#i used to use it just like this to get the cat hair out of my carpets bc it was a hassle to use while it was running

[paarksunghoon]

resignation (5)

SUMMARY: For the last six years, you’ve dedicated your career to ensuring Park Sunghoon never misses a day of work in his life. But you’re tired of endless days that seem to blend together, and seeing him living his fun, luxurious lifestyle makes you think about what else you might be missing out on. When Sunghoon finds your resignation letter on his desk, he does everything in his power to convince you to stay.

NOTES: unrelated to this fic, trendwave sunghoon has me acting UP. but also when am i not when it comes to him…my bf fr

WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER: an incredible amount of sexual tension & fingering.

SERIES PLAYLIST + SERIES MASTERLIST

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The first thing you feel when you wake up is Sunghoon’s fingers brushing the hair from your eyes. The second is the warmth of his hand. 

It startles you to see him sitting on the edge of the bed and so close to you. He chuckles at your reaction and watches you gather yourself when you remember you awoke in his guest bedroom and not your own. 

“Good morning, sleepy head.” 

Even his morning voice sounds like Heaven with how deep and sultry it is. You blink the sleep away from your eyes and Sunghoon continues to cradle your face as you adjust to the morning light peeking through the window. 

“What time is it?”

“A little past six. How’d you sleep?” 

You nuzzle against his palm and close your eyes. You miss the way he smiles down at you. “Really well, actually. You rich people have this sleeping shit figured out.”

He caresses you again. “You snore like a little kitten.”

“I don’t snore.” 

“Yes, love. You do.” You ignore him, and you ignore the pet name. 

“We have to get to work, don’t we? I don’t have an extra outfit and I don’t feel like showing up in the clothes I wore yesterday.” 

“We’ll stop by your apartment before going to work.”

You make a face. “We’ll be late.”

“I’m the boss,” he says. “I can tell you when to come in.” 

“Oh? This is a first for you.” 

“You need to take care of Pochi too, don’t you?”

“Hm. You’re right. I do miss my cat.” 

Sunghoon bends down and kisses you like he’s done this a thousand times before. He’s slow with it, moving his lips in tandem with you until you’ve truly registered that he’s kissing you. It’s a new sensation. It’s weird, neither good nor bad, just different. Sunghoon’s breath is minty and when you pull away, you’re surprised when he lets out a small whine.

“I haven’t brushed my teeth,” you tell him when he leans in for another kiss. Your arms brace his shoulders and you try to keep him at bay. He doesn’t seem to care, though, and steals another kiss from you. 

“You think I care about that?” Another kiss. Your cheeks heat up. 

“I dunno. I haven’t done this in a while.”

“Kiss your boss and wake up in his arms?” 

You roll your eyes and sit up, pushing him away while he laughs. “Dumbass. I haven’t kissed anybody in a long time.” 

“You’re doing just fine.” 

Looking at him makes your heart race for more reasons than one. Sunghoon is absolutely gorgeous from this angle, especially when he’s wearing casual clothes and sporting hair that looks like it hasn’t been brushed. He looks painfully normal instead of the high-demanding businessman you know him to be. Sunghoon looks almost approachable like this. If the two of you met under different circumstances, you might’ve gathered the courage to ask him out. 

On the other hand, there aren’t many times you can say you’ve awoken in a man’s guest bedroom with gentle kisses being pressed upon your face. It’s the first time anybody has ever woken you up like this, and it took a great deal not to immediately panic and push him away. It’s scary how nice being doted on feels, and you’ve only gotten a little taste of it with Sunghoon kissing you as soon as you awoke. 

This feels different than what you’re used to. Typically, Pochi makes her way to your face and nuzzles her own between your neck, the outside construction prevents you from falling back asleep when you're able to sleep in, and you usually wake up alone. What you’re not used to, however, is Sunghoon looking at you like he’s got stars in his eyes. The idea that anybody could look at you like that is alarming and unfamiliar.

“We’ve got plenty of time,” he says before bending down to touch your lips with his. “I can hear that little brain of yours working so hard.”

“My brain isn’t little.” He smiles against your mouth and gives your lips a peck. 

“Mm. Definitely not. My smart girl. I can still hear you thinking, though.” Sunghoon’s hand touches your outer thigh and it sends a shiver up your body. 

“Oh yeah? What am I thinking about?”

“How we’ll be late if we don’t leave in thirty minutes. You’re probably thinking about what clothes you have left in your closet and if Pochi ate breakfast.” 

“…Am I that predictable?” 

Sunghoon shakes his head and moves his hand up your thigh. “I’d like to think I’ve picked up a thing or two after knowing you all these years. You’re not the only one who observes, you know.” 

“Hmph.”

“Relax for me, okay?” He brings his other hand up to your cheekbone and caresses that spot. “I’m not in a rush. We don’t have meetings or anything important on my docket today.”

“You looked at my calendar, didn’t you?” 

He grins. “Might’ve taken a peek. It’s connected to mine anyway.” 

Sunghoon’s blankets are keeping you warm and toasty, and his touch feels like you’re being lulled to sleep. You find yourself at odds with the idea that Sunghoon could convince you to relax at this hour, especially when you have to stop by your apartment before going into the office. It’s not like anyone would notice either. Sunghoon’s colleagues are in and out of the building all day, some of whom don’t show up until late morning or early afternoon on account of personal business. You aren’t worried about what other assistants might think either, as you’re the assistant who has been there the longest. With the hierarchy system in place, it’s more believable that you’re in business with Sunghoon than being in bed with him.

Yet, some part of you doesn’t like that you’re breaking the routine you’ve built over the years. You’ve never spent the night at anyone’s place, much less on a weekday, and you don’t enjoy the fact that you haven’t seen Pochi. 

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten my promise,” Sunghoon says, pulling you out of your cycle of thoughts. He’s perched on the side of the bed with his elbow resting comfortable on the pillows and you look at him quizzically.

“What promise?” 

The look he gives you is akin to the way he looked at you last night. Suddenly, the memory of his hard dick straining against his sweatpants comes to mind. You’ve been so distracted by Sunghoon’s lips and sweet talking that you nearly forgot about the way he felt in between your legs. Sure, the fabric of your clothes acted as a barrier, but nothing could ever hide the way his dick felt pressed right against your covered cunt. 

Sunghoon leans down close to your ear like he’s trying to tell you a secret. You feel his breath touch the shell of your ear and that alone is enough to make you squirm. He must know, and you can tell by the way Sunghoon digs his fingertips into your skin just a little.

“I told you I’d make you cum today. Will you let me?”

Your mouth runs dry. You look up at Sunghoon and there’s nothing humorous about the way he’s watching you. His eyes are a deep shade of brown that stare directly into yours like he’s trying to hold himself back from being too hasty. It’s almost alarming that he’s being so forward with you at this moment. There’s not a hint of shyness that you can detect, unlike how you feel with your heart beating too fast and your uneven breath. 

Would it be so bad to indulge yourself in his request? It’s not like you’re getting any action beyond the quiet of your bedroom or with the only vibrator you bought yourself after a short stint of bad sex. The fact that he’s your boss is out the window. You know what his dickprint feels like and you’ve practically memorized the way his lips feel when they’re pressed against yours. There shouldn’t be any harm in letting Sunghoon pleasure you when that’s all he seems to want. 

Sunghoon watches you spread your legs from underneath the covers and grins to himself. He helps push the comforter off just enough to expose your legs to him. 

“Can I take these off?” he asks, fingers removing themselves from your thigh to the waistband of the shorts you’re wearing. He traces the hem and you suck in your stomach at the feeling of his hand being so close to where you crave him the most. 

You consent quietly because of the intensity of his gaze. He looks like he’s moments away from devouring you whole, like a boa constrictor who’s locked eyes on its prey. The shorts come off and he tosses them behind him, and you try not to care that he’s haphazardly throwing clothes he’s taken off of your body to focus on the moment. 

Like an instinct, you close your legs when you realize you’re only wearing underwear. They’re plain black cotton, nothing exceptionally fancy since you didn’t plan on having anyone see them. Sunghoon doesn’t rush hastily. He slips his large, warm hand between your knees and slowly guides himself up your legs until your body starts to relax. 

He must feel how nervous you are. It has nothing to do with him and everything to do with the lack of intimacy you’ve received in the past couple of years. It’s like your body locks on itself at this foreign sensation of somebody else’s hand on your body, even if it’s consensual and yearned for. 

He doesn’t rush, nor does he immediately push his hand towards your covered cunt. Sunghoon bends down to capture your mouth in a slow kiss, his plump lips pushing against yours like he’s trying to talk to you with his body. You’re not sure what to focus on—how smooth his hands are or how wet your mouth is becoming—but it all feels so good. For somebody who is as touch deprived as you are, it feels like a million sensations all at once. 

Sunghoon moves up the expanse of your thigh when your body starts to relax against him. Whether it be the sound of your lips smacking echoing through the room or getting used to his hands, your legs start to part before him. Sunghoon doesn’t break the kiss like you think he will. His palm slides up your leg until the edge of his fingers barely brush against your panties, and that alone is enough to make you gasp against his lips. 

“Want me there?” he asks through the kiss. “Need me there?” 

You can barely pay attention to his words when his hand is hovering above you. Sunghoon’s fingers trace the outline of your covered cunt and his seductive caress makes you squirm and buck your hips with every passing touch. When you manage to nod, he rubs you with the pads of his finger. 

Sunghoon’s touch is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. It’s determined, almost like he’s got a mission he needs to complete. His fingers aren’t hesitant and scared to touch you like men from your past. Sunghoon’s touch is calculated and meaningful. He’s urgent about it, but unlike all the times you’ve had sex before, this doesn’t feel like he’s trying to get you off as quickly as possible before he gets his turn. 

Instead, it feels like Sunghoon might be as desperate as you are. He keeps a cool exterior for the most part and doesn’t allow others to see him let go of himself completely. You’ve been around him long enough to see cracks in his office persona, but Sunghoon maintains an air of professionalism when he’s not asking you to help him in his personal life, which doesn’t happen as often as people think it does. 

He brushes his thumb over your sensitive clit and it has your hips bucking by his touch. You’re embarrassed by how much he’s turning you on, and he hasn’t done anything yet. Are you that depraved? 

Before you know it, Sunghoon’s hand covers the entirety of your cunt. You marvel at how big his hands are and ask yourself why you’ve never noticed them before. He’s got his expensive black plated watch with silver accent on, the one he wears everyday without fail, and you tense. Something about Sunghoon’s accessory puts you in a frenzy. 

“You’re so worked up,” he says with a short laugh. “When’s the last time you relaxed?” 

“I don’t relax.” 

He tuts. “That’s your first problem. You don’t let go.” 

Well, it’s hard with so little time and too many obligations. Sunghoon probably knows it too, but that won’t stop him from reprimanding you for pushing yourself past your limit. 

“God, you’re so wet already. I can feel you through your panties.” His words nearly have you choking. Since when is Sunghoon bold like this? Is he like this with other girls, too?

Sunghoon pushes them aside and eyes your bare cunt. It makes you feel shy, which isn’t something you feel very often when you’re with him. But at this moment, you feel like you’re out to gain some kind of approval from him because he’s looking at it like he’s trying to inspect it. Knowing you didn’t prepare yourself for him to look at your naked lap makes you feel somewhat awkward and unprepared, but Sunghoon looks like he couldn’t care less. You pulsate around him and he groans quietly when he notices.

“That’s so good,” Sunghoon mutters as the tips of his fingers slide down your entrance, coating himself in your wet slick. The subtle intrusion makes your head spin. “Do you always get this wet?”

“W-Well, it’s been a long time since anyone touched me the way you are.” 

He grins. “Do your fingers not work?” 

“Sunghoon. This is so embarrassing.” You try to cover your face with a spare pillow, but he laughs and tosses it away from you.

“Surely my fingers will do the job. Yours are so much smaller and shorter than mine.” 

Sunghoon pushes his middle finger into you and stops when it’s half way inside. He watches you from where he sits and watches your breath hitch by how your chest has nearly stilled. 

You don’t protest nor push him away and he takes it as a sign to push his finger deeper. Sunghoon feels your smooth walls envelop him the more he maneuvers his finger in and out of your pussy, and you don’t know if you love or hate the way Sunghoon is smiling down at you. It’s like he knows he’s got you underneath his spell when he’s got you acting like this. 

“Doing so well,” Sunghoon mumbles, tongue licking the corners of his mouth as he salivates at the sight before him. His abdomen tenses and his dick swells in his pants. “Can’t believe you’ve been hiding her from me.” 

Your face warms up when he talks about your cunt like that. But it makes you gush even more, and it starts to splash onto Sunghoon’s wrist the more he thrusts into you. 

He adds another finger and cherishes the deep, loud moan that comes from deep within your chest. Your hands brace his free arm when he picks up the pace until the entire room sounds like plat plat plat. Sunghoon expertly curves his finger until he’s reaching parts of you that you’ve always thought to be unreachable. 

His forehead starts to sweat and his arm flexes. Every vein in his arm comes to your view and you feel yourself clenching around his fingers when you truly notice how well-built Sunghoon is. He’s got muscles and biceps that make you wonder what it would be like for him to pin you underneath his body. 

