS FACT: they definitely bone/kiss/etc before getting swapped back lmao my kingdom for any excuse to let Jason feel small in a sexual setting)

[masakuterarr]

Uvogin Headcanons Time (cute this time)

Fuck it. More uvo hc cuz 👏 I 👏 Can 👏

Since I can't draw much atm bc of my physical state (I am ill since 3 weeks cuz there's something called delayed period after medications 🫠 I have been half dead, half like I am the best doing person alive for 3 weeks now. It's great. Not. I hate it. It's getting better tho.) So bc of that, all I can give u are HCs. You will like anyways. I hope you do. You better do or I'll visit you in your sleep. Anyways lemme open the dinner 👏

(also some of them happened during one of the... Many... Talks with @monosanimegenericzone, so thank you sweet heart for giving me more and more ideas for the endless list of Uvogin HCs 💅✨

Uvo is a ff dog. Nothing new, I know, but I wanna elaborate more on that. You can turn (with u I mean 3 people out of the troupe cuz anyone else would get killed by uvo for doing that. These 3 people are chrollo, shal and Nobunaga) uvogin into a ff puppy. A purring puppy. Doesn't make sense but u know what I mean.

Like lemme go through the list

belly rubs(the best of the best)

2. Chin rubs (he barely let's anyone touch the part of his neck/chin cuz it's sensitive UwU)

3. Behind his ear (cuz it good)

4. His hand palm. (Scratch it and he starts purring like a Lil kitty. It's good)

Also I am 100% convinced that if you just slightly on accident Touch uvogins inner thighs, he dies. Like literally. He freezes and turns into a ff mess of gibberish and stumbling over his own words. Cuz hear me out. Uvogin is ff ticklish and I'll fight over this with my life.

I KNOW HE HAS IRON SKIN. BUT ITS ONLY A PROTECTION FOR ROUGH AND HARSH AND SHARP INCOMMING DAMAGE. light touches with your fingertip? Nah sir he can't block that with his skin. He feels everything and he's going crazy over it cuz he is absolutely everything BUT used to soft touches.

Shal probably often chases him bc he loves to tease uvo with it. And uvo doesn't know what to do. I think he likes it on one hand but at the other hand he gets so overwhelmed by it. And it's the cutest shit imagineable in my head.

Go with a finger over his spine and he does a funny dance while just verbally keysmashing. I love it. I live for it. And it's by far my favorite hc of uvogin.

Also I had this scene in my head. Shalnark giving vuo belly rubs (hihi cute) and Nobunaga just goes by and looks over it like "nah shal u doing it wrong" and he just ff snitches on uvogin, cuz yeah again, nobu does know everything of this man, and uvo is like "u ff traitor"

So to do the snitching, I know it cuz Nobunaga told me himself, u have to combine gently but rough belly rubs with a bit of softness on slight tickling on his sides. 😌 Keeps him on the edge 🫠

Normally I would already sink into the ground out of emberassment over just writing this out. But I blame it on my medication that I give 0 fucks rn. So see this as a win. I will probably sink into emberassment when I read this tomorrow again :D

[cosmicallybound]

good evening darlings, && happy new year's eve! this year has been a bit of a whirlwind, but i thank each && every one of you for your presence on my dash && in my life. i've had hyeon / this blog for so long that i don't even remember my blog anniversary anymore lol. but, even though 2024 is ending, i wanted to give my thanks && love && i look forward to interacting with all of you in 2025.

@espelharr : i gotta start off with like, my main pookie. cosmic, light of my life . . . i adore the absolute hell out of you. thank you for being one of my main hoes (lovingly) && for sticking with me even when my brain wants to be a bitch. i cannot even begin to explain how your company, both on && off tumblr, has been one of the biggest highlights of my time here. i am always so happy to see you online && active. i cannot wait to see what 2025 brings, && how the babes continue to shoot themselves in the foot around each other.

@attroxx : salem, i know you are currently on break until the new year, but i could never make one of these without you. your presence on my dash is always a gift, && i thank you for being around for so long, that you are truly one of the ogs now. i cannot wait to continue interacting with you && seeing where the wind takes us.

@bulletshot : nana, you absolutely beautiful person you. i kith you on the mouth so hard. though we haven't been mutuals forever, i always look forward to seeing you on my dash. your writing && presence is such a fucking delight to see, && i am so happy to call you a friend.

