#i wanted to draw dramatic expressions and I think I’m getting better

[fuqnia]

Hellooo

Can you write f!readerxkyle where they’re in her dorm in college and she’s putting make up on him and she takes pictures of him glammed up and like he starts kissing her face with the lipstick on and it leaves marks on her and then they dance to some cds

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Peach Gloss and Love Deluxe

( ˘ ³˘) kyle broflovski x f!reader | college au, fluff

( ˘ ³˘) A/N | hi!! this request was so cute, and i definitely made this cheesy and corny, but i honestly don't care... i love sweet kyle sm, so thank you for the request !! 🦭🩷🦭

( ˘ ³˘) C/W | kissing :)

The dorm room is quiet, save for the soft whirr of the box fan in the window and the distant hum of someone blasting music down the hall. Late afternoon sun streaks across your comforter, casting golden bars over the scattered brushes, compacts, and tubes of makeup that you’ve laid out like an artist setting up for a masterpiece. Kyle is sitting stiffly on your bed, legs crossed, arms tucked awkwardly at his sides like he’s not sure what to do with them. His hoodie sleeves are pushed to his elbows, and his hair—those unmistakable red curls—is pinned back with two of your butterfly clips, much to his visible irritation.

“This is starting to feel like entrapment,” he mutters, glancing down at the open palette near his knee. “You said you just wanted to ‘try something.’ That sounded a lot less involved ten minutes ago.”

You’re already dabbing primer onto the back of your hand, smiling as you scoot closer on the mattress. “You agreed. I asked, you said yes. This is on you.”

Kyle frowns, his eyebrows drawing together in a familiar expression that says he’s already regretting the life choices that brought him to this moment. “Yeah, because I thought you meant, like, one swipe of eyeliner. Not a full glam session.”

You reach for the foundation and gesture for him to sit up straighter. “I never said just eyeliner. You made assumptions.”

“I should’ve known better,” he mumbles, but he shifts obligingly, letting you tilt his face toward the light. His skin is warm under your touch, smooth and soft, with a dusting of freckles across the bridge of his nose that you have absolutely no intention of covering up.

You start blending the foundation, careful to use a light hand. Kyle stays still, but you can feel the tension in his jaw. He’s trying not to flinch every time the sponge taps too close to his eye. “You know,” you say, brushing over the curve of his cheekbone, ��you’re kind of ridiculously pretty already. Like, unfairly so.”

Kyle rolls his eyes, but the tips of his ears flush pink. “I’m not. You just think that because you’re dating me. That’s, like, a known bias.”

“Okay, first of all, I thought it before we started dating. And second, if you don’t want to be complimented, maybe don’t have stupidly long lashes and perfect cheekbones.”

“That’s not how that works,” he says, but he’s less argumentative now, the edge in his voice softening as he lets you keep working. “Also, I’m pretty sure my skin is breaking out just by being in the same room as this stuff.”

“You’re so dramatic,” you laugh, dipping into the bronzer next. “You’d survive a nuclear war but complain the entire time about the temperature of the fallout.”

He huffs a laugh, and for a second the tension breaks. His posture eases just slightly, his shoulders lowering as he leans a little more into your hand. It’s not something he’d ever admit out loud, but the quiet attention—your focus, the gentle brush of your fingers, the way you keep pausing to check how he’s doing—it clearly gets to him. In a good way.

When you start applying a soft highlighter to the high points of his face, he squints at you suspiciously. “That stuff isn’t glitter, right? I’m not walking around campus looking like a metrosexual.”

“It’s shimmer. Subtle. Trust me.”

“That’s what people always say right before they ruin your life.”

“You’re being such a baby,” you murmur, patting a little extra highlighter on the tip of his nose.

Kyle mutters something under his breath, but it’s not quite a complaint anymore. There’s something almost contemplative in the way he watches you move—how precise your hands are, how confident. You can feel his gaze on you, and when you glance up, his eyes flick away, guilty like you just caught him staring.

You reach for the eyeshadow next and choose a soft, warm tone that complements the freckles dusting his face. He doesn’t close his eyes right away, just raises an eyebrow. “Are you doing something crazy now?”

“Nope. Just making your eyes pop.”

“My eyes already pop.”

“Then I’m enhancing the pop.”

Kyle sighs, but lets his eyelids fall shut. “If Cartman sees any pictures of this, I’m gonna have to transfer schools.”

“No one’s gonna see unless you want them to,” you promise, dipping into the palette. “But for the record, you’re kind of pulling this off.”

“I better not be,” he mutters. “I don’t need people thinking I have a secret influencer persona.”

“You’re too grumpy to be an influencer.”

“Exactly.”

You finish with a bit of peach gloss, swiping it gently across his bottom lip while he keeps his mouth still with the exaggerated patience of someone enduring a dental cleaning. When you finally pull back to look at him, the change is subtle but striking. The makeup isn’t overdone. His freckles still shine through, his features still unmistakably Kyle. But the shimmer along his cheeks catches the light, his lashes look even darker and thicker than before, and the soft tint on his lips adds something that makes your stomach flip.

“…Wow,” you say quietly.

Kyle blinks, confused. “What?”

“You look… honestly kind of incredible.”

He squints at you. “Like ‘incredible for a guy wearing makeup’ or ‘incredible’ incredible?”

“Incredible incredible.”

There’s a long beat as he processes that. Then he shifts on the bed, glancing toward the mirror across the room but not quite going to look yet. “So, this doesn’t make me look like a joke?”

“Not even close,” you say, smiling. “It makes you look like you know you’re hot and you’re not afraid to prove it.”

Kyle groans and drops his head into his hands. “God. I hate that that actually makes me feel kind of good.”

You scoot closer, nudging his shoulder with yours. “You can wipe it off whenever you want.”

“I know,” he says, voice muffled by his hands. “But now I’m scared I’ll miss it.”

You grin and reach for your phone. “Can I take one photo?”

Kyle sighs dramatically, peeking through his fingers. “Only if you swear it never leaves your camera roll.”

“Scout’s honor.”

He rolls his eyes. “You were never a scout.”

“Still counts.”

He groans again, but shifts toward you, and the moment he leans into frame for the picture—soft cheeks, butterfly clips still holding back his curls, eyes shining in the fading daylight—you can tell. Even if he’d never admit it, he trusts you. Enough to let you see him like this. Enough to let you hold that version of him close.

You smile brightly at the camera, eyes crinkling, dimples showing, the kind of smile that only shows up when you're caught in a moment of real, easy happiness. Kyle, on the other hand, is making a face—one eyebrow raised, mouth halfway between a smirk and a grimace, his expression torn between annoyance and reluctant amusement. The contrast between your glow and his deadpan glare makes the photo even better, and you immediately burst out laughing.

Without thinking, you hit the shutter again. And again. And again. Different angles. Close-up. Profile. One where he’s blinking. One where you’re leaning your cheek against his. Each one makes you laugh harder, your whole body vibrating with giddy energy. Kyle watches you in mock horror.

“You said one photo,” he accuses, pointing a finger at your phone like it's the true villain in the room. “One. Singular. Uno. You broke the treaty.”

You giggle uncontrollably, clutching the phone to your chest like it’s a sacred artifact. “I had to. Your face in that first one?”

Kyle narrows his eyes like he’s debating retaliation. “You think you’re funny.”

“I think I’m hilarious,” you say through another peal of laughter.

Before you can say more, he lunges forward and grabs your face between his hands—not roughly, but with the kind of chaotic determination Kyle always brings to things when he’s half-annoyed and half-in-love. Your laughter cuts off in a breathy gasp just as he presses a wet, gloss-smudged kiss to your cheek. Then another. And another. He’s fast, relentless, planting kisses on your forehead, your temple, the tip of your nose. Each kiss leaves a faint sticky imprint of the peach gloss you put on him just minutes earlier.

You shriek in surprise and start laughing again, squirming in his grip. “Kyle! You’re getting it everywhere!”

“That’s the point,” he says, grinning against your jaw before pressing another kiss just below it. “You wanna make me look ridiculous? Cool. Now we both look ridiculous.”

You try to wriggle away, but he only holds your face tighter, smothering you in kisses like he’s trying to cover every square inch of your skin. You’re giggling so hard tears are starting to form at the corners of your eyes. He’s laughing now too—low and warm—his breath brushing against your ear as he leans in for one last kiss, this one lingering on the corner of your mouth.

When he finally pulls back, you’re both a mess. Your cheeks are covered in glossy, half-transferred lip prints. Kyle’s curls have fallen slightly out of the clips, one drooping off to the side. Your comforter is all bunched up from the chaos, and your phone has somehow ended up under your leg, screen still on the camera app.

You catch your breath, looking at him through slightly misty eyes, your chest still rising and falling from all the laughing. Kyle is flushed, smiling despite himself, his freckles glowing under the leftover shimmer.

He lets out a long, theatrical sigh and gets up, like sitting still any longer would be giving you more ammunition. Crossing the room, he stands in front of the mirror over your desk, eyes narrowing as he squints at his reflection. He slowly, carefully removes the butterfly clips from his hair, setting them on your desk like they’re going to explode. His curls spring back into place with a life of their own, forming a halo around his flushed face.

“This is some kind of psychological warfare,” he mutters, mostly to himself. “I don’t know what kind, but I know it is.”

You get up behind him, stretching before stepping close and leaning into his space. “What, looking this good? Yeah, I can see how that’s threatening.”

Kyle shoots you a look in the mirror. “No, you turning me into a goddamn oil painting and then acting like it’s normal. That’s threatening.”

You wrap your arms around his waist from behind, your chin resting between his shoulder blades. “Come on,” you say, voice warm and teasing. “You like how you look.”

He scoffs. “I look like I give people unsolicited advice about Radiohead albums.”

You grin, then lean in and kiss him. It’s not rushed or silly this time—no gloss-smearing, no theatrics. Just a soft kiss, lips pressed to his with just enough pressure to make his breath hitch. His hand drifts to your waist, hesitant at first, then steady. When you pull away, your eyes still half-lidded, he blinks at you, dazed.

He clears his throat. “Okay. That was... suspiciously convincing.”

You smirk. “Told you.”

He groans again, dragging a hand down his face like he’s trying to physically reset his brain. “God. I can feel my dignity melting off like a popsicle.”

You let go of him and drift across the room to your little stack of CDs, crouching in front of the shelf. Kyle, already recovering from his spiral, perks up a little.

“Wait, are you actually gonna put something on?” he asks, stepping closer.

“I dunno,” you say casually, flipping through jewel cases. “Unless you think your delicate ego can’t handle a little Sade.”

Kyle doesn’t even pretend to roll his eyes. “Okay, first of all? Sade is objectively flawless. Second of all, don’t act like you’re the one putting me on to this—I was burning CDs in fifth grade while everyone else was downloading Pitbull.”

You laugh softly and pull out Love Deluxe. “Exactly why I keep you around.”

He mutters something like “unbelievable” under his breath but watches intently as you open the player and slide the disc in. The room fills with warm, slow synths and Sade’s voice—smooth, timeless, rich enough to melt straight through the walls.

You turn back to him, holding out your hand. “Come on. Dance with me.”

Kyle freezes like you’ve just offered to set him on fire. “What? No. No-no. I already hit my humiliation quota for the day. I'm not slow-dancing like I’m at a middle school lock-in.”

You raise your brows. “You’d rather sit there looking emotionally overwhelmed while Sade plays in the background? That's even more embarrassing.”

He doesn’t move, arms folded tightly, eyes darting toward the window like someone might be filming this and sending it to Cartman.

“I swear to God, if you try to twirl me—”

“I won’t,” you interrupt, stepping closer and taking his hand anyway. “Just—come on.”

Kyle groans again—long, theatrical—but lets you pull him into the middle of the room. His hand settles awkwardly at your waist, his other hand laced with yours, his whole body tense like a board.

“You know this is how cults start, right?” he mutters. “Some idiot says, ‘Hey, just dance a little,’ and then three weeks later you’re living in a tent in the desert with no socks and a shaved head.”

You start moving gently, guiding him into a slow, swaying rhythm. “If you think dancing in a dorm room to a 1992 masterpiece is cult behavior, I think your threshold for danger is too low.”

“I’m just saying—” he starts, then falters as you lean your head against his shoulder, your fingers pressing just slightly into the fabric of his hoodie. He quiets after that, moving a little more naturally, less like he’s being marched into a trap.

Eventually, he exhales—not a groan this time, not exasperated, just… present. The tension in his frame finally eases. His thumb brushes across the back of your hand. He doesn’t say anything else, and you don’t press him. His breath evens out, and his movements grow less self-conscious, the sway between you settling into something natural. Sade hums through the room like a low tide rolling in, and the two of you dance in the soft amber of the fading afternoon, neither of you feeling the need to fill the silence.

You stay like that for a while, just swaying. His arm around your waist feels more certain now, and the weight of his hand in yours is grounding. Kyle still glances around like someone’s going to bust in with a camera and ruin the moment, but he doesn’t pull away. The faint smell of his shampoo lingers in the air—green tea or something natural and vaguely overpriced—and you smile against his shoulder. This is Kyle when he lets his walls down: quiet, warm, thoughtful. Still suspicious of joy, but willing to meet it halfway.

Then, a new track begins—“Kiss of Life.” The opening chords ease into the air like velvet, and your eyes snap open. You look up at him like a kid who just spotted their favorite candy in the checkout line.

“Oh my God,” you gasp, eyes wide. “Kyle. It’s the song.”

He looks down at you like you’ve just told him the apocalypse has been rescheduled for ten minutes from now. “Please don’t.”

Too late. You pull back just enough to start dramatically mouthing the words, your free hand to your chest like you’re onstage. You start singing—not gracefully, not softly, but loud and deliberately terrible, eyes locked on his like you're daring him to judge you. “There must have been an angel by my side—”

Kyle groans immediately, squeezing his eyes shut. “I can’t believe this is happening. I knew I shouldn't have let you near the CD player. You're a musical terrorist.”

You grin wider and continue, putting extra emphasis on every syllable like you’re starring in a soap opera. Kyle mutters under his breath, calling you a menace, a walking cringe compilation, a disgrace to Sade. He even tries to spin you away just to dodge your voice, but you spin right back into him, louder.