“Shit,” you curse. “C-Can’t believe you’re good at this.” 

He smiles wickedly. “I’m good at everything, aren’t I?” 

“Not good at checking your texts. Not good at that.” You yelp when Sunghoon thrusts his fingers inside of you at a faster speed. It’s pushing you towards your orgasm the more he moves.

“What was that?” he asks with his ear turned towards you as you gasp for air. “What did you say?”

“Not good at texting.” You manage to say it between harsh breaths but it seems to egg him on even more. Sunghoon pushes his hand harder against you until the heel of his palm rubs against your clit.

“Not good at texting? Who says I need to text you, anyway?”

“I do,” you choke, holding onto his arm as your nails dig crescents into his skin. “You need me.” 

“I need you?” His fingers don’t let up. You nod anyway.

“Brat,” Sunghoon mocks. “But you’re right. I do need you.” 

The way you clench around him makes him yearn to see you come undone like the beautiful mess he knows you can be. His hand aches from fingering you at lightning speed, but he’ll be damned if he stops now.

“Need you to cum more than anything,” he says while chuckling. “I need that.” 

Sunghoon says it halfway between desperation and with arrogance like he knows he’ll get what he wants. He knows you won’t fight him on it either because he knows how badly you want to cum. If not by the way you grip his body, then because you’ve mentioned how many times people have left you high and dry over the past few years. It seems unfair to edge you right now.

It doesn’t take much for you to crash. He stills his fingers when he realizes you’ve come to your orgasm, letting your hips rut against his palm as you chase your high. Coming undone before him is a beautiful sight to see and Sunghoon drinks in the way your hands move from his arm to the bedsheets underneath you. You try to grip onto them for stability as your hips grind against his hand while you finish on him. 

When your eyes open, the room has gotten significantly lighter from the sun peeking through the sheer curtains. Sunghoon has made you forget about the time. You push your head up and pucker your lips for a kiss. He gives into your request right away and gently rubs your aching cunt, pushing your panties where they belong before kissing and touching you slowly.  

“You’re so hot when you cum.”

“Bet you say that to all the girls,” you mutter against his kisses.

“Nuh uh. Just you.” 

“Mhm. I’ll believe that for now.” 

Sunghoon doesn’t get up until he’s sure you’ve returned to a state of consciousness and doesn’t leave your side until you sit up by yourself. He keeps his mouth attached to you while you steady your breath and find it in you not to feel completely mortified that you’ve allowed yourself to be vulnerable in front of him. He doesn’t seem to hear your racing thoughts when you’re kissing him, and you feel your worries ebbing away. You don’t think you’re ready to decipher why that is.

He brings a rag soaked with warm water and pries your legs open with little resistance. Sunghoon gently wipes your inner thigh and pulls your panties aside again, cleaning your cum from your skin. This makes you feel more self conscious compared to his fingers rooted deep inside of you, but you try not to look away. Sunghoon looks calm and focused, like he’s getting paid a lot of money to look after you. He spends a bit of time making sure you’re all cleaned up before throwing the rag in an empty hamper. 

“Let’s get going, hm?” Sunghoon says absentmindedly when you stand from the bed. He doesn’t make a fuss about his dick straining in his sweatpants and steps out of the room before you can even think about returning the favor. Sunghoon moves around his house like you’ve been there a million times before. 

“We still need to go to your place. Is there a café by your place that you like? We can stop for breakfast before heading into the office.” 

His nonchalance pleasantly surprises you. But you think you prefer his attentive care over being left alone in bed to deal with the aftermath of feeling alone once your partner has left the room. Sunghoon doesn’t leave until he’s sure you’re walking behind him.

It’s nice.

***

Nabi texts you just before you and Sunghoon leave his place to lets you know Pochi is back in your apartment with breakfast and a new bowl of water, and attached a cute video of Pochi jumping onto bee favorite spot on your couch. It makes you coo out loud, to which Sunghoon laughs at.

“You really love this cat, don’t you?”

“Pochi is my child, Sunghoon. Of course I love her.” 

“When did you adopt her?”

“The third year I worked for you.” You’re stuck between looking at him and the scenery outside as he drives to your apartment. “I was pretty lonely after a bunch of my friends moved away from Seoul. My little brother has always told me I resemble a cat growing up and suggested I get one.” 

“Sunoo, right?”

“Yeah. It’s funny though. When we were younger, our personalities were completely switched. I was the extrovert and he was the introvert. Seems like we changed over time.” 

“Why does he think you’re like a cat?”

“I don’t like being around people very much and it’s hard for me to open up to strangers. He jokes that I have to be the one to warm up to people before anyone can really get to know me.” 

“So, what, you need people to leave you alone before you decide you like them?”

You laugh. “Yeah, I guess so.” 

“That’s funny. I think I’d describe you as a lion.” 

“A lion?”

“Still a cat, just more powerful. You run the hell out of my inbox.” 

You roll your eyes. “Haha. So funny, Sunghoon.”

“I’m serious! You’re so good with meeting new people and getting them under your fold. I would’ve never assumed you don’t like being around people with how good you are at making connections.” 

“It’s for work, though. I turn on the charm because it’s good for business. At the end of the day, we all use each other just a little bit. In my personal life? I guess I can make a friend or two, but there’s never any time to meet new people.”

“This job eats you alive, doesn’t it? I feel the same way sometimes.” 

“It’s fun and it makes my week interesting. I’ll give it that.”

“It’s time for something new, huh?”

“Yeah. It is.”

Sunghoon swallows the unwanted feelings that creep into his mind. 

“How do I get your cat to like me?” he asks suddenly. 

“My cat?” 

“Yup. Who else?”

“Why do you want to get in her good graces?” 

“I don’t want to get mauled when I meet her for the first time.” 

You laugh. “You won’t get mauled, Sunghoon. She’s pretty shy and it takes her some time to get to know new people.” 

“Sounds just like you.” 

“Mhm. We’re twins.” 

“Seriously, though,” he says, glancing at you. “I’ve never been around cats much. My parents are dog people. How do I get a cat to like me and not spook them?” 

“Well, your best bet is to ignore their existence until they come up to you. They’re a hunting breed, you know. You shouldn’t make any sudden movements if you can help it. If you find yourself making eye contact with Pochi, blink slowly. It lets her know you aren’t a threat.” 

“Ignore your cat?”

“Foolproof way to get her to be okay with you in the room if I’m not there.” 

“It sounds like you’re trying to set me up.”

You gasp. “Why the hell would I do that?” 

“I don’t know!” Sunghoon says with humor. “Maybe you’re trying to get back at me for all the years we’ve worked together. You and Pochi could’ve made an alliance to kill me.” 

“Right,” you say sarcastically. “Me and my domesticated cat want to put a hit out on you, even though she’s a fraction of your size and I’m trying to help you find a new assistant.”

“Exactly. See? You’re following my logic.”

“You’re so stupid.” 

Sunghoon pulls up to your complex and parks his car on the street underneath a large tree. You make a split second decision and invite him up to your apartment so he doesn’t have to wait in the car and waste his gas by keeping the engine on to avoid sitting in the frigid air. He doesn’t make a joke like you think he will, especially since Sunghoon made you come an hour ago. Instead, he nods and follows you through the front door. 

The journey to your third floor apartment is nerve wracking. Is your apartment tidy enough? Is it clean? Is there any lingering dust that Sunghoon will notice? His house is far cleaner than your apartment will ever be, and while you pride yourself on keeping a tidy home, your two hands are no competition for the cleaning crew Sunghoon hires every week.

He seems excited enough. Sunghoon fills the silence by vocalizing his observations and particularly likes that your lobby has a state-of-the-art machine that can prepare coffee and espresso in various different ways. He likes that the mailroom is safeguarded by a touch key entrance and likes how the lobby is decorated. 

When the two of you arrive at your apartment, you hear Pochi meowing from the other side of the door. To your pleasure, your space isn’t as messy as you thought it might be, save for the throw blanket you forgot to fold after watching an episode of Castlevania. Pochi jumps down from the armrest and waddles her way to your feet when Sunghoon enters your apartment and closes the door behind him. 

You’re too busy locking the door and crouching down to sift your hand through her soft fur to notice Sunghoon surveilling your apartment like he’s in a museum. He sees your dark green couch and all of the decor you have in frames. The living room is far smaller than his, but he thinks it represents who you are perfectly. 

“I missed you, baby,” you say as Sunghoon looks down to where your body is and takes off his shoes one by one while Pochi rubs her small body against your ankles. You’re cute when you talk like that. 

“Why’d you name her ‘Pochi’?” he asks when you make your way deeper inside of your apartment. He watches you throw your jacket on the back of the couch while Pochi follows and climbs up the piece of furniture to get closer to you. 

“Pochi means ‘spot’ in Japanese,” you tell him. “You see these spots on her ears? I thought she looked so cute and unique when I saw her at the animal shelter. We bonded pretty quickly and I would always kiss both of her ears when we were first getting to know each other. She gets annoyed if I don’t kiss both of them and only one.”

“Really?” 

“Mhm. Watch.” 

Your lips come to touch her ear. You pull back soon after and Sunghoon watches Pochi sit back and watch you with the other side of her head like she’s waiting for the other kiss. When you don’t move to complete the routine, Pochi meows until you relent and kiss her other ear too. 

“She’s so cute. Pochi might as well be my daughter with how well she listens to me.” 

“You’d look cute with a girl.”

You look at Sunghoon, bewildered. 

“You’re certifiably crazy, Park Sunghoon.” 

He just shrugs. “I’m just saying.” 

“Yeah, yeah. Let me change my clothes and put some makeup on, then we can head out. Make yourself at home. It shouldn't be more than ten minutes.” 

When you disappear, Sunghoon hears the faint click of your bedroom door and walks to your couch to sit. He can hear you walking in your room in the dead silence of the morning when Pochi looks at him like she’s trying to figure out if he’s a threat or not. He follows your instructions when she tilts her head and looks away from her. 

Sunghoon notices pictures that line your fireplace. He doesn’t recognize anybody except for you, but adores the way he can see how much you’ve grown up. There are pictures of you and your childhood friends together, one of you he assumes is on vacation, and a few of you and your college friends littered throughout your space. It makes him realize there’s more to you than meets the eye, and for as long as he’s known you, Sunghoon gets the feeling he’s only scratched the surface.

He also tries not to think about the fact that his hands know what you feel like. Flashes of the early morning run through his mind. He loves the way you sound when you’re about to climax and had to keep himself in check before he made any rash decisions that the two of you would later regret. Sunghoon shifts in his seat and does his best to will his yearning because the last thing he wants is to sport a boner around Pochi, just for you to walk out and see him like that. What would you think of him then?

From the corner of Sunghoon’s eye, he sees Pochi grooming herself and tries to blink slowly when she makes eye contact with him. He feels silly and looks away when he starts to laugh at himself. In all of his years working with you, Sunghoon never thought he’d be playing nice with your cat. 

You emerge from your bedroom looking polished, and Sunghoon is impressed you were able to pull yourself together in fifteen minutes.  

“How do I look? Presentable enough?”

His eyes glance up and down your body. 

“Stunning as ever.” 

“Be serious, Sunghoon.” 

He walks to you and puts both of his hands on your hips, dragging them down to your waist before pulling your body flush against his.

“I’m serious. So gorgeous.” 

He learns in and slots his lips between yours, gently holding your body against himself. You get lost in it too, recalling the way Sunghoon’s fingers felt inside of you as he squeezes your body. The familiar ache emerges before you can even think about it, and you find yourself clenching against absolutely nothing. You think you’re somewhere between desperate and pathetic at this point, but Sunghoon can’t see or feel you down there for you to give a shit. 

“We should get breakfast,” you mumble against his mouth. 

“We should.” He doesn’t stop kissing you and your hands come to gently grip the lapel of his suit jacket. 

“There’s a place around the corner. Killer croissants and good espresso.” 

“Mhm.” Sunghoon pulls your arms away from his body to turn you around and press your ass right against his crotch, effectively caging you against his body while his lips litter short kisses down your neck. “Could eat you for breakfast, though.”

The moan that escapes your throat makes you feel embarrassed, but it makes Sunghoon’s pride swell. 

“W-Work,” you choke out as Sunghoon’s hand touches you above your work trousers. His fingers make out the ridges of your folds and slots his index finger between them. “We need to get to work.” 

“You’re no fun.” Sunghoon pouts and lets you go, but not without giving your cheek a kiss. 

“You are such a fucking menace,” you say as you scold him. “In front of Pochi too?” 

“She wasn’t even looking. Relax.” 

You look and find that Pochi is indeed nowhere to be found. She’s perched on the windowsill behind your curtain and you breathe a short sigh of relief. 

“Did you make nice with her?” 

“I ignored her, if that’s what you’re asking.” 

“Good,” you say with a definite nod. “She’ll like you in no time.” 

“I’m not so sure about that? It feels counterintuitive to ignore an animal if you want them to get to like you.”

“Cats and dogs are different, though.” You unlock your door and slip your shoes on at the same time after you’ve double checked that everything you need is in your work bag. “Dogs need love and affection all the time. Cats pick and choose when they want to receive it.” 