@goldenfists : joo, my absolute darling. i know we've been moots for a while at this point, but i am so fuckin happy that we've really started to interact a lot this year. you are a blessing to have in my life, && i absolutely want to game && spend time with you outside of tumblr. anyways, i love the pookies together, && i am absolute heart-eyes @ you.

@vulpesse : bun, i know we are more like ships passing in the night at times, but you are one of the ogs at this point, && i could not imagine my dash without you. your presence, warmth, && talent warm my cold, gremlin heart && i watch lovingly from my dash @ everything you do. here is hoping that we get more chances to interact in 2025.

@lronwilled : shep, you absolute cutie you. i know we've only really started to interact in the last few months, but you have become such a mainstay in my life that i could not imagine you not being there. anyways, you are so talented && big-brained && have the biggest di heart. i smooch you on the forehead && offer my love to thee.

@ilbound : maverick, i know you took a break && we haven't interacted a ton in a while, but i missed you!! your presence && writing was missed, && i am glad to see that you are back. your mental health && well-being is always the most important, but i am glad to have you back. i look forward to interacting a ton && throwing the babes at each other.

@deadn30n : alex, the pookie that returned from war when we needed them most. i am smooching you so hard rn. you are an absolute gem, && i promise that my brain has just hated me these past few weeks, i will absolutely be getting to those replies soon. anyways, you are amazing && i adore thee. thank you for being in my life uwu.

my other pookies, i adore you all so much. thank you for putting up with my bullshit && your continuous support. i am making a few new year's resolutions && plan on abiding by them bc i need more change in my life. one of those resolutions is to be more of a constant presence here. my activity has been sporadic these year, for a multitude of reasons. but never doubt that i adore each && every one of you. thank you for an amazing 2024, && here is to hoping that 2025 is even better.

as always, my discord is available to my moots. @ lunaria_0, for those that would like to add me / chat outside of tungler~!

[maxmoffs]

gonna just post this quick psa yap about my interactions here on wanda and the rest of my blogs from here on out , then i'll be fully committed and indulged into finally ! fulfilling my owed starters , inbox and drafts and writing entirely, just because i want to get it out of my chest and so that im fully comfortable and happy with my blogs and want to be able to come on without feeling so anxious ! this is the most I’ve approached everyone and bravely finally after being shy and hesitant so pls be proud of me uwu . it’s been a long time coming i know , im finally actively interacting, i do know that i had been so yappy ooc the past weeks that just went by! its because i haven't been doing anything but work and training and with the christmas holidays chaos, so it had gotten me incredibly sporadic which is the reason for my lack to keep a consistent flow of my writing on all my blogs no matter how much i wanted to ! i actually have no idea who is following me or not still from the last time ppl had been more enthusiastic of when i made wanda weeks ago uuhuhu , but i hope all of you are still interested because when i write and post all my owed writing its both old and new bahaha just bc i hadnt had the proper opportunity to write wanda as how ive been wanting to with full focus like right now bc i had been so busy :( <3 please continue below for the psa , i appreciate you if you do get where im coming from <3 because after this , i want to just feel happy writing wanda and the rest of my muses . without feeling like i have to prove my worth or place , but im finally at a good mental balance of both , and i now have slower days since christmas is finally at its end of holiday chaos for me work wise which was the only thing holding me back and life is life and i will now stop for apologising to be slow ! i now have discord anyways , which is also finally open and im migrating to as an avenue to 'yap' and plot with those that dont mind my excitment hahahaahah so as long as we're mutuals , im already a big yapper and will always be welcoming , so you are welcome to add me just pls understand that i do get overstimulated or busy sometimes but i'll use it more now ( arden1ly . )

im gonna just consider this as an add to my rules . but as i continue here on out now , i think i will now stop following people first anymore unless obvs we are moots and you're moving blogs . and will just focus my time and attention to those of you that just want to write with me and wanda and my multi , who are already here, my mutuals and my mains / friends who's stuck by and been patient and understanding with me . i will always be an open book , and will always always keen a nurturing and safe environment because i love writing , and love being able to write with everyone as best i can, but will no longer go too above and beyond to push myself to others and i will always be here to come back to when the interest rises again of interest to write with me , because at the end of the day ! im here to write with you ! and along with that , a bonus when i create wonderful friendships which i also know and feel that i have now <3