He pinches the bridge of his nose and groans again. “You are so embarrassing.”

But then the chorus builds, the swell of sound like a perfect setup, and you hold your breath, staring at him. He locks eyes with you—his gaze flat, unimpressed, but his mouth twitching at the corners—and finally, just as the line hits, he sings one lyric, deadpan and perfectly in tune:

“You gave me the kiss of life…”

You gasp like you just witnessed a miracle. “You sang it!”

“Shut up,” Kyle mutters, already regretting it. “That was a moment of weakness. I blacked out.”

You burst into laughter, almost doubling over as he groans dramatically, hands flying up like he’s surrendering to the sheer chaos of being in love with you. But before you can recover, he catches your hand again and—without a word—spins you. You twirl in place, startled, laughing even harder, and then his arms catch you smoothly around the waist, dipping you back with surprising confidence.

You blink up at him, a little breathless, eyes wide as your hand clutches his shoulder.

“I swear to God, if you drop me—”

But before you can finish, he leans down and kisses you.

This kiss is different. Firm. Confident. Not messy or teasing, but real and serious, even if it’s layered in a hundred little inside jokes and everything ridiculous you’ve shared in the last hour. His hand cradles your back carefully, and for a second, you forget everything else. The dorm room, the CD player, the gloss still probably smeared across your face—it all disappears under the warmth of him.

When he pulls back, your head’s still tilted in his hand, and he smirks at you—just a little.

“You’re still tone-deaf, by the way.”

You grin, chest full, heart stupid and light. “And you’re a drama queen with a hidden talent for twirling.”

Kyle rolls his eyes but doesn’t let go. The music keeps playing, soft and steady in the background, and he doesn't look like he wants to be anywhere else.

this actually made me like kyle... i guess he isn't so bad

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[thenerdyalchemist]

Mini comic about those fullmetal alchemist side characters

[luveline]

How about ploy marauders going to a party and Sirius promised to do readers make up, but is late so the other two are making an attempt. Sure they might know how to do Sirius's messy style, but do they know big dramatic styles? Can James do a perfect wing?

<3 fem, 1k

“Can you stay still?” Remus asks, turning your face a half inch where it’s held in his hand. 

“Can James stop kissing me?” you ask. 

James pulls his face from the curve of your neck, the warmth of his lips lingering on your skin. “Sorry, are you busy?” 

“You’re supposed to be helping.”

“Don’t act like you weren’t enjoying yourself.” 

You smile. Remus rubs the softest curve under your eye with his thumb, the tip of his tongue sticking out between his lips. He doesn’t know he’s doing it, concentrating instead on your face and the wetness of your makeup where it’s beginning to sink in. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” he sighs. 

“You know better than I do,” James says. 

You don’t know a thing about it, that’s why you’d arranged for Sirius to do your makeup tonight before Marl’s birthday bash, but where is your awful boyfriend? Late, decidedly unavailable for makeup-ing. 

“You’ve done his mascara a thousand times,” James argues with Remus. 

“Yes, but Sirius has never asked me to do his blush.” Remus’ hand moves to the side of your face. “You are lovely, though. I think using only a little of everything is working in our favour.” 

“Sirius only lets him do mascara because he already has nice eyelashes,” you worry. It won’t matter if Remus messes up or doesn’t get close enough to the root. 

“Yes, and because he likes it when Remus holds his face like that,” James points out, eyeing Remus’ hand where it stays at your cheek. Remus has long fingers, ever-so slightly thick with two golden rings that kiss your chin as he lets his hand fall, and he’s always gentle. 

“James, I’m tapping out.” 

James pretends to roll up sleeves he isn’t wearing, your bulkiest boyfriend in a short-sleeved t-shirt that showcases the lean muscle of his forearms, the not so lean ridges of his biceps. They tense as he sits up, his knee jabbing yours, the bed creaking dangerously beneath your angled weight. “What’s there left to do? She’s gorgeous.” 

“What did you want?” Remus asks you. 

“Uh, I wanted, you know…” You sound ridiculously shy. You wish you could just do all of this faff by yourself rather than force their attention, but neither boy seems annoyed. “He does that smudgey eyeliner, it makes my eyes look bigger. And lipgloss, but I can do that myself.” 

“Are you kidding? That’s the best part,” James says. He gives you a smile confident enough to reassure you and handsome enough to make you shy from his touch all over again. “Pass me the black pencil, Remus. I’ve got this.” 

James does not got this, his expression melding from happy, adoring, to perturbed, and then annoyed. “Aw, I’ve fucked it.” 

Remus shakes his head vehemently. “You haven’t! We just need a wet wipe.” 

They search the room for Sirius’ wet wipes and come up empty-handed. A towel is wetted and taken carefully to your eyes instead, cold and rough on your eyelids. 

“Be gentler,” Remus whispers. 

James is practically atop you know, your chin tilted up to his hand. “Sorry,” he whispers in turn, then to you solely, “‘m I hurting you?” 

“No.” You’re whispering too. It feels appropriate; they’re both very close to you, and this movement might fix or ruin your makeup with the party’s start time drawing ever closer. 

“I think I’ve fixed it,” James says, taking the pencil up again, the nib soft as it rolls over the corner of your eye. “Sirius can perfect it in the car, right?” 

“I thought you were good at everything?” you ask. 

James turns your face up impossibly higher, craning his head down for a peck. “Yes,” he whispers severely, “I’m good at everything. But Sirius is usually better. Quick, let’s find your lipgloss before we’re late.” 

Remus tries to tell James that it isn’t true, a serious conversation at a bad time, and James won’t listen to a word of it. They quibble over who’s doing your lipgloss, bathe you in compliments when they’re done —aw, dove, you look so cute, and cute? she looks perfect— then suddenly an abrupt beep is sounding outside. The three of you scramble into your jackets and down the stairs, meeting Sirius where he leans against the car. He throws the keys to Remus, ushering you into the backseat with him for some last minute clean up. 

“Hey, they’ve done a good job,” he praises, another hand on your face to turn it up kindly to the light. “Did you bring your lipgloss?”  

You nod quickly and dig for it in your jacket. 

“What!” James says from the front, turning in the passenger seat to complain. “That’s the one thing we did perfectly.” 

The car starts. Remus laughs to himself behind the steering wheel. 

“Did I say otherwise?” Sirius asks, letting his fingers curve toward the back of your neck. Pale in the light, eyes lit with something funny you’ve yet to hear, he dips in close to you and talks quietly, “I’m sorry, I promised I’d do your makeup for the party. But you’ve all done well without me, you look perfect, especially your lips.” 

“Then what did you want it for?” you ask, confused, your seat belt pulling as Sirius encourages you forward. 

“To reapply.” He taps your neck with a fingertip. “Spare a kiss? I promise I’ll fix any mess.” 

Commotion from the front seat.

“James–” Remus warns. 

“What? I want to watch.” 

“Freak,” Sirius says lovingly. 

“How am I a freak? She’s my girlfriend, you’re my boyfriend, and you’re doing that voice like you’re gonna lay her down in the back seat.” 

“James.” 

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[iamgonnagetyouback]

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SUMMARY ৎ୭ ever since you and james met as kids on that old park bench, it’s been your special place. so, as a surprise, you get a tiny tattoo of it—but when you show james, his reaction is definitely not what you anticipated

WARNINGS ಇ. mentions of tattoos & needles, mentions of fainting (james, of course), fluff

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You were buzzing with excitement as you practically skipped down the Hogwarts corridors, barely resisting the urge to grab the nearest person and scream, "I got a tattoo!" But no, this was for James. This was his surprise.

Well, technically, it was your surprise for him, but semantics.

It had taken weeks of planning, a not-so-legal trip to a tattoo shop in Hogsmeade (courtesy of Sirius’ uncanny ability to charm anyone into bending the rules), and an impressive pain tolerance on your part. And now, right on your wrist, forever inked into your skin, was the tiniest, most delicate drawing of a park bench.

Your park bench. The one where you and James had first met as kids, years before Hogwarts, when he had very gallantly offered you half of his chocolate frog (and then proceeded to eat the whole thing himself because, in his defense, he forgot). It was the place where your friendship had started, the place where he had asked you out, and, most importantly, the place where he had fallen off said bench trying to impress you with an ill-advised backflip.

You burst into the Gryffindor common room, immediately spotting James lounging on the couch, his legs thrown over Sirius’ lap as they argued over some Quidditch play. Peter and Remus were off to the side, placing silent bets on who would give in first.

“James!” you called, practically vibrating. “I have a surprise for you.”

James sat up immediately, eyes lighting up. “For me?” He beamed. “Is it a puppy? Is it a broom? Is it a puppy on a broom?”

You rolled your eyes, dropping onto the couch beside him. “Better. Look.”

You extended your wrist, presenting your fresh tattoo like it was the Crown Jewels. James blinked, leaning in closer. His nose almost brushed your skin as he squinted at the tiny bench.

“It’s…” His voice trailed off before realization dawned in his eyes. “Is that—?”

“The park bench,” you confirmed, grinning. “Where we first met. I wanted something to remind me of you forever.”

For a second, James just stared, expression unreadable. And then—

“You let someone stab you repeatedly?” His voice cracked halfway through, and you barely had time to process before he was cradling your wrist like it was made of glass. “Why would you do that? That must have hurt! Are you okay? Do you need a Healer? I could get Poppy! I—”

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake,” Sirius groaned from the other side of the couch, rolling his eyes. “James, it’s a tattoo, not a mortal wound. Look at me, I’ve got loads, and I turned out amazing.”

James shot him a glare. “You passed out when you got your first one, Pads.”

“That’s irrelevant.” Sirius waved a dismissive hand, adjusting his sleeve to show the tattoo of a star on his forearm. “Besides, mine are all cool and mysterious, not tiny benches of sentimentality.”

“I think it’s brilliant,” Remus said mildly, sipping his tea.

Peter nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, very romantic. And brave. Braver than James, who still faints when Pomfrey takes his blood.”

James gasped, scandalized. “That was one time—”

“It was last week,” Remus deadpanned.

You snorted, shaking your head. “James, I’m fine. It barely hurt, and I love it.” You nudged him. “Do you love it?”

James sighed dramatically, looking between you and the tiny bench like it had personally betrayed him. Then, finally, he huffed, tugging you into his arms. “I love it. But if you ever get another one, I’m coming with you. For… supervision purposes.”

“Uh-huh,” Sirius snorted. “So you can faint into my arms again?”

James pointedly ignored him, pressing a kiss to your wrist. “You’re ridiculous,” he murmured. “But I adore you anyway.”

You grinned, kissing his cheek. “Good. Because I was already thinking of getting another one.”

James groaned loudly, dropping his head onto your shoulder. Sirius, however, perked up.

“Oh, I’m helping pick the next one.”

And just like that, James’ nightmare had only just begun.

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[astrow1zar6]

Astro Observations- 38

Aries suns with Scorpio moons can be big adrenaline junkies. They need to do something dangerous that makes them feel alive. They can be extreme sometimes such as fast driving, mixing substances ect. They don’t feel like they’re living if they aren’t experiencing enough intensity. They should learn to focus this energy in healthier ways such as maybe exercising and sports.

Pisces Mercury’s often did art to express their emotions when younger. I’ve seen Pisces Mercurys who struggled to logically explain how they feel so they would draw or make crafts to show what they were feeling. Their emotions a lot of the times are too complex and intense to explain with only words. They work better with visuals. They could’ve also been better visual learners compared to people giving straightforward instructions when in a classroom setting (they are usually very imaginative).

Mars in Scorpios can have a hard time keeping friends and partners because of how intense they can be. When hurt they can say some really scary fucked up things that can make people want to distance themselves away. ESPECIALLY when they get jealous. They can be super cut throat with their words.

Taurus Venus’s usually came from households where they were exposed to really good food. Either they had enough money in their childhoods to afford high quality ingredients or they came from a family who cooked a lot. This can cause them to be natural cooks themselves. Usually indulged a lot as a child.

Aquarius suns either give IT girl/boy too cool for you vibes or they’re complete weirdos with a school shooter vibe no in between.

I believe Taurus suns are way more jealous than Scorpio suns

Leo moons tend to be the most awkward Leo placement. They have this dorkiness about them which most people don’t expect but I’ve seen it a lot. They can also be very childishly dramatic about very minor problems. Any little inconvenience is seen as a tragedy. However they usually are extremely talented in one area (usually art related) I’ve seen a lot of musicians and drama kids have this placement.

I’d love to have a Sagittarius moon yall seem like you generally don’t give a f*ck what people think and I’m here for it. Such a happy moon sign. However your good vibes 24/7 attitude can make others believe you’re insensitive or shallow.

I notice a lack of fire in the chart can cause a person to go into depression easier. It’s harder to be optimistic.

Venus in 2nd house isn’t just about being rich it also has to do with self esteem as well! When these people are really on the right path they can live such a favorable life! These are the girls you see on YouTube who’s morning routine is waking up at 6, eating a balanced breakfast, moisturize and exfoliate and exercise all before 8 lmao. Usually they don’t start making good money until they fix their self worth but once they do it’s like they flow with the universe without much obstacles. But when struggling with your self esteem you can become bad with your money and be very greedy and jealous of others success so be careful!

Venus in 7th house people are so lucky with relationships. It’s like they just slide into romantic relationships so easily & naturally. So many people want to cuff them up it’s insane. They tend to get along with a lot of different personalities. Very diverse people which attracts people to them like magnets. However, they can be very codependent and do poorly when alone.

Pisces suns are either extremely wise or super foolish and immature. They also always look like they don’t know what’s going on whether they actually do or really don’t😭 even if they are listening to everything your saying it looks like they have nothing going on in their minds like they got a lobotomy lmao (sometimes tho they really don’t know what’s going on, especially Pisces mercs)

Mercury in Capricorns are normally super smart. Street wise and book wise. They can come off as intimidating tho sometimes because of how intelligent they come off. They also have a vibe that can lowkey make people feel unwelcome like you’re too dumb to talk to them💀 (similar to cap risings). They tend to surround themselves with people older/more mature than them they can really get put off but younger acting energies.

Sag risings can be SOOO loud. Especially when they get excited or drunk.