“Is that why your brother calls you a cat? Because you’re picky about all the people you let into your life?” 

He follows you out and watches you lock the door. 

“Mhm. I wouldn’t have let you touch me if I didn’t want you to.” 

“Is that so?” 

“Don’t think you’re special just because you’re my boss, Park. Keep up.”

“Oh, I intend to.”

***

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[kxsagi]

ITS FINALLY MAY 1ST!!!!

i’m back and ready to request >:3

how about a oneshot with sae itoshi with a reader who’s like a cat. the reader wants to always be around him, on his lap, biting his cheeks to annoy him, always asking to be carried, hisses at him, getting head pats, and just taking care of the reader in general. sae really loves this cause he loves having the reader depend on him, he loves taking care of her

tyty in advance sorry if it’s complicated

“𝐜𝐚𝐭-𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐝”

a/n: this is my first time writing this kind of thing so i apologize if it’s not the best or what you want 😭

you stretch your arms out like a lazy housecat as sae opens the door for you to his apartment, immediately greeting him with a humming sound that makes him snort. before he can even close the door, you’ve already dropped your bag and thrown yourself onto the couch, curling up like it's your designated nap spot. it basically is. his whole apartment basically is. 

he doesn't even ask. he just walks over, scoops you up in one smooth motion like he’s cradling a giant cat, and you immediately nuzzle into his neck with a satisfied sigh. 

"you're so clingy," he mutters, but his voice is soft, amused. affectionate. 

"mm, carry me to the kitchen?" you mumble into his sweater, ignoring him completely. "i'm hungry. i want strawberries." 

"you have legs." 

"i have you," you say with a sly smirk. 

he rolls his eyes, but the smile tugging at the corner of his lips betrays him. you don’t see it, but you can feel it in the way his arms tighten around you just a little. 

he rests you onto the counter like a cat who refuses to use the floor. you sit cross-legged, swinging your feet, watching him open the fridge with a focused little squint. 

"where’d you hide them," he murmurs. 

"bottom drawer. your strawberries are in the top drawer. mine are in the pink tupperware." 

he pauses and looks back at you. "... and why do you have your own strawberry stash?" 

you grin, flashing teeth. "because yours suck." 

sae raises an eyebrow. he says nothing. he simply grabs the pink tupperware and pops one in your mouth. 

you purr. literally. a little humming noise with your eyes closed. he chuckles under his breath. 

"spoiled," he says. 

"mhm." 

later, you’re draped across his lap like you own it, because, well, you do. he’s scrolling on his phone with one hand and running the other through your hair like it's muscle memory. 

your tail, if you had one, would be swishing. 

his legs are warm, and his fingers are heaven on your scalp, and you’re so comfy and so at peace until – "hey," you say, poking his cheek with your finger. 

he hums in response. 

"look at me." 

"i’m literally looking at you all day," he says flatly, not looking at you. 

"sae." 

he finally glances down at you, bored but tolerant. 

you lean up and bite his cheek. lightly. enough to annoy, not enough to injure. then you retreat, smug. 

"the hell was that," he deadpans. 

"you weren’t paying attention to me." 

he grabs your chin with one hand, squishing your cheeks. "is this how you protest now?" 

"head pats or no more cuddles," you mumble through the squish. 

he stares. then leans down and kisses your squished face anyway. "idiot." 

it doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep in his lap shortly after, curled up like a tiny menace with your face smushed against his hoodie. and he just… lets you. 

he doesn’t shift. he doesn’t move. he even puts his phone down after a while just to gently scratch your head and stare at you – messy-haired, face relaxed, mouth slightly open. like the world's clingiest, neediest cat. 

and the thing is… he likes it. 

no, loves it. 

he loves that you always crawl into his bed like it’s yours. he loves that you make those bratty little hissing noises when he teases you. he loves that you need him to carry you, feed you, pet you, love you. 

because he does. 

he loves taking care of you. 

and maybe you’re clingy and needy and half-feral, but he’s never been the type to care for ordinary things. 

so he strokes your hair again, sighs quietly, and whispers into your ear: "you’re my favorite stray." 

you smile in your sleep. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Epel Felmier: An Apple a Day

… Looking at Epel always makes me hungry cuz I inevitably think of apples 🍎 It doesn't help that his pjs remind me of autumn, the season of bountiful harvest (and therefore tons of food).

Rise and Shine!

“You’ve not risen, Epel?”

One of his roommates asked this from the doorway. His voice, posh and flighty, like some raven flapping away once it was caught guiltily nibbling on the harvest. The mob student was all styled and sleek, having woken up at the crack of dawn—before the roosters back home were awake to crow—to complete his meticulous 20-step skincare routine, gel his hair, iron his uniform, and apply makeup while primping in front of a mirror for no less than 30 minutes.

Four freshmen to the room, and all three of his roommates were like that.

Epel was still in bed. He groaned as he flopped onto his side, sounding like a cross between a donkey with a stomachache and cat hissing at a stranger. Lilac strands stuck up in clumps, resembling a bale of hay moreso than a cap of hair, gunk rimmed his large eyes, and drool crusted the corners of his mouth.

His roommate’s brows shot up. “Oh dear. You’re not presentable whatsoever.”

‘S whatever, worry ‘about yerself, Epel was about to sling back—but he caught himself in time and bit it back. He couldn’t risk being reported to Vil for unruly behavior, not today.

“I’ll be alright. I just need a little extra time to wake myself up,” he insisted, his voice small and soft in the morning, as delicate as the dew drops upon glades of grass.

“You shouldn’t dawdle then,” the mob student said. “It’s rude to keep your guest waiting.”

“My… guest?” The fog of drowsiness immediately cleared from Epel’s head. An exclamation was out before he would wrangle it back in. “Shoot!!”

He bolted up and crammed his feet into a pair of slippers. Epel had stumbled halfway to the door before he remembered his unmade bed. A blanket was hastily thrown over his mattress, the pillows arranged in a row.

Then Epel rushed to greet you, plucking two apples from one of the several large boxes stacked in one corner of his room. (Shipments from Harveston, courtesy of his family.) Using the frilled hem of his pajama shirt, he polished the fruits until they gleamed like garnets.

“Good morning, Epel!” you called out to him as he approached.

“Mornin’,” he replied, adopting what he hoped was a standoffish tone. His voice was still groggy from the night, and he liked that this made him sound gravely and gruff.

Epel inclined by the shoulder, leaning on the doorframe at a slant. This was, he had determined (after weeks of observing his club captain’s lazy yet graceful posture), the “manly” way to stand. Tough, devil-may-care. And, most importantly, cool.

“… Did you just get up?” you asked, gesturing to his bedhead. “Is now a bad time?”

“Nah.” Epel shrugged. He winced at himself, at how easily he slipped back into his usual sound—something softer, lighter, like a dessert full of air pockets. (He made sure clear his throat and force the rest of his breath down, deepening his voice.) “I was about to have breakfast.”

Epel offered an apple, which you happily held out your hands to accept. He tossed it to you. “Catch!”

“You know what they say. An apple a day…”

“… keeps the dorm leader away,” you finished with a laugh, catching it. The apple, you noticed, wasn't quite round, but rather was heart-shaped, with patches of blushing peach and gold--as though he were handing his own heart, ripening with first love, to you. “Thanks.”

He shrugged, acting as if it wasn’t a big deal (it wasn’t) or that he couldn’t care less (false). Epel bit into his own apple, sweet white flesh bursting upon his tongue. A trail of juice dribbled down his chin.

It was then that Epel became acutely aware of the blob in the corner of his vision—the hovering roommate. Eyes sparkling, the mob student covered his mouth and quietly squealed.

“Oh my, Epel!! I had no idea that you were… with them…” Their gaze darted to you, then back to Epel.

“N-No, ‘s not like thatfh,” he said quickly (through a mouthful of apple, which he was certain he’d get a scolding for later).

"I'll give you two some privacy," the mob student replied, ignoring him. "Toodles!"

Before Epel could utter another protest, his roommate had already past him. By the afternoon, word would travel the glittering corridors of Pomefiore, and they'd all be gossiping about it.

"... Vil's so totally gonna kick m'ass for this," Epel grumbled, finally letting his hometown accent--thick like honey and barbed--free.

"He'd kick your ass for saying ass too," you pointed out, fighting a grin.

"Well, what'm I supp'sed ta call it?!" Epel rolled his eyes. "Posterior? Bottom? Rump?!"

A laugh bubbled up from you. Reaching out, you flicked at the bush of tangled lavender that was his hair. "You really should get ready for class if you don't want Vil to kick your rump."

"Yeah, probably." He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, leaving his skin there sticky. "... Hold my apple for me?"

You smiled. "Always."

[loveesiren]

𝖫𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗒

Kwon Jiyong x fem!reader

a/n: Hiiii, was yapping with friends about funky lil sicknesses we had as children and I remembered the time I got lice when I was like 7 so I wrote this lol. Wanted to give you guys something while I move and work on CMH! Just silly, enjoy <3

warnings: fluff, lice??

wc: 2.1k+

Being a teacher was the most rewarding part of your life. You spent your days wrapped in patterned skirts and cardigan sweaters, hiding math problems beneath glittery worksheets and storytime. You smelled like markers and juice boxes, and your fingernails were always tinted faintly with dry-erase ink. But you loved it—nurturing young minds, celebrating their little victories, feeding them knowledge that would help shape the future.

And when you came home, you didn’t have to be the adult anymore. Not with Jiyong. In his arms, you got to be the kid. He’d pull you into his lap while a movie played, brush your hair out of your face, feed you bites of his cooking with chopsticks, and whisper silly things in your ear like “I love you more than ramen and music.” He made the world soft.

But tonight, your soft routine flew out the window.

“JIYONG, AHHHHHHHH!”

The sound of your scream echoed through the house like a murder had just occurred.

Jiyong dropped his freshly scooped bowl of ice cream straight into the sink, the spoon clanging loudly as he sprinted down the hallway—barefoot, breathless, wearing nothing but black boxers.

He skidded past the bathroom before stumbling back with wild eyes. “Baby?! Are you okay?! What happened?!”

You stood in front of the mirror, hair a tangled mess, eyes watery with panic. Your lips quivered.

“There are bugs in my hair…” you whispered in horror, your voice cracking as you reached up to point at your scalp. “Bugs, Ji!”

Jiyong blinked, stepping closer as he gently tilted your head to the side, brushing your hair apart with careful fingers.

He squinted, then chuckled softly. “Ah… Jagiya, you’ve got lice.”

“WHAT?!” you shrieked, flailing like the word itself physically stung. “NO. NO, NO, NO—EW! GET THEM OUT! GET THEM OUT!”

Jiyong winced and the cats darted through the hallway in terror. He leaned in toward the mirror to check his own hair, muttering under his breath, “Shit… I probably have them too…”

Sure enough, he found a tiny bug crawling leisurely through his orange strands. He plucked it with a grimace and crushed it between his fingers, holding it up for you to see like a trophy.

“Confirmed,” he said with a grin. “We’re infested.”

“Jiyong!” you wailed, stomping your foot. “Why are you SMILING?! This is a crisis!!”

He laughed and tried to pull you into his side, but you smacked his shoulder hard enough to make him stumble. “Get. Them. Out. Of. My. Hair!”

“I mean… we could just shave it all off.” His tone was too casual.

You froze. Then burst into tears.

“BABY! I’m kidding!” he gasped, eyes wide as he pulled you into a hug. “Oh my god, don’t cry—I swear I’m joking!”

You sobbed into his chest, smacking him again through your tears. “You’re an asshole, Jiyong…”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, holding you tight even as you sniffled dramatically. “I know, babe. I know. But I promise—I’ll get rid of them. Every last one. We’ll nuke this whole place if we have to.”

You sniffed again. “Even the pillows?”

“Especially the pillows.” He kissed your temple. “Nobody fucks with my girl’s hair and lives.”

-

Jiyong had stuffed all of his hair into an oversized beanie and made the walk of shame to the corner bodega. He paced the aisles, grabbing tea tree oil, medicated shampoo, a steel-toothed lice comb that looked like a medieval torture device, and—because he knew you—your favorite snacks: a king-sized pack of sour candies, ramen, and a bottle of strawberry milk.

When he got home, the sound of your disgusted groans echoed from the bathroom.

He peeked in to find you hunched over the sink, using tweezers like surgical tools, picking through your hair and making dramatic gagging sounds with each bug discovery.

“Oh my god, they’re multiplying,” you whispered, horrified.

Jiyong tried not to laugh. “Jagiya, get in the bath,” he said gently, walking barefoot across the tile and kneeling beside the tub. He twisted the knobs and let the water run warm before pouring in a mountain of lavender bubble bath like it could somehow cleanse the trauma. It smelled like serenity.

“Ji, this is so disgusting,” you groaned, still inspecting your scalp like you were reading a bad Yelp review. “How the hell did this happen?”

“You spend every day surrounded by tiny humans who wipe their noses on their sleeves and forget what personal space is,” he said, matter-of-factly. “This was an ambush waiting to happen.”

You were too busy huffing at your reflection to notice him pulling your pajama top over your head.

“I’m infested,” you muttered.

