#i never noticed his lil baggies before actually so cute

[tetsuooooooooooo]

boy what the fuck are you doing with five entire belts. what are you holding

back👏pack👏for👏his👏apple👏snack

back🤜pack✊wherehekeepshis apple snack👏👏

HES👈GOT✊THAT👇 APPLE🍎SAUCE🥣 that YOU🫵CRAVE😩

[shotorozu]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬’ 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝟰𝟬𝟬 & 𝟱𝟬𝟬 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹

character(s) : haikyuu!! - multiple characters

legend : [Y/N = your name] f!reader with they/them pronouns. fluff to the mildest of spice, not nsfw. timeskip 

note(s) : so like.. the bnha one did very well, so i wanted to do a haikyuu version of it. im obviously not doing all the boys sadly. (will probably do 3-5 boys per team idk), but i’ll just do as many as i can until my idea train dies. i would add more tags but 30 is the limit so.. sorry. very long overdue because this was in my drafts for the longest time

read more will be added later along with the link to part one.

»»————-　♡　————-««

hinata shoyo

↮ a legs lover. there’s something about them he’s really enamored by. a bonus if you’re shorter than him, and an even bigger bonus if you’re taller than him (if you’re much taller than him since he’s 5′7 in the timeskip, I think) then he’ll pass tf out) he LOVES it when you wear stockings or fishnets, and he loves the way the material contours the shape of your legs. he’ll stare at them a lot, and he will be embarrassed if you catch him, and even more so when the team catches him. please reassure him that it’s fine.

kageyama tobio

↮ loves your chest, regardless of size (but if you must insist, he leans towards bigger sets) is it a thing connecting to milk? he doesn’t really know to be honest. kageyama really loves taking naps on your chest, because he falls asleep pretty fast when he takes naps on your chest. he won’t touch them because he’s a lil hesitant, but he’ll just.. rest his hand on there, and admire the softness. (will suckle on them if you’ll let him. is it a milk thing? again, we don’t know)

kōshi sugawara

↮ your lower back is his favorite. it’s not so common as “breasts” or “ass” but, he has good reasoning behind his favorite! in general, he loves his face, but he loves just laying his hand on your lower back. there’s just something about looking at you from behind that makes his heart pound 10x faster. oh and, he really loves putting kisses on there, because every time your back will be towards him in your shared room, he’ll catch a glimpse of those little bite marks. he’s smug, and he’s very proud of them, especially because you can only see them.

tsukishima kei

↮ he’s stuck between hands, tiddies and neck, but for the sake of this post- we’ll settle for hands. they’re so much smaller than his?? like.. he wonders how that’s possible, and he’ll probably tease you about it. (uh.. how can someone’s hands be that long? tf tsuki) it’s canon that he fiddles with his fingers when nervous, so when he’s with you- he’ll fiddle with your fingers instead. he also finds himself playing with your fingers, memorizing all of the details of your fingers. if you offer to put on bandages on his fingers whenever he gets hurt or something similar, he’ll get very bashful. but please do that!! he loves that a lot. with tiddies, his preference is definitely on the smaller side ngl

kozume kenma

↮ collarbones to him are  ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ “mwah.” so elegant, so beautiful. how did this happen? well- he was doing work one day (like the rich man he is) and you sit on his lap per usual- but !! your collarbones were all up in his face. he’ll get very red, and lose focus, so give him a heads up. wear shirts that show off your collarbones, and he’ll stare hard. so yeah. he loves resting his face on them, and he’ll occasionally give you kisses, ranging from cute lil ones, to the wet open mouth kisses. 

yaku morisuke

↮ yaku likes short hair, i repeat- he likes short hair. therefore!! his favorite part would be your upperback/neck. it really depends if you’re taller than him or shorter than him. tbh idk how tall that man is in the timeskip (but he sexy af) but he always loves resting his hand on your upperback, regardless if you have long hair or short hair. if you’re shorter than him, he’ll pull you in for a hug with a hand on your upperback, and if you’re taller— he’ll rest his head on your shoulder, hand loosely hung around your back.

lev haiba

↮ this man screams legs man. like.. i also don’t really have much evidence to back this up, but this man has this weird attraction to your legs. he’ll probably make you walks in front of him so he can take a good stare at your legs. doesn’t matter if they’re long, skinny legs— or short ones! he just adores legs. lev is really tall so.. please put your legs on him, he’ll be in heaven. his preference definitely leans on long legs though.. he just really likes them :)

oikawa tōru

↮ uh ok.. i had a difficult time with deciding with this one tbh, but this man loves your waist. at first, i thought he was a tiddies man, which.. i feel like he is? but not that much of a tiddies man compared to being a waist man. his favorite way to greet you is to hug you from behind, hands resting on your waist as he inhales your scent. he’ll probably bite the soft skin on your waist as a way to tease you, that is.. if you allow him lol

iwaizumi hajime

↮ man is a collarbone man, change my mind. again, i partially feel like he also loves thighs and ass but look!! collarbones. he loves seeing them when you wear baggy clothes, unintentionally showing off your collarbones to him. his mind goes haywire at the sight. loves putting kisses on your collarbones, occasionally putting hickies there— but he also doesn’t wanna inflict pain on your collarbones so.. hickies are not a common thing. but don’t worry! he has a lot of ways to show you his love for collarbones.

akaashi keiji

↮ definitely a collarbone/hands type of guy. he has a strong affixiation towards them, it came to the point that even bokuto noticed that he had some sort of attachment to them. he just loves admiring collarbones, especially if they’re adorn with shiny necklaces, or just anything that’ll make them look amazing. as for hands, he loves playing with the tip of your fingers— tracing from your wrists, to the back of your hands, to your fingertips.

bokuto koutarou

↮ thighs :)) his preference is “the bigger, the better” and it’s literally canon too. he doesn’t mind smaller thighs, but he’s such a sucker of huge thighs. i guess it’s because he has thick thighs himself so that’s why bigger girls gravitate towards him. there’s always a hand on your thigh if you sit on his lap, and before games, he finds himself patting your thighs for good luck (he’ll never smack them because man’s highkey gonna leave marks on you)

ushijima wakatoshi

↮ thighs. thighs. thighs. man absolutely loves them, more so if they’re a little bit on the thicker side, but obviously— if this man loves you, he’ll love all of you. head really empty, and it’s just him gripping on your thighs while he drives the car, practically having a vice grip on your poor thighs— but it’s okay, because he’ll rub the irritated spot with a gentle touch, his baritone voice apologizing to you. not really big on words, but.. he’ll stare at your thighs a lot.

tendou satori

↮ has a thing for your hips. hm tbh, i was stuck between him having a thing for your neck and thighs— but he absolutely loves hips, just as any other intellectual. he loves squishing the plump flesh between his skinny fingers, and he also loves tapping on them while you stand infront of him doing.. with small hips, he still likes holding on then. okay but,, he also really loves hip dips. even he can’t explain it, he’ll just repeat him— telling you he loves hip dips. he really loves the silhoutte of them. so yeah, if you’re insecure, he’ll punt your insecurities until they rot :)

semi eita

↮ he admires your hands, it’s just that.. they feel so much softer than his, and the size difference between your hand and his hand makes his mind go haywire, his heart pounding against his chest. his hands are still in top shape, but over the years— they definitely roughened a bit due to practicing guitar and other instruments for his band, so his heart will definitely swoon if you put lotion on them. he’s also the type that would kiss the back of your hand before gigs for good luck, only to kiss them after his shows, saying he did well because of you :)

rintarou suna

↮ a thighs man for sure. the bigger thighs the better, it’s just his preference. not saying he hates small thighs though— thighs will be thighs. however!! his preference just loves squishy thighs. if you were to squeeze them around his head— he’d surely die a happy man. doesn’t care where y’all are and who you guys are with, he’s 100% going to put his hand on your thigh. if you decide to wear clothes revealing your thighs, or just.. tight fitted jeans or leggings, expect him to squeeze the soft flesh that’s there. he’ll definitely make a remark about how your thighs expand like crazy when you sit down, but he doesn’t mean it in a insulting way. he actually really loves it.

kita shinsuke

↮ he loves everything about you, so it really takes him a while to actually settle on something. one day— he’ll be touching your thighs, another day he’ll be holding your waist, then another day, he has his hand gliding over your collarbones. eventually, he settles on favoriting your hands, because he can hold them regardless of the setting. he can kiss them, hold them, and intertwin his fingers all he likes.

the miya twins

↮ OSAMU LOVES TIDDIES, AND ATSUMU LOVES ASS :) i don’t make the rules.

»»————-　♡　————-««

likes and reblogs are appreciated, thanks for reading! (can y’all tell i got a little exhausted with writing the miya twins lol)

i do not own haikyuu!!/hq!! and it’s characters. haikyuu belongs to haruichi furudate, i only own the writing.

do not plagiarize my work :))

edit : just realized y’all like haikyuu so.. please submit haikyuu headcanon ideas

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

unfair, m | myg, jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader, ft. yoongi

summary: Min Yoongi lived a simple life, alone in his apartment with his dog, Holly. Then he (and his dick) noticed his next-door neighbor. And her boyfriend. But nothing was going to come out of that. They weren’t trying to seduce him... right?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship (jk/you); pining/slow burn; overheard smut; smut (fem reader, threesome, m and f-receiving oral); lil fluff; starts off with Yoongi’s POV, then changes to yours when it gets... fun. ;)

--

Min Yoongi had a problem. A problem most men probably had, but not a problem he was used to. He wasn’t a thirsty kind of guy. For most of his life, he really didn’t care about sexual shit. He had fallen in love, sure, but that was the gradual feeling, the kind that grew slowly but surely, and ultimately burned out when the girls would basically tell him he was boring as fuck. Which he knew he wasn’t. He was just… really garbage at being romantic.

Of course, he was older now, so he had some idea of romance and showing affection, not for his sake but for the sake of loving someone. Even if he was bad at it, the whole point was to try. To be honest, he hadn’t actually put that theory into practice yet, but that was what he had concluded after his last break-up. But now he had a problem.

It was not fucking fair how fucking hot his next-door neighbor was.

It just wasn’t. To whatever higher power was up there, what the actual fuck? Why do this to him, Min Yoongi, of all people? He was a kind boy. A good soul. He didn’t need to step out of his apartment to walk his dog Holly to see his next-door neighbor in a sports bra and leggings wiping her brow with a towel after her morning run. A little sweaty, cheeks flushed, skin glistening. Holy fuck. To top off that banging body, she looked up at him and gave him a confident smile and a polite nod before going into her apartment. Not even embarrassed.

Fuck. Now he had to walk his dog with a hard-on. Great.

To make it even worse, he was pretty sure she was taken. A guy would come around and they would leave together, probably to go on dates. Usually he was in sweats and a bucket hat but this time Yoongi saw him in slacks and a dress shirt.

And, oh, holy hell.

Of course, the guy was fucking handsome as fuck. Nice broad shoulders and muscular arms. Cute face with a mischievous smile and nose scrunch when he laughed. A sweet, tiny mole underneath his lower lip and another on his cheek. Neat black hair swept to one side, begging to have hands running through those strands. Round, brown doe eyes. Thighs could probably crush him and Yoongi would be happy about it. And then she came out of her apartment in her tight black dress and heels, sliding into the guy’s arms so easily and giving him a kiss. The dress showed off her nice round ass and juicy, squeezable thighs.

It was all fucking terrible for Yoongi.

“Ooh, you’re looking pretty for me today, love.”

“Wow, Jungkook, contain yourself for one second so we can at least eat first.”

“I’m ready to eat something, that’s for sure.”

He was not creeping; he was collecting a package outside his door. That was it. He was not the least bit interested in what was going on next to him.

Holly raced out of his apartment, his tiny fluffy brown butt bouncing as he rushed to the people, barking excitedly. Yoongi nearly dropped his package in surprise, shoving it under his arm and rushing over.

“Holly, no! I’m so sorry–”

The guy, Jungkook, laughed as he crouched down, barking back at Holly playfully.

“Aren’t you cute? What’s your name, little one?”

His next-door neighbor smiled at him. Yoongi was ready to crawl into a hole in embarrassment. Not only was he looking frumpy as fuck in a stained white t-shirt and black sweats, but he was also struggling to wrangle Holly with a large box under his arm. To top it off, Jungkook was not making it any easier by chasing Holly around. Yoongi’s black hair was messy and unbrushed, long enough to almost cover his eyes. He was basically a hobo compared to these two.

“I’m sorry for interrupting, he’s a bit–”

“It’s okay.”

He froze up. Oh no, oh no, oh no.

“What’s your dog’s name?”

He swallowed. “H-Holly.” Oh shit. He accidentally looked at her chest. Why did she have such pretty collarbones? She seemed not to notice. Instead she looked over to Jungkook who was wrestling with Holly on the floor and rubbing his belly.

“He’s really cute,” she said with a smile. “You don’t mind if Jungkook plays with him a little, do you?”

“N-no,” Yoongi mumbled, biting his lip. She had plump, shapely lips stained red.

She held her hand out. “I only moved in last month.” He placed her hand in hers. She had a nice, firm handshake. She was telling him her name and he was imagining her hand wrapped around his cock. He needed to get a grip.

“Min Yoongi,” he said robotically. What are social skills? Yoongi didn’t remember any of them at the moment.

“That’s Jeon Jungkook,” she was saying, pointing to the young man on the floor. Holly was licking his hands excitedly. Yoongi noticed a small heart tattooed onto Jungkook’s right hand. Fuck. He had nice hands too. His cock was waking up. Oh fuck.

“Come on, Holly, we have to go now.”

“Aww,” Jungkook whined. Why the fuck was this guy so fucking cute? Please have mercy. Jungkook waved to Holly with a smile. “See you later, Holly!”

Yoongi bowed awkwardly and scurried back into his apartment, Holly bounding in behind him as he shut the door. He barely even squeaked out a goodbye. He didn’t have a chance because – yup, now he had a giant boner.

Holly wagged his tail and barked up at Yoongi, who sighed and shook his head.

-

His brother asked to take Holly for a while. It was fine with Yoongi; his older brother was going camping with his wife and Holly loved being outdoors. Actually, he invited Yoongi, but Yoongi knew he wasn’t an outdoorsy kind of guy and suggested Holly to go instead. Holly loved Yoongi’s brother – maybe even more than Yoongi himself, the traitor. To be honest, if his brother decided to have kids soon, Yoongi had always said it would be a good idea for Holly to grow up with them. Dogs were an essential part of childhood, after all.

That’s why Yoongi was sitting alone in his apartment, reading, with no dog noises around him to distract him. It was nice, quiet, and serene.

Or it would be, if it wasn’t for his next-door neighbor literally fucking up a storm.

Instead, Yoongi was seething at the shared wall next to him as he was very clearly hearing someone getting banged. Which was fine, because people were allowed to do what they wanted. Yoongi didn’t care. Except he did kind of care, because he was absolutely sure it was Jungkook fucking the daylights out of his hot-as-fuck next door neighbor. It was also upsetting because his dick was suddenly awake and saying hello as if he had been called to attention.

But, nope, it was just Yoongi sitting alone glaring at the wall that separated him and giving the two of them a piece of his mind.

Or his meat.

He frowned and made a face. He didn’t have thoughts like that. No, not him, Min Yoongi. He was pure, he definitely did not have any naughty thoughts, nope, not a single o–

A particularly lustful moan of Jungkook’s name cut though his thoughts.

Was he sitting at the chair closest to the wall? Maybe. Well, he was. Could he just move to his kitchen and not hear anything? Yes. Was he going to move?

No.

What number was this anyway? Did Jungkook have the stamina of a horse or something? Not that Yoongi cared, mind you. He certainly did not. It was interesting to think about, that’s all. And then he heard something he thought he would never, ever hear.

“Oh, fuck, Yoooongi!”

Um, what? Did he hear that correctly? Yoongi sat up, raising an eyebrow at the wall. It must have been his imagination, surely, because the sound of skin on skin was not stopping. There was no way she had said the wrong name by accident, right? And Jungkook wouldn’t just let her blurt some other guy’s name out for no reason, right?

He glared at the wall suspiciously, as if it could answer.

Eventually the sounds died down, which was a relief. Hours went by and all Yoongi could think about was her saying his name. There was no way she accidentally said his name while getting fucked by Jungkook. Making that kind of mistake was unforgivable. He ended up ordering take out because to be honest he couldn’t really concentrate on cooking. Yoongi frowned as his doorbell pinged, walking to the door automatically. He must have manifested his thoughts or something like that. He placed his hand on the knob and opened it. It was his imagination, surely–

“Hey, did you order delivery? The person accidentally dropped it off at our door.”

Yoongi almost fell over.

His next-door neighbor blinked at him as he struggled to find his words. She was wearing a big baggy white t-shirt that clung to her body. No pants. The bag was in front of her chest. He could barely see the light pink of her panties.

“Ah, it wasn’t the other door. Is it his?”

Jungkook bounded over, black hair messy, his doe-like eyes wide with curiosity. Grey t-shirt, gray sweatpants. Tattoos going up his right arm. Yoongi nearly had a heart attack seeing his muscular arms.

“Uh, ah–yes, it’s mine, sorry–”

She smiled and held it out to him.

“Here you go.”

His eyes almost bulged out of his head – she wasn’t wearing a bra, holy shit – and he nearly dropped the bag if it wasn’t for Jungkook’s quick reflexes placing his hand at the bottom of the bag.

“Whoa, careful there.”

Thankfully his arm was now blocking her tits so Yoongi snatched the bag and bowed profusely, mumbling apologies.

“Sorry to trouble you.”

“It’s no problem,” she said brightly. “Enjoy your meal.”

She waved and Yoongi finally looked up, seeing her body turned away from him. Oh, whew. Then he looked up to their faces.

And found both of them smirking at him before they went back into her apartment.

-

“They’re fucking with me, Hoseok!”

“Calm down, hyung. I think you’re thinking about it too much.”

That’s what his best friend Jung Hoseok told him over dinner. Yoongi was having none of it.

“How can I be over-thinking it when they’re smirking at me at my front door?”

Hoseok winced. “I don’t know, maybe you imagined it. Why would your next-door neighbor and her boyfriend do something like that?”

“I don’t know, it’s not bad, it’s just–”

“Wait, you like it?”

“… I didn’t–”

Hoseok had burst out laughing like a lunatic.

The laughter rang in Yoongi’s ears as he stood at his front door, silently fuming. He shouldn’t have told Hoseok. But who was he supposed to tell? He wasn’t that close with many of his friends, after all. And Hoseok didn’t end up being mean about it in the end. Yoongi rubbed his forehead, shoving his hair under his black cap. Ah, it was probably just an empty hope after all. He was over-thinking it. Only an absolute loon would think that his next-door neighbor and her boyfriend wanted to have a threesome with him.

“Yoongi?”

He jumped, jerking away from his door suddenly. She stared at him, lip quivering, a worried look on her face. Cropped pink sweatshirt and leggings. Whew, at least she was clothed.

“Sorry, sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you. Is this a bad time?”

“I wasn’t scared,” he said automatically. “Only surprised.” He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, what was it?”

“Oh, I just…” She rubbed the back of her head sheepishly, fluffing her hair. Fuck. Stop being cute. “I don’t mean to pry, but I haven’t seen you walk Holly lately. I was wondering if he was okay?”

Oh. Right. His dog. “Ah, Holly is with my brother right now. He’s fine. We sort of have shared custody of him since we all grew up together,” Yoongi added with an awkward smile. Ack. Social skills, what even are they?

“Oh, that’s a relief!” She placed a hand on her chest and smiled. “I’m sorry if I was being too nosy.”

He waved a hand. “It’s okay. I’m surprised you noticed.”

“Who wouldn’t notice? You always looked so happy walking him.” He was pretty sure his heart was going to burst if she kept smiling at him like that. “You’re so cute when you smile.”

“Ah…” Hang on, what? His cheeks began to warm.

“You must love dogs.”

Right. His dog. He chuckled. “I don’t usually, but somehow Holly made his way into my heart.”

She looked rueful. “I’m jealous of him.”

What?

“It must be difficult to win your heart.”

Was she… flirting with him?

She smiled innocently at him but those eyes were giving him a different story. The mischievous sparkle made his response die in his throat. He stared at her for a good minute.

“What… about Jungkook?”

“What about me?”

Yoongi felt his entire body freeze. He was caught. Shit, shit, shit.

Jungkook brushed past him ever-so-slightly, hand lingering on Yoongi’s jacket-covered arm before he hugged her tightly, kissing her forehead. She smiled up at him. Jungkook grinned at her and turned back to Yoongi with a bright bunny-like smile.

“Hey.”

Yoongi looked away quickly, realizing he was observing much too closely. “Er, hello.”

“Hey, Yoongi.”

He swallowed and looked up, raising his eyebrows. “Yes?”

Her lips curved into a sly smile.

“If you’re ever feeling up to it, we would love you to come over sometime.”

Jungkook grinned. “Any time!”

Oh, fuck. Jungkook’s hands were on her waist, sliding down slowly. Tongue in his teeth as she leaned against his chest with that foxy smile. Yoongi opened his mouth, but the only sound he made was an awkward croak. He coughed and looked away.

“I’ll… keep that in mind.”

Yoongi hastily fumbled with the door lock and ran into his apartment, praying that neither of them could see his blushing face and his massive hard-on.

-

“They said you could come over any time. You are not crazy. You are just being nice.”

Yoongi stood in front of his next door-neighbor’s door like a zombie, clutching one bottle of red wine and a bottle of whiskey for dear life. He had contemplated his outfit three times before deciding that a long-sleeved white shirt, black jeans, and ripped gray denim jacket was not trying too hard. But just to be sure, he wore his nicer black boxer briefs and not the ones with holes in them.

Just…

In case.

“They don’t want to fuck you. They’re being nice.”

The door suddenly opened.

Yoongi’s eyes went wide. He sputtered. “A-ah!”

Oh my god.

Was it even possible for a woman to be this pretty? Decked in a floaty, red dress with a delicate bow around her neck and fluffy white slippers, his next-door neighbor seemed surprised to see him. The fabric floated down and clung to her curves, dipping inward in between her legs. Her eyebrows raised in surprise and her plump lips curved into a small ‘o’.