it is what it is, and i have lost a few wonderful moots i had been writing with a couple of weeks back out of the blue that i never even noticed probs bc of that very reason , i have kept myself quite so very open book and half of the time i literally dont know whats going on so i tend to really keep my and i noticed that it definitely scared ppl that my inability to hold my excitement can be sometimes excessive so i will try to refrain from it now , because ive always advocated kindess and positvity on my blog and nothing else ! but i know tumblr is so scary! and can be so judgemental , and im a super open book but also can barely keep up so sometimes i barely scroll through tumblr, but i always try my best. from here on out though , obviously i will always and stay welcoming especially if you are a mutual already here , but i just no longer want to keep apologising for my speed / slow -ness , or for my personality bc really half of the time its just me approaching with excitement to write and interact, but ive noticed that its probs annoyed ppl , and i dont want to also be annoying for anyone <3

[butmakeitgayblog]

Heyyyy, I just discovered your blog and ffs and they are a revelation (uwu). I really like your takes on Clarke and Lexa and how you describe them, very spot on for me. If you don't mind I would like to ask you to recommend me some Canon Clexa Fanfics ( I've already read The white queen running, Love On The Ground, This heart fossilized and silent, What we deserve series, The little Pains series and currently reading Fleimkepa). Sorry for the occasional mistake, English is not my first language. Hope you have a good day, xoxo (gossip girl) sorry joking it's not even funny bye I swear I'm over 18.

Hello hello 😌

You don't ever have to apologize for mistakes in English babe, it's my first language and I still fuck it up 💁‍♀️

As for recs, I'm really terrible at remembering fic names 😬 the only ones coming to mind right this second are Within Me an Invincible Summer. That's a canon divergent fic set in the future where an older Lexa goes to visit an older Clarke at Arkadia that is sweet and angsty and lovely (also everything badlance writes is majestic). AphroditesLaw, Curious, is set post series finale, so it's actually god/alien!Lexa rather than Lexa-Lexa, but still a great and heartrending read. Lightning Only Strikes Once, the quintessential fix-it from way back that once had a comic to go with it until CW decided to be dicks about it (I mean I get it tho 😕)

Also, shameless self-promotion:

My canon fic, meet me in moonlight, under the old willow tree

Canon divergent fic set a few weeks after they sleep together (sans anything involving a gun because that was stupid) when Clarke has to return to Arkadia following the kill order. Lexa and Clarke meet in the dead of night to discuss the next steps moving forward in their plans for disposing of Pike, as well as... reconnecting 😏

[koushisbabie]

UWU I HONESTLY YOUR WORK SO MUCH this is my first time on this app so I don’t really know much about it ! Thank you for putting so much effort in every post ,can I request sugawara x reader (how he would react when you keep biting your lip out of anxiety until it bleed ,cause lately I have been doing it a lot

Sorry because my English is not very good anyway HAVE A GREAT DAY ❤️❤️

Oh my gosh I am so sorry I completely forgot I got this request. Thank you for requesting a fic, and thank you for the compliment, you are so sweet T_T Comments like this give me the motivation to write more and get more creative with my ideas. In saying that, I hope your anxiety and your lip biting has gotten better <3 I don't know if you're still active on here, but I've written a small drabble (it ended up long haha) here for you! I hope you like it <3

‘Yo, Suga!’

Suga’s head appears from behind the precariously stacked wall of books on the library table. ‘Yes?’

‘Geez, isn’t that overdoing it?’ Asahi chuckles, gesturing to the books.

‘Well, I guess so,’ Suga replies, ‘but exams are only a week away.’ He shuffles aside some of the haphazardly strewn books and papers and pens, giving Asahi and Daichi space to sit down.

‘Where’s Yn?’ Daichi asks, peering around.

‘She’s around,’ Suga replies, ‘I think she went to the bathroom…’

‘I’m right here!’ Yn pops their head around the shelves. ‘I’ve been looking for this damn book for twenty minutes now.’

‘Oh yeah, looks like a long read.’

‘Can’t be helped,’ Yn says, sitting down next to Suga. ‘Tuesday’s exam is going to kick my ass if I don’t absorb this entire book.’

‘Take it easy, Yn,’ Daichi says. ‘You look a little tired, have you been sleeping alright?’

Suga glances at Daichi, then at Yn.