“And still hot,” Jiyong said, grinning as he lifted you off the ground. You yelped and clung to his neck, but he just carried you over to the tub like you weighed nothing, gently placing you into the warm, bubbling water.

“I’m gonna throw the sheets in the wash and burn everything we own,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Be right back. Don’t go falling in love with another lice-removal specialist while I’m gone.”

You sank into the bath with a deep sigh, the lavender lulling your nerves and making the whole bug-invasion feel a little less apocalyptic. You grabbed your phone and, sure enough, saw an email from school.

Subject: Lice Protocol.

School was closed for the next few days for ‘decontamination.’ You almost cried with relief.

“Babe!” you called.

“What’s up?” Jiyong reappeared in the doorway, now shirtless and smug with his laundry triumph.

“School’s shutting down for a few days. Full-on lice outbreak.”

His eyebrows raised. “So you're telling me… I get you all to myself?”

He stripped off his pants and boxers and stepped into the bath, the bubbles reaching his hips as he sat behind you and pulled you against his chest like a human pillow.

“That means no grading, no early alarms…” he whispered. “Just you, me, and our parasite roommates.”

“Ew, don’t say that!” you grimaced, leaning away. “Don’t kiss me. There are bugs in my hair.”

“There are bugs in my hair too,” he replied, tugging you back into him like you hadn’t just declared a biohazard.

You whined. “Get them out. Please.”

“I got you, baby.” He lathered a palmful of the tea tree shampoo and began working it into your scalp with slow, deliberate fingers. You practically melted under his touch.

“This part’s kind of nice,” you admitted, eyes fluttering shut as his thumbs traced behind your ears.

Jiyong took his sweet time, scrubbing with love and then styling your soapy hair into ridiculous peaks and shapes—one moment a unicorn horn, the next a slicked-back mob boss look. “I call this one ‘Bugsy Malone.’”

You snorted. “You’re such a freak. Okay, my turn.” You scooted around in the tub, grabbed the shampoo, and lathered it into his hair, scratching gently at his scalp while he hummed happily.

Once both of your heads were foaming like cappuccinos, you sat back and giggled, flicking water at each other until the walls were wet and the bubbles overflowed.

“Thanks for always being the best,” you said softly, giving him a shy smile. “Are you sure you’re not mad that I gave you lice?”

Jiyong grinned. “Baby, you work with kids. I knew this day would come.”

You rolled your eyes. “Still…”

He kissed your nose. “You’re the best teacher I know. And someday you’re gonna be an amazing mom. And then we’ll probably get lice again.”

“Gross!” You splashed him and he laughed, water flying everywhere.

When the shampoo had done its job, you turned on the shower and let the warm stream wash away the tea tree suds and the tiny demons in your hair.

-

Jiyong sat cross-legged on the bathroom floor, the tiny metal lice comb in one hand and a determined expression on his face like he was defusing a bomb. You sat in front of him wrapped in a towel, head bowed slightly as he methodically dragged the fine teeth of the comb through your damp strands.

“Hold still, baby,” he murmured, gently parting your hair with his fingers, his brows furrowed with surgeon-level focus. “We’re almost done.”

Each time he wiped the comb on a tissue, your stomach twisted a little—another tiny, defeated bug removed, a new wave of ick crawling down your spine.

“You’re way too calm about this,” you muttered, shivering slightly.

“That’s because if I scream, we both scream, and I’ve seen enough horror movies to know that never ends well,” he replied, grinning. “Besides, I’m saving your beautiful scalp. I’m basically a hero.”

Once he was finally satisfied that your head was pest-free, it was your turn. You took the comb from his hand and gestured for him to sit between your legs.

“Alright, oppa. Time to return the favor.”

He groaned dramatically, flopping down like he was a soldier going into battle. “Be gentle. My scalp is sensitive. Like my soul.”

“Drama queen,” you teased, running the comb gently through his thick hair, being extra careful not to tug too hard. His hair was soft and dense, and you marveled for a second at how much time he clearly spent taking care of it. You were going to make sure no bug ever dared lay eggs here again.

Once the two of you had finished the comb-through and double-checked each other's heads under the harsh bathroom light, you applied what had to be half the bottle of tea tree oil to your hair—“for good measure,” you said as Jiyong watched with both concern and admiration.

“You’re gonna smell like a Christmas candle for a week,” he joked.

“Better than smelling like lice and trauma,” you shot back.

You rummaged through his bathroom drawers like a woman possessed until you triumphantly held up two packs of wrinkled plastic shower caps he’d swiped from a hotel. “Victory!”

Jiyong raised an eyebrow. “You’re not actually—”

“You bet your ass I am. This is war.”

You forced the cap onto your oil-slicked hair and handed him another. “Put it on.”

He looked at it like it might bite him. “It’s giving ‘old lady at the spa.’”

“It’s giving ‘lice prevention protocol.’ Cap up, lover boy.”

Grumbling under his breath, he shoved his hair under the plastic dome. It puffed up around his head like a deflated balloon. “Happy now?”

You grinned. “So happy.”

The two of you climbed into bed with your heads crinkling like chip bags every time you moved. The cats, Iye and Zoa, sat at the foot of the bed, staring at you both like you’d completely lost it. Their eyes followed the rustling sounds like they were watching prey.

“Jagi… how long must we wear these?” Jiyong whispered. “Zoa’s giving me serial killer eyes. I think she’s about to pounce.”

“We have to sleep like this,” you whispered back. “We have to make sure every last bug is dead. This is serious.”

The night was anything but peaceful. Every toss and turn brought a chorus of crinkles. The cats took turns swatting at your heads. You woke up at 3:17 a.m. to Jiyong muttering “I swear to god, this cat’s trying to murder me.”

By 5 a.m., you’d both had enough.

Groggy, delirious, and running on zero good sleep, you dragged yourselves back into the bathroom. You stood under the warm spray of the shower, heads bowed like you were performing some kind of sleep-deprived exorcism. You washed each other wordlessly, hands moving lazily as steam filled the room.

Jiyong rubbed shampoo into your hair one last time, checking every section as if he was going for a medical license in Liceology. You did the same for him, and when you found nothing, you both exhaled like you'd finished a marathon.

You toweled off and sat on the edge of the bed, drying your hair while Jiyong ran a hand through his now lice-free mane, sighing in deep satisfaction.

“You know…” he said, stretching his arms above his head with a yawn, “school’s closed. I don’t have to work either. We’ve got the whole day to ourselves.”

You smirked, squeezing the towel tighter around your hair as you stepped closer. “Oh yeah? What are you thinking?”

His lips curled into a familiar cocky grin. He reached for you, his hands finding their way to your bare hips before sliding lower. “I was thinking…”

You leaned in, hopeful. He leaned in closer, his voice low and teasing.

“…we rot on the couch and order five kinds of takeout.”

You burst into laughter. “Jiyong!”

“What?” he laughed, pulling you into a warm embrace. “We earned it. We fought lice. We deserve snacks and K-dramas.”

You reached up and kissed him deeply, lingering as your fingers tangled in his clean, soft hair.

“Sounds perfect,” you whispered against his lips.

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[ohbuckysmetalarm]

Thunderbolts* Headcanons

Finally back with some content! Thunderbolts* has me hyped for Marvel and really got my creativity flowing for some fics. I’m hoping to be more active now, but my schedule is pretty busy this summer with writing and directing short films, but I will make time for fics because I enjoy writing them!! :)

If you have not watched Thunderbolts* then do not read because it does contain big spoilers for the film. Bonus: three angsty headcanons under the “💔💔💔”.

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol consumption/getting drunk, Angst, SPOILERS FOR THUNDERBOLTS*.

Word count: 587

- In the beginning Bucky would (attempt) to cook for the team, but he was so bad that John and Yelena took over.

- Bucky found a cat (Alpine) and brought her to the compound. He told the team it’s to keep Bob company while they’re on missions, but he loves her.

- Follow up on that: once Bucky finds out how to use his phone camera (Yelena and Ava taught him) he takes at least ten photos of Alpine everyday.

- Alexei tells stories a lot and the team listens even though they’re usually complete lies (Bob believes them).

- Bucky and Yelena split leadership 50/50. Unless one of them is having a really bad day, then the other takes over (they usually don’t even have to say anything, the other just knows when the other needs to step back).

- Yelena and Ava definitely tease John a lot, especially about the beret.

- Bucky takes the team to his favourite spots in New York City when they have free time.

- Bob, Yelena and Bucky are the ones who have the most trouble sleeping and when they can’t they stay up late and play board games together.

- Ava and Yelena are the ones who convinced Bucky to start styling his hair.

- John is the one to keep everyone perfectly on schedule.

- Alexei texts in all caps and nobody corrects him.

- If Bob can’t sleep and everyone else is then he watches cartoons until he falls asleep (of course, he doesn’t admit that to anyone).

- John texts the group chat the most (usually memes).

- Bucky will tell really good jokes but uses the most serious tone, so the team doesn’t know if he’s actually joking.

- One time Ava accidentally scared everyone by walking out of the walls and now she does it all the time.

- Ava buys the best snacks.

- John and Ava argue during board games.

- Bob is scared of the dark because he’s afraid that The Void will take over again, Bucky is the first to notice and bought him way too many night lights the next day because he didn’t know which one to get.

- Alexei is usually the one to get the team to spend time together.

- Ava tries to have staring contests with Bucky, but always loses.

- Bob loves frappes. Bucky thinks they’re childish, so Bob makes him try one. Bucky loves them, but won’t admit it.

- Playing off of that, Yelena and Bucky stay up late to strategise before missions and Bucky gets them frappes. (“What? Bob loves them, so I thought you’d like them, too. Doesn’t mean I like them.”)

- Bucky makes sure everyone’s taken care of after missions. Yelena tries to push him away, but he won’t let her.

- Alexei secretly runs an Avengers fanpage.

- John definitely thinks he’s everyone’s favourite.

- Bucky plays 40s music throughout the Tower when it rains.

- Alexei lives for long, dramatic speeches. Sometimes he’ll convince Bucky to give a speech, but ends up taking over.

- John will randomly announce devastating news headlines he reads.

- Bucky calls TikTok “tic tac” and memes “mee-mees”. When someone corrects him he just looks at them and says “that’s what I said.”

💔💔💔

- Bucky is very protective over the whole team because he sees himself in all of them and he wants to make up for not being able to protect himself.

- Bob does the chores around the Tower so he doesn’t feel like a burden.

- Sometimes Yelena gets drunk after failed missions until she passes out and Bob sits with her to watch over her.

[punkeropercyjackson]

hey hey just out of curiosity what are all your Percy Jackson hcs? (Gender, sexuality, and otherwise)

Percy's full name is Perseo Isadore Jackson.Perseus dosen't roll off the tongue in spanish and Isadore is both a greek name and a black name

Multietchnic but monoracial.Poseidon is a black greek,Sally is a second gen dominican inmigrant with two black parents and Percy considers himself american out of New Yorker pride

He's darkskinned with a blue undertone that glows in the moonlight,really strong and regal facial features and such afrotextured hair it can't be silkpressed thanks to a literal black god for a dad.He was on the scrawny side in Tlt from being underfed(blame Smelly Gabe restricting Sally's african/latina diaspora mom urge to stuff her kids beyond full) but chunked up as the series went on as visual character development and a healing journey.By his twenties,he's got a dad bod and he's been hairy his whole life and dosen't even own a razor and he's 6'4 and he's more gruff yet sweet dad-shaped than ever

He's actually not adhd-He's audhd.The autism is undiagnosed due to higher stigma around it than adhd and he was called the r slur a lot growing up,hence why he repeated it so easily and so defensively to defend Tyson when he was called one in Som(speaking of which........i think we all know in-charactely and realistically he would've stood by him after he was claimed.It is Percyish in prostect though he was perfectly okay with Tyson when he thought he just had Down Syndrome but got grossed out when he found out he's a monster.Reverse ableism).Blue food is his safe food,Riptide is a comfort item,he wears loose clothes as he needs room to breath,his special interests are blue,kidcore,anarchy,child care,the sea,cats,video games,the Superfam and energy drinks,half the time he's standing it's in raptor hands,he meows as his main vocal stim and when he was nine,Sally intended to enroll him to a Special ED School but he overheard her on a phone call with the staff and melted down so hard she never brought it up again.They both regret it to this day and wonder what could've been

He also has bpd and bipolar disorder to go with the ptsd(he's still dyslexic too,dw).I've been considering schizophrenic Percy too for a friend of mine who's schizophrenic and headcanons it on love towards Percy and reclaiming it from Dark Percy hoes turning him into a demonized stereotype of her disorder

Transfem bigender.Masc Percy isn't real,in the books she never shows any liking towards masculinity and manhood and she gives me big time femme vibes.Her pronouns are he/she/they and a hoard of Percycore neos(blue/cookie/lego/dude/paw/scale/meow/sparkle/pix/wave/stitch)and she looks perfectly androgynous through a mix of natural genderqueer swag and only bits of physical transition i.e she was on estrogen for a while but decided to not get any surgeries.Her presentation is only feminine but she likes masc terms almost as much as fem terms and hates being seen as just a feminine guy rather than a feminine guy who's also a feminine girl.Call her a f*mboy and she'll drown you on land.She's bidemi too and fw's queerplatonic dating