Having a Sun in Aries and a Cancer moon seems like the most difficult sun/moon placements to have together. You have this tough exterior and such a vulnerable interior that no one knows about so people usually treat you harshly not knowing it’s really hard for you to take that☹️ also struggles a lot with being vulnerable to anyone.

Every Pisces Mars woman I’ve ever met was so dazzling to look at. They have such an ultra feminine nature that’s almost ethereal.

[cosmiclily]

Hi, Vi x Reader, where Reader is hanging out with Vi at her place and she wants to paint Vi nails with designs on it. Reader decided to do French tips nails with designs on it and Vi said okay. Reader took like 30 minutes to do Vi’s nails and when she was done. Vi took a look and she was stunned and she grabbed Reader and kissed her hard.

matching

vi x f!reader

wc: 977

notes: i want her so bad guys 😭😭😭😭 oh to have matching nails with my beautiful wife. can you believe a video about couples matching nails showed up to me on tiktok yesterday 🤔 i think it’s a sign

You were spending the weekend at Vi’s place, and as much as you loved your girlfriend, there wasn’t much to do at 8 p.m. on a Saturday night. The two of you were laying on her couch, face masks on (courtesy of you), lazily doom-scrolling through social media with the occasional half-hearted comment about whatever nonsense popped up on your feeds.

It wasn’t exactly the most eventful evening. In fact, you were bored out of your mind—until a video caught your eye.

It was a cute montage of couples getting matching nail designs, their hands intertwined, fingers adorned with tiny, coordinated patterns. The idea hit you instantly.

"You know what I think you should let me do?" You turned to Vi, a finger tapping against your chin like you were deep in thought, but really, you were plotting. Obviously.

Vi, sensing trouble, arched an eyebrow. "Oh boy”she muttered. "What now?"

You grinned, turning your phone toward her so she could see the video. "I think you should let me paint your nails. And I’ll do mine too, so we match!"

Vi’s expression immediately turned skeptical. "No way."

"Yes way," you countered, sitting up straighter. "Come on, it’ll be fun! And it’s not like we have anything better to do."

"I can think of, like, ten things we could do instead," she said, crossing her arms. "Most of which don’t involve me looking like I just walked out of a salon."

You huffed dramatically. "Vi, it’s just nail polish." Then, narrowing your eyes, you added, "Unless… are you scared you’ll actually like it?"

That did it.

Vi scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Please. I’m not scared of anything."

"Good," you said smugly, already reaching for your bag. "I bought some nail polishes, there aren’t many options, but it will do."

Vi groaned, but there was a small, amused smile tugging at her lips as she watched you excitedly lay out the polishes.

"Now, pick a color, babe. Or I’ll pick for you."

Vi sighed, eyeing the selection before reluctantly reaching for a dark red polish. "Fine. But if anyone sees this, I’m telling them you forced me."

You beamed, grabbing her hand and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. "Deal. Now, give me those hands so I can make them look prettier."

Easier said than done.

What should’ve been a simple nail-painting session quickly turned into a twenty-minute debate over what design to go for. You scrolled through different options, furrowing your brows in concentration while Vi sat there, her patience slowly wearing thin.

"I don’t know if I want just the little stars or something else..." you murmured, chewing on your bottom lip as you flipped between pictures.

Vi groaned, tilting her head back dramatically. "Just pick whichever you like the most, princess."

"That’s the problem," you pouted, turning your phone toward her. "I like all of them."

Vi sighed, slumping further into the couch. "If it’s any help, I like the stars and the little lines at the bottom of the nails," she offered, tracing vague shapes in the air with her finger.

You squinted at her movements. "...French tips?"

"Yeah, that." Vi nodded, glad you understood her terrible attempt at drawing.

You hummed in thought, glancing back at the designs before an idea struck. "Wait. What if I do both?"

"Both?" Vi gave you a skeptical look.

"Yeah! Like, little stars on some nails and French tips on the others. It’ll be cute!" Your excitement was contagious, and despite herself, Vi couldn’t help but crack a smile.

"Alright, alright," she said, shaking her head. "Do whatever makes you happy, pretty."

You immediately got to work, holding Vi’s hand gently in yours as you carefully painted the base coat. She watched you with an amused look, lips twitching as you stuck your tongue out in concentration.

"You’re really into this, huh?"

"Obviously," you said without looking up. "You have great nails, Vi. I can’t waste this opportunity."

Vi chuckled, leaning her head against the back of the couch.

A comfortable silence settled between you as you worked, the only sounds being the occasional clinking of polish bottles and Vi’s soft breathing. Every now and then, she’d sneak a glance at your face—how focused you were, how gentle your touch felt. It was... nice.

By the time you finished, you pulled back, admiring your work with a satisfied grin. "Ta-da! Perfect."

Vi lifted her hands, inspecting the tiny stars and crisp French tips. "...Okay, I hate to admit it, but this actually looks kinda cool."

"You love it," you teased, nudging her playfully.

Vi rolled her eyes but didn't deny it. She looked down at her nails, then back up at you, taking in the proud, satisfied smile on your face. The way your eyes lit up when you were excited, the way your nose scrunched in concentration, the way you always roped her into these little things just to spend time together.

Before she could think twice, she leaned in, pressing her lips against yours.

You let out a surprised squeak before melting into the kiss, laughing softly against her lips.

“Vi,” you mumbled between kisses, “be careful with your nails, they’re still wet!”

She smirked, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. "Worth it."

You huffed, trying to act annoyed, but the warmth in your chest betrayed you. "If you smudge them, you're fixing them."

Vi grinned, her fingers brushing against your jaw. "Deal. But only if I get another kiss after."

You rolled your eyes but pulled her back in anyway. "Fine. Just don't ruin my masterpiece."

"Yeah, yeah," Vi said, smirking as she flexed her fingers, admiring the design again. Then, with a teasing glint in her eyes, she added, "But now you have to match me."

You giggled, already reaching for the brush. "Oh, don’t worry, I plan to."

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[reysdriver]

Hey darlin'! I just saw your one-shots and i REALLY love them!! I need morr about Eddie with Hopper!Reader <33 Please!! A fluff or a smut where the Reader have to deal with her father. Hope you can answer. Have a nice day!! ✨️

-🩷

You and Eddie try to have a chill night in, but it's difficult when you have the world's most paranoid chief of police as a father — eddie x fem!hopper!reader fluff

warnings: none

words: 1.2k

a/n: thanks for submitting a request! I'm sorry it took so long, I've been so busy lately, and I'm sorry I couldn't figure out how to end it lmao but I really hope you like this fic!!

Even though your dad knew about you and Eddie dating, he was definitely not as okay with it as you would have hoped, but honestly more than you had expected. 

He had met Eddie a few times since he found out you were in romantic cahoots with the familiar criminal, and despite your fears, they had gotten along quite well despite their history and their differences. But no matter how many things they actually had in common, no father would fully trust Eddie Munson to be alone with his little girl. 

“Door open three inches!” Your dad called from the couch. “You know the rules!”

You rolled your eyes, standing up from the bed to open the door to Hopper’s liking. 

The door was open three inches, and you swore that it was the draft causing the door to move slightly, but you knew your dad would never believe you. 

“Seriously, Dad?” You asked him. 

“Rules are rules.” He confirmed. “If you don’t like it, then the boyfriend can go.”

You let out a heavy, dramatic sigh before returning to your boyfriend, who was currently sketching out a Dungeons and Dragons character based on you for his new campaign. 

Eddie looked up from his paper when you sat back down next to him. “You can do a lot with three inches, you know?”

You put a finger over his mouth—which he playfully tried to bite—and you shushed him while holding back a laugh at his incredibly stupid, albeit funny, joke. 

“He’s gonna hear you, and he’s gonna drag you out of here. Keep drawing.”

He put the finishing touches on his design, then let out a sound of satisfaction over it before turning the notebook so you could see it better. 

“I think I did pretty good.” Your boyfriend proclaimed. “She’s almost as pretty as you.”

Oh, how you lucked out with this mysterious dork. You thanked him by pressing a quick kiss on his cheek before your dad became suspicious of you two once again. 

“You think I should get it as some ink?” Eddie asked you. 

“Like, you want to get it tattooed?”

Eddie nodded, eyes going back and forth between you and the cartoon version of you that he just made. 

“Absolutely not.” You replied. 

“What? Why not? Do you not love me enough to let me tattoo you on me?”

He was ridiculous, staring at you with big, fake puppy dog eyes and a pleading lip. 

“Of course I love you, but as your girlfriend, I also need to stop you from doing stupid things.”

“What if I keep your tattoo separate from the creepy skulls and spiders?”

Well, that was an offer you almost couldn’t refuse. Even though it was tempting, you would never let him know that he can get to you like that, so you played it cool.

“Ask me again in a year.”

His face erupted into a devilish smile and he held his hands to his chest like a cartoon character in love. 

“I’m getting a tramp stamp of my girlfriend in a year!”

Before you could protest his proclamation, he pulled you into his arms in what you hoped was just a teasing gesture rather than a genuine expression of excitement for something you were certainly not going to let happen. 

Just a second later, your dad cleared his throat very pointedly, which practically frightened you out of your boyfriend’s arms. 

“El wants to watch a movie.” He announced. “Come watch with us.”

You sat up and shook your head lightly. “Um, no thanks, Dad. We’ll pass on that.”

Your dad raised an eyebrow and looked at Eddie’s arm around your waist. “You have something better to do?”

It was at that point that you knew him telling you about your sister and the movie was an order, not an invitation. You bit the inside of your cheek and luckily, Eddie spoke up before you could say something snarky. 

“A movie sounds great, chief. Count us in.”

“Good.” Hopper said curtly before turning around to the living room. 

Eddie stood up and started teasingly pulling you off the bed. You laid down and let out an annoyed groan, resisting his attempts to move you. 

“C’mon, babe, movie time.” Eddie encouraged. 

“It’s just gonna be The Wild Bunch. That’s one of their favourite movies and I know El’s been wanting to see it again lately.” You mumbled. “I’d much rather stay here with you.”

“Well, your dad might never let me back in your house if he thinks I’m trying anything with his daughter in the other room, so we have to. Plus, I like The Wild Bunch too.”

Your face formed an exaggerated frown as you finally got up off the bed. 

Eddie smiled and escorted you to the living room. And although you had just started to build up excitement within you for this movie night, it already got worse. 

El was in her favourite recliner—the VHS case for The Wild Bunch was on her lap, you called it—but your dad had plopped himself down in the exact middle of the couch. Not only did you have to watch a movie with your family instead of chilling with your boyfriend, but you couldn’t even sit next to him because your dad hates the idea of you having fun. 

Before you knew it, you were in a full on stare-down with the Hawkins chief of police. 

“Take a seat.” He said passive aggressively. 

“I want to sit next to Eddie, Dad. Could you move over?”

He shook his head. “I’m not falling for any of your tricks. I was a teenager once.”

“Yeah, like a thousand years ago.” You mumbled. 

The comment was quiet but your dad still heard it. 

“Careful, any attitude and I’ll assume it came from the moron and he won’t be allowed back in the house.”

You looked over at Eddie with a defeated expression on your face. He looked back at you, sympathetic and willing to comply—the latter was a complete switch from his normal mood.

Your boyfriend understood completely why your dad was worried about you and Eddie dating, but that didn’t mean he was happy about it. Of course, Eddie was willing to do whatever he could to seem like the boyfriend every parent would want for their daughter—he really was, some people just couldn’t look past the exterior shell to see it—so he held his tongue and went along with anything. 

The two of you sat down on opposite sides of the couch, separated by your relentless father. 

“Alright, El, play the movie.” Hopper said. 

He then leaned back and kept his eyes on the television in front of you all. 

Eddie soon caught your gaze from across the couch, and he stretched his arm behind his head, oh so conveniently placing it a few inches from your shoulder.

You grinned at him, keeping it subtle, and took his hand in yours. 

The two of you watched the rest of the film like that, holding hands in that slightly uncomfortable way, and the night wasn’t as insufferable as it seemed like it was going to be. All thanks to Eddie, of course.

[annievrse]

hold tight!

roronoa zoro x reader —ᡣ𐭩 fic summary: franky's version of the waver from skypiea has everyone excited!!! w/c: 2.2k a/n: happy holidays! this is real this happened to me two days ago on a jetski, so i had to make it zoro because its better to write fanfic about characters than daydream about the impossible irl

The entrance to the new island is a dramatic sight—towering cliffs rise on either side, their jagged peaks piercing the sky like the spines of some ancient beast. The narrow passage between them is barely wide enough for a small boat, let alone the Thousand Sunny. The dark, churning waters below them add to the sense of foreboding, and the cliffs almost close in on themselves as if daring anyone to enter. Thick vines hang from the rocks, draping down like curtains of green, and the air smells of salt and earth.

To combat the problem of the Sunny being unable to pass through the cliffs, Franky, always ready to rise to the occasion, introduces his latest invention with his trademark flair. With a wide grin, he steps forward and announces the arrival of the seated Waver, a new addition to the Sunny's ever-growing transport arsenal.

When Luffy complained about the old Waver from Skypiea being annoying and having nowhere to sit, Franky took it as a personal challenge. He wasted no time designing something to solve the problem and impress his captain.

The result is a sleek, streamlined Waver with a comfortable seat, sturdy grips, and the perfect balance of speed and stability—a far cry from the old, seatless model. It’s built for comfort and thrill, and it’s clear from the first test ride that Franky’s creation is a hit.

With his usual enthusiasm, Luffy grabs the handlebars from the Sunny's figurehead and practically flings himself onto the Waver.

“My turn!” His infectious excitement fills the air, and before anyone can stop him, he revs the engine, sending water spraying behind him like a wild stallion kicking up dust.

“Careful!” Nami scolds from where she sits on a second one. “Do you want to fall in?”

Luffy just laughs, his signature grin lighting up his face. The Waver is far easier to handle than the old seatless ones from Skypiea, and Luffy’s thrilled with how quickly he’s mastering it.

You lean against the bow, watching the scene unfold, with Robin standing quietly beside you.

“Do you think they’re safe?” You ask her, eyes flicking toward the speeding Luffy. Robin tilts her head, her expression unreadable.

“Franky seems confident,” She replies with a slight shrug.

“Hey!" Nami yells your name. "You joining us or what?”

You glance back at Robin, who gives you a soft, knowing smile. "I'll be fine, go."