“Yoongi! I wasn’t expecting you for another ten minutes! Jungkook told me he just arrived.”

“I’m here, darling.”

Jungkook’s deep voice purred behind Yoongi. The older man nearly jumped and turned to see Jungkook right behind him – how long had he been there? Black t-shirt, black jeans, chunky black sneakers.  Jungkook’s lips curved into a mischievous smile and he leaned over Yoongi, his chest brushing against Yoongi’s shoulder. Yoongi felt his heartbeat skyrocket at the sudden closeness until he realized Jungkook was kissing his girlfriend on the forehead, patting her head gently.

“Fancy for a just watching a movie,” Jungkook teased. She stuck her tongue out at him.

“I just bought this dress! I can wear whatever I want.”

“Yes, you can, and you look cute in it too.”

Yoongi would have been paying attention except he suddenly felt Jungkook’s hand against his back, sliding slightly downwards. He froze, breath caught in his throat. It wasn’t that he was starved for intimacy or anything. Okay, maybe he was a little bit, but, shit, what was he supposed to do with two very obviously hot as fuck people were seducing him? Ignore it?

No, he most certainly was not.

Yoongi stumbled, nerves rattling him. He felt strong arms hold him straight.

“Oh, sorry, did you trip?” Jungkook asked, worry laced in his voice.

“Ack, where are my manners? Come in, come in.”

He felt Jungkook push him lightly. Yoongi swallowed and stepped inside the apartment, still clutching the two bottles of alcohol for dear life. He was afraid that if he let go, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from… uh. Things. Breathe deep, Min Yoongi. You are not fifteen.

“These… are for you.”

He held out the two bottles to her. She tilted her head as she read the labels, taking them from him. It took all of Yoongi’s power not to grab her tits.

“Oh, thank you! Look, Jungkook, he bought red wine, your favorite!”

Jungkook bounded past him excitedly and took the bottle from her. “Ah, yesss! All for me!”

Yoongi blinked. “You don’t drink?”

She tapped the whiskey bottle. “I do. Just not wine.”

-

Watching a movie? Yeah, right.

How was Yoongi supposed to watch anything at all? One look at Jungkook in his loose black t-shirt and, fuck,  he was reminded the guy’s entire right arm was tattooed. Holy shit. And her? Wrapped so nicely in floaty red fabric with that bow around her neck. It meant the dress had a deep neckline and he could see the curve of her cleavage, the plushness of her breasts.

Fuck this movie. Yoongi literally had no idea what was on the screen at this point.

She leaned against Jungkook as he sipped his wine. Every so often, she poured herself a shot of whiskey and drank it. Like… what? Granted, it wasn’t very much, but he had never seen a woman just… do that. She would smile and settle back onto the couch, into the curve of Jungkook’s arm. His tattooed arm. Jungkook would then drape it around her again, fingertips almost touching her breast. All this, happening within ten inches of Yoongi, who was sitting on her right side.

He didn’t know what number he was on now. Yoongi wasn’t a lightweight but he couldn’t calm his nerves either. Nerves or growing lust?

Both.

Yoongi looked away and stared at the screen. He didn’t know what he was looking at. All he could think about was faceplanting into those tits and Jungkook’s hands all over him. Or her sitting on his face as Jungkook sucked him off. Or, her sitting on Jungkook’s face and him sucking Jungkook off–

“Yoongi.”

He nearly flung his glass in surprise but she reached over and took it from him. Her breasts brushed against his arm and Yoongi stiffened, trying to keep his face neutral.

“I think you need to slow down. Are you okay?” she said worriedly, placing the whiskey glass on the coffee table.

“No.” He shook his head quickly and cleared his throat. “I mean, yes. Yes, I’m fine.”

Jungkook and her stared at him.

Yoongi raised a hand and took a deep breath. “Er… I am getting this feeling,” he said awkwardly.

She tilted her head. “Hm?”

“It’s nothing.”

Jungkook shook his head. “No, no. If you’re not comfortable, then we understand. You should go home if you’re not feeling well.”

No, that’s not really what I want. I want to fuck, damnnit!

“Ah…” Yoongi swallowed at the sudden attention placed on him. “It’s not that.” He was a straightforward person. He didn’t know how to make it sound metaphorical or pretty. “You two have a very strong… presence.”

She frowned slightly. “Is that bad for you?”

“N-no. It’s, er… attractive.”

Oh shit. He said it.

“Ah, I meant–” Yoongi coughed, looking away quickly. “The other day… I thought I heard my name… But it must have been a mistake, right?” He laughed awkwardly. “Sorry, I shouldn’t say such–”

A softness pressed against him. Yoongi wasn’t wearing his jacket, only his long-sleeved white shirt. He froze. The softness slid up his arm. He could feel the weight of her body against him. His brain was turning into mush. Oh god, oh god, oh god…

“You heard me?” The words purred against his neck, hot and heavy.

He couldn’t turn around. He couldn’t. Yoongi tried to collect his words, fumbling through them.

“N-not on purpose…”

“You want me to say your name again? So you can hear it in person?”

The weight lifted. Slowly, Yoongi turned his head. His eyes trailed up her legs, to the floaty red fabric, to her waist, then up her chest to her face. She smiled slyly at him. Strong hands, one tattooed, one not, slid up her sides, grasping the bottom ties that held the bow together. Jungkook’s mischievous face popped up from behind her head. Yoongi just stared at them, eyes wide, mouth slightly open like a surprised kitten.

The bow teased apart, slowly. Jungkook’s hands slid inside the fabric, pushing it away. Yoongi’s breath caught in his throat. Jungkook cupped her breasts gently, rubbing his palms over them. She was wearing heart shaped pasties to cover her nipples. Yoongi was aware that he could run right now. He could have just stood up and walked out and that weirdness would have been over. Except, well…

His hand lifted. Yoongi hesitated for a moment, looking into her eyes.

She smirked and wrapped her fingers around his. His heart thumped loudly in his ribcage as she led him to her chest.

“You can take it off, if you want,” she said gently.

Yoongi swallowed as his fingertips touched her breast. Oh, so soft. He hooked a nail underneath the sticky material and pulled lightly. Nothing. She chuckled and shook her head.

“Little harder, Yoongi.”

His name was a soft purr. Yoongi bit his lower lip and yanked a little harder. It came off in his hand. He blinked rapidly in surprise, hoping he didn’t hurt her. His second thought was…

Holy shit, her nipple.

It was prominent, sticking straight out at him. It would have been visible through the fabric of the dress due to its size. Thinking about that was arousing him. Yoongi felt as if his whole face was heating up. He vaguely registered Jungkook peeling off the second one and dropping it on the coffee table. Now there were two – great math there, Yoongi, he scolded himself – and he sat like a statue, unable to comprehend that this was real.

Jungkook pushed her breasts together, trapping her nipples between his index and middle finger. He rolled them slowly. Yoongi watched in fascination as her eyes slid closed and her head tipped back, a breathy moan dripping from her lips. Jungkook squeezed and kneaded her breasts, nose buried in her neck as he inhaled deeply, murmuring her name. Her eyelids fluttered.

“A-ah… Yoongi…”

There was no wall blocking his view now. It was real.

Yoongi sat up a little straighter, leaning forward. He was still too afraid to touch.

“Y-yes?”

Her hand came up and stroked his cheek softly. He leaned into her touch, hungry. Her thumb pressed against his lips.

“Wanna kiss you.”

He cursed his bad habit of chewing on his lips, but leaned forward delicately. His eyes flickered to Jungkook, who was watching him with amusement. He wanted to ask. Are you sure? Jungkook seemed to understand and he nodded, smile turning gentler at Yoongi’s nervousness.

His eyes found hers again. Her lips parted. She led him to her face, closing her eyes slowly as her lips touched his. So soft, so gentle. It wasn’t the kiss he expected from his daydreams. It was warm and calm, soothing his nerves. His hands came up to cup her cheeks as the kiss deepened, tongue dancing against tongue. Everything just felt so soft. So lovely.

He felt Jungkook take his hands and slide them down. Yoongi gasped into her mouth as his palms touched her nipples. She moaned at his touch, nipping at his lower lip as he squeezed them, rolling her nipples with his thumb. They were just the right measure of hardness and softness. Her hands found his jeans and she pulled him closer by the waist, his body against hers.

“Yoongi-ssi…”

It wasn’t her voice. It was Jungkook’s, leaning forward and pushing up his shirt, running his hands over his skin. Yoongi gasped, suddenly feeling embarrassed. It was so obvious that Jungkook was more muscular and stronger than he was. But she held him close, kissing his jaw and neck. Jungkook’s face came into view, small smile dancing on his lips.

“I can call you that, right? Even though you’re my hyung?”

At this point, Yoongi didn’t even remember what honorifics were. “Whatever you want,” he muttered breathlessly. Jungkook chuckled and leaned forward, placing his lips on his. Oh, yes. More passionate, intense. Yoongi felt himself moan into Jungkook’s mouth and the younger man sucked on his tongue, hands along his back, pressing him into her.

It took a moment to untangle slightly. Breathing hard, Yoongi found himself looking into two pairs of lustful eyes.

“What do you want to do, Yoongi?”

-

Seducing Min Yoongi hadn’t been easy. There had been moments where you wondered if you had gone too far, or if Jungkook had teased him a little too much. It had been a long, carefully laid out plan. In fact, Jungkook almost gave up in the middle at one point and tried to convince you that he should hump him to get the message across. It had been a little difficult. But it was all worth it.

Because now you two managed to get Yoongi in the bedroom, flat on his back, your pussy in his face and Jungkook’s mouth on his cock. And oh, fuck, his fucking tongue. It had taken some more fondling and kisses to make Yoongi say it.

“Could I… eat you out while Jungkook sucks me off? Is that too much or–”

You grinded your hips into Yoongi’s face, sucking in a breath as Jungkook’s head bobbed up and down on Yoongi’s cock. Jungkook naked was already enough to make you wet. His muscular back, that ass, his tattooed arm, and his forearms flexing as he held Yoongi’s hips down. Could he suck dick as well as you? No, but he had a pretty good idea considering you were excellent at it. Watching Yoongi’s cock slide in and out of his mouth was a delicious sight. Yoongi’s tongue lapping at your clit had you dripping into his mouth. Somehow, he had just the right amount of pressure and roughness as he stroked you to climax, nails digging into your thighs.

You moaned in satisfaction, panting Yoongi’s name. Jungkook’s brown eyes flickered up to you and he made a muffled noise as he witnessed you playing with your nipples, squeezing and pulling on them lightly. You saw his hips jerk, humping the bed. You grinned. Teasing Jungkook was fun.

Yoongi tapped your leg and you got up, concerned. But he was clutching the sheets, gasping, head thrown back as he groaned, shoving his crotch into Jungkook’s face. Jungkook’s eyes widened and he gripped Yoongi’s hips, swallowing nosily as Yoongi’s entire body shuddered.

“F-fuck!”

You smiled as Jungkook sucked him dry, slowly rubbing his tongue around Yoongi’s cock as he cleaned him up. Yoongi did not seem like he was expecting this at all and moaned loudly, probably a little too loud. Jungkook dipping his head slowly, down, down, until the sensitive head hit the back of his throat. Yoongi’s face scrunched up, slipping into a moan as Jungkook slowly pulled back, Yoongi’s cock popping out of his lips.

Jungkook grinned. “Did I do good?”

You smiled. “Of course, my love.”

Yoongi squinted at him. “How the fuck did you learn how to do that?”

Jungkook pointed to you. “From the best.”

You smiled and Yoongi raised an eyebrow.

“Can I try something?” Jungkook asked, tugging on your arm.

You nodded. “What is it?”

Jungkook pulled you to him and kissed you, smiling against your lips. He readjusted you to be on top of Yoongi, your back to his chest. Yoongi made a disgruntled noise, but you rubbed your ass against his still sensitive cock, making him gasp. His hands wrapped around you. Yoongi had pretty hands, the kind of hands that made you pause the first time you saw him, the kind of hands you dreamed about touching you, the kind of hands that made your body melt. You were a bit disappointed that you couldn’t see Yoongi’s handsome face in his position but Jungkook was lifting your legs now, setting them on his shoulders. The condom was already on.

Jungkook smirked.

Was this man really going to expose your favorite position right now?

“Jung–fuuuuuck!”

His cock slid into you, slow and deep and hard. You yelped, feeling Yoongi grab your breasts and knead them. You liked this position for several reasons – one, Jungkook had you basically trapped under his body, and, two, Jungkook had power and gravity on his side. Thus, he could fuck you hard and deep at the same time, absolutely ruining you. And watch your face while he was doing it.

“Jungkook, ah, so deep,” you moaned, leaning against Yoongi’s chest as he pinched your nipples. Your pussy clenched, squeezing Jungkook’s cock inside you.

“That’s how you like it,” he drawled, rolling his hips into you, making his cock throb. You whimpered, looking deep into Jungkook’s eyes. Yoongi pinched your nipples and you whined as Jungkook thrust into your leisurely, burying himself in your folds.

“Whose idea was it to scream Yoongi’s name while we were fucking, hm?” Jungkook teased, fucking with such force that your ass bounced against Yoongi’s dick each time. You could feel him getting hard as your ass rubbed against it.

“M-mine,” you reply, earning you a slightly harder pace.

“So naughty,” Jungkook purred, licking his lips. “You wanted Yoongi so bad, didn’t you, love?”

You could only moan as Jungkook began to fuck you harder. Yoongi’s cock was smearing pre-cum all over you. You tried to desperately rub your ass against his cock, feeling it throb underneath you. It wetly slapped your ass every time Jungkook bounced you up and down.

“Fuck,” Yoongi grunted, kissing your neck. “Fuck, you two are seriously not fair.”

“Yoongi, ah, Jungkook…”

Yoongi rolled your nipples against his fingers and pinched them. You cried out, pussy clenching as your orgasm hit you, so overflowed with stimulation that you could barely think. Jungkook gritted his teeth, maintaining his pace as they worked you up again, Yoongi’s fingers rolling your nipples and Jungkook fucking you deep. It was an absolute mess of your own cum dripping down and Yoongi’s pre-cum mixing with it. The head of Yoongi’s hard cock was rubbing against your ass. You could watch Jungkook thrusting in and out of you, shiny and glistening.

“Ah, fuuuuck!”

You moaned as you came again, thick juices gushing down and coating Yoongi’s cock. Jungkook shuddered at your pussy tightening around him. You felt Yoongi’s hips shudder as he sucked in a breath sharply, groaning at the sensitivity as he came on your ass and up your thigh, splattering onto Jungkook’s legs.

Jungkook grinned triumphantly before fucking you even harder. It didn’t take long before he hissed, cock jerking inside you as he came, your name dragged out in a long moan. His jaw clenched, hips thrusting a little to get the last drops out of his softening cock.

After a moment, he pulled out, leaving you panting and sore in Yoongi’s arms. He got up to clean himself off, looking for a towel. Yoongi buried his face in your neck. You could feel his warm cheeks.

“Sorry about the bed,” he mumbled.

You reached back and petted his hair, breathing his name. You rubbed your ass against him and Yoongi stiffened. It made you grin.

“Stay the night, Yoongi.”

He nuzzled your hair even though he grumbled a bit.

“F-fine.”

-

part ii

--

masterpost

[floorbe]

Mondo x reader where he overhears her reader talking to another classmate about him but they're being horny on main 👀👀 (idk who'd partake in this conversation except for Miu so non despair au ig ????)

yeah! reminder that even tho i wrote miu in this lil fic i dont write for miu for x reader stuff :^) suggestive content under the cut//

“Fuck, Miu, he’s so hot,” Mondo pauses by the door to the empty classroom as he hears your voice. With a grin cracking across his face (and a clench of his fists as he buries his jealousy) he silently presses himself against the wall beside the just barely cracked open door. He may be envious, but Lord knows he can use this information to tease you later and see you all flustered and shit. (And, man, do you look cute when you’re flustered.) “Did you see him climb out of the pool earlier? Nobody should be able to look that good with wet hair,” you lament, and he can hear Miu giggling. 

He immediately searches his memory for the guys who were in class today. A lot of other guys are in your P.E. class, so it’s not as if the guessing pool has lowered by many. He sighs quietly, maybe you were talking about Leon? You always seemed to cheer him on when he’s swimming. Then again, he reasons, Leon is awful at swimming, so maybe you’re just motivating him.

"His hands are so big... I can already imagine them spreading my legs t-to take what he wants, y-y’know” he can hear the wanton whine to Miu’s voice, and he can imagine the dreamy look in her eyes as she drifts off into her fantasy. He’s expecting you to sputter and scold Miu for bringing it up; that’s what you do whenever he teased you suggestively, at least. A smile tugs at his lips at the memories.

“God, I know,” Mondo is snapped from his thoughts as he hears you sigh, and he has to hold back a grunt of surprise at the dreamy tone. Where was this side of you whenever he brought up sex? Come to think of it, have you ever said anything remotely sexual to him? You’d always get so embarrassed and punch his arm whenever he brought anything up. 

“Have you seen his muscles, Miu? That man is strong enough to fuck me against a wall,” Mondo’s eyes widen drastically as he hears you talk so freely. He swallows thickly at your admission, and he can feel himself start to harden as he imagines what it would be like for him to be the one to do that to you. He shakes his head to clear the thoughts before he gets too ahead of himself. Okay, so it’s someone buff. That lowers the amount of people considerably. 

Nekomaru is his top guess. He had come in today to help motivate swimmers into doing more laps, so it would check out that you’d seen him climb out of the pool. Not only that, but he’s visibly strong, so there’d be no way he wouldn’t be able to hold you up against a wall. A scowl stretches across his face as he entertains the idea briefly. He could do that, too. Jealousy starts to burn in his chest as he imagines you moaning out Nekomaru’s name. What does Nekomaru have that he doesn’t? He’s strong, he looks good with his hair down, his hands are-

“What about him fucking you on his bike?” Miu suddenly chimes in, a slight slur to her tone as if she’s imagining it already. 

He pauses. Nekomaru doesn’t have a bike. 

“Oh my God,” there’s a whine to your voice that he’s never heard before, and his breath hitches at it, “He wouldn’t, but that’s fucking hot.” 

He can hear Miu scoff, “Yeah, Mondo cares way too much about his fuckin’ bike to defile it like that, huh?”

He swears his heart stops beating. His jaw drops as he feels flames engulf his cheeks, and he can’t even begin to stop the loud strangled exclamation that falls from his lips. Him? You were talking about him this entire time? You- you think he looks good with his hair wet? You want him to fuck you against a wall? Holy shit. Holy shit. You want him to fuck you on his bike. You want his hands to spread your-

“M-Mondo?!” He’s torn from his heavenly realization by your voice. His head snaps to see you and Miu; you have that cute flustered expression again, and he has to bite the inside of his cheek.

“What, you peeping on us, you fucking creep?!” Miu growls, and Mondo can’t help but quirk a brow, at her drastic change in behavior. She was just talking about fucking him, and now she’s on edge? He sees you fidget out of the corner of his eye and is brought back to the severity of the situation. Fuck, they’d just caught him eavesdropping on a conversation he definitely wasn’t meant to hear. 

“Uh,” he swallows thickly, “...No?”

It’s silent for a moment. He has to tear his gaze away from you, and he shuffles his feet in an attempt to hide his very obvious arousal. Thank God his pants are baggy, because he really cannot get the thought of you moaning his name out of his head, especially now that you’re right in front of him. 

“M-Miu, could you give us a second?” you ask, averting your gaze as she scoffs and nods, sending another glare towards Mondo as she stalks off. It’s silent for another moment as you bite your lip. He struggles to stop thinking about what it would be like to bite it for you. 

“How... how much did you hear?” you finally force out. 

“Ah,” a hand reaches to rub the back of his neck subconsciously, “...All of it?” 

You immediately slap your hands over your face, groaning. “I’m so sorry, God, that must’ve been so creepy-” apologies are spilling from your lips, and before he comprehends it he’s cutting you off. 

“Did you mean it?” his eyes widen as he stiffens, did he really just ask that out loud? He did not mean to ask that out loud. “Sh-shit, uh, sorry, you don’t have’ta-” 

“Yeah,” you suddenly admit; your hands have slipped to cover your mouth, allowing your eyes to meet his as he abruptly cuts off. He can see you just barely shaking as he processes it. You actually want him to fuck you. Jesus Christ, he is so turned on right now. Your eyes suddenly flick away, and he realizes he’s taken too long to respond. 

Before you have a chance to say anything, he finds an impulsive courage and steps forward to sling his arms around you, leaning to press his forehead against yours shakily. He swallows thickly as you look at him almost shyly, eyes wide and hands coming down to lightly grasp his coat. Any confidence he had fizzles and dies. 

He licks his lips as he summons every last bit of suaveness and cockiness he can find within himself (which is... not a lot, because you’re very good at leaving him speechless and stupid). Steady breaths, keep your voice smooth, and... “I-I wouldn’t m-mind doing that shit with you!” Well, that wasn’t quiet. He winces both at his painfully awkward phrasing and at the way you jump at his sudden exclamation. 

“...Seriously?” you nearly whisper, and he’s suddenly hyper aware of how close your lips are. 

“Y-yeah,” his voice breaks mid word, but neither of you notice as your eyes flick to his lips. He cautiously leans forward, breath hitching as he watches your eyes slide shut. Your lips meet, and he’s sure that you can feel him shaking, but he ignores it as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss. Your lips meld together, and Mondo swears he’s ascended into heaven or something, because nothing has ever felt more right than this. 

He presses himself closer to you, tightening his grip on you as you sigh against his lips. He pulls back when you suddenly grunt, and he worries he’s gone too far until he sees you grinning. “Mondo,” you start slowly, and he’s vaguely aware of how there’s an undertone of smugness in your voice, “So, uh, what’s poking me right now?” 

Poking y-? Oh. Oh no. Your grin widens as he feels his cheeks heat up for the umpteenth time in the last ten minutes. One of your hands slides down to grab his hand, and he swallows thickly as you draw back to tug him down the hall, a wicked glint in your eyes that tells him that you’ll be fulfilling all of the daydreams you’ve had about him.