Her aesthetics and subcultures are afropunk,solarpunk,kidcore,mermaidcore and black indie.Meaning she dresses punk but like irl punks and not the posers on tv created by normies on deliberate innacuracy,in earthy black girl styles but almost exclusively using blue clothes,wears things like decora-y pastel/girly y2k fits,mermaid inspired and sea based clothing items and outfits you'd see on manic pixie dream girls denifers.Waterproof glitter is a Percy trademark and so is somehow black lipgloss and she only wears revealing clothes if it's an alt thing,including swimsuits.She had different hair per book too:Baby breads(tlt),wicks(ttc),twists(tlo),an afro turned into dreads with muscle memory during the climax and added sea material diy'd beads in the next book(som and moa),locs from growing so long she needed to switch(post-Hoo)and dying yellow,aqua,pink and purple streaks in them(egg crack at nineteen).Percy's piercings are a standard double eyebrow piercing,a spider bite,forward helix on both ears and a tongue ring and were done at home

On Percy's twelfth birthday,Sally bought her a blue nintendo ds she saved up for for months as a complete surprise and it was Percy's only console for the longest time so she used and cherished it greatly and hunted down obscure cartridges for it and stacked it in personalization.Nowadays she has a tamagotchi collection and her own at home gaming setup but she still has her precious first gamer device tucked away in her closet and breaks it out when she's feeling extra sad or wants to be sappy with someone important to her

Her favorite music genres are post-hardcore,nu-metal,lo-fi chiptunes,rap and bedroom rock.Her favorite blue flavors are blue velvet,bubblegum and cookie monster.Her favorite sea animal is sharks and she also hates dolphins.Her favorite disney princess,male character,movie and show are Cinderella 1997/Brandy Cinderella,a tie between Oswald The Lucky Rabbit and Max Goof,Big Hero 6 and Phineas and Ferb but she actually hates Ariel,Eric and The Little Mermaid as a whole and finds Finding Nemo an overrated cornfest and the constant in-universe jokes and assumptions aimed at her over them are the root along with them just not appealing to her.Her favorite superhero is Clark Kent and she never watched Mcu movies as a kid as she was too busy reading comics she bought at the local comic book shop near La Residencia Jackson and thinks Bruce Wayne is a chump and sometimes went on forums to spite oldhead poser comics nerds with citations and facts and she owns a mountain of squishmallows that include some scattered dc and marvel heroes and Starfire half defined her taste in women,the other half of that honor going to Brandy Cinderella(she had Cinderella 1997 on DVD too!!).Her favorite toy and favorite book series are Polly Pocket and Warrior Cats

Loves stop motion movies,roguelike rps,time management games,weird ceramics,magnetic hairclips,unusually shaped candles,aquatic life taxidermy,vinyl records,glow in the dark stickers,affectionate nonsexual bites(giving and recieving + hard enough to leave a mark but not enough to draw blood)and dipping burgers in milkshakes

Potty mouth or should i say,swears like a sailor.Percy's also vulgar but not a pervert i.e her humor dives into dirty jokes sometimes but purely for the bit, she's not a horny person nor does she like flirting for the sake of it

Rachel was an autistic black girl✋🏼Her and Percy were the real deal,queerplatonic black love and unpalpable symptoms frightens the normies and yes i mean Percy proship stans.They caught up on childhood together by doing kid stuff they didn't get to when they were younger and experiencing teenagehood together as alternative teenagers specifically.Rachel is an actual art hoe,a black woman dedicated to her crafts and anti-capitalism/anti-consummerism,and her and Percy started their punk studies as a team leading up participating in the culture as a team too and she hangs out at Percy's me place regularly and they're thee red-coded/blue-coded duo of ever and share clothes and Rachel beat people up for sexually harassing Percy over her apperance and Percy doodled them together a lot

Nico and Hazel are her platonic soulmates in every universe.It literally dosen't matter who you(general you!)ship Percy with,seperating the Dead Sea Siblings is infuckingsane and the worst characterization dynamic possible.Nico and Percy spent the year gap inbetween botl and tlo reconnecting and bonding as they should've so Sally adopts Nico once Percy convinces him he deserves better than Hades and this happens with the final nail in the coffin of Hades insulting Percy and Nico going off on him so while his father is in shock,Nico frees Percy from his trap and Persephone prevents Hades from intervening further in their lives on wanting to be freed from Hades herself.Persephone does a slow gambit of becoming the queen of the underworld without a king and part of it is asking Nico and Percy to ressurect Hazel so she can be part of the Second Great Prophecy and Hazel lives as part time Camp Jupiter black sheep,part time 1930s New Orleans girl living in a 2010s Manhattan world.Life level two is easier on her than her starter,albeit Marie was a good mom to avoid misogynoir and the voodoo bits are totally cut to avoid even further stereotyping,and she has two of the best brothers anyone could ever ask for and who she never knew she wanted,her adultification trauma not letting her dare to dream of a real childhood.Percy functions as a dad to her too and Sally stays beating the deadbeat parent allegations and Hazel learns to form her own self of entierly her own will,wishes,whimsy and worthiness

Rather than Toa/Trials of Apollo,the third and final greco-roman core series is Tods/Tales of Dead Seas,titled after and starring your favorite siblings' favorite siblings!!It takes place one year after Hoo and spans over four years in four books ft.a Hazel sidebook 'Hazel-Blood' and the plot is kicked off by Percy killing Zeus because he tried to hurt Hazel for talking back to him.Thus happens a revolution fixing the system to turn it into a good one and give everyone a better world and the gods and other oppressors consequences for their actions.Nico and Hazel attend the Special ED School Percy was supposed to and are known as the nerdgy cringe goth activist boy(affectionate)and the cool popular pastel goth IT girl with her shit together who's nice to everybody and encourages them to be who they are and when her first art showcase comes,Percy powers through to go and support her and brings a bag of blue marshmallow cupcakes,blue food sticks and ensure bottles for them and their classmates like a PTA mom.All the kids admired him so much it cured any ill feelings he had on the place so he shows up regularly and the teachers at it are the only ones he's ever respected

Also in Tods,Hestia gives him The Backhomepack-a blue backpack containing infinite supplies she crafted for him to help on his journey as she thought it suited him better than a weapon.He's a lover,a fighter and a father so it was perfect for him.In Tods too,Sally opens up Familia Jackson Beach Shack as a family bussiness and Percy NEVER goes to college and works for her Mamí because going to college isn't nor does it need to be everyone's endgoal.......especially not someone who was suicidal before they were even thirteen purely on how the school system treated them(have a concious,eggheads).And in Hoh,him and Hazel swapped plots-Hazel fell into Tartarus in Moa so she was fleshed out as an underworld kid and earned the nickname The Princess Of The Underworld And The Unknown and Percy was chosen by Hecate so he made his own path as a conclusion to his narrative dooming by destiny.On Nico,no retcons for gay torture porn,he's accepted at Camp Half-Blood just like we literally saw at Pjo's end and him and Hazel are the other mcs' baby brother and baby sister and him and Leo in particular share a braincell and with Hazel too as their own subtrio/mini trinity(shorties squad!!):The Gummies Trio.Leo is cursed with Best Friend's Brother and Stacy's Brother applicability(Thalia is Stacy.Leocentric Valgraceson #FOR DA WIN).And Tlo Percy wasn't robbed so she became the Hero Of The Great Prophecy as she killed Luke and put the ball in the court of the roll up to The First Last War aka Tods

Percy moodboard right here

[mothinked]

Ellie wouldn't have cared about the casinos. It was the neon lights and night life that always fascinated her. And also maybe the prospect of what people referred to as 'strip clubs'... That kind of entertainment wasn't exactly easy to find these days. Even still, there were so few places that had a sustained power grid and—much to Ellie's disappointment during her first visit to Nevada—Vegas was not one of them. It made her want to take out her journal again and sketch the city line.

There was a yard sale she went to with Dina some time ago where she found a neon beer sign that, surprisingly, still worked. It stood out to her even before she'd plugged the thing in. It now sat on the wall in what was once Joel's wood-working shop that she converted into her own art studio. His house had sat empty for over three years before she was able to sleep under its roof like she used to as a kid. Dina, bless her heart, really helped turn it into a family home rather than let it continue to be a mausoleum of memories. JJ would use Ellie's garage soon enough as a spot to hang out with his friends.

Joel would have wanted that for her, she had told herself. His things were carefully stored away downstairs in an old trunk, unseen but revisited every now and then. Even once with a five-year old boy eager to learn more about the grandfather he never knew; he'd wrapped his little arms around her neck upon seeing her tears at the photo of her and Joel petting Shimmer. It wasn't as painful as it used to be... To talk about him. It had been years after Seattle before Ellie could speak his name again, so keenly did she still feel that loss.

Rather than throw a look at Abby for the interruption of her and Lev's conversation, Ellie instead let her smile immediately dissolve into a neutral expression. As if it hadn't surfaced at all. A face that couldn't be read. Lev's company helped Ellie get through the long days of travel but it was Abby's refusal to let go of the tension between them that usually soured the mood. Whatever, Ellie thought as she turned her head away from the older woman. Abby was allowed to feel how she did.

It was truly a feat to be the calmer, more reasonable of the two of them and damn, she was trying. And Abby seemed to test this by acting like an asshole at every turn, whether or not intentionally. They didn't have to braid each other's hair and hold hands or some shit. Ellie just wanted to not feel like Abby was constantly thinking of ways to kill her in her mind. Part of Ellie wanted to suggest Abby throw a few hits to get it out of her system. But what good would that do?

If Ellie's fuse was a short one then every conversation with Abby would lead to an argument. She didn't answer right away, tilting her head skyward as though praying to a god she didn't believe in to give her strength. Having Jack appear beside her, brushing past her leg, helped somewhat. "There's a body of water maybe an hour from here," Ellie finally said, her voice strained. Like it took physical effort she didn't have to talk. She unhooked the military-grade canteen from the side of her bag and started twisting its cap off.

"I've taken the road to Reno before, it's not that bad if we're smart about it. Last time I was in Vegas I got trapped in a basement for hours and I don't wanna sit in the dark like that again." She grimly recalled the family torn apart by infected that she buried after leaving that basement. "It'll cool down once we go through the national forest." There were several of them, actually. One was called Death Valley. Sounded interesting to her but she didn't dare venture that far before. It was a valley she did not want to walk through. "Bakersfield then it's a straight shot to Santa Barbara."

In the forest there'd be game to hunt. Deer. Hopefully no big cats.

In the distance, a relic of old worlds past. During its heyday, this place would have been quite the sight. She’d read bits and pieces about it but the vast majority of her knowledge of this place came from her dad. Las Vegas. Sin City, aptly named for the numerous questionable activities that took place there during its prime. Ones that admittedly Abby did not understand the appeal of. So people would come here with their money and spend that money on games to try and win more money but 99% of the time lose more money than they brought? That was the concept her father had explained. Sounded like a shitty thing to travel for. Money in a post cordyceps world didn’t carry the same weight it had but she had a hard time grasping that people would willingly gamble away their savings when money actually mattered.

Nevertheless, it still remained quite a sight to see from afar. Somewhere out there, the (somewhat) recognizable shape of a crumbling, faux Eiffel Tower. Something resemblimg a pyramid and a castle too? Had she not read up on it after talking to her dad, she would have thought he was full of shit. Turns out Las Vegas was just a really fuckin’ wild place back then. The same was true now but for obviously different reasons. Endless infected or Raiders? Abby would have taken the road of losing money any day over this shit.

With the sun beating down on them, she wipes at her forehead with the back of her hand as she surveys the surrounding area. Lost to her is the conversation between Lev and Ellie. By now, she knows better than to try and force Lev to steer clear of the other woman. No matter how hard she tried to prevent it, a camaraderie had developed between them. As much as she hated it, the one thing it did allow was for her to relax a little bit. If Lev could keep her occupied at points, it meant Abby didn’t have to exhaust herself with 24/7 surveillance. Though part of her wished that Lev didn’t reveal as much as he did on certain subjects. Revealing there was a whole infection free island? Maybe better left unsaid as she didn’t necessarily trust Ellie to keep quiet on that info if and when she made it back. There were battles worth picking and choosing and this was not one of them.

Not wanting to interrupt their fascinating conversation about fish tanks (which Abby had come upon and scavenged said tank for Lev), she waits it out while keeping alert. After a moment, she clears her throat and turns around to face the trio of familiar faces, both human and animal. “If you guys are done talking fish and spilling secrets,” her eyes glance to Lev quickly as she quirks a brow up, “might want to hurry up a little. This place is a god damn death trap and I don’t want to get caught too close to the city come nightfall.” She knew better than to hand around. Whether it was Vegas itself or the outskirts, there was too much chance of running into someone or something the longer they hung around. Abby takes a moment to look up at the sun which glares right back at her. “Might be good to get some shade too. Any thoughts or just going to keep talking about things we don’t have right now?” As hard assed as she sounded, she would kill for the beach right now.

[officialnostradamus]

Davrin is the second.