You nod and turn toward the sea to find the rest of your crew.

Franky operates a third Waver with Chopper and Brook, and somehow, Sanji ends up on the second with Luffy, his fists white with how hard he's holding onto the seat.

The ladder dangles over the side of the Sunny and into the water, and you look at it with apprehension. Taking a deep breath, you climb over the edge and carefully slip your foot onto the first rope.

The sea breeze hits your face as you reach the bottom of the ladder, the water shimmering under the bright sun. Nami zips before you, her hands firmly gripping the controls and her fiery expression unmistakable.

You jump in the water and swim over to the back of the Waver, climbing aboard and shuffling to sit behind Nami.

“Come on, hurry up!” Luffy shouts over his shoulder, his voice carrying over the water. Sanji winces and squeezes his eyes shut as Luffy hits a wave. “It’s awesome!”

“Ready?” Nami asks, drawing your attention back to her. But before you can answer, you hear a familiar grunt behind you.

“Oi, wait up. I’m not getting on one with the cook," Zoro yells, deep and reluctant.

"Get on this one then," Nami rolls her eyes, not bothering to look back at the swordsman.

You turn to see him standing on the last rope of the ladder, clearly not thrilled by the idea of riding one of Franky’s new contraptions. But true to his word, he’s already swimming toward you. His eyes narrow slightly as he hauls himself out of the water and onto the Waver, clearly uncomfortable with the idea.

“Zoro,” You start, raising an eyebrow. “You really want to ride with us?”

He grunts with his usual grumpy expression in place.

“I'm not getting on with the cook," He repeats, disgust painting his features. His gaze lingers on your face, though, and then he looks away.

You laugh. “Fine, but you’re sitting behind me."

Zoro's expression darkens, and he mutters something under his breath.

"Hurry up," Nami snaps. "Luffy's almost there."

With that, he awkwardly steps behind you, leaning slightly against your back as he settles into place, his hands gripping the sides of the Waver. You can feel the nervousness radiating from him, his posture stiff as he adjusts to the unspoken closeness.

His leg muscles press against yours, and the five-inch inseam shorts he chose to wear does nothing to stop the heat rising to your face.

Nami, noticing the restlessness building between you two, grins cheekily.

“Aw, look at this,” She teases, her voice dripping with amusement. “Zoro, you’re gonna sit right there?"

Zoro stiffens behind you, his grip on the Waver's sides tightening.

“Shut it, witch,” He growls. "Where else am I gonna sit?"

She glances over her shoulder at Zoro and winks. “You two look like you’re having fun together. How’s the view from back there, Zoro? I bet you’re really enjoying yourself.”

You feel Zoro’s body go taut with irritation, but before he can snap back, Nami revs the engine, the Waver surging forward and pulling you into motion. His thighs press more firmly against yours with the movement, the sudden closeness sparking a familiar feeling in your chest.

“Hold on!” Nami calls out, laughing as she steers the Waver expertly through the waves.

The wind whips past you as Nami expertly maneuvers, the thrill of the ride and Zoro's breath in your ear quickening your heartbeat. The ocean spray hits your face, and the waves beneath you shift unpredictably, sending the Waver swerving.

Suddenly, you hit a particularly rough patch, and the Waver tilts sharply, throwing you off balance. You instinctively reach for the Navigator before you, but your hands slip off her wet shoulders.

For a split second, the surface of the Waver is disappearing under you—you’re going to fall in.

You yelp, your body leaning dangerously to one side as the Waver tilts further, the sharp spray of seawater splashing into your face. You can feel yourself losing traction, your heart racing as you flail to stay steady.

And then, in a flash, you feel a strong hand grip your waist, yanking you back toward the centre of the Waver.

The warmth of his hand on your waist is immediate and intense, his fingers digging into your sides to steady you as his other arm wraps around you to pull you upright. For a moment, it feels like everything has frozen, the world narrowing to the feeling of his hands on you, your back pressed into his chest. The movement of the Waver makes it hard to focus, but you can feel Zoro’s presence behind you—his body tensed, his breath sharp against your ear as he fights to keep both of you from falling.

“Gotcha,” Zoro growls, his voice low but steady, his hand holding you firm. "Easy."

You instinctively grip his forearm for support, your heart thudding louder. The contact feels uncomfortably intimate, but the shock of nearly falling off the Waver keeps you from dwelling on it for too long.

As the watercraft straightens out, your exhale is shaky, and your heart is still racing.

"Everyone okay?" Nami yells over the waves. You nod, though she can't see.

“I mean, it's nice to know that Zoro's got your back—literally,” She says, her tone playful but laced with that unmistakable edge of teasing. “Don’t let him get too comfortable, though, or he might not want to let go.”

Zoro doesn’t remove his hand from you despite Nami's taunts. His fingers linger at your waist, his grasp firm. You can feel the apprehension in his body—he’s not letting go until he’s sure you’re steady. You’re acutely aware of how close you are to him, the heat of his body at your back, his arms still wrapped protectively around you, his thighs pressed devastatingly hard against yours.

"Thanks," You whisper, patting his arm. Zoro retracts his hand and returns to holding onto the Waver. He mutters something unintelligible, his face flushing, but his body stays rigid behind you.

The island looms ever closer, and as you draw near the jagged cliffs that line the entrance, the air seems to thicken with anticipation, the excitement of finally reaching this new land mingling with the salty tang of the sea.

Nami expertly steers the Waver towards a narrow rock formation near the shore, already slowing to a stop. You can feel the anxiety of the ride dissipate, though the awkwardness of the previous moments between you and Zoro still hangs in the air. You prepare to jump off, the icy water enticing you.

You start to slide off the Waver, but as your foot lands on the rocky shore, a sudden surge in the water throws you off balance. Before you can react, Zoro’s hand shoots out, gripping your arm and pulling you back toward him with surprising force.

“Careful,” He says gruffly, his hand on your waist again.

You glance up at him, surprised by his reflexes.

Zoro, looking as stoic as ever, just gives a small grunt. “You were gonna fall. Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

But his hands don’t immediately leave you. He’s still steadying you, his body heat radiating through the thin fabric of your clothes. You can feel Zoro's hot breath on your neck and goosebumps rise on your skin despite the hot sun beating down on you.

Nami, already dismounted with practised ease, glances back over her shoulder, a mischievous grin playing at the corners of her mouth. “Zoro, you’re really good at catching people today, huh?”

Zoro shoots her an irritated look but doesn't say anything, his grasp on you finally loosening.

"Thanks," You say again, your voice softer than intended. Your fingers brush his, and he grunts in response, not quite meeting your eyes.

“Don’t mention it. Just don’t fall next time.”

You giggle, hand swatting his bicep. "I wasn’t planning on it."

"C'mon!" Nami laughs, ignoring you and Zoro.

You follow her up onto the rocky shore, casting one last glance at Zoro. Despite his gruff exterior, there's something about how he held you that lingers, something warm and steady.

“Luffy! Slow down!” Sanji yells, his voice tinged with genuine panic. You turn back to the ocean.

Nami chuckles at the sight, standing beside you on the rocky shore, arms crossed with a knowing smirk. “Sanji’s gonna have a heart attack if Luffy keeps this up."

You watch Luffy, grinning ear-to-ear, utterly oblivious to the disaster he's creating.

“This is awesome!” Luffy shouts, steering the Waver even harder as if trying to defy gravity. His excitement is infectious, but it's clear to everyone except him that he's about two seconds away from crashing.

“Luffy, we’re gonna sink!”

“We're fine, Sanji! Don’t be such a baby!” Your captain's voice rings back over the waves, carefree and completely unfazed.

Zoro’s eyes follow the scene for a moment longer, the corner of his mouth twitching ever so slightly. He uncrosses his arms and steps closer to you and Nami, his movements easy and relaxed.

“Luffy’s gonna be Luffy,” Zoro says, the irritation in his tone softened by something almost resembling fondness.

You look at him, noticing the shift in his expression. The awkwardness from earlier, the lingering, unspoken tension between you, is nowhere to be found. It’s like that invisible wall has crumbled without you needing to speak.

Nami, still grinning from ear to ear, turns to Zoro with a smirk.

“You're not worried?” She teases, her eyes glinting with mischief.

He snorts, rolling his eyes at her. “If I were worried every time Luffy did something stupid, I’d be dead by now.”

You chuckle softly, the sound of it carrying in the open air. "Aren't you glad you got on our Waver and not his?"

He glances at you with that typical deadpan expression, but there’s a faint glimmer of something softer in his eyes—maybe humour, maybe something else. But when his gaze drifts down your body, you feel your face heat up again.

“Tch, what do you think?” Zoro mutters, but there's a hint of a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth now.

You nudge his shoulder, an easy laugh falling from your lips.

Maybe the island ahead is full of surprises, but for now, standing next to Zoro—his presence beside you, the crew doing what they do best—you feel like everything's exactly where it’s supposed to be.

Even if Luffy's about to take out half the coastline.

[byhees]

pillow barriers between your bodies.

엔하이픈 ・ female reader + word count 500 genre fluff established relationship non-idol au warnings not proof-read pet-names skinship — more

a/n. requested— plagiarism notice

heeseung would be so confused; had he done something wrong? were you, perhaps, upset with him? a million thoughts would be circling his mind. stretching an arm over to lightly tap you on the shoulder, finding the fluffy pillow a major annoyance. “you okay, babe?” he’d ask with such a soft voice, thoughts of dozing off dissipating into the air. might actually buy your acting, and gently yank the pillow out the way, closing the space between your bodies; after about three minutes of hugging, he’d fall into the depths of slumber, face buried in your embrace, soft snores falling from his mouth…

jay would be far too tired to question your actions— he just wants his late-night cuddles, and gentle hair strokes. cheek would be smooshed against the pillow, arm lazily draping over your side. would probably complain a little about how the pillow’s uncomfortably separating you two, and would eventually tuck the soft object at the end of the bed; “this feels so much better,” he’d murmur, eyelids fluttering close…

jake would probably sulk immediately— his offer for snuggles being so rudely rejected in front of him? that’s so not like you. tries to toss the pillow away, but is met, face first, with another one. “no cuddles today?” he’d ask, and his pout would only deepen with your response; you’d eventually give in, leaning in to press a sweet kiss to his cheek. his sulky demeanour would evaporate so quickly, and he’d pull you into a tight hug…

sunghoon would watch the whole thing in silence, and dramatically sigh. musters all his acting knowledge to concoct an expression of mock offence— “and i thought i was your favourite cuddle buddy”. would playfully snatch the pillow away, and draw you close in his embrace, hands finding recluse in tracing faint shapes on your skin; “i’m reclaiming my rightful spot”. holds you close to him the whole night…

sunoo would instantly gawk at you, wide eyed and everything; is probably subtly sarcastic as he quips about how he’s been ‘replaced’. would try and shift the pillow away, little by little, but immediately feigns cluelessness when you look up at him and point it out. at one point, he’d simply just wrap his arms around both you and the pillow, sandwiching the rectangle of fluff between your bodies…

jungwon would immediately, and i repeat, immediately, get worried; wonders if anything has happened, and offers a listening ear. pulls the pillow away, and embraces you in a back hug, indirectly spooning you in the process; “everything alright, angel?” would pout in response after hearing about your little scheme. ends up falling asleep a few moments after, a little content smile lightly tugging on the corners of his lips...

riki would be teasing you so much; the room would be a little bit dim, and he’d just be playfully smiling. gradually scoots closer to you under the guise of feeling cold from the small, shared blanket. swiftly pulls the pillow out the way, and nuzzles himself close to you; “i think this arrangement suits us better. what do you think, love?” would slide an arm around your waist, and fall asleep to the lullaby of your hushed laughter…

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Speeding Car - Matt Sturniolo Part 16

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29

Pairing : y/n x Matt Sturniolo

Summary : After six years with your boyfriend Alex, you start to mentally check out. At a UCLA party, Alex reconnects with his childhood friend Emily, who proposes a double date with her boyfriend Matt. Your attraction to Matt grows as he pays you the first real attention you've had in years, sparking a complicated emotional journey.

Warnings : MDNI, angst, fluffffffffffffffff (half proof read bc i hate proof reading)

The knock at the door startled me, pulling me from the endless loop of thoughts that had been swirling in my mind since I left work. I was expecting Jess to be here so when I opened the door and saw Matt standing there instead, my heart skipped a beat.

“Hey” he said, his voice soft but a little uncertain. “Sorry for just appearing... Are you free for the night?”

I blinked, taking in the sight of him. He looked good, too good, standing there with his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket, a sheepish smile playing on his lips. I opened my mouth to reply, my mind racing. I debated whether or not to tell him Jess was coming over but something in Matt’s eyes made me hesitate. I felt the pull, the same pull that had been drawing me toward him more and more lately.

Before I could find the words, Matt spoke again, cutting through my indecision. “I have a bit of a surprise for you.”

A surprise? My curiosity piqued, I stood there in the doorway, torn between two decisions that suddenly felt monumental. Jess had been there for me, always a reliable friend, and I did want to talk to her about everything that had happened. But Matt.. he was becoming something more than just a friend, even if neither of us had admitted it yet.

Finally, I nodded, the decision made before I even realized it. “Yeah, I’m free.”

His smile widened, relief washing over his features. “Great. Grab your jacket, we’re going out.”

I did as he asked, grabbing my jacket and slipping it on. My nerves buzzed with anticipation as I followed him out of my apartment. I shot Jess a quick text to reschedule our hangout, telling her that something had come up.

The air between us crackled with an unspoken tension, a mixture of excitement and the unknown. Whatever this surprise was, it was clear that tonight was going to be different. Special, even.

As we walked to his car, I couldn’t help but glance at him out of the corner of my eye. He seemed more relaxed, almost like he was in his element. It made me wonder what he had planned, and why it was important enough for him to show up at my door unannounced.

Once we were in the car, Matt turned to me, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. “I hope you’re ready for this.”

I laughed softly, feeling my earlier tension ease a bit. “You’re being really mysterious, you know that?”

He shrugged, grinning. “What can I say? I like keeping you on your toes.”

As he started the car and pulled away from my apartment, I realized that, for the first time in days, I wasn’t thinking about Alex, or Emily, or any of the drama that had been weighing me down. I was looking forward to whatever was coming next. I knew that as long as Matt was by my side, it was going to be something good.