[jujutsu-headcanons]

Megumi Fushiguro + chubby s/o

First things first, before we get to the fluff, there are some things we gotta point out

Megs has stated very clearly he doesn't care who he falls for, as long as they have admirable traits. Seriously, Todo, stop asking. His "boring" answer isn't going to change.

This screams bi/pan rights, but also, that means he doesn't give a fuck if you have a little junk in your trunk

I'm so proud of that line please laugh at it

Anyway, when you were introduced as a new student, he didn't talk to you much

Well he did, but only about work and missions and stuff

Does this kid talk to anyone about anything that isn't curse related?

You seemed to gravitate towards Yuji anyway because honestly, he's the embodiment of happy he's just a cool dude

You didn't really catch his eye until he overheard you talking with Nobara about how upset you were with Gojo

He never passes an opportunity to be angry at Gojo. He was intrigued.

Apparently, Gojo had taken the liberty of designing your uniform for you, just like he did Yuji, but he fucked up the measurements

Big time

You seemed to be fond of baggier clothes because it "hid" your tummy and thighs

Nobara was supportive but struggling. She knew how to hem clothes to make them tighter, or shorter, not looser. She really was trying.

Yuji got involved because he saw you were stressed while Nobara tugged here and snipped there and nothing seemed to be working. Yuji learned that making silly faces and doing Fortnite dances doesn't help teenagers going through a body image crisis.

Megumi looked at the chaos and spoke before he really even knew what he was saying 

"Does it feel too tight? Does it restrict your movements, like in a fight or something?"

This kinda caught you off guard, but you shook your head. No, the material was naturally flexible and breathable, and the reason you couldn't breathe wasn't that the uniform top was too tight, it was because you felt you looked terrible

Megumi just shrugged. "Then you shouldn't worry about it. You fill it out nicely. It looks better than us, in our baggy uniforms."

Where the fuck did that come from Megs?

He felt the need to excuse himself with a polite bow and leave in his typical cool Megumi way even though his heart was beating faster than anything

He didn't see the way your face lit up, both with excitement and blush. Nobara did and caught on instantly, while Yuji just assumed you were hot and started fanning you with his notebook

Megumi didn't avoid you after this, but he did tend to freeze when your conversations strayed away from typical shaman things

He wasn't trying to, he was just constantly lost in thought

Why did he say that? Well, he means, it was obvious he said it because it was true- that uniform clings to your body in a way it wouldn't fit anyone else. Its kinda hot

Megumi Fushiguro this is your classmate stop having those thoughts

Maybe he wasn't just trying to cheer you up. Maybe there are some things he hasn't discovered about himself. He actually really never had a crush on anyone. Is that was this is? Feelings?

Ew. But keep going.

Megumi noticed things over the next couple of things that were unsettling to him. You used self-deprecating humor. A lot. Always poking fun at yourself. He didn't mind it at first because, well, you laughed about it, but still. It's like you thought you really looked like the Michelin Tire Man.

He never knew what to do in these situations. Should he laugh? It seemed to bring you joy. But he didn't think you looked bad at all.

He also noticed you didn't eat much. And when you did you avoided sweets and grease. Megs was known for being the only one that ate healthy in the group, but even he didn't have salad all the time. You acted like you were embarrassed to eat in front of people, so you chose the tiniest meal.

This worried him a lot. At first, he bored you with the importance of eating three well thought out and balanced meals with the proper amount of proteins and calories and shit. But that seemed to ruin your appetite more, so he stopped.

He started sliding part of his meals onto your plate. He considered it a success when you would eat it.

The last thing Megs noticed was that you pushed yourself to the absolute limit during sparring practice and he hated it

See, you actually didn't need to be physically strong. Yes, it helps in battle, but your particular cursed technique kinda made up for being average strength. If no one could get close to you, and you can't get close to them, then you don't really need to deliver a punch, right? 

But you would just keep at it oh my god

One hundred push-ups. One hundred sit-ups. One hundred squats. Every day. He was worried you were gonna go bald at this point

He'd still love you but still, spontaneously losing your hair because of rigorous training as not good

You'd fight with one of them until you were pink and dripping with sweat. It was obvious you were breathing heavily and, honestly, it's been two hours. Even Yuji was getting tired, but you wouldn't stop.

Megumi found himself doing something he thought he never would. Ever.

He invaded your privacy, of course. 

"Shoko-sensei, Gojo-sensei asked for a copy of (l/n)-kun's physical and related medical records"

At first, he just wanted to see if you were anemic. You don't really show any symptoms, but also, you don't eat a lot. All this exercising can't be good if you are. Then his thoughts strayed to "oh god .... What if they have heart problems? Lung problems? They shouldn't push themselves so hard if they do. What if they avoid certain foods because of a stomach issue? What if-"

You're healthy. Just as he initially thought.

Megumi was baffled, to be honest. 

He can get avoiding certain foods if they hurt your tummy. But what if you were just afraid of being made fun of because of stupid cliches?

He can get casual exercise if it was important you lose weight so you don't get sick. But what if it was because you really hated how you looked?

This hurt Megumi. He threw his copy of the reports in the shredder and went on his way

He wondered around, lost in his thoughts until he spotted you just outside of the girls' dorms doing something

He could have sworn you were fresh out of the shower but somehow still exercising

Yoga? Maybe? He couldn't tell and he didn't care

You were wearing the cutest set of pajamas, and your hair was still damp

And when you raised your arms up your shirt rose and he could see the tummy in question, complete with stretch marks and whatever other blemishes resided there (scars, freckles, etc.)

He did the most ooc thing I've ever made this lil fucker do

He runs up, gets on his knees, and kisses the tummy

All over the tummy

Just as he thought. Warm and soft. Both the skin and the texture are soooo soft-

As you turn into a flustered mess, "Fushiguro-san what the fuck", he throws his arms around your knees and throws his over his shoulder

"You aren't that heavy if I can do this... (Y/N)-chan"

Oh god the way your first name rolls off his tongue

Well, as long as he's near the girls' dorms, he might as well let himself in-

As you flail and giggle, trying to break away, he sees your thighs jiggle out of the corner of his eye

This sets something off in him he doesn't understand, but also, who the fuck cares

It isn't hard to find your room and he allows himself in, still pardoning himself for the intrusion, and he sets you down on your bed

Still doesn't give you a chance to speak as he wraps his arms around you and nuzzles his face in your stomach

"Warmmm...~"

He's never cuddled anyone ever, but he already knows this is ten times better than cuddling someone who's built like a wall

Squish > muscles

"You know you're beautiful right?"

This makes you blush, but you reluctantly bring your fingers through his hair. "You think so?"

Megumi furrows his brows and looks up at you. "You don't?"

Megumi stays with you all night. You two stay up until three am talking about insecurities, everything you admire about each other, and Megumi practically worships your body through words and praise

He decides he's going to help you feel more confident about your body and your looks

All while loving every inch of your body

The next morning was a mess though because he had to somehow sneak out of the girls' dorms without anyone noticing

Gojo would be pissed if he found out

Had he not orchestrated this whole thing

Seriously, you honestly thought Gojo made mistakes? 

He hates seeing his precious students down themselves, and even though he only knew you for a couple of days back then, he knew this would be a problem

Precious little y/n, who is beautiful in every aspect but insecure about their looks, surrounded by muscle-bound idiots

He had to do something, how could he not

He knew one of them would enjoy your body

He knew it would be Megumi too, he sees how he looks at plus-sized girls-

Even he thought you were cute and was proud to have you as his child

All of his children are cuter than everyone else's children

And now all is well

You became more confident in your body and eating in front of others, toned down the exercise, and Megumi became the most whipped boy in the school

Tags: @wasabito @kittaliapenn

[lupin-for-president]

“Behind the Shelves” Pt. 1

(A Wolfstar College AU)

•••

Long couldn’t even begin to describe the day Remus Lupin was having.

From waking up late and missing his morning lecture, finding out his chocolate bars had melted from being in his car, spilling coffee all over his floorboards, and then his boss telling him he had to work the late shift at his college’s library, “long” didn’t seem to do this day justice.

It was around six in the evening when he had noticed them walk in from his spot behind the front counter.

A graceful girl with long red hair, at least four books in her arms, and a baggy cardigan hanging loosely off of her shoulders. A darker boy with nerdy looking glasses following close behind her, holding just one textbook in his hand, and his hair a curly mess.

The boy clearly fancied the girl, it was obvious in the way his mouth curled at the edges while he tried his best to match her steps, and —by the way she was trying to fight off a smile of her own— Remus was nearly positive that the girl fancied the boy a tad bit too.

Then, Remus’ eyes landed on the last member of the arriving party.

A boy with warm carmel skin and wavy black hair that hung gently down to his shoulders. His mouth held a smirk —that Remus would deem absolutely sinful— and his eyes glinted with a playful sense of glee. He wore faded ripped jeans and a black Queen shirt with the sleeves pushed up, exposing his delicately intricate tattoos. He had piercings littering both of his ears, as well as a black stud in the side of his nose.

Just my type, Remus thought.

When he finally lifted his gaze back up to the stranger’s face —hazel eyes meeting a set of piercing grey ones— he felt his breath catch in his throat. He quickly averted his gaze back to the books he was sorting, doing his best to fight off an embarrassed blush. The next time he dared to look up, the enterauge had already vanished away —deeper into the library— and a relieved breath blew past his lips.

“Way to go Remus,” he muttered to himself, “Just start having repressed gay thoughts the second a mildly attractive boy walks through the door.”

He’s more than just mildly attractive, he scolded himself.

With a heaved sigh, he picked up the stack of books and walked out from behind the counter. He made his way to the proper shelves quickly, knowing he had at least twelve more stacks to sort back out before the night was over.

He was finally on his last book of the stack and, due to its placement, he had to use the library ladder to put it back on its shelf. Climbing the rolling ladder —rather carelessly if he were being honest— he lazily reached up to place the book back in its proper position.

“Ah, History of French Language, I wonder what poor soul had to indulge in that.”

The sudden voice caught Remus off guard, making him jump so hard that he nearly fell backwards off the ladder. After he regained his balance, he was ready to look down and make a snappy remark to the person who had almost made him fall, but immediately bit his tongue as his gaze locked on the source. Remus’ eyes widened for a moment before he cleared his throat, a heat rising to his cheeks.

It was the same boy from before, his long black hair tucked lazily behind one of his ears, arms crossed over his chest, and a cheeky smile painted on his lips. He was leaning against the shelf, eyeing Remus with a teasing look that was enough to make his skin become peppered with goosebumps.

“It actually isn’t too bad,” Remus finally answered, making his descent down the ladder.

“Oh? Have you read it?”

“Yes, I have,” Remus nodded curtly, grabbing the ladder and dragging it along behind him to put it back in its proper place.

Remus had expected the conversation to end there, but he heard footsteps following after him. When he positioned the ladder in its rightful spot, he turned to quirk an eyebrow at the boy, readjusting the sleeves of his sweater.

“Can I help you?” Remus asked, probably a little too sternly, “Are you looking for something?”

“Oh, no,” Sirius grinned, leaning forward slightly, “I’ve found everything I need.”

Remus was taken aback at the boy’s forwardness, it wasn’t something he was used to seeing. Then again, this boy was undeniably attractive —enough to make any girl or boy weak in the knees just by looking at him— so he really had no reason to be shy with his flirting.

But Remus was currently working and on the clock and —even though he was oh so tempted— couldn’t be caught flirting with some mysterious bad boy behind the bookshelf.

“Right,” Remus cleared his throat, “Then I must get back to work. If you decide you need help, I’ll either be behind the desk or putting books back on their shelves.”

And so he strolled off and did just that, but the strange boy simply followed. Remus tried to pretend that he wasn’t looming over his shoulder, but the boy kept getting closer and closer and it kept getting harder and harder to avoid him. Finally, Remus slammed the book he had just scanned into the computer shut and turned around to face him.

“What.”

“What’s your name?” Sirius asked.

“Remus,” he said bluntly.

“Remus,” Sirius repeated, as if he were testing it out.

The pale boy nearly felt his heart combust at the sound of his name dripping off of the other’s tongue like warm honey, drizzling into every crevice in his mind. He did his best to push past the thought and not focus on those beautiful pink lips that just looked so temptingly soft.

“And your name is?” Remus questioned, leaning back against the counter, arms crossed over his chest.

“Sirius, but you can call me yours,” he winked.

Remus couldn’t even attempt to hide his blush this time, his entire face turning a bright shade of pink. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously before turning back around to gather up the scanned books.

“Sirius, that’s uh— that’s a nice name,” Remus nodded, cursing himself for not knowing how to handle the blatant flirting of this beautiful stranger.

Sirius laughed —a melodious, charming laugh— and shook his head.

“It’s after the star,” he murmured, “Speaking of which, the stars are supposed to look absolutely beautiful tonight. Would you like to go watch them with me?”

Remus paused for a moment as he turned with the stack of books in his arms, his eyebrows creasing togegher slightly. Slowly, he looked up at Sirius, head titled slightly to the side.

“Do you always invite random strangers on dates or is this a new thing for you?” Remus asked.

“Nah, only the cute ones,” Sirius smirked, sending him a flirty wink that made butterflies erupt inside of his stomach.

Remus simply scoffed and brushed past him, books in hand. “Well, sorry to disappoint, but I must decline. I don’t go on dates with strangers,” he said sternly, though his voice had a hint of teasing in it.

“Oh, come on. We’re hardly strangers now, Remus. Wouldn’t you agree?” Sirius quipped, following after him, “I mean we’ve known each other for a whole half hour already, I’d say we’ve become pretty swell friends.”

Remus just started sorting the books back onto their shelves, careful not to make eye contact with Sirius in the fear that doing so might cause him to give in. After all, this boy was obviously handed everything in life. It wouldn’t do much harm for Remus to play a little hard to get.

“Speaking of friends,” Remus started, “Aren’t yours going to be wondering where you are?”

“You mean James and Lily? Please,” the tan boy waved off the claim, “I doubt they even notice I’m gone. James has been swooning over that girl since our freshman year here, two years later and he’s still just as infatuated as ever. I think Lils is finally starting to give in, though.”

“So you’re a junior here as well? Funny, I haven’t seen you around much,” Remus noted.

“That’s because I never have the need to come into your little library,” Sirius shrugged, “I’m an art major —a free spirit if you will— I’d rather not waste my time surrounded by books. Though, now that I know you’re here, I might have to come around a little more often.”

There it was again, that bold flirtatious side of him. It made Remus want nothing more than to grab him by the shirt collar and slam him up against the bookshelf, ravaging him with intense kisses just to make him shut up. Remus was sure those pretty pink lips were just as soft as they looked.

He cleared his throat and turned to the boy, hands now empty of books to sort. “Art major, huh? I should’ve guessed, you seem like the type,” Remus said, his eyes giving the boy a once over.

“Do I now?” Sirius smirked, taking a step closer to Remus. “How about you, what’s your major?”

“English.”

“Should’ve known, you seem like the type,” he said, his words spilling out like dangerously sinful honey. “When does your shift end?”

“A few hours,” Remus replied, his heart pattering inside of his chest, “Not that it’ll matter to you, I already told you I don’t go out with strangers.”

“What’ll it take to convince you?” Sirius asked, his tone turning oddly tense.

“Figure it out yourself, Mr. Free Spirit.”

With that, Remus turned on his heel and walked down the aisle and back to his counter to finish his job. Sirius, of course, acted as his shadow the entire time, dropping flirting remarks and teasing hints every few minutes.

It didn’t stop until the glasses boy from earlier came up to the front desk to whisk him away, just about ten minutes before closing. Not that the stubborn boy would admit it, but he almost hated to see him go already.

As Remus watched him walk out of the door, blushing lightly as the boy turned and gave him a cheeky wink, he found himself wondering if he would see him again.

And prayed to god that it would be soon.

[psychedelic-ink]

hello! if you're taking requests still, could i ask for a kind of weirdly specific request? what if the witch queen had a son that she sent away? since, it seems like men aren't exactly welcomed in the witch's forest. and since her son would obviously be vanessa's brother... could i get a fluffy moment of the sibling's first meeting? and also uh...... what if..... finral gay... for pretty witch boy 😔💞 thank you in advance!

Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long for me to write it! I actually really liked this idea and might play with it again later on! Thank you so much I had so much fun writing this! Hope you’ll enjoy!

WARNING: Smut at the end!

It was a beautiful day in the town of Kikka. White clouds decorating the bright blue sky. A warm breeze blowing, caressing the skins  of those who lived there. On a day like this, it was hard to be mad at anything. Usually Vanessa would be out enjoying a  drink and Finral, well ,he would be out socializing. But as fate would have it , today was the first time that Finral saw the pink haired witch so furious.

Where ever her high heel boots hit the ground trembled. As she marched , she pushed away anyone who was infront of her. Finral the kind hearthed person that he was , had apologized countlessly.

“Vanessa,” he said softly. “Maybe you should calm down just a tinsy bit.”

Not even hearing the spatial mage, Vanessa cut him off. “I can’t believe her. Just when I thought maybe just maybe I could at least start to forgive her what does she tell me? That I have a younger brother!”

Her footsteps speeding up, Finral was having trouble keeping up with her. Trying to ease the tension, he let out a nervous smile. “I mean I get what you mean but,” he put his hand on her shoulder, stopping her in her tracks. “Maybe the first time seeing your brother, you shouldn’t be fuming from your mouth. I mean you’re mad at your mother not your brother.”

Her tense shoulders relaxed a bit. Taking in a deep breath, she closed her eyes. "Okay,you’re right.“ she opened her eyes back up and faced Finral. She gives him a wide smile. "How’s this ?” she asked still smiling her words barely understandble. Finral gave her a double thumbs up.

“Better then looking at him like you might murder him.”

Her wide smile becomes a small one. She takes Finral by the arm and they continued to walk towards her favorite coffe shop. This was the only place she liked that didn’t serve alcohol. Her steps were calmer now. When they arrived at the cute local coffee shop, she stopped just before going in. The huge sign that said “Screamin’ Beans” were moving along with the breeze. Finral gave Vanessa a worried look. She took one last breath , her chest raising up, she lets out all the air from her mouth. She put on a big smile and walked through the door. Finral following her.

“So,” Vannesa said her eyes quickly scannig the all too familiar shop. It wasn’t that crowded due to everyone wanting to be outside. “Where is he?”

“I’m guessing he’s the pink haired guy sitting next to the window?” Finral suggested with a sarcastic tone. Vanessa shot him a dirty look as they both walked towards the round table. The sun was giving the man sitting there a heavenly look. He looked somewhat of an angel. Finral had no idea a mans look could be so, breathtaking.

When they sttod awkwardly next to the table Vanessa’s brother, noticing them, lifted his head his lips quickly turning into a warm smile. As the man stood up and gave Vanessa a great big hug, Finral felt like that maybe he shouldn’t had come. Vanessa was the one who invited him saying that she would be too nervous. But so far her brother’s body language was quite friendly. Nothing like Vanessa’s many paranoid scenerios.

Vanessa was shocked for a moment , her hands glued to her sides, but she quickly recovered as she returned the gesture. Her lips finally forming a genuine smile. After parting away from his long lost sister he turned to Finral, holding out his hand.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Narcissus.”

Finral’s breath got caught in his throat for a moment. Now that the witch boy was looking at him, he could clearly see his face. The only word that Finral could describe him was, gorgeous. His skin was pale and smooth. He was almost paler then Vanessa. His cheek bones so prominent that it looked like it was sculpted by the most capable of sculpters. His eyes were blue as the sky that was outside. A couple of his bright pink wavy hair strands were dancing a long his face, one of the strands on top of his eye but not covering it completely.  He was utterly perfect. Finral had never seen a man this beautiful, this breathtaking.

His neck was covered with long necklaces made out of various stones and crystals. He was wearing a dark green baggy long sleeve turned down collar shirt. The shirt’s cuffs were pink matching his hair. He was wearing a brown belt carrying his grimoire and his trousers were much like a shalwar with a matching green like his shirt. The sleeves of his shalwar were tucked in to his black boots. When Narcissus pushed his hand foward, Finral realized that he has been staring at the other man. His cheeks warming up he takes the hand offered to him and smiles.

“Nice to meet you too, I’m Finral. ”

“Why don’t we take a seat.” Vanessa said with excitement. Ignoring Finral gawking at his brother.

But unlike her sister Narcissus didn’t ignore it. Not removing his eyes from Finral’s, he also stared at the magic knight. Soon enough Finral followed Vanessa’s lead, avoiding his eyes and sitting next to her. His cheeks coloured with a tinge of red. Narcissus sat across him.

A waiter rushed to their side , Vanessa asked for a black coffe, Narcissus had ordered  green tea prior of them arriving and Finral asked for a caramel macchiato. He felt like he needed the sugar after the basically molesting Vanessa’s brother with his eyes.

“My my,” a melodic voice spoke to him. “ Aren’t you the sweet tooth.”

It took Finral a moment to realize that Narcissus was talking to him. His hand went to the back of his head starting to nervously scrath himself. “Y-Yeah.” he stuttered. The witch  gave him a mesmerising smile and turned to his sister.

“So tell me about yourself,” he said genuinely interested. “Mom told me you were a magic knight? Must be exciting.”

“Y-Yeah,” now it was Vanessa’s turn to stutter. She raised an eyebrow. “ You talked with mom?”

“Well yeah,” he replied , sipping his green tea.  "When she left me with my step parents she left me a note explaining everything and why I couldn’t be with her. She writes to me now and then, asking about my magic and such.“ then he grinned. ” Apparently you and your squad made quite the impression on our home. She wrote to me after that, telling me I had a sister.“

"Our home?” she asked with a slight surprise in her tone. “You see it as your home?”

“I mean, I was born there.” he shrugged. “ I know mom is messed up but I do understand that as a male I couldn’t be there. Living with the same rules for centuries, it wasn’t going to change just because of lil old me.”

“But it should have!” Vannessa’s sudden outburst shocked both Finral and her brother.  "She put me in a cage for years trying to evolve my magic. She sent you away without even telling me your existed! It’s not normal. Some rules should be able to bend a little.“

Finral averted his eyes. She was right. It was wrong for their mother to put them through something like this. Suddenly an image of Langris popped in to his head and how their parents always tried to put them against eachother. Narcissus reached out to Vanessa, putting a hand on her shaking shoulder. His thumb stroking her shoulder in order to calm her.