He wonders, briefly, if it might have been nicer if the acid splash during his last wyvern encounter had blinded him. It's not all bad. Teasing Rook about it will last for weeks, assuming Davrin makes it through the next few minutes. Davrin isn't blind and Rook is cute, all chipper and funny. If he'd not been so wrapped up in the idea of dying as a warden, maybe he would have gone for it. The memory of that interest makes the moment just a bit more awkward, but it isn't his fault that they're caught. 

The library is a common space. So, it's really Rook’s fault that their back is to the door and their knee is on the sofa, and that it happens to be between Emmrich’s legs. It’s definitely Rook’s fault that they’re bent to engulf Emmrich in the curtain of their hair. 

“Say it again?” Rook’s voice is a hoarse whisper, but they’re always just a bit louder than they intend. It’s Emmrich’s fault that his hand snakes around Rook’s waist, heavy gold rings adorning each finger as they dig wrinkles into Rook’s shirt. Davrin considers turning away. He could leave and pretend this is a weird dream. Then again, if he does that, he won’t be able to mock them mercilessly about it. 

“Beg pardon, darling, say what again?” Emmrich sounds content, and just the slightest bit nervous. He often sounds like that around Rook, though Rook never noticed. Now, Davrin understands because Rook is a coiled rope above him, effortless promise and that’s worth some caution. “That the syncopathic rhythm of your wards lead me to believe they need adjusting?”

“Yeah,” Rook laughs. It’s such a silly thing that Davrin feels less vouyeristic for it. It’s a good thing they can be exactly that weird together. Then it gets awkward again because Rook makes a low sound, not unlike a purr as they dip down. “I like the way it sounds when you say it.” Emmrich’s other hand appears, fastens around Rook’s hip and before they’re thrust together, Davrin clears his throat. 

Rook jumps, all their pent up energy easily excitable, like a big cat, but Emmrich’s arms are around them, nerves forgone to keep them from stumbling. Davrin snorts. 

“So this is what the boss is up to in our off hours?” He asks and Rook is scrambling to get off Emmrich’s lap but they can’t help themselves. 

“No, this is what I’m down for.”

“Rook!” Emmrich gasps and it’s good to know that their dynamic is as expected. Davrin shrugs, taking a slow drink from his mug as Emmrich tries to straighten his rumpled clothes. “Excuse me, Davrin, did you need something?”

“Nope.”

The simple answer, no expounding, leaves a stretch of silence and Emmrich squirms, uncomfortable. Davrin’s smirk is satisfied. He enjoys poking fun, and if he’s a bit sharper with Emmrich, it’s only because rivalry is healthy.

“Oh, well, please, don’t let us impede you,” Emmrich is still polite and his attire is straightened, but the flush hasn’t faded. Rook is embarrassed enough to be fiddling with the dagger on their hip, though they’re still smiling. Davrin wants to tease, but that isn’t the point, so he grins.

“What if I was going right here? Planning to hang out in this common area?”

“Of course,” Emmrich says, bemused. He isn’t going to push. Rook will.

“Right. I’m sure that’s exactly what you were doing,” Rook is testing, their will already apparent and Davrin shrugs.

“Could be.”

“Okay,” Rook agrees and then they’re catching Emmrich’s hand, returning it to their waist. Even if Emmrich is startled, his palm curves against their waist. He opens his mouth to speak and Rook is already dropping back into his lap. “If he wants to stay and watch, that’s up to him.”

“Rook!” Emmrich is aghast and Davrin hides a laugh behind his mug. 

“Alright, alright - keep it in your pants, I’m leaving.” They seem happy, in a world filled with so much darkness, who’s a warden to stop them?

**A little follow up 😘 Bellara is the first.

[mechs-headcanons]

some hearteyes headcanons for the soul..🙌

(im writing a hearteyes slowburn (😋) and im so impatient like!!! DAMN. KISS ALREADY. 11.5k words in and they’ve had one convo🥲. so this is me coping)

•jonny is lowkey SHIT at doing hair but always messes with tim’s hair anyway. tim’s hair is so curly it really is a battle to braid it while it is dry but he tries!! (he just likes running his hands thru it)

•protective jonny is amazing yes……BUT.. protective tim mwahahaha😋😈 i mean, he goes feral. covered in blood and gunpowder, that manic look in his eyes, stopping at nothing to get him back. ->so imagine with me a scenario where jonny gets captured and it’s not like ‘ohhh jonny’s in jail again’ NO. as in jonny has been fucking captured by scientists that want to experiment on his mechanism or something. TIM GOES CRAZY 2.0.

•they have this whole love language that’s very similar to a cat dropping dead birds on your porch in the sense that they will commit extreme violence for each other. like someone vaguely insults tim? jonny plops their head at his feet. tim blows up planets. its all very romantic.

•jonny “im a knife” d’ville and gunpowder “he’s the little spoon” tim. send tweet.

•they’re def so unserious in battles like. they call out their kill counts in the middle of a warzone. ashes’ long suffering sigh is heard across the galaxy

•neither of them remember who confessed first or how or when, they just know that one day they were together? ik ive said this before but they are married and generally just say that when asked how they got together. -> “we met on the moon. brian married us i think?” with no more elaboration

—🕰️

YES.!!! joy.,,

[starryeyedwolves]

A Year in Still Frames

Sirius buys the Polaroid camera on a whim.

It’s sitting in a dusty corner of a Muggle thrift shop on the edge of Camden Market, sandwiched between a cracked teapot and an aggressively orange lamp. It’s old, a bit scratched up, and smells vaguely of mothballs, but when Sirius presses the button, it clicks. Something about the sound feels right. Familiar.

“Why do you need a camera?” James asks that evening as Sirius triumphantly peels the price tag off the lens with his teeth.

“I don’t,” Sirius says. “But I want one.”

He doesn't explain it. Not to James. Not even to himself, really.

Not until the first morning he uses it.

It’s Remus’ hair.

That’s what does it.

He’s sitting at the tiny kitchen table in the flat they share, hunched over the paper, half a crumpet in his hand. The sunlight is doing something ridiculous—filtering through the grimy window in such a way that Remus’ curls look like they’re spun from gold. He’s squinting, trying to make out a crossword clue, and Sirius feels it—this warm, sharp pinch in his chest.

So he grabs the Polaroid from the counter.

Click. Whirr. Flash.

Remus startles, nearly drops his crumpet.

“What the fuck was that?”

“Art,” Sirius says smugly, waving the slowly developing square in the air like a flag.

Remus blinks. “Are you okay?”

“Never been better.”

That’s how it starts.

He doesn’t mean to take one every day. Not at first.

But the second photo comes the next morning. Remus is asleep, mouth slightly open, one foot poking out from under the covers like a lazy cat’s paw. Sirius captures it quietly, the flash dimmed.

The third is of Remus on the balcony, cigarette dangling from his lips, wind tugging at his jumper. The fourth is Remus laughing at a stupid joke Peter made at the pub. The fifth is Remus bent over a book, tongue between his teeth, utterly focused.

He gets addicted to the moment right before the photo—watching Remus be Remus, ordinary and dazzling. That’s the bit that sticks in Sirius’ throat. The in-between.

By week two, Sirius has a shoebox under their bed labeled “Moony.”

By month one, he’s bought a proper photo album. Bound in soft leather.

By month three, it’s not just habit—it’s ritual.

He keeps it secret.

Not because it’s weird (though, let’s be honest, it’s a little weird), but because it feels sacred. He doesn’t want to share it. Not even with Remus.

Especially not with Remus.

Remus, who still flinches sometimes when someone compliments him. Remus, who shrinks under praise like it’s a spotlight too bright to bear. Remus, who says he doesn’t photograph well, which is bullshit, and Sirius has literal hundreds of pictures to prove it.

So he tucks them away, day after day. Behind books. In drawers. Between socks. He has to start rotating hiding spots because Remus keeps organizing the flat whenever he’s stressed.

(“Why were there photographs in the sugar jar?"

“Because your face is sweeter than sugar.”

“…Get out.”)

Somewhere around month six, Remus notices.

Of course he does.

“You’ve been following me around like a particularly enthusiastic stalker,” he says one evening as Sirius snaps a picture of him pouring tea.

“I’m documenting greatness,” Sirius replies.

“You’re insufferable.”

“You’re beautiful.”

The words come out too easily. Float in the air, hang there. Remus goes quiet. His hands don’t stop moving—he sets the kettle down, pours the tea—but his eyes flick up, meet Sirius’, and something shifts.

They don’t talk about it.

But they feel it.

It becomes a game, then.

Remus starts posing dramatically in stupid places.

In the bath, with bubbles piled on his head like a crown.

On the couch, buried under blankets like a cryptid.

Mid-yawn, arms spread wide like a lion waking up.

Once, on the roof, arms outstretched like Rose on the Titanic.

But there are candid ones, too.

Plenty of them.

Remus folding laundry, humming under his breath.

Remus walking home in the rain, hair plastered to his forehead, grinning like a maniac.

Remus asleep on Sirius’ shoulder during movie night, hand curled into his jumper.

These are Sirius’ favorites.

The quiet ones.

Month nine is a hard one.

Remus gets the flu and refuses to admit it.

He’s grumpy and feverish and dramatic in the way only someone who grew up repressing every inconvenience can be. Sirius takes photos anyway. Of the flushed cheeks, the half-hearted glares, the tissue mountain next to the bed.

“You’re documenting my demise,” Remus croaks.

“You look radiant.”

“I hate you.”

“You’re delirious with love.”

Remus throws a pillow at his face.

But he keeps the photo Sirius leaves on his nightstand. Doesn’t say a word about it. Just tucks it into his favorite book a few days later, as if Sirius won’t notice.

(He does.)

The last month creeps up on him.

Suddenly it’s day 334, and Sirius realizes he has to do something with these.

He spends nights sprawled on the floor, sorting and re-sorting, arranging the photos in ridiculous themes.

“Sleepy Moony.”

“Laughing Moony.”

“Moony With Food.”

“Moony Giving Me The Finger.”

He adds notes. Scribbles little quotes, memories, dates. Presses in tiny things—a pressed flower from their walk in Hampstead Heath. A ticket stub from the time they accidentally went to a Muggle drag show. A coffee-stained napkin with “I think I like you” written in Remus’ neat scrawl.

The album becomes a map of their year.

And of Sirius’ heart.

Their anniversary lands on a quiet Saturday.

They never really decided when they started dating, not officially. There wasn’t a big declaration, no grand moment. Just a gradual slide from friendship into something warmer, steadier, more terrifying.

But a year ago to the day, Sirius kissed Remus in the middle of the kitchen.

He remembers it in absurd clarity: Remus making pasta, Sirius swiping sauce off his cheek and licking it off his finger like an idiot, the silence after, the sudden proximity, the kiss.

So today, he gives Remus the album.

Doesn’t say a word. Just hands it over and waits.

Remus opens it.

And his face breaks.

Not like breaking down—like breaking open. Like sunlight through clouds. Like spring after frost. Like every wall he’s ever built crumbling just a little.

“You…” Remus whispers, flipping through page after page. His fingers shake slightly. “You took one every day?”

Sirius nods, heart hammering.

“Why?”

There it is.

The big question.

So Sirius leans in, brushes a curl off Remus’ forehead, and says quietly, “Because I love you. And I wanted to remember what it looked like.”

Remus exhales.

And kisses him.

Soft, sure, reverent.

When they pull apart, Remus looks down at the photo album and says, “You missed one.”

Sirius frowns. “No, I didn’t. I checked twice.”

“You missed today.”

Sirius grins, pulls the camera from under the table, and snaps a photo right then and there—Remus in his lap, cheeks flushed, eyes shining.

He tucks it into the last page of the album.

7th of May

Anniversary.

He kissed me after. I think he might be forever.

[lc-birdie]

Trinity Santos Headcanons

SFW

Abrasive to protect herself: we see that she's very abrasive from the beginning and she states herself that she does it to protect herself, she's seen addiction, suicide, and grooming/assault; she's going to have thick walls protecting herself from the world

Has a heart of gold: she took in Whitaker like a stray cat after knowing him for 15 hours, once she lets someone in she's going to take care of them

Maybe this is just from somewhat knowing the culture but she definitely feeds people she likes/loves, brings in lumpia, desserts, etc (there is something about hispanic related cultures (filipino, latam, etc) that you don't talk about feelings or sentimental shit you speak more through actions)

Acts of service love language

Impulsive: we've def seen this throughout the show but this would also translate into her relationships.