‘Well, yeah, kind of,’ Yn replies, nudging Suga’s arm affectionately. ‘Usually after we call.’

‘Which reminds me, I need to send you the link to this video that explains chapter eight in a bit more detail,’ Suga says absentmindedly. ‘It’s forty five minutes long but there’s some good illustrations in it that highlight how complex–’

‘You guys seem busy,’ Asahi interjects politely. ‘We should be heading off, we’ll tell the others that you’re studying this afternoon.’

‘Oh no, it’s okay,’ Yn says, glancing at their phone. ‘I actually forgot I promised I’d be home to receive a package later.’

‘You’re leaving already?’

‘Sorry,’ Yn says, ‘I’ll call you tonight, though? We can go through the last of these notes together!’

‘Yeah, sure,’ Suga replies, squeezing Yn’s hand before turning back to his notes.

Yn hesitates, before gathering their things and disappearing between the aisles of books.

An awkward silence falls between the friends, before Daichi pipes up.

‘Hey, Suga, did you see how red Yn’s lips were?’

Suga looks up from his notes, his pen paused above the paper. ‘You noticed it, too?’

‘It wasn’t subtle…’ Asahi says, quietly. ‘To be honest, I think they had been bleeding.’

‘Bleeding?’ Suga’s face fills with shock. ‘I didn’t realise it was that bad. I thought it was just sunburn.’

Daichi and Asahi share a look.

‘Okay,’ Daichi says sternly. ‘I see what’s going on. You’re too focused on your studying, you’ve neglected Yn. Maybe you should put the books away and spend some quality time with them.’

‘What do you mean?’ Suga asks, a little hurt.

‘Daichi’s right… I think Yn is really stressed. A lot of lip biting is caused by anxiety… I haven’t seen it that bad before, and I’ve known them for years.’

Suga pauses thoughtfully. ‘You’re right. The books could wait.’

‘We just mean–’

‘I have an idea,’ Suga says, grinning. ‘Thank you for slapping some sense into me.’

Yn arrives home sweating and tired, the heavy books in their bag weighing painfully on their back. They abandon the bag in the hallway and head to the bathroom, the light soft against their skin. They peer at their lips, swollen like a blossoming red rose. The urge to bite is strong, the pain satisfying momentarily distracts them from the bubbling anxiety in their belly.

Exams were only a week away but with the high percentage of worth the marks carry, anxiety had been slithering throughout the schools hallways like a giant snake stalking its prey, following students home so they could not find respite, even in their beds.

A knock at the door sounds loud and urgent.

As Yn pulls the door open, Suga almost drops the stack of books in his arms and the bags at his elbows.

‘Oh, Yn!’ Suga grins. ‘Mind if I come in?’

‘Of course,’ Yn says, bewildered. ‘Let me help you.’

In the living room, Yn places the stack of books on the coffee table, wondering how Suga could manage getting through them all with practice almost every afternoon. Despite being as passionate about volleyball as the others, he could somehow find the time to study when he really wants to.

‘So,’ Yn says, falling into the crease of the soft couch, ‘what brought you here?’

Suga glances at them, his mouth in a small frown, the creases between his brows knitted. ‘Look,’ he begins, ‘I have noticed that you’ve been a little… out of sorts, lately.’

Yn frowns, fidgeting in their lap with their fingers.

‘I don’t want you to ever feel like you’re less than beautiful, by the way!’ Suga says quickly, placing his hands on either side of Yn’s face.

Yn’s cheeks begin to flush. ‘What do you mean?’ They squeak.

Suga hesitates. ‘You’re doing it right now –’ Suga pauses, pointing at Yn’s lips, ‘you’re biting your lip too much!’

Yn swallows hard. ‘Oh. I hoped you wouldn’t notice.’

Suga smiles softly. ‘It took me a few moments to really see it.’ He hesitates. ‘I was too focused on studying, when I should have been looking out for you. I’m sorry.’

‘No, it’s okay!’ Yn blushes. ‘You’re here now! And it’s just anxiety, I mean, it’s always there, what can you do?’