"I’m not saying I agree with what she did.” he said. “But we can’t change our past or our mother. I was lucky I lived away from everything so it was easier for me to let go. You should start that path as well. I’m with you now. We are together. I’m just happy that I have a strong sister like you.”

Finral’s heart almost melted when Vanessa put her hand on top of Narcissus’s. Her eyes were tearing up.

“Thank you.” she whispered.

The tender moment is cut short when the waiter comes and serve them their drinks. Both of their hands back to their original places Vanessa holds her coffe with both her hands feeling the warmth radiating from the mug.

“So now you tell me about yourself,” Vanessa said while sipping her coffe.  "I want to learn everthing about you. What’s your magic for instance?“

"Well , I use crystal magic. I can change people’s emotions based on the magic of the crystal I use. I can also heal or power up people. Attack spells aren’t my strong point but I do have a couple of spells in my grimore-”

“What are the crystals on your necklace?” Finral interrupted, giving in to his curiosity. He quickly covered his mouth. “Sorry, that was rude of me.” Finral could feel Narcissus analyzing him with his gaze. It was like he was staring in to his soul which made him uncomfortable but also ,oddly enough, special.

“No need to apologize,” Narcissus began with a smile. “ These are rose quartzes,” he continued, lifting his first necklace. This was the necklace that was closest to his neck. “Rose quartzes are known to bring love to the wearer or make you love yourself . Honestly they are my favorite.” Finral’s heart sped up with the mention of the jewelery bringing love. Narcissus continued lifting his other necklace which had blue stones with yellow freckles on them. “These are called lapis lazuli. They amplify your physical talents and communication skills. They also have healing properties.”

“Wow,” both Vanessa and Finral murmur.

“What about you guys?” he asked.

“Well I have thread magic,” Vanessa said. She then pointed to Finral. “ And Finral here has spatial magic.”

“Both so rare, I would love to see them in action sometime.” Narcissus said with awe. “I live in a small cottage up in the mountains. You both are welcome to visit anytime.”

“Sure thing,” Vanessa replied with a big smile but realizing what Narcissus was implying her smile quickly formed a pout instead. “ Wait, why did that sound like you need to leave?”

Narcissus put his now empty teacup on to the table. “I’m really sorry,” he said with guilt in his eyes. “I forgot to give my cat food. But I brought you both gifts!” he rummaged through his bag and took out a smilar necklace but with green crystals instead and a bracelet covered with dark brown crystals. Narcissus extended his arm towards Vanessa the green necklace in his hand. Vanessa opens up her palms and he drops it on to them. “This is made out of jade stones. It keeps the wearer from harms way and brings harmony. It soothes the mind and frees you from negative thouhghts. And this,” he continued giving the bracelet to Finral. “Is made out of smokey quartzes. They disperses fear, lifts depression and negativity.  They bring emotional calmness, relieving stress and anxiety. It also helps to cleanse your sexual centers so that energy can flow freely. Smokey quartz is one of the best crystals for sex for men because it increases their virility.”

Finral almost choked. What sexual cleanse? Now he was positive his whole face was a bright red. He was barely holding himself together while in the presence of such a beautiful man. Now he just randomly talks about sex? Nonethless he took the bracelet with gratitude and with a smile.

“Thank you.” Finral replied.

Narcissus smiled as he got up from his chair. Putting on her necklace Vanessa does the same. Giving his brother a big hug. Finral extend his arm in means to shake Narcissus hand but the witch gave him a hug instead. In that moment, Finral new the outfit that Narcissus were wearing did not do his body justice. His pounding heart coming to a halt. Wanting to cherish the moment he hugged the witch back. But unfortunetly all good things come to an end.

Despite Narcissus leaving them, Vanessa and Finral stayed behind continuing to enjoy their coffe. Finral put the bracelet on, feeling like a 14 year old that can’t control his emotions. He sighed, facing his looks towards Vanessa.

“I-I have a problem,” his voice was shaking. Vanessa raised her eyebrow. “I think I might have a crush on your brother.”

When a laugh echoes throughout the whole coffee shop Finral wanted to dissapear into the ground. This wasn’t the reaction he was expecting. When her laughter finally died down, he glared at her.

“Sorry,” she said wiping a tear from her eye. “I mean it was obvious you were practically undressing him with your eyes.” Finral eyes widen. He avoided his eyes and started to stare at his empty mug. Vanessa chuckled. “ I just wasn’t expecting you to be this honest with your feeling-”

“Feelings? What feeling?!” Finral blurted out, blushing. “He’s just really really beautiful.”

“Yeah alright.” Vanessa rolled her eyes. “Well , he did invite us to his cottage. We can go there tomorrow if you want?" 

Finral, nervously tapping his mug with his thumbs, nodded without saying anything. In a million year he could’ve thought that he would fall for a man. Specially not Vanessa’s brother. But he couldn’t get his smile out of his head. How stunning he looked when the sun bounced off of him. His sky blue eyes piercing throught him.

He had no other choice then to nod.

——————

When he first woke up, Finral already new he was in trouble. His heart was already beating so fast that he thought his heart my burst out any second. He saw the pretty witch boy in his dreams. Holding his hand, kissing him. Putting his hands on his face he groans. Today was going to be a exhausting day. He didn’t even know if Narcissus liked him. He might have a girlfriend. He might have a boyfriend. They knew nothing about him. The amount that they spent talking wasn’t that much. He wished Narcissus could’ve stayed longer.

When their time to leave arrived Vannessa declared that she couldn’t come due to being sick. Finral’s eyebrow twitched at the excuse. This was clearly Vanessa’s idea of matchmaking. But nonethless he went with the plan. Butterflies flapping their wings in his stomach. He felt sick. Maybe he should’ve canceled too.

But he knew it was too late to do such a thing. He was standing infront of Narcissus’s house. As expected the house was sitting amongst a wonderland. The almond and cherry trees both in bloom,  making the ground he was standing on magical. He had never seen a place so beautiful. This place was basically Narcissus. As he climbed up the three wooden steps a creek could be heard out. Vanessa told him that she would let Narcissus know that she couldn’t come. Before knocking he took in a deep breath. Pretty much like Vanessa did the day before. But as soon as he lifted his hand the door opened.

"Finral!” an overly enthusiastic voice shouts out to him. “Welcome! Sorry that the place is a bit messy.”

Finral stepped inside as he observed the witch’s home. There were plants every where and in every color. A silent whistle could be heard signaling that the tea had boiled. He could smell lemons. A touch on his leg startled him. When he looked down he saw that there was an orange cat rubbing his furry body on his leg , purring while doing so.

“His name is Baron,” Narcissus said. “He’s very friendly.”Finral smiled as he bent over to pet Baron. “I noticed.” he said amused. Finral then focused his look on to the witch. He was in the kitchen readying tea cups. “I was thinking we could sit outside on the porch,” he said carrying a tray with a teapot and two pastel pink teacups. “Is that okay with you?”

“Of course. Do you need any help?”

Before you can react Narcissus is already at the door. “No I’m good. I’ll bring the cake and after that we can sit down and relax.”

“Cake?”

Narcissus chuckled at how shocked Finral looked. “Yeah cake,” he said still giggling. “Why are you so surprised?”

“I-I just didn’t wanted to cause you so much trouble.”

“It’s just a cake Finral, It’s not like I fought the entire diamond kingdom.”

Finral let out a nervous chuckle. Narcissus was just so cute. He wanted to know more about him. His favorite food, favorite book, favorite plant the list would go on and on. How did Finral manage caught fellings? He was happy but his anxiety was hitting his stomach, hard.

“I hope you’re not alergic to lemon,” he said as he bend over to take the lemon cake out of the oven. Finral was smelling lemons before but when  he took the cake out, it smelt like they were in the middle of lemon trees. His mouth watered. As Narcissus was passing Finral, he nudged him and gestures Finral to go outside with his head. Finral followed the witch as he went outside.

After, Finral could only assume an hour, the entirety of the lemon with poppy seeds cake was half eaten and both of the men were gladly sipping their tea. Their bellies full and warm. They had been talking about pretty much everything. Narcissus told him how he decided to live in a cottage, how he wanted to be a magic knight then changed his mind due to his step mother getting sick, how he was happy that he found about his sister, Finral barely talked about himself. It’s not like he had that of an interesting life. He just wanted to listen to Narcissus talk for days. He never wanted to leave this porch.

“What about you?” Finral is teared away from his thoughts. “Do you have any siblings?” Narcissus asked.

That question was enough to make Finral’s whole body tense up. Flashes of his childhood coming to his mind. No way he would litter such a beautiful evening with such awful memories. He shrugged trying to act cool.

“Yeah I have a younger step brother,” then he pat his stomach. “But man that cake was good! You should definetly give me the recipe I doubt I can make it as good as you though.”

Narcissus raised an eyebrow much like Vannessa does whenever Finral is being idiotic. The spatial mage starts to sweat.

“What was that?” the witch asked.

“What was what?”

“You trying to avoid talking about your brother? You tensing up?” he chuckled. 

“Your weak attempt to change the subject?”

“Oh, that.” Finral didn’t know what to say. He started to tap his teacup once again. When he saw Narcissus blue eyes glued on him waiting for him to talk, he sighed. “My younger brother thinks I’m a joke. His name in Langris. Despite being younger then me he accomplished great things and he is the next head of the house of Vaude,” he shrugged avoiding eye contact. “Not that I care though. Sometimes I just care a bit too much about what they say. But I’m pretty much used to them seeing me as an utter failure.”

There is a moment of silence. Finral felt that just for that moment the whole world went silent. When he gathered the courage to look Narcissus, he is shocked to see the witch with clenched teeth looking furious. If looks could kill ,he or to be more precise his family, would be dead right now. In an attempt to lighten the mood Finral gave out a nervous chuckle.

“Don’t worry about it, Like I said I’m fine with it. Sorry for bringing it up.”

When the witch’s anger targeted him the hairs on his neck stood up. Maybe he should leave? After another silent and painfully cold moment, Narcissus extended his hand. Finral’s eyes trailed down to the table where the witch had laid his hand waiting for the magic knight to hold it. Swallowing the knot that had formed in his throat he complied. Upon this Narcissus closed his open palm and gave Finral a reassuring squeeze.

“Finral,” he began. “It’s great that you say you don’t care but it’s obvious that you do. Honestly I’m angry that you believe the things that your family had told you are true.” Now his thumb gently stroking Finral’s hand. The butterflies in his stomach had returned. “The first time I saw you I knew you were a kind trustworthy person. Just because you aren’t the strongest doesn’t mean you’re a failure. ” His anger filled eyes had turned into a compassionate one. “Please don’t cry.”

Finral hadn’t noticed that his whole body was shaking. He hadn’t notice how his face was wet due to the tears streaming down his face. He hadn’t notice how hard he was biting his lip trying not to let his emotions go.

“Sorry,” Finral whispered trying to compose himself, wiping his tears with the sleeve of his shirt.

Narcissus stood up not letting go of Finral’s hand. He pulled him to his feet. Finral was surprised he could stand up with the way his legs had been shaking. But without question he followed the witch as he entered his home and guided him towards the pastel orange couch. Narcissus laid Finral there and got on top of him, now straddling him. Finral’s eyes widened. His heart almost bursting, the butterflies in his stomach trying to get out, he gulped.

Narcissus leaned over, gently kissing Finral’s eyes at first. Then he left a trail of soft kisses where the tears had left a trail and finally his lips found their wat to Finral’s. Finral’s lips moved alongside Narcissus’s soft ones. The kiss is tender and warm. Wanting more Finral lifted his head pushing into the witch’s mouth. He felt Narcissus smile into the kiss, he snuck his tongue in, sucking on the magic knight’s tongue. Finral moaned, his hips snapping up in order to get some kind of friction. When Narcissus breaks the kiss he whines at the lost.

,“You deserve everything Finral,” he said with a reassuring tone. “Today it’s all about you. I’m going to pamper you as you deserve to be treated that way.”Before Finral could reply or do anything, Narcissus cupped Finral’s member, stroking it. Finral wished the fabric between the two was gone as he bucked his hips upward. The witch unbuttoned Finral’s trousers and pulled down both his pants and his boxers. A sudden breeze hitting his now fully hard cock. Finral could feel the remaining blood in his body rushing to his cheeks. When he glimpsed at Narcissus he could see a tinge of red decorating his cheeks. His member twitched when he watched Narcissus tongue darts out in order to lick his lips.

Narcissus leaned over and took only the head of Finral’s stiff member into his mouth. Sucking on it as if it was a lollipop. His tongue dancing along , moaning as he licked the precum forming on the tip of Finral’s cock. Finral’s hips bucked up once again, letting out a hard moan. He wanted Narcissus to take it all.

“My my,” the witch said his lips wrapped around Finral’s cock. “You are quite impatient aren’t you?”

Finral groaned as his partner continued to torture him by just suckling on the tip of his cock. Letting his member go with a load pop Narcissus slid his tongue down along his shaft. Then licked his way back up to the tip of his member. The only thing Finral could do was beg. Beg for the witch to take his whole cock inside of his torturous mouth. His begging is awarded as Narcissus swallowed him whole. Burying his nose in to Finral’s bush. He hums around his cock sending delicious vibrations along his member. This was too much for the magic knight, wrapping his hand with Narcissus’s pink hair he slightly tugs on it making the witch moan. Losing the will to hold back anymore Finral fucks Narcissus’s sinful mouth. Feeling his partners throat clenching around his member. While his cock was fully buried in his throat Narcissus swallowed around him sending Finral over the edge. His hot cum squirting in to the others throat. Loud gulps could be heard throughout the whole cottage. Narcissus  continued to bob his head up and down helping Finral get down from his orgasm. When the witch lifted his head to observe his partner , he could see that the magic knight was a complete mess. His chest going up and down as he breathe heavily ,his arm covering his eyes. Narcissus crawled up in order to be face to face with him once again. He removed his arm and gave Finral a tender kiss. Finral smiled as he parted away.

“Sorry if I was a little bit rough,” he said as his hand wondered across Narcissus’s body quickly making it’s way down the witch’s hardened member. 

“Now it’s your turn.” he continued playfully as he fumbled to getthe other’s pants down.

“There will be plently of time for that,” Narcissus replied smirking. “What did I told you? Today is all about you.”

[cncoh-damn]

Late Night Calls

Summary: As much as you love talking to the guys, late night calls with them isn’t always the best thing, especially when timezones are in the way.

Word count: 4,993

Tags: @richukisbb @quierick @mamacamacho @erickspretend1 @whymyeyeslikethat @zaddydejesus @zabdielsdimples @cncownerxcr7 @streamdecero @cncoxpmxvibes @marveloucnco

Wanna join the taglist? 

Ah, tests. No matter how good you were at school, there would never come a time when you’d look back on them with a smile. Of course, with this being the last year you’d have to take them (at least, until you decide to go to college), you just can’t afford to flunk a single one. Despite several protests from both your own squad and the boys, you promptly locked yourself in your room with nothing but several cans of Red Bull and one too many snacks that definitely didn’t count as dinner. Of course, you couldn’t really ignore the repeated knocking on your door (courtesy of Elodie, the twins, and Alex) nor could you ignore the buzzing of your phone, no doubt caused by the guys trying to convince you to take a break and actually eat something that didn’t come from a vending machine, so with a sigh, you get off your bed and unlock the door.

Unbeknownst to you, Alex stopped banging on the door roughly half an hour ago, and she’d been put on update duty; sending pictures and telling Zabdiel–who would then tell the others–how things were going on their end. Zabdiel did the same, although he still sent you messages every half hour or so. By the end of your five-hour study session, you swear there would be little grooves on your door from where one of the girls’ bracelets or rings hit. Checking your phone for the notifications, you’re mildly impressed to see the number of messages and missed calls you got, most of them from Erick and Chris. Probably something about your unhealthy habits, but really, you’re not about to listen to them; those two were sometimes worse than you after all.

And that’s how, ninety minutes later, you went back to your room after a somewhat excruciating–but delicious–dinner. As she came from a family that put a premium on academic achievement, Alex was the most sympathetic to your wanting to spend the rest of the night studying, though she was quick to tell you to not “study until you pass out” again. Slipping on a stolen hoodie (probably Christopher’s judging by how it wasn’t too baggy on you), you put on your studying playlist and get lost in your textbooks, a feat more difficult than it would seem.

The hours pass in a blur of flash cards, ink smudges, notes scrawled messily in the margins of a page, and several breaks for you to pop the knuckles of your hand when it feels like it’s about to cramp up from writing so much. By the time you finish, it’s already nearing eleven in the evening, and judging by the lack of noise from beyond your door, the others were already asleep or out. (E/c) eyes glance over the mess on your desk, papers and books and pens strewn around your laptop. You then glance over to the vanity-turned-extra-desk-space in front of your bed, brows furrowing at the mess. Not really the most ideal set-up, especially when everything you needed had to be within arm’s reach, but you could fix it later on. Or once your tests are over, something that seems more likely than the former.

Stretching your limbs, you let out a yawn before your eyes fall upon your phone, a notification light blinking to alert you of, well, unseen notifications. Placing your thumb over the home button for it to acknowledge your fingerprint, you rub your eyes with the other hand as your phone unlocks to show everything you’ve missed.

Thirty missed WhatsApp calls from the guys.

Several puns from Erick telling you to stay hydrated and take care of yourself.

Memes from both Chris and Erick that are related to the subjects you currently had.

Khan Academy videos from Zabdiel and Joel.

And finally, a group selfie from Richard, with all of them looking like kicked puppies. You have no idea who came up with the caption, but you were sure the dorks were trying to guilt you into studying and looking after your health. As much as you wanted to deny it, the fact that they all cared enough to spam your phone with messages telling you to take care of yourself warmed your heart. Needless to say, that picture gets saved to your gallery, where you’ll keep it to look at every time you needed a reminder to look after yourself it’ll stagnate and probably end up buried under the copious amount of memes and videos you save from your chats with the guys.

Noticing that your phone’s about to die–you both love and hate them for spamming it, because that meant your battery got drained quicker than it normally did–, you snag one of the many phone chargers on your bedside table, plugging it into the socket behind your table lamp and leaving it there. Next, you stretch some more before you pad over to your bathroom, fully intent on taking a shower before falling asleep. Hey, you might even get the chance to try out that new body wash you and Joel got from Lush the last time you hung out with him.

You step out of the bathroom twenty minutes later, shea butter-scented steam wafting into your room. Mental note to self, (Y/N): thank Joelito next time you see him, because shea butter smells so good. Plus it felt great on your skin, a bonus that usually came with the skincare products you bought. Yes, where most people bought skincare stuff for the sake of making their skin better, you buy the stuff because it smells good. After you wring out the excess water with a towel, you plonk down on the stool in front of the bathroom counter, a hairbrush in one hand and the hair dryer in another. Five minutes is all it takes for your hair to be just a little damp, and you set the dryer down to brush your hair until it’s no longer wet. Once that’s done, you brush your teeth and rush through the five step skin regime that Iana and Joel set up for you. Yeesh.

By the time your head hits the pillow, you don’t bother with anything aside from getting the blanket over your head as sleep claims you. Too bad you’re not getting the uninterrupted eight hours of sleep you wanted.

CYOA: Pick Your Boy

Christopher Velez:

maybe it wasn’t a good idea for you to set one of the most iconic songs in your music library as his ringtone

but really, Sk8r Boi was the song for him

YES IT’S BC HE’S AN ACTUAL SKATER

plus it was the first song you two ever jammed out to, so it’s got a special spot in your friendship

ANYWAY

as much as you love Avril Lavigne, you weren’t fond of waking up to the guitar riff you always played when you got your hands on an electric guitar

honestly you were tempted to let it go to voicemail because DAMN IT BRYANT, YOU WERE SLEEPY

but you figured that Chris wouldn’t call you at fuck knows what time in the morning if there wasn’t a reason

so you pick up, pulling the micro-USB connector from your phone’s charging port before pressing it into your ear, half your face smooshed into your pillow

“Nena!”

now normally the hyper ball known as Christopher Velez wouldn’t annoy you by simply saying one word, but… you were tired

so you grunt before speaking. 

“Hola, Chris.”

bear in mind you were rudely awakened by his ringtone playing, so you’re not in the best mood rn

but he deadass doesn’t pick up on it

so he’s babbling on and on, switching between Spanish and English way too quickly for your still-sleepy mind to comprehend

just as you’re about to yawn, he stops mid-sentence

“(Y/N)? Cuál es tu color favorito?”

you actually yawn while he’s asking, and it takes a second or so for you to realize he asked for your favorite color

“Uhh (f/c),” you say, yawning right after.

he doesn’t say much to you after, and you’re about to let the background noise from his end lull you to sleep

HA SIKE

just as you close your eyes, he makes this triumphant little noise that wakes you up again

and really, you don’t want to rain on his parade (even if he’s keeping you from your precious sleep), so you pull the phone away to let a tiny groan out

(Y/N) wants sleep

pero Christopher, el loco, just had to call you. smh

once you press the phone back to your ear, you barely just get the tail end of what he was saying

and really, you missed the guys (and Chris’ crazy laugh, but shh), but you needed sleep

so you yawn again before interrupting him

“Dude, I miss you and all, pero estoy cansado, chico.”

on one hand, he feels bad. but on the other, your sleepy voice is hella cute so… he has no regrets.

maybe a little guilt bc he knows you needed sleep to help with your test

so he’s all like “Ah, lo siento conejito. Go back to sleep, si? Just call me after your test!”

too bad you fell asleep in the middle of his apology lmao

he was waiting for a verbal response, but then he heard a snore

headass wanted to record it for blackmail purposes but nah

so he just hung up

gracias mucho, Christopher

(Y/N)’s circadian rhythm salutes you

also you called him as soon as school let out so you could tell him you did decent on the test

when you got it back, you sent him a picture. perfect score, hell yes.

lowkey you had to beg him not to post it on his IG. it’d be awkward af, plus it’d fuel some rumors that really wouldn’t be good for anyone

Richard Camacho:

okay, so you really had to set a punk rock song for this somewhat emo lil bish’s ringtone

but rn, you’re regretting it

no, Ronnie Radke, (Y/N) (L/N) doesn’t know why good girls go for bad guys now please shut it

it really suited Richuki tbh, what with him definitely pulling off the bad boy daddy dom look, but goddamnit it was loud

also Good Girls Bad Guys was the first Falling In Reverse song he ever listened to (courtesy of your emo phase that didn’t quite end, just turned lowkey) and he liked it

2012 (Y/N) is thrilled that 2018 (Y/N) has a friend who’s willing to listen to punk rock with her, even if said friend is a bit of a flirt

so he calls you around 4 am your time

you’re still a lil grumpy, but since you were in NREM 1, you woke up pretty easily

doesn’t mean you’re happy about it though

adios eight hours of uninterrupted sleep

but you figure this would happen sooner or later, especially since you and the guys have this sibling-like dynamic now

you pick up ofc, bc you’re already awake and you really don’t like sending any of your friends to voicemail

and he’s just surprised you picked up

there’s a little tremor in his voice and it makes you worry because you’ve never known his voice to not be even because of anything other than anger

or so you thought

now that he sounds upset, you’re a little more awake than before

“Que pasa?”

you usually switch between Spanish and English when talking to them, and it stays that way no matter how sleepy you are

there’s silence on his end for a while, and while it does make you worry more, it makes you a lot sleepier

you swear you’re about to fall asleep before he speaks up again

“No es nada. Just go back to sleep, okay?”

as tempted as you are to do just that, you’re not about to. bitchass had the guts to call you before dawn and make you worry before saying it was nothing? nuh-uh

you love sleep, but you love your friends (and your hobbies) more

“Don’t give me that bullshit Camacho.”

using his last name? he screwed up, and Richard knows it

he’s kinda quiet on the other end though, and you! don’t! like! it!