Nicknames for days: I can see pet names getting used but also things like dork (affectionately) or bug or something like that

Lil Shit-she's going to affectionately tease the hell out of you

Lowkey gives it but can't take it: she's going to tease all the time however every time we see someone flirting with her she immediately crumbles. once someone brings the same energy back to her she's going to be so flustered (I'd love to make her turn red and yk she'd flush in such a pretty way up her cheeks and her ears)

back hugs: whether that equates into resting her head against your back or her chin on your shoulder

sneaky kisses: will walk up only to place a kiss on your shoulder or your cheek or your forehead when you least expect it and then walk away like nothing happened

NSFW

might be controversial but I think she's a pillow princess: maybe its just the interactions that she's had on the show but she immediately goes into this submissive state and I don't think its going to be such a hard stop thing where she's not going to reciprocate at all but definitely prefers taking to giving

needs to be taken care of: lavish her with touches, cover her body in open mouth kisses, grab and massage a titty as you're going down on her to ground her

dumbification (receiving side): sometimes she just doesn't need to think anymore

marking: even though she's submissive shed still want to take ownership over you so she's going to cover you in bites and hickeys to show that you're still hers

Appreciates the intimacy after the act: laying naked together, legs tangled, playing with each others hair, continuing to kiss each other with yall's foreheads touching and noses still nuzzling

[lostlikesaebyeok]

#STANBRITNEY💥💥💥💥💥 I was thinking loner!sae-byeok x popular! reader.. BRO IK THIS IS A OVER USES TROUPE BUT NGH?!?!?!?1/1///1/ she looks like a chase atlantic song im gunna bust💔 an au where sae does her best to avoid reader but reader is so persistent that sae goes out with her. 🥳🥳🥳AND SAE LITERALLY STICKS TO READER 💔💔 js because she wants to know what perfume shes wearing only to show up smelling like sweet vanilla because 'thats the only thing that reminders her of you while shes avoiding you'😥😥 THINGS LIKE THAT YKKK??

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 𝒌𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒂𝒆-𝒃𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒌 :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

★彡 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒓!𝒔𝒂𝒆-𝒃𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒌 𝒙 𝒑𝒐𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓!𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 彡★

♡ headcanons + oneshot ♡

“she says she doesn’t like me… so why does she smell like my perfume?”

[ wlw version | high school au | comfort | perfume | loner girl syndrome | slow burn sapphic tension ]

pink speech = sae-byeok

purple speech = you

♡ headcanons

☆ sae-byeok keeps her head down. always in the back of the classroom. headphones in. bag half-zipped. hoodie sleeves pulled over her hands even in summer. she’s been at this school for months, and you’ve never seen her talk to anyone that wasn’t a teacher or her younger brother on the phone.

☆ you? you’re sunshine incarnate. varsity jacket, lip gloss, hair clips. everyone knows you. everyone wants you. but you’re so nice. too nice. like, annoying levels of kind. and for some reason? you won’t stop talking to her.

☆ she pretends she doesn’t know your name. lies straight through her teeth. but she knows it. it’s written in her sketchbook margins. it’s underlined twice. she even doodled a little heart beside it once and then scratched it out like it's illegal.

☆ “you could just tell me to go away, y’know.”

“go away.”

“no.”

☆ she doesn’t get it. you’re popular. hot. bright. and you keep leaning against her locker like it’s yours, smiling like you’ve known her forever. and every time she scowls at you, you giggle.

☆ she avoids you like it’s her job. changes hallways. ducks behind vending machines. hides in the library. still sees you every day.

☆ one day you sit down next to her and she has to ground herself from saying something stupid.

“you smell good,” she says, like she hates that she noticed.

“vanilla.” you grin. “you wanna borrow it?”

☆ two days later, she shows up to class late, hoodie up. smelling like vanilla. your vanilla. you're lost for words and she refuses to make eye contact.

☆

♡ “i hate her” (no she doesn’t):

☆ she tells people she thinks you’re annoying. too loud. too clingy. too everything.

she has a secret playlist named after you.

☆ she draws you constantly. not just your face. your hands, your neck, the way you sit with your ankles crossed when you’re focused. she uses a pink pen just for your details. she doesn't use pink for anything else.

☆ one time you touch her wrist to get her attention and she flinches. not because she doesn’t like it, because she does. way too much.

☆

♡ the first time she agrees to hang out with you:

☆ it’s not even on purpose. you corner her after class and ask. she sighs like it physically hurts her and mutters, “fine. just once.”

☆ you take her to a coffee shop. she sits across from you, arms crossed, sipping a hot chocolate she swears she doesn’t like. you say something funny and she hides her laugh in her sleeve. you catch it anyway.

☆ she follows you home that day. doesn’t mean to. just likes how your perfume lingers in the air and how your voice sounds when you talk to your cat.

☆ you turn around mid-sentence, see her trailing behind you, and smile like she’s your favourite thing on earth.

“you staying for dinner?”

“…no.”

she stays anyway.

☆

♡ the shift:

☆ you find her waiting at your locker now. arms crossed. hood up. looking like she doesn’t care. but she always takes your books before you can reach for them.

☆ you leans against the vending machine and she doesn’t walk away. just smirks. “you stalking me now?”

“what if i am?”

☆ she doesnt say i like you. she says things like

“don’t walk alone at night.”

“i saved this song. it reminds me of you.”

“your perfume’s almost gone. i’ll buy you more.”

☆

♡ and then one day she finally breaks:

☆ you’re walking outside of school now to the back, laughing at something dumb, and she just blurts,

“i only wear vanilla because it smells like you.”

you freeze. turn around.

she’s red to her ears.

“i didn’t mean–well i did–but not like that. i just–”

you kiss her. and she forgets how to speak.

♡ oneshot

she doesn't talk for a full five minutes after you kiss her.

not because she doesn’t want to. not because she’s mad. but because she’s frozen in that moment. your lip gloss smudged against hers, the soft brush of your fingers against the collar of her hoodie, the way you looked at her like you’d been waiting for her to crack.

and now she’s cracked. full split. fractured. all yours.

you're both sitting now, backs against the brick wall, your shoulder brushing hers. the air smells like cold wind and her new vanilla body spray. the one she bought because of you, and now it lingers between you like a quiet secret.

you nudge her. “you okay?”

she blinks. “...no.”

you laugh. she looks at you, like really looks, and something in her expression softens so fast it nearly crumbles. like she’s never been looked at like this before. like you scare her in a good way.

"you wanna do it again?" you ask. your voice is light, but your eyes? not teasing. not really.

she swallows. nods. barely.

you kiss her again, slower this time. sweeter. like you have all the time in the world. she grips your sleeve like she’s afraid you’ll float away.

that night, she texts you:

come over

can’t sleep.

you don’t ask. you just go.

her room is small and quiet and smells like clean laundry and faint vanilla. she’s curled under a blanket, knees to her chest, her hair messy and her hoodie even bigger than usual.

you crawl in beside her. she tenses when your arm brushes hers, then relaxes. exhales. you press your forehead to hers. you don’t need to talk.

but she does. in a whisper.

“i’ve never felt like this before.”

you smile, brushing her hair back. “like what?”

her eyes flick up to yours. vulnerable. brave.

“safe.”

your heart pulls. you pull her closer.

you fall asleep tangled up in each other, her arm wrapped tight around your waist like you might disappear.

and in the morning, when she leans in to kiss you before you even brush your teeth. you taste vanilla again.

but this time, it’s not perfume. it’s her.

and she’s not hiding anymore.

thank u for reading, angel ♡

(*つ´･∀･)つ likes = her hoodie with your perfume

[bluesmlck]

how I think some of the blue lock characters would be as boyfriends.

(Including bachira, nagi, shidou, and isagi.)

____________________

BACHRIAA

I think Bachira would be the type of person do spam you with videos of cats and say this is us or just send you random pictures of animals he finds cute.

Whenever you were stressed out he would kiss your temples and let you rest or play with his hair.

I also feel like he would spam call you, send him pictures of him and Isagi or just of him, and send his thoughts through out the day.

He’ll always ask you to match either it’s your matching phone cases, outfits, jewellery, painted toe nails or finger nails, shoes or even socks he doesn’t care. He just thinks it’s adorable and he can show you off even more if you’re matching.

Yapper x yapper

I feel like he would also spray your perfume all over his jerseys before matches of put your hair ties on his wrist just so he can remind himself of you when your not around. Even if it’s just spall things like that.

Bros also the type of person to pull away from you when you’re making out just so he can see how much you need more.

SHIDOU

I also feel like he would spam you videos and call you every minute asking how you are and checking up on you.

Whenever your on his mind (which is all the time) he won’t hesitate to tell you.

Yapper x listener (he’s the yapper.)

He gets jealous veryyy quickly. He would never hesitate to kill another man who even looks in your direction.

he’s always touching you. Either he has his big long arms wrapped round your shoulder or yous waists or he’s holding your hands or playing with your hair.

He lovesss late night talks. Whenever you’re staying at his or he’s staying at your he’ll always want to talk and he adores when you talk back to him. It makes him feel special.

He’s also the type to make sure people know your his. Whenever a man or sometimes a girl, just whoever gets to close to you he’ll make sure to leave kiss marks everywhere on your body leaving no space un touched and in public he would pull you closer and kiss your face everywhere. Just to make sure people know he’s yours and you’re his.

And I feel like you would be his phone background or even his lap top background and have pictures of you everywhere in his room.

ISAGI

He loves to sleep together, rest on you or when you rest on him. He just feels so close to you in those type of moments.

He’s also always holding your hand when you get nervous or when you guys are in public places he’ll hold your hand or just hold your wrist playing with your fingers or doing the thumb thing to try and distract you from your nerves.

He loves it when you wear his jurseys

He gets flustered very easily and whenever you call him cute or handsome he can’t stop thinking about it for the next few weeks straight.

He’s always taking pictures of you even if you’re in the middle of eating. He loves going through them after your guys date nights.

Also the same as Bachira he likes wearing your hair bobbles and spraying your perfume. He thinks it makes him play much better.

He always asks how your day has been no matter what. He loves to hear you talk about what’s been going on in your life.

NAGI

Nagi surprisingly loves physical touch and loves napping on you. It makes him feel so safe and loved.

Loves watching movies with you he always promises to stay up late and watch them with you but he always ends up going to sleep in the middle of them. You don’t mind though you always just lie on his legs and go to sleep aswell.

Whenever he gets anxious he’ll come extra close to you and play with your nails or the rings on your hands.

He always lies on your chest or on your legs because he finds it very comfortable.

He always asks for you to do his skincare after a long day. (He loves it so much.)

He loves seeing you wear his jumpers or wearing his jerseys.

HOPE YALLL ENOJYEDD🤩

[omgitskaii]

ive had this sitting in my drafts for ages, and they’ve really been starting to pmo now… sorry some of these are a bit self indulgent or niche, but i hope you like at least one or three ! may be my last around of hcs for these boys for awhile :)

dean does not watch sports and actually has no idea what’s going on anytime someone puts a game on. sam does though, college kids had nothing else to do but study, drink beer, and watch sports. he sometimes makes stuff up to fuck with dean

sam and dean still have charlie’s phone when she died. it’s on silent, and the boys (mostly dean) will text it sometimes whenever they miss her. most of the messages are apologies.

sam still visits jess’ grave on the anniversary of her death. he takes eileen once or twice too, because she asked.

sam doesn’t know how to cook for shit. anytime he wants to make something, he has to put on a step by step youtube tutorial video. he refuses to ask for deans help.

there’s a small amount of grace left over in the handprint on deans shoulder

whenever deans comfortable and feels safe, he can conk out anywhere. he’s fallen asleep at the table, in the middle of cooking, and has once or twice fallen asleep on sam and cas. sam was concerned at first, but now he has just accepted it and dean has designated nap times throughout the week.

sam is into wicca practise. he burns incense and sage and keeps crystals lying around the bunker, he’s slipped a few into the glove compartment of the impala

dean teases and complains, but he actually likes doing chores. it’s something that makes him feel “normal” and he likes using his hands and working.

cas and dean are soul-bound.

dean has read the bible through multiple times throughout his life (mostly at low points, and he’s had a lot,) to the point where he has memorized some passages. he’s not much for faith, but he has gone to church once or twice recently when jack became god

cas finds dean reciting passages of the bible exhilarating.

cas has multiple parenting books littered around the bunker that he sometimes flips through

sam hates cats and is strictly a dog person

cas’ eyes reflect in the dark, like how cats/most nocturnal animals do.

anytime he prays, all deans prayers go exclusively to cas without thinking. he actually prays more than he ever texts or calls cas, like it’s as easy as breathing. cas never mentions how intimate it really is for him to do this. he always listens to them

the air around cas changes whenever he’s in a room. it’s subtle, like the feeling you get when your hair stands on end, like you can tell that he’s not entirely human. normal people chalk it up to vibes or cas being intimidating or offputting. it’s not something he does on purpose

cas smells like ozone and rain.

everyone can tell what kind of mood dean is in based on the mug he grabs from the cabinet for his morning coffee

sam cant stand in crowded or stuffy places for too long or he’ll panic

john has gotten physical, but dean has always been there to take the brunt of it. because sam was the favourite, and dean believed and wanted sammy to live some semblance of a normal life as best he could. everything dean has endured has always been for sammy.

sam has this complicated relation with killing where he’s fine hunting monsters, but refuses to kill animals. he remembers as a kid bobby took them out hunting once—actually hunting, not with monsters—and when told to shoot at a squirrel, he couldn’t do it. dean shot it instead and claimed sammy did it. this is also one of the reasons he’s moved to a more vegetarian/vegan lifestyle.

sam had an emo phase as a kid. he grew out of it, but not the music; he’ll go back to listen to some emo/punk songs when he’s in a good mood. dean bullies him ruthlessly when he hears it.

deans fight-or-flight kicks in whenever someone drums their fingers or hands on the table, it takes him back to when michael would bang on the doors in his mind. he is still learning to quietly asks people to stop

sam has built up a high pain tolerance from his time in the cage but has become hyper-aware and sensitive to the lightest touches, like someone touching his hair or breathing on the back of his neck.