‘Well…’ Suga says, turning to the coffee table. ‘I’m not sure if any of this will help, but I wanted to make up for not being one hundred percent there for you when you’re anxious.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘These are just some small gifts,’ Suga says. He opens the thick paper bags, revealing a fluffy blanket, a few lip balms, a small box of tea, a journal, and all of Yn’s favourite snacks. ‘I know it’s not much, and it can’t fix your anxieties completely, BUT I do think that tea will help, and maybe you can journal some of your worries and one of these lip balms is good for deterring lip biting, I think,’ Suga says quickly. ‘And of course, the blanket is for when it gets cooler and we can play games or something, together.’

A comfortable silence fills the room. Yn processes the gesture slowly, their eyes welling, their chest swelling with butterflies.

‘Oh no,’ Suga says, pulling Yn into a hug, pressing them to his chest. ‘I’m sorry, was it too much?’

Yn breathes in his scent, the clean soapy smell mixed with the day’s activities. Familiarity and safety is how Yn would describe Suga and his hugs, the gesture alone could deter them from the worries that plagued their mind.

‘This is too nice,’ Yn murmurs. ‘It’s just a bitten lip, why are you doing so much over that?’

‘Well, I don’t know what’s going on in the background – I’d like to,’ he says quietly. ‘I’d like to sit here and listen to you talk about what’s worrying you, if you’d let me. You never have to, if you aren't comfortable, but I’m always here.’

‘I get it now,’ Yn says, sniffling. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t want to bother you because I know you’ve been busy too. Exam season gets us all, doesn’t it?’

Suga laughs. ‘It does, but it’s my job to also look after you.’

‘Does it bother you?’ Yn asks quietly. ‘My lips…’

‘Well, it looks a little painful,’ Suga replies. ‘I’d hate for you to endure the pain or get an infection. That’s why I picked up the lip balm specifically for healing lips,’ he says, reading the back of the lip balm.

Yn curls into the crook of Suga’s arm, peering at the lip balm. Suga takes Yn’s chin, and tilts their head upward, gently applying the lip balm to their lips. The cooling sensation spreads over their lips like a lovely cool breeze. ‘It feels pretty good so far, thank you. Thank you for this. I never expect you to do anything for me, but this has made me feel a lot better – just knowing you care. That you’re here for me. Thank you.’

Suga smiles warmly, squeezing Yn against his chest. ‘If none of this helps you feel less anxious, I’ll just have to squish the anxieties out of you!’

‘Well,’ Yn squeaks, ‘I wouldn’t mind the cuddles!’

[kookieswan]

Shades of Us - Suga Puff

Poly!NamGi x Reader

Word Count: 700+ words

Genre: Poly!AU, College!AU, a nice mix of Angst, Fluff, and Humor! Established relationship this time around.

Warnings: MC is a little stressed out, nothing major though! Just the usual college horrors.

Notes: A request from my baby @sugarflywme. I hope you like it love ♥️🤍

Find the Shades of Us Masterlist here! 🎨

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“What… the… fuck…?” You blink once, twice, thrice at the absolute masterpiece that sits in your living room as you waddle out of your bedroom, blanket clutched tightly around yourself. It’s still a complete mess, the floor covered in newspaper and splattered paint, brushes strewn about as you hastily tried to make something work. Tried to make anything work.

Nothing worked though. Nothing and Yoongi and Joon had watched in worry as you nearly ripped your hair out in frustration. It should have been a simple abstract painting for your Painting III level class and instead it turned into a sad little blob of hatred.

They tried their best to support you, quietly giving you food or refilling your coffee when it ran out, and you appreciate it so damn much. They had even tried to give pointers, Yoongi especially insightful since he has his toes more than dipped into the art world… But this…

“So in my defense, I told big titties over here that he was adding too much pink.” You shuffle closer to the canvas, rubbing your eyes in hopes that the pink fluffy blob will turn into something else. It does not.

“You can never have enough pink! It looks good still…?” Namjoon steps closer behind you, keeping a safe distance as you finally stand directly in front of the easal. When you had left it last night, the painting was something of a sky. A very swirly messed up sky, but still a sky with clouds and something akin to the aurora borealis. Now…

“It looks like a flamingo puked on it.” It does. There’s an obscene amount of pinks and some purple swatched in, and upon closer inspection, the blob has little wings… and a face. It has a fucking face that looks strangely like UwU.

“We named it ‘Suga Puff’. He is friendly and likes cheese.” Of course he likes cheese. That would explain the little yellow dot on the side of its mouth. Turning to look back at your boyfriends, the way they immediately cringe would be apparent to anyone. To be fair, you’re not sure if you want to laugh hysterically or cry till you dry up.