“Yashel? Richuki? C'mon man, what’s wrong?”

blame it on the fact that it’s like 4 am, that’s the only reason you’re being a softie rn

“It’s nothing. Sorry for waking you.” And then headass fucking hangs up

much to your chagrin

THE AUDACITY

he calls you before the asscrack of dawn, makes you worry, then decides that it’s nothing before hanging up on you? R U D E 

like, screw the fact that you only had four or so hours of sleep, something was up with Richard and you’re determined to find out what

so, against your better judgement, you call him

he picks up bc headass didn’t set a different ringtone for you even if you’re friends hmph

“What happened?” literally no hesitation or beating around the bush here; if something was wrong, then you sure as hell wanted to know about it, especially since he called you

“It’s nothing (Y/N). You have a test tomorrow, just go sleep.” and then he hangs up on you AGAIN

by this point you’re cranky and mildly insulted, so you plug your phone back in to charge before you go back to sleep

you didn’t wake up in the best mood that day, ngl

lil bit snappy, kinda sassier than usual

basically your mood was like Joel’s every time he was on Twitter

the bad mood followed you all the way through your test, and it was pretty obvious from how tightly you were holding onto your pen

after school, though, you call him again and hope he doesn’t hang up on you

“Wanna tell me what’s wrong now?”

“Am I a good dad?”

oof this was not something you were prepared for

“The hell are you talking about? You’re a better dad than most are, man.”

as it turns out, he misses Aaliyah and worries that he’s not doing the best he can as a father

and you’re like “???” because the fact that he and Yocelyn are co-parenting means that he’s doing his best

especially given that he’s away on tours and doing promo stuff a lot

and he’s slowly spiraling into this really dark space and you! refuse! to! let! it! happen!

“Dude, listen to me. Yes you’re not around as much as you want to, and yes you may miss some parts of her life, but look at it this way: you’re making an effort to be part of her life, and that’s way more than I can say for most of the guys who accidentally knock up their girlfriend. So chill, okay?”

soft hours have been extended all bc Richuki doubted himself :((

by the end of the call, he’s feeling a lot better

“Gracias, nena.”

“De nada, dude. Next time though? Don’t call me sounding all upset and shit and then hang up.”

he laughed at that, but then apologized, so you’re not annoyed at him anymore

lowkey you’re considering changing his ringtone but… nah

Zabdiel de Jesus

if there was anyone of the guys you thought would know not to call you when you’re supposed to be asleep, it’d be Zabdiel

but nOPE

he called you probably thirty minutes after you fell asleep

and even if Britney Spears is a guilty pleasure, you don’t want to wake up to Womanizer blaring from your phone

sorry Elodie

but it’s blaring and you’re rudely awakened and now you’re sleepily squinting/glaring at the stupid thing as if it would make it stop. it doesn’t.

so now you’re picking it up because damn it, what the fuck could Zabdiel want?

you yawn as you accept the call, laying on your side so you don’t have to hold the phone to your ear

“Que?”

you didn’t expect to hear loud ass bass and what was probably a party on the other end

but you did

and now you’re trying to keep yourself from cussing at him. you two weren’t that close yet, and no way were you going to risk offending someone because they called you at lord knows what time in the morning.

so you take a page out of his book and take several breaths to calm yourself before repeating the question

“Cometí un error,” he groans, and you’re so tempted to just yeet your phone away because fucking hell, he’s drunk! or somewhat intoxicated.

either way, you are not in the right state of mind to speak to a drunk person

“¿Qué hiciste?“ It’s a struggle to not let the annoyance in your voice show, but you barely even manage to hide it. Thankfully, he’s too drunk to notice.

“I screwed up, (Y/N).” The way he says it is almost too pathetic and you sigh.

“Si, you said that. What happened?” There’s mumbling on his end and all you could make out is a name: Gwen. it takes a while before you piece it together, and you facepalm once the puzzle pieces slot together.

he was upset about his ex

his ex that, according to rumors, he cheated on

and then, for some reason, he figured you were the best person to talk to? okay, not the best person, but one of the first people he should call. 

you were not equipped for this. nuh-uh.

“Zabdi, that was a whole year ago. Hell, maybe even more.” Really, you wanted to ask why the fuck he was thinking about this now

it’s been a Y E A R

“I really liked her,” he continues slurring into the phone, and you muffle a groan with your hand. did befriending an entire boyband mean that you had to listen to them talk about their exes even if it’s been a year? even if they were probably the cause behind the breakup in the first place?

can you resign from being their friend now? (you say this despite knowing you wouldn’t go through with it. you love the dorks too much)

“Zab, you can’t do anything about it now.” You’re trying to be a nice and comforting voice of reason, you really are, but damn it the bass is too loud and you still have a test later in the day

you don’t know what’s happening on his end, but you think you hear something that sounds suspiciously like a sob

cue another eye roll

“Escúchame, Zabdiel. It’s in the past, si? Nothing you can do about it other than learn from your mistake and no lo hagas de nuevo. Lo tengo?”

there’s a bit of scuffling on the other end, and your brows furrow. the hell was happening?

you get an answer when Clara’s voice comes through, and you blink. huh, guess they were bringing him back to the hotel. or his room, who knows.

“Lo siento (Y/N), the rest of the guys thought he went off with a girl,” she explains, and you muffle a yawn.

“It’s okay, Clara. Just–”yawn, “Make sure he doesn’t puke or something. G’night.”

you hang up before she does, plugging your phone back in before you finally conk out again

during dinner that evening, you ask the girls how to deal with a friend who’s an emotional drunk, just so you’re prepared for the next time he calls you when intoxicated.

after that, you send him a few feel-good texts. mostly stuff that siblings would send each other, so you’re really living up to the familial nature your friendship has begun to take on

Joel Pimentel:

just so we’re clear, the only reason you call Joel more than any of the other guys is because he rarely checks his messages, groupchats or otherwise

that said, you’re surprised when, instead of the first of your alarms, The A Team plays from your phone

it’s weird that he’s the one calling you and not the other way around, but you shrug it off

at least he’s calling around the time of your first alarm

“What,” you deadpan into the phone

“When the fuck were you going to tell me you were at the Infinity War premiere.”

whatever it is you were expecting to hear, this ain’t it folks

“Uhh… never?”

and cue a cranky Joelito ranting about you getting to be there and not telling him so he could’ve tried to get tickets 

to which you needed to cut him off

“Bitch, my parents got tickets. Besides, my godfather invited us.”

“Who’s your godfather?”

and cue the silence

“I’m not allowed to say.”

“W H O .”

it goes from this to you deflecting the topic until you decide to bring up your test.

he knows you’re trying to change the topic, but he’s going along with it. he’s been there before.

you start spewing out random facts, both to keep his mind from going back to anything Marvel-related and so you can see how much you remembered from last night’s study session

for the most part, it works.

Joel’s listening to you talk about facts, and every now and then he’d interject with a question, to which you quickly launch into an explanation that spawns even more questions from him

and so you two talk through the next two alarms you set, with you explaining concepts that would probably (hopefully please please please) show up on the test later

“You think I’m going to pass?”

“Hey, if I understood that because you managed to explain it to me, I’m pretty sure you have nothing to worry about.”

“Yeah, unless it doesn’t show up on the test.”

“… Don’t jinx yourself.”

you two hang up around the same time, and you’re in a considerably good mood considering he called you to ask how you managed to be at the Infinity War premiere

also it’s shocking how you two didn’t sass each other much during it

come to think of it, what time was it there when he called?

meh, you’ll figure out later. right now, you have to get ready for school, and that uniform tie isn’t going to tie itself.

#privateschoollife

ANYWAY, you get to school and shit, breeze through most of your classes until last period

DUN DUN DUN

test time

you’re shaking with nerves bc the teacher for this one is notorious for giving college-level tests to his AP classes

and even if he’s been your teacher for the past three years, you’re still terrified of failing any of his tests

but one look at the questions had you breathing a sigh of relief.

those were the things you explained to Joelito! you were going to pass!

ngl, you nyoom through the multiple choice questions and double check your math for the ones that need calculations

once school lets out for the day, you find a nice, secluded area near the botanical garden (again, private school feels) so you could call Joel and tell him you’ve got a good chance of passing the test

but when he picks up he sounds groggy af

oh, how the tables have turned

but you’re sympathetic bc he needs to look pretty; his face is one of his main selling points after all

“Hi, sorry I woke you, but I think I’m definitely gonna pass. Thanks for a while ago, bye, love you dude! Get some more sleep!”

how you managed to say that in one breath, no one has any idea.

meanwhile Joel’s just staring at his phone in confusion before realizing you thanked him for helping you recall what you studied

you two didn’t acknowledge the “love you” that got dropped in that quick, minute-long call and you never will

later that night, he calls you again because he saw another picture of you at a Marvel premiere

and this time, you two sass each other until you fall asleep

sass buddies til the end of the line

unlike Steve and Bucky BC THE END OF THE LINE WAS APPARENTLY A CHANCE TO TIME TRAVEL

anyway

it’s back to your regular, sassy program with (Y/N) and Joel. except for when tests come along, especially midterms and finals.

you two have late night calls just for him to help you study

Erick Brian Colon:

after a bit of shifting around in your bed so you can comfortably nestle in your blankets, you finally drift off to sleep, dreaming of getting an Academy Award in the future

as you were about to accept said award, the dream gets shattered when the fucking Guachineo begins to play

along with the shattering of that dream (because damn it, it’s been a near constant goal since you were a kid) comes a rude awakening not even thirty minutes after you fell asleep

as much as you loved Erick (PLATONICALLY), you were going to throttle him, pretty eyes or not

at least, that was the plan until you hear his voice

who knew someone could sound so shaken up over the phone?

okay that was rude and insensitive af but you weren’t expecting this

he literally sounded like he was about to cry, and damn it, this was the baby! this was little bebito Erick on the phone sounding like he’s about to cry and you’re not going to hang up on him.

to be fair, you wouldn’t hang up on any of your friends, but least of all Erick.

so in the sleepy voice you swore never to let anyone but the rest of your squad hear, you yawn out a “Que pasa?”

he’s practically sniffling, and even if he doesn’t quite want you to hear him cry, you’re one of the first people he thought to call, especially since the guys were out at the club 

“Extraño a mi familia,” he admits, voice shaking and you just want to wrap the guy in a blanket and cuddle him.

sure you don’t really get homesick much since you don’t live far from your parents, but it’s a wholly different thing for Erick

for one thing, he has a tight bond with his family. for another, he was what, 14 or 15 when CNCO was formed. it was probably the first time he was away from them for a long period of time, and sometimes, it didn’t get easier to bear with the passage of time

“No llora, bebito.” You’re trying to comfort him and all but you’re not exactly the best person to go to when you need emotional support. Hell, you can barely support yourself emotionally.

which brings you to the question: why me

and why when you had a quiz the next day

but this was Erick. not only was he your fellow group baby, but he was little bebito as well

you’re not about to let him be upset like this, not when you could do something about it

one problem though: you have no idea what to do about it. nice.

thankfully, he keeps talking.

as it turns out, it’s not just homesickness he’s dealing with

it’s also the pressure he puts on himself to be as good as the rest of the guys are

to be as charming as Chris, as good of a dancer as Richard, as intellectual as Joel and Zabdiel

and suddenly, you get where he’s coming from. mostly

it’s like an inferiority complex, but also, not really

as the youngest, you two had the most to prove

you two had the most expectations ahead of you

so it’s natural that you’ll end up pressuring yourselves to meet and exceed those expectations

now you know what to do, BUT you don’t know what to say

“It’s okay to feel like that, bebito,” you start, sitting up and pulling your knees to your chest. “Pero you need to remember that you don’t have to be like them. Dejaste de competir con otros when you guys won La Banda. Now, the only competition you need to worry about is yourself, si?”

you really want to baby him, especially with how soft and watery his voice sounds over the phone, but you know he’s not going to like it

as the youngest, you two end up being babied by those who know you as a member of your respective groups

and it gets annoying after some time because you just want to be treated like an adult

so you’re not going to baby him completely

you kind of stick to a soft voice the whole time you two talk

and when you feel a yawn coming on, you muffle it with your hand bc you don’t want him to feel bad

it takes a while before you ask how he’s feeling

but when he says that he’s feeling better, you immediately feel relieved

not just bc this meant you’ll be able to sleep soon, but bc it meant he wasn’t as upset anymore

a crying and upset friend always made your heart sad, but a crying and upset Erick? you were half-tempted to book a flight to wherever they were and give him a hug, exam be damned

“Gracias mucho, nena.”

“You promise you’re okay now?”

“Si. Good night, (Y/N).”

Yawn. “Good night, bebito.”

so you go back to sleep, then wake up when your alarms go off

the school day passes by in a blur, but you’re hurrying to go home bc you wanted to check in on him via FaceTime

so you do, but he doesn’t pick up

instead you just leave him a message in his voicemail

hopefully he listens to it bc as his fellow group baby, he needed to know that you were gonna be there for him when he can’t share stuff with the other guys

literally though, he’s the only one to always bring out your soft side.

but at least you love the dork.

[the-dead-skwad]

The Morning After X Loki X Reader

Finally I have returned. I'm sorry it's taken me months to post anything. This is a lil Loki fluff. Something that popped into my head at 1am the other day. No warnings just cute.

--

You woke to a loud bang. At first you thought your headache had actually come to life. It actually felt like your brain was I’m trying to burst out of your skull. Then you heard it again. It was someone knocking on your bedroom door.

You sat up but the room was just spinning “Oh Jesus. What?” you said loud enough for the person to hear you.

Natasha poked her head round the door. She looked as bad as you felt. “Hey. Is there space for a bestie to climb in and get some cuddles.”

You half smiled “Isn’t there always?”

She got to the edge of the bed and stopped “Wait, are you naked?”

“No.. What a stupid.... holy Shit I am.” You looked around your room where last night’s clothes were just flung. “Honestly I’m amazed I even got myself undressed.”

She turned around as you forced yourself up and put a baggy shirt on and some pants. You both lay on the bed wondering how and why you had drank so much. Trying your hardest to piece the night together.

“So we did some fantastic cocktails.. danced.. Thor got out the asguardian stuff and I honestly don’t remember much more.” You both laughed. “I remember helping an old guy get to a taxi. He kept shouting something..”

“Exelsior!” Natasha laughed.

You sat up “That was it. God he was funny. I really need a drink of water and like 10 cups of coffee.”

“Well the kitchen is like 2 doors down. I bet everyone else feels as rough as us. Also you have a glass of water by your bed.”

You very slugishly stood up “See drunk me does sometimes like hungover me.” You took a huge swag and spat it back out “Oh Lord! It’s vodka!”

Natasha laughed but then stopped abruptly “Oh, I honestly thought I was gonna vom then. Lets get coffee.”

As you were looking for you slippers you noticed a man sized pair of socks. “Ermm who’s socks are these?”

She raised her eyebrows at you “Well you did wake up naked.. maybe you.....”

“Don't say it.. I don’t want to play a guess who I’ve slept with around the breakfast table.” You put your hand to your head to try to remember.

“No need.”

You looked at her confused “What?”

“Who was the only person last night wearing a black suit....” she lifted up a black shirt from your bedroom floor “equipped with a black tie" she then pointed to a black tie hanging off your lamp shade.

“Loki!” your eyes widened “I slept with Loki.”

“Well you have had a crush on him since New York.” She smiled throwing the shirt at you.

“I slept with him at the Christmas party last year too.” You accidentally got a whif of his shirt and god it smelt good.

She looked shocked “And you didn’t tell your best friend!! I’m joking I already knew.”

“How..”

“Bruce saw you and was too embarrassed to tell anyone else.” She smiled again. “So if you want to get Lokis attention and so he’s not just the occasional drunk booty call, wear his shirt to breakfast. Only button and few buttons.” She gave you a little wink.

“I like your thinking.”

You put on your silky pajama bottoms and Lokis shirt only a few buttons looking all cute and casual. You long (y/h/c) was down but a little messy adding to the look.

As you walked to the kitchen your stomach was turning “I don’t know if I’m nervous or last night’s alcohol wants to make a come back.” You whispered to Nat.

“You’ll be fine.. I mean you look hot. Who wouldn’t want you.”

“My face still looks like a zombie.” Before you could continue complaining she pushed to kitchen door open.

You were treated with a collective grunt from most people. They definitely felt as shitty as you. You sat down on one of the stools at the breakfast bar.

Cap smiled at you “Coffee?”

“Honestly the best thing I’ve heard all morning.”

“Not the best the you felt though.” Nat whispered into her mug. You slapped her on the arm in response.

“So” Tony perks up “Anyone remember anything from last night.”

“Not a sausage.” Thor laughed. “I have never actually been that drunk in my entire life.”

“And you are old" Lokis voice cane from behind him making you jump. He looked over to you and noticed the shirt. He bit his bottom lip and gave you a devilish smile.

You smiled into your coffee not having a clue what to do. He walked over to the coffee machine behind you and then leant on the breakfast bar right next to you.

“Anyone fancy a lazy day watching movies and eating pizza?” Peters sweet little voice came from a bean bag in the centre of the room.

Everyone agreed and stood up to find blankets and a good spot to sit.

“I like the shirt.” Loki whispered in your ear.

You smiled and leant in “Yanno it looked better on my bedroom floor this morning.”

He hummed appreciately in response sending shivers down your spine.

“Hey love birds.” Nat walked past you both “Gonna join us round the TV?”

You both took a spot on the floor. You had your back against The arm of the sofa and about three cushions. Loki sat close next to you but left some space so no one got suspicious. He was leaning on a large bean bag, all he had on was some lose black jogging bottoms and a black t-shirt. The shirt was just thin enough that you could see the muscles in his chest. All you wanted to do was lick him. As weird as that sounds.

“Hey.” Nat nudged you “Want a slice?” she waved the open pizza box in your face.

You snatched up a slice “I honestly think that’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever asked me.” You laughed and a bit of cheese slid off landing on your arm. You just licked it straight off.

Nat shook her head “You’re gross.”

“More like cute.” You heard Loki under his breath.

After you had all woken up more the movie just ended up being background noise. You all laughed and joked about the night before.

As the movie ended Peter stood up “I’ll go find another one.”

“Bathroom break.” Cap stood and walked out the room.

One after another the all left the room to find things or use the loo. You were left alone with Loki.

You stood up “I think.. I’ll..”

“y/n...” He cut you off and stood in front of you. “Sorry, I just wanted to tell you how beautiful and perfect you are.”

You took a step closer to him “I was just going to get a cardigan. But by means carry on.” You gave him a cheeky smile.

He pulled you towards him and wrapped his arms around you “This better?”

You looked up into his eyes, your lips were millimetres apart. “Better.” You whispered against his lips.

He gently pressed his lips against yours hesitantly at first. You kissed him back. He was amazing, truly a god.

Lost in the kiss you didn’t notice everyone walk back into the room.

“What the fuck?” Tony made you jump.

You turned to see everyone staring at you both. For once in his life Loki didn’t know what to say.

Nat rushed over to you and hugged you “Well I’m happy for you both. But if this is a trick...” she looked at loki.

He raised his arms “I promise! I want to be with this girl for as long as she’ll put up with me.”

“As long as you’re happy y/n I’m happy.” Cap patted you on the shoulder.

The rest of the day you sat curled up on Lokis chest, all of you laughing and joking. For just one day you all forgot that when the next alien war came around half of you might not make it.

[marauder--harder]

Mission: What If- A Sirius Black Imagine (Part 5 of Mission: Improbable)

A/N: This is a lil filler, fluff type chapter till we can get to the good bits. Someone remind me to stop making slow burn fics, yeah? lmao, I hope y’all enjoy. Much love, xoxo. :)

Word Count: 3,050.

The incessant sound of your muggle alarm clock ringing woke you that morning. You groaned, burying your head back into pillow, determined to get at least another few minutes of rest before you had to start your day. Blindly reaching out in the direction of the snooze button, you stopped as you heard it quiet suddenly. Your tired mind did little at the confused thought as to how it turned off, instead snuggling deeper into your covers.

“As cute as you look bundled up in your sheets, I didn’t sign up for my partner to be a flobberworm in disguise.”

Your eyes snapped open at the sound of the deep voice coming from your right and you quickly peeked out from your hut of warmth to have a look at who was bothering you this early. A set of twinkling gray eyes met yours, causing them to roll on their own volition. Of course it was Sirius.