"Can you tell me where you’re taking me?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me as Matt navigated through the streets. I tried to catch a hint in his expression, but he just smirked, his eyes fixed on the road.

“Nope” he replied, his tone light and teasing. “My lips are sealed. You’ll just have to wait it out.”

I sighed dramatically. “Come on, at least give me a clue.”

Matt glanced over at me, his smile widening. “All I’ll say is we’ve got about an hour’s drive ahead of us.”

“An hour?!” I exclaimed, half surprised, half amused. “You’re seriously not going to tell me anything for an entire hour?”

He laughed, a deep, genuine sound that made my heart flutter. “I promise, it’ll be worth the wait. How about you jump on aux? It'll make the time pass quicker.”

I rolled my eyes playfully but reached for my phone, connecting it to his car’s Bluetooth. “Alright, but you better have good taste in music.”

Matt raised an eyebrow. “You’ll just have to find out.”

I scrolled through my playlists, trying to decide on the first song. “What about this one?” I asked, selecting Nightcrawler by Travis Scott. 

Matt nodded approvingly, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. “This is a banger. I love this song.”

I grinned, feeling a bit of pride that he liked my pick. “Okay, your turn. What should I play next?”

“Ivy by Frank Ocean” he suggested, glancing over at me with a smile. “Such a beautiful song.”

“Oh my god I can't put into words how much I love Frank Ocean, the Blond album is an absolute masterpiece.” I say with enthusiasm. 

As Ivy started playing through the speakers. I leaned back in my seat, the melody wrapping around us as the city lights faded into the distance. “This is nice” I said softly, more to myself than to Matt.

“Yeah, it is.” he agreed, his voice equally soft. There was a comfortable silence between us for a moment, the kind that didn’t need to be filled with words.

After a few minutes, I decided to keep the vibe going and queued up The Spins by Mac Miller. As the familiar intro began to play, Matt shot me a glance. “You really do have good taste in music.”

“Right back at you.” I replied, feeling a little more at ease with each passing song. “This one’s a favorite of mine.”

We continued like that for the rest of the drive, going back and forth between our favorite songs. I played Somebody Else by The 1975, fully feeling all the emotions that come with it. There was silence as the song slowly faded out and Double CC’s by City Girls began to play.

“Woah, talk about a switch up.” Matt laughed.

“It’s called emotional whiplash, you keep me on my toes, I keep you on yours.” I laughed as I queued Unavailable by Davido to switch up the vibe yet again.

We fell into another comfortable silence as the song played, the car filled with the soft hum of the engine and the music weaving through the air.

“Do you ever share your playlists with anyone?” Matt asked, breaking the silence as the song faded out.

“Not really” I admitted. “I guess it feels a bit personal, you know? Like, these are the songs that make up my life’s soundtrack. I’ve a different playlist for every mood so I just like to keep them to myself.”

Matt nodded thoughtfully. “I get that. Music’s always been personal to me too. But I’m glad you’re sharing it with me.”

There was something in the way he said it, something that made my heart skip a beat. I glanced over at him, catching his eye for just a moment before looking away, my cheeks flushing slightly.

“Well, it’s only fair since you’re sharing yours too” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

“True” he agreed, a small smile playing on his lips. “It’s nice though, it’s like a different way of getting to know someone.”

I nodded, unable to wipe the smile off my face. The rest of the drive continued in that easy rhythm - the music and our voices blending together as the miles passed by. I still had no idea where we were going, but with Matt beside me and the music flowing, it didn’t really matter. It felt like we could drive forever and I’d be content. 

An hour of bonding and laughter passed in what felt like mere minutes, the conversation being so effortless made me barely notice that the car was beginning to slow down. We pulled into an all too familiar parking lot, my heart skipped a beat when I saw the sign painted on the building infront of us.

LA Kings Valley Ice Centre.

"We're going skating?" I asked, my voice filled with a mix of surprise and excitement.

Matt turned to me with a proud smile, clearly pleased with himself. "I was serious when I said I wanted to learn how to spin."

A rush of nostalgia hit me, memories flooding back as I stared at the building. "This is where I used to go to skate school" I said, my voice soft with emotion. I couldn't believe Matt had brought me here, to a place that held so much meaning for me. "I can’t thank you enough for this."

Matt’s grin widened. "I really hope it’s not busy, we have loads of time though they usually close at 10" I added, glancing at the time of 7pm.

Matt’s confident reply caught me off guard. "We don’t have to worry about people being in here right now."

I shot him a confused look. "What makes you so sure?" I asked, genuinely curious.

He leaned in slightly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I've rented the place for the evening. It'll be just the two of us."

For a moment, I was speechless. The idea of having the entire rink to ourselves was more than I could have ever imagined. Knowing he’d gone out of his way to do this for me. My excitement bubbled over, and I threw my arms around him in a spontaneous hug. "Matt, this is incredible. Thank you so much."

He hugged me back, his arms warm and strong around me. "You’ve been through a lot lately, I just want to see you happy." he said softly, and I pulled back just enough to see the sincerity in his eyes.

We got out of the car and made our way to the entrance. The familiar scent of the ice rink hit me as soon as we stepped inside, bringing back memories of early morning practices and late night sessions where I’d lose myself in the rhythm of my skates. The rink was empty, just as Matt had promised, the ice pristine and waiting for us.

"I can't believe you did this" I said again, still in awe as I looked around the empty rink.

We laced our skates and stepped onto the rink, I fully expected Matt to be like Bambi on ice, wobbly and unsure, maybe even grabbing onto the railing for dear life. But to my surprise, he glided effortlessly beside me, his movements smooth and controlled.

“Wait, you can skate?” I asked, unable to hide the astonishment in my voice.

He smirked, the corners of his lips curving upward in a way that made my heart skip a beat. “I played hockey for years” he said, shrugging as if it were no big deal.

I blinked at him, processing this new piece of information. “Of course you did” I said with a laugh, shaking my head. “I should’ve known you’d be good at this.”

He shrugged, that smirk never leaving his face. “I didn’t want to intimidate you. But yeah, I can handle myself on the ice.”

I rolled my eyes playfully. “Is that so? Let’s see just how good you are then. First one to the other end of the rink wins.”

His eyes lit up with the challenge, a competitive edge flashing in them. “You’re on.” he said, bending his knees slightly, ready to push off.

We lined up at the bottom of the rink, side by side. I glanced over at him, and I couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly he looked on the ice. The way he held himself, confident but relaxed, was so attractive.

“Ready?” I asked, my voice tinged with excitement.

“Always” he shot back, and before I could count down, he took off.

“Ah that’s cheating!” I laughed, quickly following after him.

We raced down the rink, the cold air whipping past our faces. I pushed myself faster, my skates cutting smoothly across the ice. Matt was fast, but I was faster. Years of figure skating training kicking in as I caught up to him. Still, he wasn’t far behind, and the sound of his skates slicing through the ice kept me pushing.

We reached the end almost at the same time, but I managed to pull ahead by just a fraction of a second, touching the wall first. “You thouggght!” I declared, turning around to face him, slightly out of breath but grinning from ear to ear.

Matt skated up next to me, shaking his head with a laugh. “I let you win, you know.”

“Oh, sure you did” I teased, poking him playfully in the side. “Admit it, you didn’t think I’d be that fast.”

He chuckled, the sound deep and warm. “Okay, I’ll admit, you surprised me. But don’t get too cocky, I’m just getting started.”

We stood there, both of us catching our breath, the energy between us electric. It felt like we were the only two people in the world, the quiet buzz of the ice rink amplifying the moment. With that, we started skating side by side, our movements in sync as we circled the rink. It felt surreal to be out here with him, just the two of us on the empty ice, like a scene out of a movie. The cold air brushed against our cheeks, but the warmth between us made it feel like the coziest place in the world.

"Alright, show me that spin" Matt said after a while, a challenge in his voice.

"Okay, but don’t laugh if I fall" I teased, though my heart was already pounding with anticipation.

He nodded, listening intently, and I could see the determination in his eyes. He was focused, but there was also a softness there, an unspoken understanding between us that made my heart flutter. I stepped back a little to give myself space. Taking a deep breath, I pushed off and started to spin. At first, it felt like no time had passed since I last did this. My body remembered the movements, and soon, I was twirling gracefully across the ice. The feeling of spinning, the world blurring around me as I found my center, was exhilarating. When I finally slowed to a stop, I was breathless, not from lack of stamina but from the sheer joy of it.

I turned to Matt, expecting him to be watching with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. But the look on his face took me by surprise. He was staring at me with something that looked almost like awe, his eyes wide and his lips slightly parted.

"That was incredible" he said, his voice soft but full of admiration.

I felt my cheeks flush under his gaze, a warm glow spreading through me. "Thanks" I said, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.

Matt stepped closer, his hands still holding mine. "Show me again" he said, his voice low and earnest.

"Alright, let’s break it down" I said, skating back over to Matt after my little spin demonstration. He was still standing in the same spot, watching me with a mix of concentration and curiosity. “The key to a two foot spin is balance and control. It’s easier than it looks, I promise.”

He nodded, his expression serious now, fully focused on what I was about to teach him.

“First, we’re going to get into position” I explained, moving beside him. “Bend your knees slightly, and keep your feet shoulder width apart. You want to feel stable on the ice before you start spinning.”

Matt followed my instructions, adjusting his stance until he mirrored mine. I couldn’t help but notice how quickly he caught on, his natural athleticism evident even in something as delicate as figure skating.

“Good” I said, skating around to face him. “Now, when you’re ready, we’ll start by pushing off with one foot and then bringing the other one around. Keep your arms out for balance, and then slowly bring them in as you start to spin. It helps you pick up speed.”

I demonstrated the move again, this time more slowly so he could see each part in action. As I started to spin, I felt the familiar rush of the ice beneath my blades, the force pulling me slightly as I brought my arms in tighter. When I stopped, I looked up to see Matt watching me with an intense focus, like he was trying to memorize every move.

“Got it?” I asked, a little out of breath.

He nodded, taking a deep breath. “I think so. Let me try.”

I skated back a bit to give him space, watching as he took his position. He pushed off with one foot, a little hesitant at first, but then he brought the other foot around, and slowly, he started to spin.

At first, he wobbled slightly, his arms flailing out for balance. I couldn’t help but smile, remembering the countless times I’d done the same thing when I was first learning. But then, he found his center, his movements becoming more fluid. He brought his arms in, just as I had shown him, and he actually managed to complete a couple of full rotations before coming to a stop.

“Hey, not bad!” I cheered, skating over to him. “You’re a natural.”

Matt laughed, looking a little surprised at himself. “I wouldn’t go that far, but it’s not as hard as I thought. It actually feels kind of..freeing.”

“Exactly” I said, smiling at him. “Once you get the hang of it, it’s like you’re floating. The ice becomes an extension of you, and the rest just falls into place.”

He looked at me then, and I could see the admiration in his eyes. “You make it look so easy” he said softly. “It’s like you were born to do this.”

His words sent a warm flush through me. “Thanks” I replied, my voice a little quieter. “I guess it’s just something that’s always felt right to me.”

We stood there for a moment, the air between us charged with something unspoken. The way he was looking at me, like I was the only person in the world, made my heart race. It was like we were in our own little bubble, just the two of us on this vast sheet of ice.

“Wanna try again?” I asked, breaking the silence but not the connection between us.

“Yeah” he said, his voice low and steady. “Let’s do it.”

And so we did, spending the next hour going over the spin, perfecting it together. With each attempt, Matt improved, and with each laugh or smile we shared, I felt us growing closer. The rink, the ice, the entire world outside, it all faded away, leaving just the two of us, spinning together in our own little universe.

After a few more rounds of spins and playfulness, Matt skated over to where I was catching my breath. His expression was curious, almost challenging, as he asked, "So, what's the hardest skating move you've ever done?"

I paused, thinking back to my competitive days when I pushed myself to the limit. There were a few moves that had taken me months to perfect, but one stood out above the rest - the triple Axel.

"Probably the triple Axel." I replied, a bit of nostalgia creeping into my voice. "It’s one of the most difficult jumps in figure skating, where you take off from one foot, do three and a half rotations in the air, and then land on the opposite foot."

Matt’s eyes widened a bit, clearly impressed. “Three and a half rotations? That sounds intense.”

I nodded, feeling a little flutter in my stomach. I hadn’t attempted a triple Axel in a long time. It was a move that required speed, precision, and an immense amount of control. I wasn’t sure if I could still do it, but a part of me was itching to try, especially with Matt watching.

"Do you think you could still pull it off?" he asked, his tone playful but genuinely curious.

A smile tugged at the corners of my lips. “There’s only one way to find out.”

I skated a bit further down the rink, getting into position. My heart was pounding, not just from the physical demand, but from the challenge I was about to set for myself. I took a deep breath, focusing on the feel of the ice beneath my blades, the cold air against my skin, and the memory of how it felt to soar through the air.

Matt watched intently from a few feet away, his presence both comforting and encouraging. I bent my knees slightly, gathering speed as I glided across the ice. My mind cleared, and all I could think about was the move, the jump, the landing.

As I approached the take off point, I sprang into the air, my body twisting in a haze of motion. The rotations came naturally, muscle memory taking over as I completed the three and a half spins. The ice rushed up to meet me, and for a brief, heart stopping moment, I wondered if I’d land it.

And then, I felt it - my blade slicing into the ice as I landed, a little unsteady but upright, the move complete.

I came to a stop, breathless and exhilarated, a huge grin spreading across my face. I did it. It wasn’t perfect, but I’d somehow managed to land the triple Axel after all this time.

Matt skated over, his expression a mix of awe and excitement. “That was amazing!” he exclaimed, his eyes bright. “You just. Wow.”

I laughed, still buzzing from the adrenaline. “I can’t believe I actually did it. It’s been so long.”

He shook his head, clearly impressed. “You’re incredible, you know that? Watching you on the ice, it’s like you’re in your element. You make it look so easy.”

His words sent a warm flush through me, and I felt a connection between us deepen even further. I hadn’t felt this alive in so long, and sharing this moment with Matt made it all the more special.

"Thanks, Matt," I said softly, meeting his gaze. "It feels good to be back on the ice, and to have someone to share it with."