anytime a spell component requires blood, dean will always do it unless it’s specific. he still considers himself a weapon or catalyst, and it’s been ingrained in him to always give and give and give himself for others.

when they were kids, dean used to steal formula and food for sam when they were younger and sam knows this. now, sam will almost always go out for groceries. it’s sort of his silent way of returning the favour for dean.

dean stays up late on purpose just to talk to cas, it’s really the only point in a day they get quality time together just talking. eventually though, dean falls asleep; cas is always there in the morning.

sam, dean, and cas all enjoy watching trashy reality television shows... dean and cas like watching say yes to the dress and they both always seem to have opposite reactions ("i think the bride looks lovely in that dress. why is the mother-in-law being so critical?" "seriously, cas? that dress looks like some old ladies curtain. no way in hell is she walking down the aisle in that.") and sam and dean really enjoy watching ghost hunters, just to make fun of them.

dean’s a neat freak when it comes to his own room, borderline ocd, and sam is organized but messy, a combination of cleanliness only an ex-college student could have.

cas can make his wings corporal, but everytime he does this it takes a lot of concentration, and it becomes a bit more difficult to put them back into the aether each time. it’s also considered vulnerable/intimate for an angel to do this, or sometimes even painful to constrain their true form to simple shapes.

deans love language is acts of service, cas’ is words of affirmation, and sams is quality time.

prayers have a sound to them. when either one of the boys pray to cas, they have their own distinct tone that cas has come to recognize. sam’s is high pitched, like a clinking of a glass; he found it annoying at first, but sam’s prayers mellowed out into something similar to wind chimes. deans is a low sound, strong and comforting, akin to tires rolling over gravel and pops like crackling fire at its strongest.

cas makes it a daily ritual for dean to ask for at least one thing everyday; because dean always gives, and never takes. it’s usually little things, where dean will go to make coffee for him and cas and will sometimes get stopped on his way to the coffeemaker, and cas will just shoot him a look. cas waits until dean asks him to make him a coffee. sometime’s dean gets more vulnerable and asks for affection or quality time watching movies; he’s learning that he can have these things.

dean and claire text often, and there’s been multiple occasions that deans stayed up late on the phone with claire helping her out on her own cases with lore, experience, or a pep talk. there has also been times where deans driven out to help her. he will always make time for her.

jody, donna, and the girls invite tfw up to jody’s house for dinners every month or two when they all have time.

sam is a nerd in the sense that he knows a random facts about everything, but dean is a nerd in the sense he knows movies and comics. and cas is a nerd in the sense that he knows everything… literally.

dean and sam know basic sign language and learned it through eileen. sam is pissed that dean picked it up faster than him.

you can look at my other hc lists under #spn hcs !!

[teenag3z0mbi3]

Mouthwashing Daisuke x Fem! Reader HCs

Masterlist & Request Rules Warnings: NSFW (separated from the SFW stuff) Author’s Note: Starting out with Daisuke, I will do the rest of the characters eventually.

SFW

☆ : Quality time and physical touch are his main love languages. 

☆ : This boy adores you! He would drop to his knees and worship you and the ground you walk on if you asked him to. 

☆ : He’s big on pet names and rarely addresses you by your actual name. He mostly calls you babe, baby, sweetheart, or my love.  He’ll also come up with some funny-sweet ones to tease you with.

☆ : He plans the best dates! He’s not big on elaborate, fancy dinner dates; he prefers to take you out for a meal from your favorite takeout or fast food place before taking you to do something fun. He’s a big fan of carnivals, picnics, arcades, and thrifting for dates. When going out to eat, be prepared to let him try your food. He usually orders a lot of food because he is like a bottomless pit. This boy can EAT.

☆ : He can not keep his hands off you. He always wants to cuddle or at least get a hug and kiss from you. He loves to spoon you or be spooned and enjoys lying on your chest. He’s clingy but doesn’t like to be called that.

☆ : Can’t keep his hands out of your hair either. Whether he’s just styling it, playing with it, or bleaching and dyeing it, he loves your hair. 

☆ : He has a lot of trouble falling asleep without you, but once he’s out, he’s out. He sleeps like a rock, with his arms wrapped tightly around you, unintentionally trapping you in his arms. On the nights you aren’t spending the night with him, he wants to FaceTime you before bed. Sometimes he’ll set up his laptop or phone on the nightstand with his camera on so he can fall asleep on the call with you. 

☆ : Gives you a lot of silly drawings and doodles, stuff like the Yimpy drawing he gave to Anya, but also cute stuff as well. A lot of purposefully weird-looking cat drawings too. He can draw good stuff, and he does give you nice art too, but he likes to see you laugh at his funny doodles.

☆ : He one day randomly decided he wanted to get into making bracelets (mostly kandi) and spent way too much money on beads and charms (this happened to me), so for the rest of your life, you’ll probably receive bracelets from him because he has an endless supply of beads. He makes you both matching bracelets with your names and initials. Also likes to make bracelets with you. Kandi-making date! 

☆ : You’re the first person he tells anything to. He can and will talk about literally anything for hours if you let him. His rambling is usually just him talking while you listen, but he does appreciate you showing interest. He also starts talking about random stuff at very inappropriate times, but it’s easy to shut him up with a kiss, but don’t expect him to stay quiet for long after you pull away. He just loves talking to you.

☆ : He has a terrible attention span, and you’ll find yourself having to get his attention back on track a lot. He loves hearing you talk, but sometimes everything you say will go in one ear and out the other. (I promise he’s not doing it on purpose.)

☆ : He takes any opportunity to talk about you as well. “I love my girlfriend so much.” “My girlfriend is the best. “My girlfriend is so pretty.” “My girlfriend…blah blah blah.” He can ramble on and on about you to people until he notices them getting annoyed, but sometimes he’ll still keep going. 

☆ : He will post you on his socials if you let him, tag you in his bio, have matching profile pictures, etc. Makes his status things like “I love my wife!” (You don’t have to be married for him to call you that.)

☆ : If you have him added on any gaming platform, he will spam you with invites the moment he sees you online. He loves playing video games with you, and whenever he gets into a new game (or anything), he will talk about it nonstop until you play it. You’re also the only person he will let use his consoles. He likes it when you watch him play, and he also enjoys watching you play.

☆ : Spams you with funny videos and memes. “Babe, did you see the video I sent you earlier?” He will proceed to stand over your shoulder and make sure you actually watched it. “This is so us.” “Us,” “You,” “Me,” “Real.” He also just texts you a lot in general.

☆ : He always wants your opinion on his outfits. If you’re not there to judge in person, he will send you mirror selfies. When you go thrifting together, he wants your opinion on every piece of clothing he picks up. He loves when you compliment him, not just on his clothes and appearance, but on other things too. 

☆ : He loves to compliment you too and always has something nice to say about you. He always talks about how pretty he thinks you are and reminds you of how good you look. 

NSFW

☆ : As expected, he has a very high sex drive. He can finish and immediately get turned back on again just from seeing you. He can get turned on just from some kisses and light touching. Because his drive is so high and he’s still figuring out what he likes and doesn’t like, I think he’d be more likely to explore new things.

☆ : Switch! He loves it when you take control and get a bit rough with him and will take any opportunity you give him to do the same with you. Sometimes he’ll just take over out of nowhere and become super dominant in the middle of you riding him.

☆ : He loves to make out with you to make things feel more intimate. He likes it when you lean down to kiss him while on top of him or when you pull him down into a kiss when he’s on top. He also loves being given hickeys all over his neck, but gets a bit embarrassed about them the next day.

☆ : He is very vocal through his moaning, whimpering, and whining. When he does speak, it’s mostly him begging between whimpers. He’ll beg a lot more if you tease him because teasing him makes him super needy. "Please don't stop." Lots of mumbling curses under his breath, too. "Fuck, you feel so good."

☆ : He goes crazy for praise and compliments, both receiving and giving them. He will lose it whenever you call him a good boy or tell him how good he is doing.  He's very responsive to your praising, usually repeating to himself what you're telling him and nodding in agreement.

☆ : Enjoys being overstimulated by you; after he finishes, he’ll sometimes beg you to keep going. He will squirm around a lot from this, arch his back, and grip the sheets while moaning. 

☆ : He loves eating you out and could do it for hours and still not get tired if you let him. He doesn’t have much experience with it, but that won’t hold him back since he just loves doing it and loves the taste. But he does worry about his performance not being good enough for you.

☆ : He loves your thighs, especially when he can grip them while he eats you out or when you squeeze his head between them. He kisses and bites your inner thighs to tease you too. He’d also be into thigh-fucking you.

☆ : I also think he’d be a big fan of boobs too; the size doesn’t matter to him either. He’d definitely want to bury his face into them.

☆ : He’d be really into grinding and dry humping, with you and without you. He likes to come up behind you and grind against you while he buries his face in your neck and grips your hips tightly. He’d also like you to sit in his lap and grind against him. 

☆ : *cough* pegging *cough* Yes, I think Daisuke would be totally down to try it at least once in his life and would enjoy it. I don’t care if this is considered controversial; I said what I said, and nothing can change my mind…

☆ : When you’re not around to satisfy him, he jerks off a lot to the thought of you; if he has photos of you, even better. Even nonsexual photos are good enough for him; his imagination can run wild. When he’s by himself, he finishes a lot quicker because he’s only focused on himself. He lasts a lot longer when he’s with you.

☆ : Big on aftercare! I’ve already written aftercare headcanons if you’re interested in them (LINK)

[scuttle-buttle]

Thunderbolts* Headcanons

Post movie Thunderbolts × GN Reader on the team

This has movie spoilers!!!

CW: general audiences, mentions of therapy and alcohol, this is happy stuff

We are SOOOO in an Avengers Tower Renaissance right now and I'm living for it. So here are some of my thoughts and musings about what our favorite band of misfits are up to as the New Avengerz*

• Bob isn't comfortable branching out and doing a lot of the more intense things, but he loves being domestic around the watchtower for the team. He always insists that he can help clean the place or do dishes and laundry for everyone. At first you worried he would get tired of the menial tasks but he liked having something he could do for the team. He does love it when you help him out, and he (not so secretly) loves that you play music and dance or sing along while you wash dishes and he dries them

• Bob is also willing to try whatever anyone cooks - even Alexei. He'd just shrug and say he'd had worse in his body before and take a bite bigger than was necessary. The rest of the team watches in horror as he chews, manages to swallow, and gives a "its.... ah.. not bad" in his awkwardly charming way.

• Alexei's friendly slap on his back is enough to almost knock Bob over

• The only time Bob didn't try something of Alexei's is when he made bootleg vodka and Yelena slapped it out of his hand before he could take a swig

• Yelena and Ava have sleepovers. You join them, of course. They didn't get them as children, so they are making up for lost time now. Yelena insists on doing makeup every. Single. Time.

• Walker would surprisingly be a good gym buddy. At first you thought he'd be too snarky with you, but you found a good rhythm. Sometimes he gives football captain vibes tho and you definitely tease him about it

• You teach bucky to knit. He does it begrudgingly but is a quick study. When walker and yelena called him old man or grandpa, or they give him smirks he just grumbles "It's relaxing."

• Alexei tries to plan parties or fun nights or whatever you want to call them. He tries to be unpredictable but let's be honest - every single one starts with a drinking game, peaks with very loud (off key) singing, and ends with a group hug around him after he starts dramatically crying to the team about how much he loves everyone and how they are his family and he loves the work they do

• Bob loves to sit and chat. It begins as small talk about your days, then next thing you know it's 1 am and you're sitting on the floor facing each other having heart to hearts about anything and everything. He also likes it when you all (really just you and Yelena) run your fingers thru his hair as you talk. Once or twice he's fallen asleep next to you as he listen to you ramble on

• He snores lightly. Sometimes he mumbles. It's adorable

• Yelena begins to dance again, this time for pleasure. She hated it in the red room but found a newfound freedom in it now that she's an avenger. It makes her feel closer to Natasha too

• Walker loves reality TV but pretends he loathes it. If you have it on TV and he walks in he will constantly criticize and talk thru the entire episode. But he has a bad habit of leaving his phone unlocked at the gym and you've seen several searches for the latest gossip in his Google history

• You and Bob help Ava with time trials using her powers. So far she's up to 2 and a half minutes now when invisible

• At first Valentina used to try and make passive aggressive comments towards Bob not using his abilities, but the team very quickly shut that down. She never pushed Bob again

• I like to think that Bucky's cat Alpine was actually found by Yelena in a dumpster outside. She has the habit of trying to save the "little guy" and all the animals. Bucky didn't want to deal with this new kitten but she immediately bonded with him. He succumbed within seconds

• Now Bucky's lock screen is Alpine sleeping

• The team does group therapy once a month at minimum

• You're pretty sure bucky and walker have unspoken staring contests. Ava always declares the winner

• Bob cries at all the movies, but so do you and Alexei

• Valentina tells them they swear too much for being the new avengers so they start a tally. Each time one of them swears they have to put a tick mark down. At the end of the week the person with the most has to cook or buy dinner for the team. Somehow it ends up being you at least 50% of the time

• It's never been Bob