“You know,” you drawled lowly, voice still laced with sleep. “Keep sneaking into my room, Sirius, and I’m going to think that you are a pervert.”

The sound of his barking laugh, while much too happy for such an ungodly hour, brought the faintest of smiles to your face.

“I’d hardly call this sneaking, love.”

“Yeah? Then what do you call it?”

Sirius palmed your alarm clock, shoving it in your general direction. “A service to all mankind. This bloody thing was going off for nearly five minutes before I shut it off.”

“I was getting to it,” you huffed, a slight flush rising on your cheeks at your obvious ignoring of the annoying contraption.

“Well, now that you’re up,” Sirius smiled suddenly and plopped onto the foot of your bed. “Shall we discuss our plan for the mission today? We need some sort of cover; this is a rather small town and I wouldn’t imagine that they get many visitors.”

“Lily and James are already stopping through on their trip to Italy,” you surmised with a yawn. “Can’t we just be two patrons again?”

Sirius shook his head, giving you his ‘I’ve got a plan’ look. “Three groups of random people passing through all at the same time? Not likely, love.”

“What were you thinking then?”

“You and I head in today, get settled and scope the place out then Lily and James head through in two days time. We don’t exactly know when they are planning on striking this week, so we need to be prepared for them. Establishing a spot in the community is a smart move.”

“You act like we’re setting up for a month long stakeout, Pads. This shouldn’t take more than a few days.”

“Unless they alter their plans because they realized someone from the Order was spying on their meeting.”

A cold pit formed in your stomach at the thought. You knew that they hadn’t actually gotten a good look of your face, but they had seen you. This meant that they could change their plan, attack at any time. Worse yet, they could have already set the village to burn. Sitting up in your bed, you threw the covers back and quickly moved to your armoire.

“Has Dumbledore secured that the town was safe as of this morning?” you asked, beginning to pilfer through your clothes, pulling everything you thought you might have needed for the mission.

Sirius furrowed his brows at your sudden haste, yet nodded all the same. “Yeah, his contact said that there’s been one Death Eater that’s infiltrated the city so far; we’re being sent to draw him and his slimey mates out.”

“Alright, good. Go tell Lily and James the plan, I’ll be ready in fifteen,” you added quickly before walking into your washroom and shutting the door with a hurried slam.

Sirius stared at the door for a few seconds, trying to comprehend what just had happened. You had jumped to accept his plan without even fully hearing it through. Yet, his mind was more preoccupied with the sight of your baggy ABBA t-shirt hanging off your shoulder, dipping just past your bum. The long expanse of your legs drew Sirius’ eyes and he took in a deep breath, trying to rid himself of his thoughts. This wasn’t the time; you all had a mission to do.

Twelve minutes later, not that Sirius was counting, you emerged from your room looking all the part muggle-ready-for-winter-holiday. Sirius stared for a moment, looking at just how adorable you seemed all bundled up in your favorite sweater and scarf. You tended to wear muggle clothes often, thinking that they were much more comfortable than your robes. Sirius agreed with you, for the most part; but the selfish part of him agreed just so he could see you donning more muggle fashion trends.

“Did Dumbledore tell you the apparition site, Pads?” you asked, shaking Sirius from his thoughts.

He nodded before clearing his throat. “Uh, yeah.”

“Ready then?” Another nod in affirmation had you smiling softly, walking over to Lily and James. You wrapped them both in a quick hug. “We’ll see you both in a few days, yeah?”

“Of course; send along a patronus if you need backup. James and I will be waiting at the apparition site just one town over. We’ll be right behind you both.”

“Excellent,” you muttered before pulling away to stand next to Sirius again. “Ready?”

Sirius extended his arm, looking at you with such a fond expression that you couldn’t help the slight acceleration of your heartbeat. That was odd. “Let’s blow up this joint.”

“It’s ‘let’s blow this joint,’ you ponce.” You slowly linked your arm with his, readying your knees for the blow you knew was to come. Being a side along wasn’t always preferable, but Sirius tried to make the experience as easy as possible for you. You winced at the lurch in your stomach, before the tightening of your body made you stiff and tried to relax. Apparition always was made more difficult if your body went rigid. That was asking for a splinching to happen.

When you opened your eyes, you looked around to see a quaint little alley in what you assumed was the neighboring town. It was a rural town, not many people in it, so you figured it was the perfect place to set up as your apparition point in order to stay under the radar of the Death Eaters you knew were in the neighboring village.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to being your side-along,” you muttered, waiting for your stomach to settle before letting go of Sirius’ arm.

He merely chuckled lowly beside you, offering a comforting pat on your arm. “You always say that. It can’t be that bad.”

“Yeah, well, I never see you being a side-along here,” you grumbled as you pulled away.

“That’s because neither of us want to get splinched and you know it,” he joked with a wink. “Now come on, we’ve got a bit of a hike to trek and I want to get in before lunch.”

“Is food the only thing ever on your mind, Sirius?”

Another bark of laughter could be heard coming from the man in front of you, before he smirked devilishly. “I can think of a few other things,” he winked again.

Rolling your eyes, you sighed and grabbed your duffel. “I shouldn't have asked, you perv. Let’s just get a move on.”

“So you expect me to just ignore the way your legs looked this morning?”

A gasp escaped your lips before you could stop it as you stared at him, wide eyes, “Sirius Orion Black! You right cheeky bastard!”

He dodged your swats with another round of peeling laughter, and hurried along in front of you. “Can’t say it wasn’t worth it, love!”

The two of you walked in relatively amicable silence for a while, falling into a comfortable pace. Sirius had suggested you take a muggle taxi to the next town but you didn’t want to raise any suspicion or have any connection to the town you apparated to. The less muggles you came in contact with along the way, the better.

After a while, however, you couldn’t help but think about just how much the war has affected each of your friends. It touched everyone in the wizarding world, you knew; but it really changed the entire course of your life. You wondered what your life would be like if you weren’t in the war.

“You alright?” Sirius asked, after trying to get your attention nearly three times. You had spaced out so far that you hadn’t even heard him.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

Sirius nodded and continued to walk in silence before asking softly, “where’d you just go?”

“Just thinking a bit, tha’s all,” you responded, voice equally soft and careful.

“‘Bout anything in particular? You seem… a bit upset.”

As soon as you turned to look up at Sirius, you noticed the gentle concern he held in his gaze. Staring down at you with an intensity that probably should have made you self-conscious, you simply smiled. His stare was piercing, yet soft and gentle. You could tell how curious he was, yet how easily he would drop it if you only said the words. Strangely enough, you didn’t mind the thought of telling him. He had never been one not to understand your plights before.

“You ever think about where you would have ended up if not for the war?”

A sad smile lifted Sirius’ frown for a moment. “Not really, no.” Oh. There were a few beats of silence, and then, “I’ve learned to stop asking ‘what if’s a long time ago, actually.”

“Why?”

“Dunno—just seemed easier. Less disappointment. As a kid I used to ask a lot of ‘what if’s. What if I had been put into Slytherin? What if my parents weren’t part of the Sacred Twenty-Eight? What if Walburga were more like James’ mum?”

Suddenly, you felt awful. “I’m sorry, I had no idea.”

“It’s not your fault,” he said with a wave of dismissal. “You wouldn’t have known. The Potters have been my family since sixth year—hell, before that if I really thought about it.”

“You’re a good fit with them,” you responded quietly. You thought back to the smile on Sirius’ face when James’ mum would give him a big, sloppy kiss on both of his cheeks at King’s Cross his sixth year. He looked happier than you had ever seen him. You now realized that it was probably because Sirius had been rid of his old family, and living permanently with the Potters.

“They are the closest thing I have to family.”

“You’re lucky to have them,” you smiled, thinking of your own family and how much you would have loved to see them recently. Yet, with the war on the rise you had told them that your new job required you to be travelling a lot and that you wouldn’t see them often. They were muggles themselves, so it wasn’t difficult to convince them. They knew little about the world you lived in and you would keep it that way until it was safe enough for them.

Sirius and you didn’t say much after that, both pondering the lives you lived without your parents. Sirius knew you were a muggleborn and had wondered if you were missing your own family right now. He had the luxury of writing the Potters on the off days he and James weren’t working for the Order. He had just talked with them last month, ensuring that they were both well and safe. Yet, you were forbidden from contacting your family in fear that it may be intercepted and they become targets. A deep pang stabbed at his heart and Sirius glanced over at you sadly.

“So, what about you?” he asked. At your confused look, he continued, “What would you be doing if not in the Order?”

A small smile grew on your face at his obvious attempt of changing the subject. Sirius’ heartbeat stuttered again in his chest and he didn’t even fight the feeling this time. “It’s silly, really.”

“Try me.”

“You’ll laugh.”

“Well, only if it is stupid,” he joked.

“Sirius! Now I’m definitely not going to tell you.”

“Oh come off it,” he whined. “You’re a brilliant witch; I’m sure whatever you wanted to dedicate your life to will be just as amazing.”

Glancing up at him with narrowed eyes, you only saw sincerity shining back at you. His face was the same gentle concern that was held earlier, letting you know that you had an out as long as you said so. Maybe that was your curse, you realized. You could never say no to such genuine curiosity. Sirius’ gaze was piercing and beautiful and you knew right then and there that you were in for danger because you’d never be able to deny him any part of yourself if he looked at you like that.

“I always wanted to be an astronomer,” you spoke softly, so softly that Sirius had to strain just to hear you.

Yet, he did. The smile that lit up his face, then, was blinding. Your heart leapt in your chest and you had to stop yourself from mirroring his borderline stupid grin as you stood your ground. You would not give into him this easily. Still, Sirius looked so genuinely pleased with this information and you couldn’t place why.

“Yeah?” he asked, grin still wide and happy. “Is that why you were always sneaking out in the middle of the night at Hogwarts?”

“It doesn’t count as sneaking out if you are going to class, Sirius,” you laughed. Then, you stopped. “Wait, how did you know that I was leaving my common room at night?”

Sirius’ smile turned sheepish as his hand came up to rub at the back of his neck. “Uh, the marauders and I, uh, kind of had a map that kept track of everyone on school grounds.”

“You spied on people!” you screeched, both shocked, embarrassed, and quite amazed at the idea of a map of everyone, everywhere, at all times. “Is that how you lot got away with so many of your pranks over the years?”

Wide eyes soon turned to barks of laughter pulled deep from Sirius’ throat. He couldn’t believe your first thought was its use in all of his pranks throughout his schooling. “Yeah, just about. Our skill with charms was also part of it; and Pete’s ability to weasel out of just about anything, really.”

“That’s…” you trailed off, trying to find the word for it. “Well, bloody brilliant is the only thing that really comes to mind. Did you boys come up with it on your own?” At his nod, your eyebrows rose high. “Mighty impressive, then, Black. It must have taken ages to figure out every place in the castle though.”

“The secret passageways too, no doubt,” he added with a fond nod, remembering the months of preparation and surveillance their map had taken.

“Hogwarts had secret passageways??” Sirius’ laughter was now almost uncontrollable at the look of absolute shock on your features. “You arsehole! Never telling me any of this! I could have taken shortcuts along the castle this whole time!! It would have saved me hours of getting lost over the years.”

“Hey, you said it yourself, love: we weren’t close.”

Your mouth snapped shut at that for a moment, before nodding. “Remind me to hex Moony when we get back; he’s got a lot of explaining to do.”

“Merlin, what did I just set up for the poor bloke,” Sirius moaned. “It was a marauder’s secret; it was no wonder he didn’t tell you.”

“Oh, pish posh, like everyone didn’t break at least one of those secrets over the years.”

“I didn’t,” Sirius said confidently.

“Well, you’re… very noble then, Sirius.”

“Nah, they’re my mates. I’d trust them with anything and they’d do the same for me.”

You smiled, then. It was a soft, sort of fond smile that similarly mirrored Sirius’ own nostalgic grin. “Sorta like your family, yeah?”

“Yeah, a bit like that,” he responded lightly, thinking of just how lucky he was to have three friends as good as the marauders. He really did think of them as family.

“Seems to me like you’ve got family in all sorts of places, Sirius. I guess you’ve no need for what if’s. ‘Been dealt a bit of a shite start, but you’ve managed to right things for yourself. I think all we can really ask for is a group of people to care ‘bout us.”

Sirius was silent as he thought about all the people that he could now call family. James, the Potters, Peter, Remus, even Lily—they were all family to Sirius now and he couldn’t be more grateful. “I’m a lucky bloke, aren’t I?”

“Not lucky if you deserve it,” you smiled, bumping his shoulder with yours as you walked. “Hope you're not fishing for compliments here but you’re a good man, Pads; I’ve told you this before. You deserve happiness and I’m glad you’ve found it in the boys.”

“They make me good,” he said quietly but you were quick with your response.

“You do that all on your own. They just give you more opportunities to show it,” you smiled. “Now, come on; we’re almost here.”

Sirius watched as you sped along to the front doors of the small bed and breakfast the two of you were staying at. His eyes watched you open the doors, knocking softly and putting on the most charming smile he had seen. Your absolute sincerity in your conversation had his stomach a churning, fumbling mess and yet, he couldn’t seem to care. The way you were affecting him hadn’t happened as such since he was a young boy. Yet, a beautiful and kind, grown woman had him nearly blushing and grinning like an idiot over a few teasing quips. Merlin, the more he got to know you, the more he couldn’t rationalize why he should try to take things slowly. He realized, now, that he wanted you and he wanted to know as much about you as possible.

This was going to be a very long mission.

Tag List: (please let me know if you’d like to be tagged!)

@obscurilicious // @mgc-its-easy-as-123 // @whompingwillowy // @mischief-siriusly-managed //  @marauderskeeper // @emi-loser // @bxckybxrnxs // @amelya5567 // @thisismysecrethappyplace // @dude-whatawave // @the-apple-princess // @fantasticchaoticwho // @i-padfootblack-things // @cutie-bug // @sly-vixen-up2nogood // @hufflepeople // @marveliskindacool // @clockworkherondale // @dreamgirl8704 

[occasionalfics]

Dog Days (Steve X Reader)

drabble masterlist | main masterlist | taglist

For @memyselfandmaddox​: “could you do a soulmate with steve that they meet somehow because of my dog maggie? The little runt that she is would so run away from me and priss her way over to steve demanding he pick her up and love on her. When she runs away from me she looks both ways to cross streets and only uses the sidewalks. MISS 16 YEAR OLD MAGGIE IS BASICALLY DEAF AT THIS POINT SO CHASING AFTER HER SCREAMING HER NAME DOES NOTHING.”

A/N: I’m a big Tattoo fan so...that’s where I went with this. (It doesn’t hurt that Chris Evans’ tattoos are...a huge turn on js) Also how have I never gotten a soulmate au request until now?! This was too fun! I want more! And maybe I deny Infinity War but I don’t deny Civil War so I wanted to put this at a point when Steve, you know, wasn’t a fugitive.

Warnings: None! Just another super cute one!

Words: 1,398

It was 2011 when you woke up with your first tattoo just above your wrist. You liked the simplicity of it: three black circles, one inside the next, with a simple star at the center of the smallest circle. It looked like a bullseye, with no color or words.

The only problem: you hadn’t gotten a tattoo. Your bank account proved that, since there’d been no transaction or even an ATM withdrawal to serve as evidence of a possible drunken mistake. Plus, you’d been sober the night before, so there was no way you’d gotten that tattoo of your own volition.

The only explanation: your soulmate had been born. Which presented a whole new issue: your soulmate was a lot younger than you. The thought made you shudder with disgust and curse the universe for doing this to you - because what else were you supposed to do? All you had was this mark that would constantly remind you of what was to come, even if you dreaded it.

So you told your friends and family that you had gotten the tattoo intentionally. It was easier to explain its sudden appearance than it was to tell them you’d finally gotten your soulmate mark well into adulthood. The only living being that knew the truth was your little pooch Maggie, who, to the best of your knowledge, didn’t know anyone that could actually communicate with dogs. Your secret was safe...for a while.

Two years later, you were walking Maggie down a busy street in the heat of the day - she had little booties on to keep her paws safe from the concrete - when the little monster somehow got out of her collar and sprinted away.

“Maggie!” you called, trying to keep up, but then you remembered something that made your heart sink: Maggie, in her old age, had gone deaf. She couldn’t hear you or oncoming traffic, though she might be able to feel vibrations from engines and car horns - if only she wasn’t wearing booties.

You went into high gear, following her as fast as you could. Despite her age, she was still a spry little girl. She kept up a ridiculous pace, somehow beating you even as she stopped at red lights and looked both ways across intersections before dodging across crosswalks. All you could do was follow her path, breathing harder and harder as she went. Clearly, she had a mission, even if you didn’t know where that would take either of you.

She headed into a small cafe, pushing past a couple as they came out onto the street, and you rolled your eyes. Maybe she couldn’t hear anymore, but Maggie still loved the smell of coffee. But you’d noticed that she’d passed quite a few cafes on her mad sprint, so you didn’t know why this one was special until you went inside.

There she was - the little yippy monster was sitting politely at the heels of a broad-shouldered blonde man in a pair of slightly baggy jeans and a plain blue t-shirt that was almost two sizes too small. You hardly noticed at first; you just watched Maggie’s tail wag at an alarming rate. She barked up at the man to get his attention, and when he looked down at her, she stood on her back two legs and panted for his attention.

“Maggie!” you called, even though you knew she couldn’t hear you. Even if she could, she’d probably ignore you anyway.

The man bent down as if he hadn’t heard you either, smiling at Maggie as she jumped and barked at him. He put his hands around her tummy and picked her up, laughing as her eyes went wide and white and she licked his hands frantically.

“Maggie - you little rascal!” you said, stepping closer to him to try to get your dog’s attention. She didn’t cease her licking, but the man did chuckle.

“So you’re Maggie,” he said, then he turned to you. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to steal your pup here.” He tried to hand Maggie back to you, but she wriggled in his grasp and cried.

You rolled your eyes and tried to pull her from him without being rude, but Maggie didn’t like that at all. She went to nip at your fingers, so you pulled them back and yelled, “Hey! Who do you think you are, lil’ miss?”

The man laughed again, and when you finally looked at him, you stopped. Everything stopped, actually. Maggie stopped moving and the baristas stopped working and the people around you stopped talking - all in the second it took for your wrist to itch like crazy. You thought the man looked familiar, too, so you stared at him until his laughter ebbed.

Maggie went about licking his face - his strong jaw and sharp nose, and without even realizing it, you were kind of jealous. But you reminded yourself that you didn’t know this man, and that he was still holding your dog one way or another.

“She really likes you,” you managed to say without making a total fool of yourself. You tried to pet her, but Maggie completely ignored you. Her tail kept wagging as she made herself comfortable against this man. When he pet her, her tail went faster.

“Well, I like her too,” he said. Then he made sure he was supporting Maggie with one arm before dropping the other. He held his free hand out to you and told you, “I’m Steve.”

Without even thinking, you held you your arm with the soulmate tattoo to shake his hand. “(Y/N),” you said, almost automatically getting distracted by the light blue of Steve’s eyes. They looked familiar, too, but you couldn’t remember why. But damn, was that tattoo itchy. It’d never been itchy like that before.

Once you pulled your hand back, you instantly scratched the tattoo, which pulled Steve’s attention to it. You watched his brow furrow and his head tilt and suddenly - you knew who he was.

“Oh my god,” you whispered. You moved a little closer, so you didn’t alert too many of the other patrons around. “You’re not...Steve Rogers are you?”

He didn’t answer at first because his attention was still on your tattoo. “Is that…” he started, but he never finished his question. He reached his fingers out until they came into contact with your wrist - which sent huge waves of sunshine-y warmth up your arm. He must’ve felt it too, because his breath caught at the exact moment that yours did.

“What...was that?” you asked, looking at your wrist, then back at Steve.

He scrambled to hand you Maggie, who cried at the loss of contact with Steve. You held her close as he brought his opposite wrist to your attention. There, in the same place your tattoo was on your arm, he had one that was just the outline of Maggie’s name, but it was in the same font that was printed on her collar tag, which you’d had custom made by someone on Etsy a few years ago.

“Maggie’s your dog?” Steve asked, like he didn’t already know.

You nodded. “And you’re...Captain-”

He hushed you and looked over his shoulders, searching the room to make sure no one was paying attention. Before he spoke again, he gripped your free hand in his and pulled you outside, over to the furthest table possible. You sat across the table from one another with Maggie walking over the metal grate freely now, even though you knew she was supposed to be on the ground.

“Yes,” Steve said. “I’m...Steve Rogers.”

You looked at your tattoo. It wasn’t a bullseye after all. It was his shield without the color. It’d come late because, for almost seven decades, he’d been close enough to death to be kept from you. The Universe hadn’t been playing a trick - it’d been keeping you from years and years of disappointment, until Steve was brought back into the world.

“So what was it like?” you asked. “Waking up with this name on your wrist and having no idea who Maggie was?” You managed to smirk at him before you planted your chin on an upturned palm.

Steve smiled, too. His ears and cheeks turned a light shade of pink as he looked at the table, then at Maggie. “Confusing at first,” he answered. “But...not so bad.”

Tags!

Global: @infinityblogger @welcome-to-my-daydreams @hopefulblazetriumph @httpmcrvel @capsheadquaters @samanthasmileys @sunigyrl @yeahbutmarvel @mysweetcookie99 @ourdreamsrealized @tinyfistwarrior @punkrockhufflefluff @lady-thor-foster @nerdywitch @dreamerinfinity @demonspawn2468 @blackpantherimagines @pensysto @memyselfandmaddox @acciorinn @the-resal10 @untoldshortsofthefandoms @j-marvel-memester @vinyloider

Steve: @girlwhoisfearless @mrsdeanwinchester19 @multi-fandom-imagines8 @ineffabl-y @warriorsacrifice @pensysto @marvelous-super-soldier @cherrysfandom 

Drabbles: @athorable-and-deanlicous @esoltis280 @pensysto

[doodly-doods]

Valentine’s Day PT I

Ketchup dipped water sausages.

That’s what Frisk came up with for Valentine’s day. She crossed her arms glaring down at her concoction slumped on the cutting board. There was no cute way to package it. It felt like a prank from Sans, himself. Too bad she couldn’t blame her lack of creativity on him.