He smiled, that genuine, heart warming smile that made me melt. Anytime" he replied.

We stood there for a moment, just enjoying the quiet intimacy of the moment, the ice our only witness.

a/n: eeeeeee theyre so cute... just wait until next chapter is all im going to say

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[shoot-the-oneshot]

What a joke

Travis Kelce x Reader

prompt 88 “you? beat me? What a joke” requested by @sorryidonttreatulikeagoddess hope you like it!

“Oh come on!” Travis shouted, throwing his hands in the air while you smiled in victory.

It was date night every week you would both turn off the phones and spend time together and this week it was pizza a chess, while it doesn’t happen often this is when you’re reminded how sore of a loser he is, and you loved it.

“It was one game don't get cocky.” He grumbled seeing your facial expression

“It was five games actually baby, but dont worry you’re still the checkers master.” You giggled picking up the plates to take them to the kitchen Travis following not far behind.

“Listen sweetie I’ll let you have this win but just remember I’ll win any other game.” You could feel his smug smile even before you turned around. Matching his position you leaned back against the counter and folded your arms.

“Any game you say?” You prodded, knowing it would draw him in, doing exactly that he stepped forward pinning you with his arms caging you against the counter, leaning in to whisper in your ear. “Any game.”

“Even football?” His laugh echoed through the kitchen. “You? Beat me, at football? What a joke”

You waited for him to sober up before continuing with the idea in your head. Travis straightened little laughs escaping his lips. “I’m serious put your team together and I’ll pick mine, we can make a whole thing of it and donate to a charity of the winning teams choosing.”

You had his full attention as you spoke of course you would turn a competition into a good thing and he loved you a little more for it. He thought it over but you knew by the smile on his face he was in.

“Better get your team together because it’s on.” He held his and out to shake but the second your palm touched his, he pulled you into his chest. “May the best team win.” He whispered against you lips before pulling away and immediately going for his phone no doubt calling Pat, good thing you had your own phone calls to make.

You waited until you heard the shower turn on before your struck. Running as quietly as possible into Travis’s office, grabbing his headphones Jasons face popped back up on screen.

“Heyyy Y/N hows it going.” He boasted you’re glad you were wearing headphones or Travis definitely would’ve heard.

“Hi it’s good soooo I’m assuming you’ve heard about the game between Travis and i?” You asked pleading tone seeing him shake his head “Sorry i already told Trav i would play for him.”

“Oh come on.” You begged before a lighbulb went off. “What do you like more, supporting your brother or beating him?”

You watched as it sunk in your fingers tapping anxiously on the desk as you waited.

“So I have some ideas for our jerseys.” And just like that you had a center.

After months of planing the day has come you were decked out in the shiny gold Jersey Jason wanted standing across from Travis and Patrick on the field.

“The time has come baby you can back out now” Travis sang, ever for the dramatic he announced every member of his team as if it was a UFC match. Which to no surprise to you included most of the chiefs players.

“I think you’ll change your tune after you meet my team.” You smiled, taking the microphone from the announcer.

Thank you for everyone coming out to support a good cause and to watch Travis lose against my team today,” you paused looking to the stands as people cheered.

For our center may i introduce… Jason Kelce!!” He ran out of the tunnel to stand next to you while Travis dropped his jaw. “You said you had an interview with ESPN today!” Travis yelled pointing.

Jason shrugged “I probably will after this.”

“My own brother that’s cold” you smirked at his words moving on to the next players

“And next up on defense we have all the way from Miami, Jaelan Phillips! And the cheetah!” (Go watch hard knocks episode 2 trust me)

“And the man who broke the internet with his skims campaign…NICK BOSA!!” Travis rolled his eyes knowing the small crush you had on Bosa before you got together.

“Now for the quarterback. I know we needed something big and might i say i think we delivered.” You paused for dramatic effect, you saw Travis glance at Pat to make sure he wasn’t pulling a switch like his brother.

“The only man to have beaten Patrick Mahomes in the playoffs..Joe Burrow!!” The Crowd erupted as he came running out coming to stand on your other side. you met eyes with Travis “You can back out now baby” pulling his words back on him handing the mic back to the announcer to do his thing while you left your team to run to the sidelines with Kylie. “Now this will be a good game.” She spoke actually wearing the golden jersey which surprised you since she only wears eagles gear but as she said it wasn’t a real team so it doesn’t count.

“Let’s just hope they win.”

(I do not know enough about football to write the game but I’m learning)

Later that night you and Travis found yourselves back on the couch large trophy sitting on the coffee table. “You, beat me at football what a joke.” You repeated in a comically deep voice while giggling.

“Yeah yeah next week we’re playing checkers.” He pouted with his arms crossed gearing at your trophy. “If you promise not to throw a chair this time sure” You joke ending with a yelp as he lunges at you.

Hey guys my first time writing NFL hope yall liked it check out my other works here

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mother knows best

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: As family arrives, playful teasing turns into a tense silence when an unexpected message reveals something Amelie had been trying to keep hidden, bringing quiet but heavy tension into the home.

Wordcount: 3.6 k

Warnings: none

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May 14th, 2020 - Maui, Hawaii

Alex zipped up the last pocket of his suitcase with a sharp tug and looked around the airy guest room he’d been sleeping in for the past week and a half. Amelie’s Maui villa was quiet this morning, unusually so. The ocean hummed faintly in the background, and birds chirped from the trees lining the backyard. But the silence inside the house felt still, almost hesitant, like it didn’t want him to go either.

He turned toward the doorway.

—You sure you’re gonna be okay?— he asked, dragging the suitcase out behind him as Amelie padded down the hallway barefoot in a giant UCLA hoodie.

—Alex,— she groaned dramatically, leaning her head against the wall like it physically hurt to hear the question again. —I swear to God, I’m not twelve. I’ll be fine. My mum and the twins are landing in like, three hours. You’re literally leaving me alone for half a day.—

—A lot can happen in half a day,— Alex pointed out, smirking as he stopped to look at her. She was wearing mismatched socks and had a slice of pineapple in one hand. —You could fall in love. You could burn the house down. You could make a deeply questionable haircut decision. Don’t think I forgot the bangs of 2016.—

—Shut up,— she said through a laugh, bumping his shoulder as she passed him, walking toward the kitchen.

He followed her, a little slower, gaze still flicking over her like a checklist. She was okay. She looked okay. Pale, a bit tired maybe, but she’d been eating better this week. The extra weight she carried in her expression when she was spiraling wasn’t there. Not today. He was just being dramatic. Like always.

Still.

Alex parked his suitcase by the door and turned to face her fully. She was now sitting on the counter, legs swinging gently as she scrolled through something on her phone, the pineapple slice long gone.

—You sure you’re fine with me going?— he asked again, softer this time. —I can stay if you need me. Push my flight. My mom wouldn’t care.—

Amelie looked up.

Her gaze was steady. Warm.

—Alex,— she said. —I’m okay. I promise. You’ve been here for ten days. You literally made me eat rice last night. I’m not gonna collapse the second you get on a plane.—

He narrowed his eyes. —That’s exactly what someone who’s going to collapse says.—

She rolled her eyes.

—Stop hovering. You’re worse than Callum. And Checo. Combined. And Jack when he thinks I’m texting someone sketchy.—

Alex snorted, walking over. He leaned against the counter beside her and crossed his arms.

—You’re never texting someone sketchy. Just Lando.—

Amelie smiled at that. A quiet, private thing. She didn’t even try to deny it.

Alex glanced at her again, this time with something a little sharper in his gaze. A little more loaded.

—So,— he said carefully, drawing out the word as he pushed off the counter. —You gonna do it or not?—

Amelie blinked. —Do what?—

Alex gave her a look.

She groaned again and flopped dramatically backward onto the marble, arms stretched above her head. —Oh my God, Alex. Not this again.—

—Yes, this again.— He leaned over her now, arms braced on either side of her legs. —Invite him. It’s not hard. You text him. “Hey, you should come to Maui.” Boom. Done. No one dies.—

—Except me from the secondhand embarrassment,— she muttered, squinting up at the ceiling. —Why would I do that? We’re just friends.—

Alex didn’t flinch. Just watched her quietly. Waited.

Amelie sat up slowly, crossed her legs beneath her. She fidgeted with the hem of her hoodie.

—We are just friends,— she repeated, quieter this time, but still firm.

Alex tilted his head. —Right. So what’s the harm? If he’s just a friend, then inviting him here doesn’t mean anything. He gets a tan, you get another person to boss around, and I stop bringing it up every five minutes.—

She shot him a glare. —You bring it up every three minutes.—

—That’s because you still haven’t done it.—

—Maybe because I don’t want to.—

Alex didn’t say anything for a moment. Then, gently:

—Or maybe because you’re scared.—

Amelie opened her mouth. Shut it. Swallowed. The wind outside rustled the leaves loudly, like even the trees were waiting for her to answer.

—Scared of what, Alex?— she finally asked, sharp around the edges. —Scared that my friend is gonna hop on a plane and make me laugh and eat too many acai bowls with me? Wow. Terrifying.—

Alex sighed. He reached out and tugged at a thread on her sleeve.

—You’re scared it won’t feel like just friendship if he’s actually here. And that maybe… maybe it already doesn’t.—

Her chest tightened, even though her face didn’t change.

—It does,— she said firmly. —He’s not Cam.—

That made Alex freeze. He blinked at her, once. Twice.

—No one said he was.—

Silence.

Then Amelie slid off the counter. Her feet landed on the cool tiles with a soft thud. She wrapped her arms around herself, hoodie sleeves too long and flopping over her hands.

—You don’t get it,— she mumbled. —He’s just… he’s just him. Like, I can laugh with him and game and talk about dumb shit and send him TikToks and it’s not… it’s not scary. I need people like that in my life.—

Alex’s voice softened. —You think Cam wasn’t safe?—

She looked at him then, something broken in her gaze. Something heavy.

—Cam was everything,— she whispered. —And when I finally let myself have that, he... he just left. And I know it’s not his fault. I know it wasn’t his choice. But I can’t do that again. I can’t.—

Alex pulled her into a hug without a word. Tight. Fierce. Her arms wound around him instantly, like muscle memory.

—You’re not doing anything wrong,— he said into her hair. —You’re allowed to want safe. But you’re also allowed to want more than that.—

Amelie didn’t reply, but she didn’t pull away either.

They stood there like that for a long minute. Breathing. Holding on.

Finally, Alex pulled back, brushing her hair out of her face. His mask had slipped down his nose, so he tugged it up absently.

—Look, I’m not trying to push. I’m really not. You say you’re sure, I believe you. I do. But maybe… just maybe… you invite him out. Not because you’re unsure. But because you are sure. And you deserve to know if he makes you feel something real. Even if it’s just a little.—

Amelie made a face. —You sound like a Hallmark movie.—

—And yet you watched The Kissing Booth 2 three times last week.—

—It’s cinema, Wolff.—

Alex laughed, picking up his suitcase again. He took one last look around the villa, then back at her.

—Your mom’s gonna be here soon. The twins are gonna destroy this place. You sure you don’t want me to stay and buffer the chaos?—

She shook her head with a tiny smile. —I’ll survive. Probably.—

He leaned in to kiss the top of her head. —Okay. But text me if you need anything. Or if you invite him. Or if you accidentally cut your bangs again.—

—Shut up. That was one time.—

He was grinning as he pulled open the front door, the warm Maui air rushing in.

—Love you, Ames. See you in a few days.—

—Love you too, Wolffie. Safe flight.—

Alex stepped out onto the driveway, waved once, and then he was gone, the door swinging shut with a soft click behind him.

Amelie stood there for a moment, staring at the empty hallway.

The villa felt even quieter now. Too quiet.

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The sun had dried the salt on Amelie’s skin by the time she walked barefoot up the steps of the patio, a towel slung lazily over her shoulder. Elysia trailed behind her, hair twisted up in a bun and sunglasses perched on her nose, grinning like she'd just been named queen of the beach.

—I still can’t believe you wiped out that hard trying to show off for those guys on the paddleboards,— Elysia said between bites of laughter.

—I was not showing off,— Amelie replied, scandalized. —I was distracted by a sea turtle. A majestic, endangered creature. Have some respect.—

—Distracted by a guy with abs, maybe,— Elysia snorted.

Their mom, Victoria, looked up from the kitchen island where she and Jack were setting out lunch—fresh fish, grilled vegetables, mango slices, and those stupidly addictive taro chips. Her eyes narrowed slightly in that way that meant she was listening, but pretending she wasn’t.

Amelie flopped into the chair beside Jack, stretching her legs out under the table.

—You smell like the ocean,— Jack said, wrinkling his nose. —And poor decision-making.—

Amelie flicked a taro chip at him. —Says the guy who spent an hour trying to get a drone out of a palm tree.—

Jack opened his mouth to retort, but was cut off by the ding of Amelie's phone. Her fingers darted under the table instinctively.

The name on the screen made her stomach flip.

Lan: you didn’t warn me maui had turtles cooler than me 🐢😔

Amelie bit her lip, fighting a smile. She typed fast, thumbs moving like muscle memory.

Ames: maybe if u stopped wearing socks with slides you’d have a chance

—Who is it?— Elysia asked, too casually, reaching across for a mango slice but watching her sister too closely.

—No one,— Amelie replied, also too casually, nudging her phone further under the table.

Victoria raised a single, knowing brow as she set a pitcher of iced tea down. —No one who makes you smile like that, I hope.—

—It’s just a meme,— Amelie muttered, not looking up as she typed another message.

Lan: brutal. how do u still have my number blocked in mario kart and yet call me your friend Ames: bc friendship is about boundaries. and protecting my win streak

Jack glanced between her and Elysia, a slow grin forming. —Wait. Is it him?—

—Shut up,— Amelie hissed, but it was already too late.

Elysia lunged.

—No, wait... Ely, don’t... Ely!—

But Elysia had already grabbed the phone right out of her hand and dashed around the table with it.