“… Thank you for adding in Suga Puff. He’s very… Charming.” You all stare at each other for a solid ten seconds before you burst into laughter, unable to contain all the emotions that you’ve been harboring the past few days. They laugh with you until you start to cry, their faces turning to horror before they’re both on you, your blanket dropping to the ground.

“Oh no baby we’re so sorry it’s okay please don’t cry-“ Joon starts rambling, effectively embracing both you and Yoongi as the smaller man holds you close and kisses the side of your head. He doesn’t say a word but his silence is a comfort on its own. He knows how stressful your art courses can be, you’ve seen him lose his shit before. Sometimes it’s just better to let it all out.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying. It’s so cute and I think it’s adorable and your were just trying to help…” Namjoon hugs you tighter for a second before loosening his grip, allowing Yoon to pull back. He kisses your cheek while Namjoon leans in and kisses the other, both of your boyfriends finally smiling, dimpled and gummy, as you giggle quietly.

“No need to apologize sweetheart. We’ll help you whip up something new, you still have a week. Now, how about we eat breakfast, yeah?” You hum and nod, Namjoon leading you over to the couch while Yoongi wanders over to the kitchen. You honestly couldn’t ask for better boyfriends…

“Do you losers want pancakes or waffles? Or both?” You call back that you want strawberry pancakes, partially because you love them and partially because Yoongi does too. Plopping down on the couch, you lean into Joon, eyes appraising the beautiful art work your loves crafted from your mistakes. In all honesty, it actually is pretty darn cute.

“I hope you know I’ll be hanging that up in the living room for everyone to see. I’m quite proud of our collaboration.” Namjoon nods proudly to himself, a long arm wrapping around your shoulder to pull you in. You cuddle closer, quietly smiling to yourself as Yoongi yells about potentially burning the house down.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

[alphaofdarkness]

Hi alpha! Just wanted to say I adore your art work and also the way you comment/reblog under art you really like! Like just a moment ago I kinda realized that your expressiveness in your comments is exactly what Ezra would think of Sabine or (I’ve been on an Epic:the musical binge) what Odysseus would think of Penelope. Anyways, hope you have a nice day!😊

Jdkskfkf buenas @universesstardust 🥹 ahhhh 😍💜 you are so kind and wonderful dear (⁎˃ᆺ˂) I do my best, I have a lot of things I need to make; more sabezra, definitely need to do some more solo draws of Sabine and of Ezra, more Star Wars creaturas, trying to plan for Sabine week later 😭 ahh and I want to draw two characters from a small ship from Invincible recently too, need to draw more of my selfships that I haven’t done in forever 😭 muchos cosas que necesito que ser ah~

Like that one lyric from Hamilton, only drawing instead of writing haha, “Why do you draw like you’re running out of time, draw day and night like your running out time?~” lol 🤣

Ahh, my silly nonsense ramblings in the tags hehe~ idk sometimes I’m just floored by people’s art. Everyone’s style is so incredible and also I just want to boost people up in anyway I can, I’m also too shy to talk so it’s just my way of expressing how I feel 🥹. I know how much I live for people’s comments and tags in my art, I do my best to return the favor when and where I can 💜🫂🥹

Sometimes it inspires me or reminds me other ideas I have too do, I just speak nonsense at times, but it just shows how much the art, or writings, move me. I just hope my nonsense tags brings a smile to the original posters face at the end of the day 🥰

Ezra does his best to give valid critiques of Sabine’s art, but always comes off as nonsensical ramblings 😌 Which she doesn’t mind at all, she thrives off his words, even if sometimes she’ll roll her eyes or laugh at whatever he says 💜✨ she’ll smile softly over them later uwu

But just watch her heart skip a beat whenever he makes a doodle here and there for her 🤲🏼 she saves each one and cherishes a loth rat’s scribbly draws. Ezra definitely is pretty good at drawing based off one of his,,, journal’s I think? So he definitely keeps drawing here and there, inspired by Sabine to keep going!!

I appreciated your words and love your art very much too! 😍 I just love your rendering style and how well blend colors, especially skin tones! You are amazing! I hope you’ve had a wonderful day as well! 🥰🫂💜 this turned out much longer, lol I apologize ~