She released a deep sigh, unaware she was holding. Frisk picked up a small white, draw-string baggy she purchased from a hobby shop and looked it over. She brushed her finger over the suede red heart she stitched on the center. Frisk smiled softly. Despite how silly her gift felt, it was important he receive it.

Somehow, Frisk needed to keep the sloshy ketchup juices in the bag, and make sure the cut up wieners didn’t become soggy — he’d actually want it doused, soaking in ketchup.

Under the shade of the darkened living room, Chara watched his twin from afar. He tilted his head curiously, and briefly glanced his phone’s lock screen. Ah, that’s right. A perk to his lips, he sauntered into the kitchen and belted out, “Greetings!” startling his younger-by-five-minutes sibling. In her fright, she tossed the bag filled with the savories into the air with a squeak.

“Chara!” Frisk swiped at her brother who dodged her slap easily. “Don’t make me get the frying pan!”

Chara hunched forward in a mock-cower, “Not the paaaaaan~!” He straightened looking up at the ketchup stained ceiling. “If you’re gonna grab a pan, get a sauce one. I like my chocolate freshly melted, thanks lil’ sis.”

Frisk growled and caught his stare upwards. She jumped. “Look what you did! It’s ruined!”

“Silly Frisk. I wasn’t the one pitching food at the ceiling. Which,” his eyes narrowed with disdain, “I might add, food that should’ve been pitched into the trash. What were you thinking, Frisk? Trying a new diet?”

Frisk puffed out her cheeks, “dummy! It’s not for me! It’s not…something I’D eat… either way it’s not going in anyone’s stomach from up there!”

“Pfft. Perhaps a Muffet would, but I think they have working tastebuds.” Chara scoffed, bored of teasing his sister looking at the cutting board. In their argument, he failed to notice, the small, now stained, drawstring bag discarded by the sink in its descent.

“Who’s the lucky guy?”

“Monster kid.” Frisk cursed inwardly realizing how quickly she answered. Chara’s eyes narrowed. “That runt likes,” he paused to sniff the air, “hot dogs that much to receive it as a gift for Valentine’s day?” He watched her smugly as she snatched up her bag from the countertop, rinsing residual condiment stains from the fabric.

“He might.” Frisk flushed at her pathetic reply. Did her brother know about her now-obvious crush on Sans? “Shouldn’t you be emptying grocery bags in hopes to fill it with chocolates from your fan club?”

Chara scoffed, “the only thing I hope is for my darling baby sister to make me some chocolate pie from that recipe Miss Toriel taught her a month ago.” He reached over and pinched Frisk’s cheek. “I don’t see any cake boxes lounging around, so where are they hiding?”

She swatted his hand away, successfully slapping his hand to his surprise. She frowned at him and haughtily shrugged her shoulders, “there aren’t any! Go away, Chara, I’m busy.” She turned around, facing her cutting board collecting the tarnished slices of water sausage. She went to her pot that had been filled with extra, uncut wieners and scooped them up with her ladle she left beside it – for times like these where she messed up.

At his sister’s dismissal, Chara faced away from Frisk. He made his way to the living room, casting a last glance over his shoulder. His eyelids lowered, seconds ticking by.

“I’ll give yours tomorrow, after history class.”

Chara snorted. Forever forgiving, she was.

Frisk barely kept her eyes open. She stayed up most of the previous night, packaging Chara’s chocolate pie, a cute little tail-sock for Monster Kid, Papyrus’s spaghetti scarf (which she might add was a challenge! She never crocheted in her life!), and of course, Sans’s Valentine. She sat in her first class ticking off her tasks of the night before with a sense of relief. All four of those guys were very precious to her – one of whom had a gaze that bored onto her from the seat beside her.

“dogged night?”

Her ears perked, unsure if she heard right. Glancing towards her skeletal classmate, her face etched in confusion.

“sorry, i meant ruff night?”

Her eyes lit up in understanding, though her tiredness delayed her reaction further. She bit her lip to prevent a snort from escaping. She nodded, hyper-aware of how, in-the middle-of-class they were, conversing. Frisk’s heart raced. The entire morning she made sure not to see Sans around campus until she was ready. Frisk shooed Chara off to school, so she could change her routine. She luckily made it to class with four minutes to spare, with even Sans’s absence appearing to be a blessing.

She also griped at the idea that he had stayed home from school. Various thoughts bounced in her head. It weighed heavily due to her lack of sleep, and anxiety of finally giving her gift to Sans.

Frisk didn’t realize Sans came to class today until he started speaking. As if he teleported at the very last minute.

Breaking out of her reflection, Frisk nodded to Sans, idly flipping the page in her textbook to appear she was listening to the teacher. After confirming her teacher turned her back to the class she whispered, “yeah. Math is not my strongest suit. So it took me all night to figure out this one, little equation.”

Sans eyelights dimmed from its usual intensity, or so Frisk may have imagined. “could’ve called me. would’ve helped ya find the square-root of your problems.” He shot her a wink, before facing front as soon as the teacher returned her attention to the class.

They both played diligent students until once again, their teacher returned to the chalkboard and scrawled a sentence.

“I can’t do that Sans. I gotta figure it out for myself sooner or later. I don’t think the nation needs a codependent ambassador.”

Sans chuckled softly, “determined to save the world on your own, but not enough to give your ol’ pal a call when ya need a lil’ help?”

Frisk grinned, “who says you have to wait for me to call when you need a lil’ somethin’?”

She watched his entire body jolt and if she focused hard enough, powder blue bloomed on his cheekbones.

Frisk blinked her sleep-dried eyes; no sign of color but white on his face.

Just her imagination.

After class, Frisk and Sans made a beeline for her next subject. Both blessing and curse, she and Sans did not share this period together. She could definitely use this time to regroup and strategize.

“Ah, smiley-trashbag. So nice of you to drop my sister off. You are free to return to the school dumpster, now.”

Unfortunately, she shared history and literature with Chara.

Sans sniffed, “sure thing. just as soon as you climb back into your hole.”

Chara chortled, “feeble comeback for a comedian. What even kind of hole?”

“jerry’s ass–”

“Sans, Chara, that will be enough.” Heat radiated from the history classroom’s doorway. “Hello, Frisk, dear.” As soon as the goat monstress’s eyes set on the young human teen, the swelter magically dissipated.

Miss Toriel.

“Good morning, Miss Toriel. Ah, I’ll see you later, Sans.” Frisk darted into the class, but not before thrusting a thumb behind her, “come on, Chara.” Toriel followed after her, but not before shooting a warning glare at the boys in her doorway.

Without turning his head, Chara plastered an empty smile and trained his eyes on the skeleton before him. “Be there in a sec, sis.” His eyelids lowered; his blinks were measured. “I just want to give you a tip: whatever you’ll plan to give to Frisk for White Day will quickly end up in the garbage where it rightfully belongs. That is all.” Chara swiveled and barely took a step forward before catching Sans’s baffled expression.

“whaddya mean? white day gift? isn’t she supposed to give me something to be repaid? are the rules different now?”

Chara’s face blanked. He stared off but before inwardly smirking. “What’s this? Did she not give you anything for today? Oh, pity. I apologize. I figured if she had given something to your manchild brother and even Monster Kid, she would’ve given you a sock or a twig. My mistake. She made me a lovely mini-chocolate pie. It was exquisite.” Without saying anything further, Chara slid the classroom door closed in San’s face. Leaving Sans to recollect on the implications of Frisk’s gifts – or lack thereof.

NEXT

[dreamingofjoon]

That Gym Couple

Hey, head canon requests are open and please don’t mind my unoriginal title

This photo does not belong to me. Credits here

You were on your explore page on instagram

When you found a video of this really cute guy and his equally cute dog

It wasn’t his account (sadly)

But the person who posted it tagged him

So you go on over to his page

And find out a bunch of stuff about him witcho stalker self

Like how he’s a video director

and has an adorable dog

but you ended up not so silently stalking his account

and following him on twitter too

so like two weeks later

this dude’s face is still stuck in your head

you listened to his group’s music

and you were highkey whipped over this dude you never met and probably never would meet

But anywho

One day you were just in the gym

Because you knew you had to get up and start working out again

You were on the leg press

Struggling because you put it on a higher weight than you knew you could take

your cheeks were puffed and you probably looked hilarious to anyone passing

you had some baggy, black joggers on

old nikes

and a big ass hoodie

so you lowkey looked like a bum too

BuT a cute bUM

ain’t nobody got time to put on makeup when you’re gonna sweat it all off so none of that (seriously bruh)

you finally reached your last set and just sat there, trying to let your legs feel some relief again

when someone came and tapped you on the shoulder and asked

“Are you finished with this machine?” all considerate like

“Yeah, sorry.” you apologized

but when you tried to get up, your legs felt like jello and you stumbled and almost cracked your head

But then the dude helped you stand upright

and you were all flustered but thanked him

then you looked at his face

and your heart dropped 

cuz it was the instagram dude

so of course you backed up off him even though you wanted him to hold you in his arms forever

and your legs still felt like spaghetti so you fell on the floor

and he laughed at you which made you both a lil mad but more embarrassed

he helped you up again

and you were suddenly aware of the other girl around the gym

like three others

two of them were wearing the typical “I’m trying to find a boyfriend” look

the other one looked like you yet still somehow cleaned up nicer

your legs were finally back to normal so you back up and motion towards the machine so that he can get on

but before he sat, he changed the weight to a higher one okay showoff

he started his set

and you forgot you were kind of staring

so he just looked at you and you got all surprised because he moved his head really suddenly

“Learning from the master?”

“Excuse me?”

“The leg press. It seemed like you were struggling a bit.”

“Oh.Yeah…”

you just went along with the excuse because you couldn’t come up with your own

“When I’m done with my next set, I can show you.”

“Thank you!”

dude you were squealing inside

“Name’s Christian by the way.”

“Y/N.”

so he showed you how to not strain yourself to much but still barely pushing your limits

so that you don’t have to walk around like a limp noodle

and you guys end up working out together

and he’s like

“Do you come here often?”

“First time in a while.”

“Well I come every Saturday evening. Hope to see you again soon.” he smiled and you swooned inside

so yeah you were planning to come next saturday

(and were planning to look a little better)

but when saturday came, you were in a rush and ended up in similar clothing (sux)

but when you got there, you didn’t see him

you started working out because that was still a focus here

like twenty minutes later, you feel a tap on your shoulder

“Surprise.”

wHiPpeD

you guys worked out together again

you ended up getting food after

which defeated the whole purpose of working out but oh well

and you were talking and his dog came up

“My dog loves running with me.”

“Lori, right?”

and there was a silence

and you realized that you guys were supposed to be strangers

“IT REALLY WAS YOU!” he yelled out of the blue

and you’re confused ????

“When you followed me, I looked at your profile because of all of the interesting comments you left so I thought I recognized you at the gym but I wasn’t sure.”

and your eyes bugged out

“Um um um…”

“Don‘t get nervous now.” he laughed

“Would you like to meet her?”

“…Lori?” you asked

he nodded so after the awkwardness passed and you finished eating

the dude asked you to meet him at a park by your house

and he brought his dog along with him

and you walked and had fun with them and got his number

you guys worked out every week together

and soon enough, you got the chance to look halfway decent for him

and when you arrived he looked at you weird

“Are you comfortable in that?” was the first thing he asked

Yeah, why?”

“No reason.”

you were just wearing a t-shirt and some running shorts that were a little high you had to admit

but you worked out nonetheless

near the end, you started to do different exercises

he went to the dumb bells

and you got some small weights so that you could do squats

you’re just doing your thing

then you heard a thud and turned around quick

Christian’s weight was on the ground in front of him and his eyes got wide when you turned around

“You good?”

“Yeah, fine.”

every now and then when you wore something that wasn’t big, baggy, or black, Christian would stare without you knowing somehow

the dude knew you were fine af but sometimes it was just disrespectful

one day, some dude came up to you while you guys were split up

he said he noticed you when you came a few times and would like to grab a bite after you guys were done

before anything even came out of your mouth

Christian does a batman and comes out of nowhere

slides his arm around you waist

“Sorry. We’re going to get something to eat after.”

the dude seems so sweet and accepts defeat gracefully

you’re looking at the hand on your hip like WHAT

Christian pulled away real quick

“You didn’t have to swoop in but thanks for pretending to be my boyfriend.” you awkwardly laughed

and he awkwardly laughed

instead of going to eat after the gym today, Christian invites you to his apartment

YOUR FIRST TIME THERE MY DUDE

he showed you videos he was editing

and you played with Lori

you guys are sitting on his couch when Lori gets between you on the floor

and you both reach down to grab her

but hit your head against each other

and you suddenly turned to face each other

and he leaned in while your eyes just kept getting wider

he kissed you but your eyes were still open in shock

so when he opened his eyes and saw the look on your face, he thought he shouldn’t have done that

“Sorry Y/N. Can you just forget about it?”

“But I don’t want to forget.” you muttered

and he wAs liKE WHAT

“Dude, you saw my comments. You knew you were attractive.”

“I mean yeah, but then we became friends and I didn’t know if that changed.”

“Well it didn’t.” 

so he smiles and kisses you again

And you close your eyes and actually kiss him back this time

then Lori starts yapping and licks your toes

“This is thanks to you!” he said after lifting her

so yeah

afterwards, y’all are that cute gym couple that people say goals to

and he takes a lot of off guards of you whenever he can even if you say they’e ugly

In the gym

while you’re eating

even when you fell asleep on him

you met the other members of DPR

he produced a video of you guys together for your anniversary

you guys are such a chill but open minded couple

you travel

and eat hella diverse food

a lot of nights, you just go over and fall asleep while he’s editing and listening to music

he loves seeing you and Lori curled up together

music is just something you guys bond over

you also bond over Lori

you guys just bond over a lot

it was a reason why he loved you much

[fafnir-the-golden-dragon-blog]

lil’ preview of a oneshot thing idk

Misa wasn't faring well in the aftermath of Light's death. She had been found after a suicide attempt and was promptly taken to a psychiatric ward until she was mentally healed. She had been in there for a rather long time, long enough even for her to lose count of the days. She could've been there for days, months, years even, and she wouldn't have been able to tell the difference. But of coarse, eventually it was time for her to be released. She was rather surprised when a doctor came up to her and said that she was being sent home, and somebody was there to pick her up. Misa had briefly wondered who that could be, before grabbing her only possession-an odd little stuffed doll to which the origins were unknown to her-and following the same doctor out of the building. Misa was even more shocked to see Taro Matsu-no, Touta Matsuda standing there, waving to her with a smile on his face. "Hiya, Misa-Misa!" The man said with a cheerful expression. But something was off. Misa noticed that his smile didn't look as genuine as it used to. No, his smile looked strained, and there were visible bags under his eyes, as if he had been under horrible stress. He'd also seemed to have gained some weight, as he was a good bit larger in his cheeks and stomach. Adding to his unusually disheveled appearance, was his outfit.

  He wore simple baggy jeans, worn out sneakers and a large mint green sweater, which had obnoxiously bright green stripes. Misa had never seen her previous manager look so......normal. He had always seemed unnaturally happy and cheerful, was this what had become of the once bright and cheery man? Upon noticing her staring, Matsuda shifted slightly under her gaze, before speaking. "I-I know you're probably kinda confused, but, my uh, roommate and I agreed to let you stay with us for a while," he said, scratching slightly at the back of his head. Misa couldn't help but notice that his wavy hair was a good bit longer than she'd remembered, as it covered his ears completely, and could most likely be easily put into a ponytail. Forcing herself to pay attention to what the man was saying, Misa shook her head slightly as she clutched the odd white doll in her hands. Matsuda looked at her with an expression of concern, before speaking. "I-is that okay with you Misa-Misa?" He asked softly. Misa sighed. He was still way too nice. At least that part of him had stayed intact. "No Matsu, it's okay. I don't have a problem with that." Matsuda visibly relaxed, a much more genuine smile spreading across his chubby cheeks. "Okay! Uh, my car's this way, if ya' wanna follow me," the man said, gesturing vaguely in no particular direction. Misa only nodded, and proceeded to follow him when he started leading the way.

  It didn't take long before they reached the car she recognized as Matsuda's. He had used the exact same one when he was her manager. She hesitated, before climbing into the passenger's seat, and buckling her seatbelt. Matsuda fumbled around for a moment, clearly looking for his keys. Misa rested her chin in her palm, staring out the window for a solid five minutes before Matsuda finally found his keys, which he announced with a rather loud: "Aha! Found em'!" Misa couldn't help but smile. His childish nature had apparently stayed as well. Good. That was, after all, part of what had made him so much fun as a friend. Once Matsuda started driving, Misa decided to speak. "So, you have a roommate?" The question was casual enough, but Matsuda's face still flushed a light shade of pink. "Y-yeah, I do," he responded awkwardly. Misa raised an eyebrow in his general direction. It was a normal enough question, so why did he seem so bothered? He seemed to catch on to her suspicion however, because he said something in return. "You've changed quite a lot Misa-Misa, I almost didn't recognize you!" He said with a smile. Misa sighed softly. She could hardly even recognize herself. Between the fact that her hair had grown out, back to its natural brown, and the fact that she no longer followed a strict model's diet-and therefore had gained a decent amount of weight-she wasn't surprised that her former manager had trouble recognizing her.

  She simply nodded, noticing how he kept glancing over at her with a concerned expression. She sighed. "I'm okay Matsu. Oh, and you don't have to call me Misa-Misa. I'm not a model anymore, just call me Misa, okay?" She asked, hoping that she didn't sound too harsh. Matsuda nodded. "A-alright. Sorry Misa." The small woman couldn't help but laugh slightly. He really was too nice for his own good. When neither of them said anything for a while, an awkward silence settled over the two. Misa decided to break it. "So, why did you look all flustered when I asked you about your roommate?" She asked as casually as she could manage. Matsuda's face went red again, causing Misa to smirk. "W-what? It's nothing," Matsuda said hurriedly. Misa snickered, deciding to tease him a bit more. "Aw, Matsu, do you have a girlfriend?" Matsuda's face went bright red. "N-not exactly," he said quietly. Even though he seemed nervous, he was still smiling. Still smiling that lovely genuine smile that reminded Misa of how much she'd missed his friendship. However, her memories were cut short when she noticed something she hadn't before. On Matsuda's left hand, was a wedding ring. Misa's eyes went wide, and by the intense blush on his face, Matsuda knew exactly what she saw. She stared at him in shock for a moment. "Wow Matsu, you got married?" She practically shouted, waving her hands in excitement. Matsuda didn't respond, opting instead to try and hide his smile in that hideous turtleneck sweater.

   Misa smirked. "So, is she pretty?" Matsuda's eyes went wide. "W-what? Whaddaya' mean?" He asked,  clearly flustered. Misa sighed. Still doesn't think. Another quality kept. "Your wife ya' dummy! Is she pretty?" Misa shouted with a smile. Matsuda sighed, chewing lightly in his lower lip. Yet another quality: shitty habits. He still wasn't answering her. "Aw c'mon, I'm gonna meet her anyway!" Matsuda sighed. "I don't....I don't have a wife," he said, putting extra emphasis on the word "wife." Misa's eyes went wide. "Woah, Matsu, do you have a husband?" Judging by the extreme blush covering his cheeks, Misa knew she'd hit the nail on the head. "Wow, really! That's so great Matsu! I can't believe you got married! Is he cute?" Matsuda sighed softly, looking tired. That small smile still remained. "Y-yeah, I'd say so." Misa smirked. He wasn't denying it. It had to be true. Her smirk grew into a full-on grin when Matsuda said that they were almost to his house. She still continued to ask questions. "So, is it someone I know?" She asked, hoping he'd actually respond. "Y-yeah, he is." Misa's brows furrowed in contemplation. Who could Matsuda have married that she knew? Aizawa? No, he was married. Ide? Ew, who would want to marry him? Light was dead, and had been married at the time of said death, so that only left one other person......

 Matsuda pulled into the driveway belonging to the house that was apparently his, and Misa immediately recognized the other car parked in the driveway. 'No way,' she thought, a look of shock on her face. Matsuda's face was still red, making it pretty clear that he knew she'd worked it out.

A/N: just to make it clear, I am not shipping Matsu and Misa!!! In this fic, Misa is aromantic!!!! (She realizes that she never truly loved Light, and that she'd just admired Kira) so yeah, older Matsu and his ugly sweaters ;) I hope y’all like it :’)

[imagineangryspacegrump-blog]

A Princess (Not Really) in Distress - PART 2

Prompt: We're following Leonard, Jim, and Y/n's trip back to the kingdom

Warnings: Lil’ angst (don't worry, it'll be ok)

Word Count: 1,757

A/n: I'm thinking 4-5 parts for this longer-than-intended fic. And in one of those parts, is there going to be a royal ball? Ya'll can bet your ass on it.

Part 1

Sunlight crept through the thin cracks of your eyelids, making you slowly open your eyes. Light was steaming through the opening of the tree-made cave, and the sounds of birds followed.

Looking around, you found Jim sitting up against the dirt wall, asleep, and breathing softly. You were still in Leonard's arms, in the same position from the night before. The knight was asleep as well; you could tell from the light snoring that came from him. During the night, he must've shifted to get more comfortable, because his nose was buried in your neck. If he was awake, you knew he'd probably kick himself in the face for doing such a thing.

His soft breathing sent warm gusts of air across your skin, making you heat up in embarrassment. Never had you been in such an intimate position with a man, or person in general.

Looking around again, a thought came to you. Your two 'captors' were asleep, giving you the perfect opportunity to escape.

Smiling to yourself, you shifted as little as possible, and as slow as possible to get off the man's lap. You had to slowly un-pry his fingers from their locked position in front of you, which made him twitch, but not awake.

After a slow, agonizing few minutes, you managed to slowly stand up. You paused for a few seconds to make sure they were asleep, before silently scrambling up and out of the entryway.

You had to stop and take in the nature around you before running. You had only seen the outside world from a window or in books. It had been so long since you had actually stepped out into it.

The grass was graciously soft on your bare feet and everything was green. Birds flew to and from their nests, bugs crawled on plants, and you even spotted a fox trot through the shrubbery.