—Let’s see what’s got you grinning like you’re twelve and got your first crush... oh my God, Amelie! You’re flirting.—

Amelie leapt to her feet. —Give it back! I swear to God, Elysia, I will drown you in the hot tub!—

Jack was laughing so hard he nearly dropped his fork. —I didn’t even think you took guys seriously anymore. You were just ghosting that TikTok boy last month.—

—This is different,— Elysia said dramatically, holding the phone high as Amelie chased her around the patio. —This one’s got a name. And banter. And she uses punctuation. That’s like a love letter from Amelie.—

—Elysia, I’m going to kill you in your sleep,— Amelie called, scrambling over a lounge chair as she lunged for her phone again.

Victoria didn’t even try to stop them, though she sighed like she was trying to.

—Please don’t break anything. Or anyone. And Amelie, if this boy is a drug dealer or in crypto, I will find out.—

—He’s not a drug dealer! He’s British!— Amelie shouted as she finally cornered Elysia by the sliding glass door.

Elysia’s grin was evil as she skimmed the last few messages. —Oh my God, he sent a turtle emoji? That’s like emotional intimacy in Gen Z code. You’re doomed.—

But then something changed.

She stopped laughing.

Her face went still.

So did Jack.

Amelie slowed, confused.

—What? What is it?—

Victoria looked up sharply from the table, eyes locking on Elysia. —What did you see?—

Elysia didn’t answer right away. Her eyes were fixed on something. Amelie’s phone. Her mouth opened, then shut.

Victoria stood straighter. Her voice was low now. Firm. Almost too calm.

—Elysia. What. Did. You. See.—

Whatever joke had been hanging in the air dropped like a stone. Jack’s smile vanished.

Elysia silently extended the phone back to Amelie, her face unreadable now. Her hand was shaking just slightly.

Amelie’s heart dropped into her stomach. She took it with fingers that suddenly felt cold, eyes scanning the screen.

A new message from Joshua Bassett sat at the top.

Josh💙: miss you, baby. want a pic of what I’m wearing under this hoodie?

Shit. Shit. Shit.

It must’ve popped in during the chaos. She’d never forgotten to mute him before when she was around family. It was rule number one. Keep Joshua quiet. Keep Joshua separate.

And now—Jack knows it. Elysia had definitely seen it. Her mom had definitely seen it.

She didn’t even say anything. Victoria just stood there, still, arms folded across her chest, a single brow lifted like a dare. Like go on then, explain.

Amelie couldn’t breathe. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out.

Elysia stepped back, her voice uncharacteristically gentle. —Ames… I didn’t know you were…—

—I’m not...— Amelie snapped, too fast. Too loud. She felt heat rush to her cheeks, her neck, her ears. She gripped her phone like it could anchor her.

But the looks they were giving her—they weren’t teasing anymore. They weren’t laughing. They were trying to understand. And she couldn’t bear it.

She turned.

And ran.

Not toward the ocean. Not toward the patio or the pool or anywhere that would require words or explanations.

She sprinted inside, bare feet thudding against the hardwood, and didn’t stop until her bedroom door slammed behind her.

Then locked.

Only then did she collapse back against it, phone clutched to her chest, the soft ping of another Lando message coming in just as she slid to the floor, heart pounding out of her ribs.

Her fingers hovered over the screen.

But she didn’t open it.

Not yet.

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The sun dipped low behind the palms, casting long shadows across the quiet villa. The clatter of silverware and soft murmur of conversation drifted from the patio where dinner had long since started. But Amelie’s chair remained empty.

Again.

Victoria noticed.

She always did.

The grilled fish had gone cold. The mango slices had started to sweat. Still no Amelie. No texts. No excuses.

Just silence.

So, without a word, Victoria rose. She slid a piece of grilled mahi-mahi onto a plate, added a scoop of rice and vegetables, and poured a small glass of sparkling water. Then she headed inside.

The hallway was quiet. Dimly lit. From behind Amelie’s door, not even the faintest sound of music or Netflix hum escaped. Just the hush of stillness, like the air was holding its breath.

Victoria knocked once, gently.

—Sweetheart? I brought you a plate.—

Silence.

Then, a muffled voice, small and raw. —You can leave it… It’s fine.—

Victoria didn’t. She waited a beat, then slowly opened the door.

Amelie was curled up on the bed in an oversized hoodie, the sleeves swallowed her hands. Her hair was still damp from the ocean. Her face was blotchy in that unmistakable way that came after crying, even if she wasn’t doing it now.

Victoria didn’t push. She simply crossed the room, set the plate down on the nightstand, and sat at the edge of the bed, smoothing the blanket under her palm.

They sat like that for a moment.

Then another.

And then, so quietly it was almost missed.

—I didn’t mean for you to find out like that.—

Victoria turned slightly. Her daughter was still staring at the ceiling. Voice trembling. Fingers twisted in the hem of her hoodie.

—About the boy,— Amelie added. —About Josh.—

Victoria’s brow softened. —Okay. So… tell me about him.—

Amelie exhaled shakily. Her eyes darted toward her mom’s face, as if bracing for judgment, but found none. So she spoke.

—We’ve been seeing each other for a while. Not official or anything. Just... confusing. He makes me laugh. He makes things feel less heavy. But every time I’m with him, I feel like I’m cheating on someone who’s not even alive.—

The words cracked halfway out of her mouth. She squeezed her eyes shut. —I feel like I’m betraying Cam. Like I’m doing something wrong just by trying to be happy.—

Victoria’s heart clenched.

She reached for her daughter’s hand, threading their fingers together like she used to when Amelie was five and scared of thunder.

—Honey,— she said softly. —You’re not betraying Cameron by trying to live your life.—

Amelie shook her head. —But I promised him I’d love him forever. I did. I meant it.—

—You still do.— Victoria’s voice was steady. —But forever doesn’t mean frozen in time. Love like that… it shapes you, yes. But it doesn’t mean you have to stop growing. Or stop feeling. Cam wouldn't want you to be stuck in a ghost story.—

Amelie’s lip trembled. —But what if I forget him? What if moving on means letting go of him?—

Victoria squeezed her hand tighter. —You won’t. You couldn’t if you tried. Cameron is part of you. He always will be. But you are allowed to open your heart to someone new. That’s not forgetting him. That’s honoring the love you had... by letting it teach you how to love again.—

A tear slipped down Amelie’s cheek.

—He would’ve hated Josh,— she mumbled.

Victoria laughed quietly. —He probably would’ve hated any guy you dated, sweetie.—

Amelie finally smiled. Just barely.

—He’d be smug about it though,— she whispered. —He’d be like, “No one’s ever gonna love you like I did, Ames.”—

—And he’d be right. But that doesn’t mean no one else will love you well. Or that you can’t love them back. Maybe not the same way. But in a new way. A brave way.—

Amelie didn’t speak for a while. She just sat there, curled against her mother, eyes burning and throat tight.

Finally, she whispered, —It’s so much harder than I thought. Moving forward. It feels like cheating and healing at the same time.—

Victoria kissed the top of her head.

—That’s grief, darling. It’s messy. But you’re doing it. You’re still here. You’re trying. That’s what matters. And I think... if Cam could see you now... he’d be proud. He’d tell you to keep going. To fall in love again. To be happy, even if it hurts sometimes.—

Amelie wiped at her face with her sleeve.

—Even with Josh?—

—Even with Josh. Maybe especially with someone who makes you laugh again.—

They sat in silence, the ocean’s distant hush filling the room.

After a moment, Amelie reached for the plate her mom had brought. She took a bite of the fish, chewing slowly.

—Still warm,— she said, surprised.

Victoria smiled. —Of course it is. Moms have magic timing.—

—Do moms also know if someone’s just a rebound or actually good for you?—

—Moms have instincts. But daughters need to figure it out themselves. Just promise me one thing.—

Amelie looked up.

—Don’t hide anymore. Not from me. Not from yourself. Okay?—

Amelie nodded, a lump forming in her throat again. She didn’t speak.

But she didn’t need to.

Her mother understood.

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It’s all Rachel’s fault for not locking the damn door.

No, that’s not fair. They were supposed to just be studying and it had been Max who had dropped the casual invite to Dana and Juliet earlier, it had been Max who had lost track of time, pinned down onto the tiny loveseat in Rachel’s dorm room with Rachel’s long, lithe body spread atop her. But in Max’s defense, who could be expected to keep track of anything else when they were getting kissed breathless by Rachel Amber?

And it’s not Dana and Juliet’s fault for taking Max up on her invite to the study session but — well, it’s at least sort of their fault for not knocking right?

“Oh my god!” Dana says, covering her mouth with her hands, only stopping from stumbling dramatically into the hallway by Juliet at her back. 

Juliet looks on, gape mouthed, brows drawing together in an expression of outrage. “Max, what the hell?”

Max flinches, trying to hide under Rachel’s body, reaching out blindly on the floor for her discarded shirt. Okay, so they’ve all seen her in a bra before in the showers, but this is something else. Max isn’t sure she’s ever been this embarrassed before, wishing she could rewind time or else just melt through the couch and the floor of the dorm straight into the earth.

“Uh, can you guys either get in or get out already?” Rachel snaps. “Close the door.”

Both girls pile into the room and Max peers up in time to see Rachel roll her eyes at them, before she looks back down at Max’s face. Her eyes are warm, lips still kiss-swollen, a smudge of gloss down her chin that, despite everything, Max still wants to lean up and lick away. “It’s okay.”

“It is not okay!” Juliet snaps. “I can’t believe you’re cheating on Chloe!”

An unfamiliar mix of shame and outrage bursts in Max’s chest. “Hey! I’m not— We’re not—”

“Max, she’s still on top of you and you’re shirtless. Can it,” Juliet snaps and shakes her head.

“I can’t believe you’d do this.”

Max knows she must be thinking of Zach and Victoria and grimaces. “I—”

“Okay, okay, I know you bitches both live for drama but I’m still gonna need everyone to calm down for a second before you start stitching scarlet As for us, alright?” Rachel cuts in, mean and funny and so in charge that it shuts them both up. “And can you turn around for a minute? God!”

They do. Rachel leans back on her knees, coaxing Max up with her, taking the shirt from Max’s fumbling hands and tugging it down over her head. Max slips her arms through the sleeves and Rachel leans forward to press a kiss to the tip of her nose. “Better?”

“Yeah,” Max nods.

“Okay,” Rachel says, then sighs and turns back around to address Juliet and Dana. “You guys have never heard of knocking?”

“You’ve never heard of not sleeping around with your girlfriend’s best friend?” Juliet tosses back viciously. Max winces.

“Oh my god, it’s not even like that.” Rachel says and then throws her hands up, frustrated. She shoots up off the couch, crossing the room to grab her cellphone from the top of the dresser. She taps the screen a few times and a ringing sound crackles from the speaker on the phone, almost immediately cut off by the call being answered. 

“Hey, Rach, what’s up?” Chloe’s voice comes through, a little tinny from the speakers, but bright, clearly happy to have been called.

“Hey Chloe,” Rachel says sweetly. “Listen, I had a question for you—”

“Oh my god,” Max whispers, burying her face in her hands, suddenly sure about what’s about to happen.

“Sure, baby, shoot.”

“What would you say if I told you Max and I were in my dorm room right now going at it? Like, really hot and heavy, just — totally feeling each other up and kissing and everything,” Rachel says making direct eye contact with the girls across the room while Max squirms from her place on the couch.

“Fuck, baby, I can’t—” there’s a rustling on the other line, then Chloe’s voice, lower and closer to the receiver. “You know I’m at this dumb fuck thing David and Joyce dragged me to, you know I can’t do anything about this right now.”

Chloe sighs hard on the other line, the sound distorted through the speakers. “Max?”

“Yeah?” Max croaks.

“Love you,” Chloe offers casually. There’s noise on the other line, some distant voice. “Shit. I gotta get back inside. Rach, you’re evil.”

“You like me that way,” Rachel says smugly. 

“Yeah,” Chloe agrees easily. “Send pics?”

“Sure,” Rachel says with a shrug. “Okay, I’ll let you go. Say bye to Max.”

“Bye, Max!”

“Say bye to Dana and Juliet,” Rachel smirks.

“Wait, wha—”

Rachel hangs up, tossing the phone onto her bed with a triumphant flourish. “Okay?”

“Rachel, what the fuck?” Dana barks a laugh, flushing pink and covering her face. “Max! I can’t believe you didn’t say anything!”

“I, well— it’s new,” Max stammers. “We were figuring out how to try to… tell anyone and—-”

“You slut,” Dana says approvingly.

“Sorry for calling you a cheater,” Juliet says sullenly. “And, uh, congrats?”

“Thanks,” Rachel says and walks back over to the couch, collapsing into it loose-limbed and easy, She rests a palm on Max’s knee, rubs a soothing circle against it with her thumb. “Alright, so — the chem quiz, right?”

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summary: after a quick stop by mostro lounge, you decide you can't leave octavinelle's students to their dreadful costume fate

pairing: jade leech x fashion savvy! reader

warnings: fluff/crack, a little suggestive at the end; just a small drabble to celebrate me getting jade's halloween ssr that appeared in my drafts before i knew what's going on

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“And now, pray tell, what is this supposed to be?”

“We’re mummies,” Floyd eagerly grinned back at you when you entered Mostro Lounge. “Pretty neat, ain’t it, shrimpy?”

“I guessed as much from the form you submitted to the Halloween management committee.” You surveyed the warzone of torn white fabric the lounge had become and then zeroed in on the octotrio’s ‘costumes’, wondering in which world a mummy looked like a plucked chicken. “My actual question was, why do you look like toddlers who rolled around in a bunch of toilet paper?”

“Come again?” Azul tried to hide his shocked expression behind his hand as he adjusted his wired glasses.

“You’re well aware that mummies have a body shape too, right?” Walking up to Jade, you started inspecting the damage and what part of this fiasco was still savable, bunching fabric between your fingers and pulling at white clothing shreds. “Under different circumstances I’d be rather impressed that you managed to erase someone’s figure altogether but, with the festival in mind, I can’t let this pass. I can’t believe you put my boyfriend in this, Azul.”

“It’s truly tragic, pearl, isn’t it?” Jade played along, sighing tiredly as he raised one hand to cup your cheek. When your face was pressed into his chest, his palm cradling the back of your head, he threw a wicked grin Azul’s way. “To think that after all these years of knowing and supporting each other, you’d make us wear this when we’re expecting visitors from far and wide… I don’t want to linger on the thought.”