The scenery made you giddy, and bouncy. You started to walk away from the two men, admiring the world as you went. It was so much better than any book could've described.

You were so caught up in everything, you didn't notice the rope laying still in your path. By the time you actually noticed, the noose had caught your two feet, flipped you into the air upside down, and suspended you there. The tree that you were tied to, swayed dangerously with your weight, but luckily stayed put.

Blood rushed to your head, making black spots dance in your vision for a second. Great, now what? Your fingertips barely brushed the forest floor, and your shirt was riding up, or down in this case, to pool around your shoulders.

You spent the next 15 minutes trying to use what little upper body strength you had, to reach your feet and un-tie the knot; or at least grab a nearby branch or something, but nothing worked. Deciding that you would either die on this tree, or Jim and Leonard would find you eventually, you stopped struggling.

All the blood rushing to your head was making you very light headed and nauseous, so when you heard voices, you thought they had maybe been a figment of your imagination.

"Look's like she caught herself, making our job a whole lot easier. How'd you manage this Princess?"

There was shuffling as, who you presumed to be Leonard, walked around you, pushing back brush and looking behind it.

"You would think that a princess who's read so many books in her life, would know how to spot a simple animal trap. Wouldn't you agree Jim?"

If Jim said anything, you didn't hear it. Leonard must've found the rope holding you up because there was a snap, then your face became friends with the ground. Luckily, you didn't land right on your head and snap your neck, but you still fell and harshly hit the floor. There would definitely be a bruise there in a few hours.

"Did you even think about softening my fall before you cut the rope?"

Leonard shrugged with a smug smile. He obviously didn't care.

"Some knight you are. You don't know the first thing about being a gentleman. No wonder you're single." You crossed your arms defiantly over your chest.

The knight froze. "How do you know I'm single? You don't know that."

You shrugged. "Call it a woman's intellect."

The three of you went silent for a while, waiting for someone to say something. Leonard apparently couldn't handle the silence. "Well then, let's get going. Don't want to leave King Pike waiting."

The three of you walked all day, and the sun was starting to dip below the horizon by the time the kingdom was visible. It was still miles away, and your legs felt like jelly. Leonard looked like he was determined to continue, but you couldn't handle it anymore, so you dropped, face down into the grass.

"Come on, it's not that much further. 10 miles max." Leonard stated.

The mere thought of walking more made your knees and ankles scream in agony. The large bruises on your stomach, side, and thighs also pulsed with pain. Jim noticed your discomfort.

"Maybe we should call it a night. I'm tired too."

Leonard stood contemplating, before groaning and throwing his arms up in defeat. "Fine. We'll stop. But don't come running to me for forgiveness when the King gets angry for being a day late."

You smiled in delight and rolled onto your back, gazing at the stars while the other two started a fire and settling down. By the time they finished, the sun had left, leaving you shivering in your bare feet. If Leonard had any decency, he would've taken in your short attire and let you grab some other clothes, or at least a blanket, but oh no.

Due to pride, you didn't say anything about the chills, and kept silent, curled up near the fire, watching the flames lick the chill air.

Jim and Leonard sat by the fire too, silence hanging in the air. You could hear crickets in the grass nearby. Leonard shuffled.

"Better get some rest. We'll need to look clean and awake when we get to the kingdom tomorrow."

You didn't need to be told twice. Turning around with your back to the fire, you curled up on your side, trying to contain body heat. It took hours for you to finally doze off, but you did eventually.

Leonard had glanced at you constantly; noticing the unconscious shivers your body gave. He inwardly felt guilty for not thinking about getting you spare clothes or bringing actual supplies on the quest. With no supplies, he had nothing to offer to keep you warm, and he was too prideful to lie next to you and share heat. It seemed the fire would have to do for the time being.

The night had been hell, but now, the cold sounded wonderful. The sun was beating down everything it had while you trudged through long grass. The lack of better clothing was a blessing now, keeping you as cool as it could. Leonard and Jim were sweating their asses off, which made you laugh at their torture. Serves them right. Well maybe Leonard more than Jim. Jim seemed nice enough.

When the kingdom was a mere hundred yards away, you nearly cried in relief. People swarmed the three of you as soon as some villagers caught sight of your searching party. They were cheering, and Leonard was radiating pride. Great, you were simply just a quest token, nothing more.

As you slowly made your way to the castle, women were surrounding Leonard, complimenting him on his 'astounding bravery' and his 'act's of heroism'. So he was a royal sex symbol. Yay, just what you needed.

Older women kept complimenting you and Leonard on how cute of a couple you were, and how handsome the next generation of princes/knights would be. It made you flush red and shy away from the knight. Leonard seemed to be dusted pink as well.

It seemed like years until you finally made it to the castle. Other knights had to hold the people back so they wouldn't crowd the building. You didn't even notice the loud slam of the doors and the muffled sounds of the chatting villagers, too focused on the building itself.

The castle was absolutely beautiful. It wasn't dark and dreary like yours; it was bright and full of life. Maids hustled around, a few waving as they passed by. Knights stood at attention around the room, and people, who you assumed were royals, walked the halls. In short, it was magical.

Leonard waved over a small maid that quickly walked up and bowed to him; ready to obey the orders he was undoubtedly going to give.

"Take Miss Y/n to her new room and get her acquainted. Spice her up, make her look nice. She meets with the king over dinner in a few hours."

The maid nodded and gestured for you to follow. You hesitated. An unknown kingdom filled with unknown people made you nervous. You wouldn't say you knew Leonard and Jim, but you felt more comfortable with them than anyone else here. Leaving them was not something you wished to do.

"W-Wait. Why can't I meet the King how I am?"

Leonard raised a brow and pinched at the thin, baggy shirt you wore, that had dirt and grass stains. "Ah hell, I don't know. Sorry to burst your bubble, but you don't exactly look very royal. I don't want King Pike to think I just dragged a poor, peasant girl here and not a princess. I'd be happy to call for a few princesses I've met. They'd be happy to give you some pointers." His tone was filled with rude sarcasm and it made your blood boil.

You harshly jabbed your finger into his chest a few times. "You, sir, need to learn a little something called respect. I may not look the part, but you can be damn sure that I can play it."

Turning on your heel, you quickly followed the nurse, head held high. Doing so made you fail to see the shock and guilty expression on the knight's face.

Tags: @yourtropegirl @outside-the-government @hellhoundsandunicorns @captian-hannah-kirk @feelmyroarrrr @elenawrit

[jungnoir]

model!wonwoo;

okay!!!! we’re back with everyone’s favorite emo for this request

this is how i picture wonwoo looking before he glos up ignore mingyu

so okay,,, wonwoo, despite what everyone originally thinks, had no interest in becoming a model

like... at all

model was the furthest thing on his mind when he was thinking about what to do with his life

he’s never really seen himself as shockingly handsome enough to be on the cover of magazines and stuff

it’s not that he thinks he’s ugly or anything (he makes a big point in expressing he’s the hottest out of all his friends lmao), it’s just that like... the idea of standing around having pictures taken of you for your job just sounds so stressful??? like do i put my hand on my hip? do i stare into the lens?? what in the heLL?

it’s stressful for jeon wonwoo ok

but he remembers the day he’d been asked to model so very clearly

at the time, wonwoo was in school and was just kind of looking for some easy income to buy video games and food lol

he had been wandering around his local mall, seeing who was hiring and whatnot, when a woman in like a really fancy business suit who basically looked like her whole life was perpetually together walked up to him and handed him a business card like “you’ve got a face that’s a sight for sore eyes, kid. ever think about cashing in on it?”

at first he’s kinda like me??? this guy right here with the emo fringe??

but she just giggles and tells him he’s cute and he blushes so hard he has to hide his cheeks in his hoodie

“i don’t mean to embarrass you, and it’s no pressure if you don’t want to, but i’m a modeling scout and i think you’d be perfect. that’s my card, so if you decide you wanna make a lil cash modeling for my agency, give me a call and we can set up a meeting”

and then she stalks off and wonwoo can’t help staring at the card in wonder, his mind going at a million miles per hour

i mean... could he really model? would anyone think he was good enough?

but also, how much were they willing to pay for his ass to stand around for a few pictures 👀

after debating with himself for a few hours that night, wonwoo made the call the next day and next thing you know, he was standing in a stark white studio with a few dozen people rushing around with clothes in hand and props under their arms

the same woman from before places a reassuring hand on his shoulder and leads him to go get changed, telling him he’ll be a part of a simple photoshoot for a fashion magazine and that was it

the stylists start picking and pulling at him left and right, mumbling things about his build and hair and just overall making him feel pretty uncomfortable

they were shoving clothes into his hands that he knew he couldn’t afford even in his wildest dreams and telling him to get changed, before slathering his face in way too cakey foundation and shoving him into the small crowd of equally stylishly dressed models, all eons calmer than he was

he was about to chicken out completely when he saw... the photographer

you stand, holding your camera and looking over the screen at what you’d previously taken of a stringy haired blonde before you bite your lip and sigh, running a frustrated hand through your hair

wonwoo knows it’s not the Time or the Place but wow um. you’re really cute

you wave your hand absentmindedly and tell the blonde to go somewhere else, which she does with a scowl on her face

wonwoo watches as you silently stress over your photos for a moment, and the last thing wonwoo wants is to be called up for a picture only for you to be super disappointed in his lack of skill. i mean, at least these other models knew what they were doing

just as he’s thinking that, your eyes scan over the crowd for your next victim

and they land right on the shuffling boy who was desperately trying to avoid your gaze

“hey!! you!” you call, and when he looks up, he sees your finger pointing right at his chest, you a lot closer to him than he remembered you being

he jolts back a lil in shock but you’re already taking him by the elbow and leading him to the set, a certain excitement in your step

you notice the scared expression on his face so you just grin and pat his shoulder, “don’t worry, i don’t bite much”

so he quietly stands, eyes glued to your hands as they work on positioning him

every time you tell him to move, he moves

every time you tell him to turn, he turns

you’re kinda shocked that he does what you say so easily, especially since you’d been dealing with know-it-all models all day and you were growing tired

but from the moment you laid eyes on wonwoo, it seemed something was different about him

it was definitely obvious this was his first time modeling too

but he was also really good at taking cues and listening to you so in the end, it didn’t matter how long he’d been modeling in your opinion

carefully, you went back to where you’d been taking pictures before snapping a few, and when you looked at the results, your smile widens

you continued to snap pictures of wonwoo, helping him loosen up by asking him questions about his life and what he did for fun

wonwoo felt completely inadequate answering that most of his hobbies included final fantasy and falling asleep in strange places, but it seemed to amuse you so he tried to tune out his anxiousness as best as he could

and after a while, he was so calm he hadn’t even noticed how long you’d been snapping pictures of him

you had pictures of him in thought, mid-laugh, sitting on the floor, moving to stand and more and they all looked so graceful?? like you’d never seen someone so naturally fit for the camera

you decided to show him a few and his eyes widened at each one, unbelieving that that was really him in those pictures

“wow, you’re an amazing photographer” “more like you’re an amazing model” you shoot back, watching as his cheeks light up a dusty pink

in that moment it’s kind of obvious that wonwoo is someone special, even though he doesn’t really think so

there’s a warmness to him when you look at his pictures, kind of like you’d grown up next to him your whole life

eventually tho, you have to take pictures of other models, though you’re not v happy abt it :(((

wonwoo disappears to get lunch and the rest of the shoot just declines in excitement after that

when you end up seeing in the pictures for the magazine spread, you get an email back almost instantly that’s like “!!! who is that dude with the glare” and you immediately know who they mean

it turns out that the magazine is very interested in wonwoo and they start asking for more pics of him, which eventually turns into them asking for wonwoo to be like a permanent model for them

you’re really happy for wonwoo, but you can’t help feeling a lil dejected that he might end up being photographed by others and you might never get the pleasure of photographing him again-

SIKE U THOUGHT

despite the fact that he gets called back for more photoshoots, the pictures that other photographers take of him just don’t seem to amount to what his first shoot was like

at first, the photogs were like “it’s obviously his fault!!! he’s too stiff!!!” but some staff are like lol the other photographer loosened him up pretty easily so. u kno. 

snatched

and when the higher ups get word of this, they call you in to take over

and sure enough, there’s wonwoo, looking as awkward as he first did when you first met him

as soon as he sees you, he freezes a bit, but it’s like as soon as you smile at him, his worries melt into the floor and he finds himself taking the first breath he’s had since he started the shoot

they ask you to take over momentarily, just to prove a point, so you try to catch a grasp of the mood of the shoot before turning to wonwoo

you start to ask him how he’s doing, being polite and warming him up

slowly, he starts to loosen up at the sound of your voice and at the sound of every joke you make as you snap pic after pic

and yet again, he loses his sense of time when he’s with you

because soon enough, you’re showing your work to the higher ups and they find the correlation pretty easily

they decide that maybe you and wonwoo can come as a packaged deal, and it’s a weird set up but no matter how many shoots he does, it’s obvious he’s best with you

he just feels... safe talking to you

and you’d think it’d be a bigger deal and hassle for those at the photoshoot bc they have to get a whole other photographer to do wonwoo’s pics alone but in the end, no one actually cares

like the perfection and enchanting feel of wonwoo’s shoots are so good, the higher ups don’t mind the extra work

i mean he’s really stepped up his game

and even when wonwoo starts doing runway modeling, it’s always a comfort of his to know that you’ll be at the show, taking pictures of him as he walks

when he starts getting more fame, he asks you to snap pictures of him for his instagram (which has like 3 million followers but he only updates every two months lmao)

and he always makes sure to put “photo cred: y/n” at the bottom of each pic

no witty caption

just photo cred

and he tags your username in the photo like four times just to make sure

you’re also one of the few people he follows, next to a fellow model named mingyu and a stylist named jeonghan

it’s kind of funny how attached he becomes to you, even though you two only know so much about each other

like yeah, you ask him mediocre questions about himself during shoots and spill a few facts about yourself, but that’s really it

and wonwoo thinks if you’ll be working this closely, he should at least get to know you more??

so, after extremely hyping himself up, he gets the nerve to ask you out for coffee

you accept of course, thinking nothing of it

in your mind you think he might just want to talk about the future of you working together or something boring

but then he shows up to the cafe in a baggy hoodie with a backwards cap on his head and these round glasses hanging off the tip of his nose and he’s searching around the cafe before he sees you and 

he just

grins

and you think maybe the strong coffee aroma is getting to your head or something but the first thing that pops into your mind is how much you’d like to see that greet you every day

not at work, but on casual dates to the grocery store or late night walks around your neighborhood

you bite your lip to steal your thoughts away from stuff like that when he comes to sit before you, grinning wildly, “hey!! i hope i wasn’t late. i was going to take a car at first but i didn’t have that much pocket money left over for a cab”

and immediately you’re like “where does all your money go?? you’re like a top model now lmao” 

and wonwoo just shrugs “i keep what i need to survive and the rest goes to my family at home”

and you’re like 

oh

wonwoo just smiles at you and then turns to the waitress as she comes, before she starts buzzing about seeing him from somewhere and he’s shyly confirming it and taking a selfie with her for her insta

but all you can do is watch him

ever since day one, you’ve seen him become such an extraordinary model but you’ve also seen him grow into himself, and it hadn’t really become apparent

when you had first met him, he was around your age, but still quite young in himself

but over a year or so, he had become something much more

in fact, he even got along with other photographers now 

suddenly you weren’t being called in to photograph him all the time

he was carefully peeling away his cracked shell and you were watching him grow into the model you always thought he’d become

you must’ve been completely lost in your thoughts bc you didn’t snap out of your daze until wonwoo was leaning across the table, face inches from yours as he called your name quietly

“y/n? are you okay? y/n?” he asks and you jolt

and maybe wonwoo should have given you some space, maybe you shouldn’t have jumped so hard

but your head shoots up and your lips brush his for just a moment, just long enough for the both of you to realize what had happened

as soon as you do, you’re slapping a hand over your mouth and squealing an apology, your heart hammering in your chest as you think of literally any way to make the situation better

wonwoo is still frozen, leaning over the table with his lips slightly puckered as you look everywhere but at him

slowly, he sits

and you two meet eyes

you expect him to freeze up, or to ignore your gaze completely

but he laughs..?

like a genuine, happy laugh???

in fact, he’s laughing so hard that he catches the attention of other customers and you wonder if he’s like mentally ok right now or if that accidental kiss was too much for his shy self to handle

then he calms, and shakes his head, “so that’s what it took to get a kiss from you? i’ll keep that in mind”

you’re like.. bro what

“um... huh?” you manage, very articulately 

where hath you gone, oh shy jeon wonwoo

but wonwoo doesn’t mention it, just tells you that he ordered you your coffee how you like it while you were zoned out, and a few cinnamon rolls too bc boy has a sweet tooth

for the first time, wonwoo carries the conversation between you two

and for the first time, he’s asking the questions

he seems so relaxed in your presence, and it feels different now that you don’t have a camera in hand

nearing the end of the date, you mention you have a shoot to go to, and he’s reluctantly letting you go, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his hoodie as you both walk out of the cafe

you raise your hand in a wave, about to leave, when his fingers intertwine with yours and pull you back, making you bump chests with him

“go out with me” he spurts out without a second thought, before mumbling a quieter “please” at the end of his sentence

you’re frozen solid with your hand wrapped up in his, and if you were anyone else on that street, you might’ve taken a picture to save the movie-like moment

but this was real, you weren’t anyone else on the street, and he was really asking you on a date

“sure” you blurt, tone laced with disbelief that he’s even asked the question in the first place

honestly, you’re surprised you didn’t ask first

and then that familiar, tentative wonwoo comes back, and he shyly releases your hand and backs away a few inches, giving you space to breathe as he stutters “y-you don’t actually have to, i know that was super out of line and i probably made you really uncomfortable but i just-” 

“wonwoo, damn it, i wanna go out with you” you cut him off mid-spiel

wonwoo blanches as he looks up at you, and then he’s grinning wide, his own little laugh of disbelief falling from his lips as he looks around him like he isn’t sure if this is a dream or not

“oh... then i’ll text you?” he asks, shuffling back quietly

“you better, or i’ll kill you” you warn with a raised brow, and wonwoo nods quickly, nearly tripping over himself as he waves you goodbye and goes on his way, sparing your back a few fleeting glances over his shoulder as you keep your head tucked down, fighting the burn in your cheeks as you brush your fingers over your lips, the feel of his own seared into your memory

now!!!

dating wonwoo is a bit of push and pull

there are times where he steps out of his comfort zone, tries to be as suave and confident as possible

and then there are times when he just fumbles over himself like a pile of noodles

you see him, dangling between maturity and youth, wanting to provide for his family and wanting to be the best he can be for the people he loves, but also trying to find himself in the process

he’s kind of inexperienced in the whole dating thing bc he’s been out of the loop for a while, so sometimes his pick up lines don’t make sense, and sometimes he comes off a bit cheesy, but it’s all so endearing

whenever he gets the chance, he’ll take your camera off you and photograph you instead

you always go like no!!! don’t!! but in all actuality, seeing the blurry, out of frame photos of you are more adorable than anything

you print them out and hang them up in your studio, with scribbles on the back from wonwoo like “taken at the bakery. i ordered the strawberry cheese cake, smeared strawberry sauce on my nose and pretended to get a nose bleed from how gorgeous you are” or “taken at the bowling alley. you threw the ball too hard and made a hole in the wall”

he keeps these precious moments close to his heart <3

his camera roll is just filled with pics of you or the two of you together, and he does this really cute thing where he’ll randomly write down things he loves about you in a notebook and leave them as notes in random places for you to find

like he’ll shove one into your pocket while you’re out on a date, or he’ll tuck one under your pillow when he comes over to hang

and you always seem to find them when you need them

mingyu, wonwoo’s model friend, is perpetually your number 1 shipper ok

even tho he claims he saw wonwoo first and that he has no qualms fighting you for wonwoo’s love

he even added you two to a group chat once......once

mingyu: you’re probably wondering why i called you all here today

you: ???

wonwoo: mingyu what are you doing

jeonghan: while i’m here, do any of you know where chan went? i wanted to put him in some cute overalls for his shoot today but he ran off :((((

mingyu: y/n, wonwoo, what are we naming the kids

mingyu: i’ll be the first to offer the name “mingyu” for a boy and “mingyu” for a girl

y/n has left the group chat

wonwoo has left the group chat

jeonghan: i’m serious where is he 😡

the other models that wonwoo is friends with also love to tease him

for shoots that you don’t do, if wonwoo is being a bit unenthusiastic, his friend seungcheol will yell “just picture y/n giving you a kiss!!” and wonwoo smiles on instinct

damn you choi seungcheol, now he’s red as a tomato

and jeonghan and fellow stylists seungkwan and jun poke their fun d a i l y

jeonghan: hmmmm i wonder if y/n likes you in leather or lace

jun: leather, he has to keep up the emo bad boy act

seungkwan: or lace, because he’s a sweetie 😊 and his zodiac sign is a cancer and there’s no way the bad boy act is real

wonwoo is just??/ always suffering

but you make it bearable :)

you visit home with him for the first time and his family is so in love with you

they keep making remarks about how wonwoo should be prepared to marry you and set out a future for the both of you

and while wonwoo listens, you notice his light dulls a bit

so when you two leave that night, you take wonwoo’s hand in yours and rub it with your thumb, smiling, “wonwoo, i know what your parents said but... don’t feel like you’ve got to do something you’re not ready for. parents can be a bit dramatic. i’m content just being with you like this now”

and you don’t know how badly wonwoo needed to hear that

bc he’s always worried that you’re too good for him, that he’s way in over his head

even though he’s been modeling for a while now and has gotten somewhat used to the life, he still feels like the average, everyday college kid who was looking for a job in a mall, and it feels like just yesterday

he doesn’t see himself as anything more than his mother’s child and another guy

so sometimes... he feels the world he found you in is the world he has to stay in

but you remind him, in small reassurances and gentle touches, that he deserves you just as much as you deserve him

and that at the end of the day, it isn’t y/n, the talented photographer or wonwoo, the heart throb model

it’s y/n, the person who loves wonwoo and wonwoo, the person who loves y/n

and as long as you love him, he knows he’ll do anything to stay as the person who deserves you and the life he’s building with you