“Oh please, would you both quit being so dramatic?” Octavinelle’s housewarden rolled his eyes and massaged his temple before his shoulders sacked. “Alright fine, maybe the costumes weren’t our best work yet. Let’s hear your proposal then, Prefect.”

You hummed in contemplation as you studied the outfits again. “We can keep the striped shirts and the pants but we need decidedly more belts, a whole lot of them. And, if you know what’s good for you, then you'd better have untangled yourselves from the toilet paper looking crap by the time I’m back.”

“Wait, where are you going?” Azul asked as you were already halfway out of the dorm.

“I’m going to save Mostro Lounge!”

Upon your return, you were delighted to see the guys had followed your advice/ command and were waiting for you in only the long shirts and black trousers. When Jade saw you coming in, carrying a bunch of boxes filled with clothes and accessories, he quickly took them from you and set them down on the table next to them. 

“Thank you,” you smiled up at him, to which your boyfriend pressed a quick kiss to your temple. His brother did not hide the gagging noise he made. “Okay, let’s get to work. Halloween’s already drawing close and we’ll still have to make adjustments to the costumes for sure. 

“Here,” you said, digging through the cardboard boxes until you found the black shirts you’d been searching for. “Put these on. They should be roughly the right size.”

Turning around to let them change, you searched for the accessories you’d deemed the show-stealers. Brushing over leather, you hooked your fingers into the metal ring of a harness to hold it up. You really owed Pomefiore for this one.

“Oya, shrimpy, watcha have there?” Floyd’s amused lilt told you that he was pretty aware of what exactly it was. “You wanna catch yourself a fish? Or an eel, hmm?”

“I have to say, it is a pretty daring approach to a Halloween school costume,” Jade chimed in, one hand resting on his chin in contemplation but nonetheless smiling. “Not that I am opposed to it, of course.”

“Prefect, is this really necessary?” Azul shifted his weight from one foot to the other, looking at you but not quite into your eyes. “I mean I understand refining our apparel but this…”

“Azul, I’m making you marketable right now,” you said earnestly and with that, his azure eyes finally snapped to you. “Do you know how much potential profit is tied to this one little accessory? C’mon, try it on. You can still decide not to wear it afterwards. For now, just go with the flow.”

One by one, you helped them secure the straps around their torso, having Jade hold Floyd still enough to get it on him. You could see Azul fidgeting from the corner of your eye as you put the finishing touches on Jade’s harness, slipping two fingers underneath the straps to make sure it wasn’t too tight.

“Okay, let’s get the shirts back on, add some more belts, cut up the fabric and get this show on the road. I can basically see people banging down your doors already. I hope you can seat that many guests.” The last sentences were more so directed at Azul, in an effort for him to just let you do your thing. “I don’t have any sort of hat prepared because I frankly didn’t expect to save a dorm’s costume today but I’ll see what I can do.”

“My my, that does pose the question of where we’d be without you,” Jade chuckled affectionately. 

“Out of business on Halloween, apparently,” you sighed theatrically. “Well then, chop chop guys, I want to see the entire thing.”

After they all pulled their striped shirts back on, you added more belts around their hips and waist to give the outfit more shape but didn’t tug the shirts in to mimic a mummy’s peeled off bandages. All in all, it wasn’t the most elaborate costume but it did the trick and if you could put some finishing touches on it throughout the week, you were confident the lounge would attract a fair share of customers. 

“Alright, that’s it. You can go around and do some work or whatever just to get a feel for the clothes. Remember, you’ll have to wear them for the entirety of the festival, so I want to remove anything that might be uncomfortable beforehand. And Floyd, don’t drag those white sleeves through the dirt, got it? They should stay the colour they are now.” You sent the eel a warning glare and he held his hand up in defence, although the grin he didn’t bother to hide before he vanished to the Seven know where wasn’t reassuring. 

Azul had apparently already slinked back into his office, leaving you standing alone in the lounge with your boyfriend, giving you ample time to admire your work again. Seeing Jade in something like this was certainly something you’d been very curious about, with good right as you learnt now; the black shirt highlighting his muscle and the leather holding your attention were leading your thoughts down a very different direction. Something he must have caught on to somehow.

“Do you like what you see, pearl?” He teased, his grin showing off his sharp teeth as he studied you with mischievous interest. Maybe it was your imagination but in the dimly lit lounge, his left eye seemed to glow. “I cannot help but wonder why you’d extend your gracious assistance to us without wanting anything in return, not that I am not grateful of course. 

“Perhaps you merely wanted to seize your chance to put me into something like this?” He gestured towards the harness secured around his chest, his attentive gaze not flitting from your face for even a second. “You know you need only ask if you have any more… fantasies of this nature.”

“I— It’s nothing like that! You make me sound like some pervert,” you protested, although, to your embarrassment, he wasn’t completely wrong. But, seriously, who would pass up a situation like this? “Anyway, don’t you have anything to do? You’re usually busy around the clock.”

“Oh, I have something very important to do,” he grinned down at you, taking a step closer to you, to the point you had to take one back, until he could crowd you against the bar. Now that he had you right where he wanted you, his hands smoothed down the sides of your body until he could place his hands on the back of your thighs to effortlessly lift you onto the counter. It happened so fast, you let out a surprised yelp and braced yourself against his chest, to which he merely chuckled. 

“And what would that work entail?” You questioned as you ran your fingers along the straps of the harness spanning his broad chest. Looking up you saw his attention already on you.

“Under normal circumstances it would require me to get out of these clothes. But, per your request, that is currently not possible.” Leaning into your personal space, his lips brushed over the delicate skin of your pulse point, his breath fanning over the base of your neck as he lowered his voice to a whispered husk. “I am fairly certain though, the same restrictions do not apply for your clothes, my precious pearl. I can definitely work with that.”

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Currently menstruating, id like to see the TF2 men (or support classes) experience the wild ups and down of mother nature when Reader lashes out at them over something comically stupid and then starts crying dramatically out of guilt for being so mad. Then goes back to happy and normal a moment later. Because i am an emotional wreck when the blood flows and i need an outlet for it. Thank youuu!!! Angle 📐 😇🪽

A/N: I know your pain bbg ❤️ tysm for sending it in Angle! I did a sort of half oneshot half headcannons thing, hope that’s ok, here you are! (Sorry this took a bit, life had been terrible recently)

Warnings: talk of menstruation (duh)

Scout:

- Whenever your on your period he would probably go to Medic for advice and some remedies

- He might think it’s really gross but he knows you can’t really control it after he got it explained to him

- He might notice if something is a little off about you that day

- Maybe by the way you seem annoyed or you trying to fight a fed up expression

- Most likely you would just be hanging out in his room at the base, laying in his bed and Scout drawing in a notebook, chatting with you

“Hey, d’you wanna try drawin’ somethin’? I’ll teach ya!”

“Oh, sure? Why not.”

- While you two are drawing you start having trouble following along with him

- The lines don’t match up with the ones you draw next and you start getting annoyed

- Eventually, you snap and just tear the paper in half

“Why are you such a good artist!? It’s unfair!”

- You get up off the bed and start pacing around, uncontrollably fuming

- After going from one wall to the other, you look back up at Scout’s crestfallen expression, sad kicked puppy eyes with a hint of realization

- The tears start falling and Scout smiles and lets out a little sigh, and beckons you to come sit beside him

“Hey, sweetness. C’mere.”

“No, no, no, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you.”

“It’s all good. I get it. Just let me take care of you.”

- Scout presses a kiss to your forehead

Sniper:

- Would likely enjoy it quite a bit if you just wanted a few lazy days with him

- He might go get candy and snacks to take care of you for the week

- He might not fully understand how periods work but he’s probably heard some things

- you two could hang out in his camper and read magazines/listen to music/cuddle

- maybe you start thinking about how you have chores to do and how you’re not doing anything

“Jeez, what is wrong with me? Why can’t I just get up and do dishes or something?”

“It’s alright, roo. You have all the time in the world. Just rest.”

“But—I mean c’mon, I have to do something.”

“Well, do ya feel up to it?”

“Uh…no, I’m in a lot of pain, but—“

“So don’t.”

- the feeling that you need to something starts making you feel bad about yourself and you start silently crying and trying to wipe your tears away

- when Sniper notices he gets concerned and wraps his arms around you

“Hey, hey, you alright?”

“Yeah, heh, sorry. Stupid hormones.”

- Sniper just huffs a laugh and keeps hugging you

Demoman:

- ok let’s be real he would offer you some booze for the pain and stuff

- a movie night would work nicely, because demo could probably pass out sometime during it and it would be a calm night

- the characters in the movie start making you angry, but weirdly angry

“Why do we have to watch this? It never ends up well for the main character! This is depressing!”

“Uh..We could watch something else, ya know.”

“WHY AM I SO ANGRY ALL OF A SUDDEN? WHY DO WE HAVE TO WATCH THIS STUPID THING?!”

- Demo turns off the TV

- you start crying after realizing you snapped at him

“Wait—no no I’m sorry.”

“Hey, lad/lass, c’mere.”

- Demo and you end up cuddling and then both passing out on the couch

Spy:

- I feel like he might know a bit about periods

- But it would really gross him out

- At least he might romance and charm you to make you feel better

- 100% get you fine wine and snacks to make you feel special and loved

- Lounging in his smoking room 10/10, might even offer you some of his special cigars or something if you smoke

- Treats you like high royalty

- Probably goes to medic for painkillers and other things to make you feel better

- Totally a chance to learn to dance to some music on the record player in his smoking room

- I feel like making a bunch of mistakes would set you off

“This isn’t working. Why aren’t my feet working? You’re the best teacher there could be, what am I doing so wrong!?”

- You break away from Spy and hide your tears by turning away from him

“Mon Chérie, are you alright?”

- He walks back in front of you to see you crying

“I’m...sorry.”

- Spy gives you a forehead kiss and wraps you in a warm embrace

- 10003939/10 gentleman he rubs your back until you feel better

Heavy:

- Heavy would likely not care at all, growing up with 4 other women for most of his life

- Considering this he would probably be at least a little educated

- Any questions he had would likely be answered by Medic

- I feel like Heavy would be one of the most understanding mercs

- At Heavy’s turn for making dinner, you decide to go help him because you feel like you’ve been lazy all day

- You burn your hand and start cussing wholeheartedly

“Am I just that bad at cooking!? I’m honestly so useless. Why can’t you teach me to be better!?”

- Heavy’s just straight up confused for a second

“Oh..oh no. I’m sorry.”

- tears start falling

“Is ok. Heavy understands.”

- bear hugs and then finishing up dinner <3

Medic:

- Bro has every remedy on hand and definitely tracks it for you

- So he would already know hormonal vs. Actually being mean/sad

- A good scenario might be a lazier day when you just hang out in his lab, and he educates you more on what he’s doing and why

- It starts you feeling like you’re not good enough and that Medic is so much better at his job than you

“And das how it’s done! Fascinating, ja?”

“Yeah. I guess I just wish I could do all this great stuff like you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, c’mon, you know everything! You know so much you can just do surgery on someone and everything works out!”

“Well, it’s not that simple,—are you crying?”

- You just nod

“Ah. Come here, mein liebling.”

- gives you hugs and kisses until you’re better 🥰

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Thank you for reading!! Again, I’m so sorry that took so damn long. I’m getting back into writing today!

[sugaringcozy]

Donghyuck/Haechan Natal Chart Reading - Part 1: Personality, Mind and Identity

Disclaimers: 

☁️ I will mainly be referring to Haechan as Donghyuck in this reading as I am referring to the actual person, not his stage persona. However, elements of his career/stage persona do come in and I may refer to him as Haechan then!

☁️ This natal chart reading is for entertainment purposes and this is just my perspective. Take this with a grain of salt.

☁️ My intention from this reading is just to understand Donghyuck better and appreciate the person he is, where any troubling topics come up I do not claim to know them as fact or wish to speculate.

Please do not copy my work and credit me if referencing!

Personality

Standout Traits: Intelligent, changeable, sensitive, intuitive, hardworking and creative.

🫧 Eighth house in Gemini - Starting off with this because it is a perfect summary of everything I’m about to cover. Donghyuck is a really magnetic person, a brilliant mind and naturally draws attention to himself.  However, he has many sides to him and is a complex, interesting person and much more sensitive than people realise.

♋️ As you can see, Donghyuck has a LOT of Gemini on his chart lol. As such, there is a lot of Gemini energy. His Gemini chart stellium and Ruler show how well he can fit in with different groups of people, he’s a master at ‘fitting in’ - and he understands exactly what the public are thinking and want from him.

🪩 However, while some people like this are natural chameleons, you will never forget when Donghyuck is present. He is a ‘life of the party’ type as we know… but has a tendency to shock or contradict the normal way of thinking. He is a natural contrarian and doesn't have a filter. Combined with his energy and ability to read others, he has a tendency to say things which are blunt or taboo because he enjoys winding people up and being a clown, haha. He’s incredibly intelligent in the way he does this, even when he does things like randomly trying to kiss the other members- he knows who to pick on and on some level has fun seeing them squirm.

🔥 Gemini Sun and Mars Conjunction - gifts him incredible will-power and passion. Hyuck’s warrior self and fighting spirit aligns with his gemini sun self, which is positive - he is fiery and brave, and this is what makes him SO competitive and ambitious.

💢 Scorpio Ascendant - Scorpios are seen as very mysterious and complex people, but they are actually incredibly honest and funny people. This makes sense for Donghyuck as he sometimes seems a little too honest with his thoughts lmao, but his Gemini self knows when to reign it in.

🧸 Something else which really stood out is how sensitive he is. I will get into this more a later on, but just having a Cancer Mercury (with his Gemini stellium emphasising Mercury traits anyway) AND Pluto in 1st House makes him very expressive, sensitive, and reactive. Hyuck is someone who has to try hard not to let his feelings show on his face, and he feels a lot.

🤹‍♂️ Leo Moon - At his core, Hyuck just loves to be creative and entertain others. He has a great sense of humour, but likes to tease and get on people’s nerves. This is his love language! BUT it also comes from a need to create fun for himself if there is no entertainment around him.  However, when he winds people up and gets into arguments he is forgiven just as easily. Leo Moons are very charismatic, lovable people!!

🦁 A fixed Moon makes him incredibly loyal, determined and hard-working - this is brought out even more by the Leo placement. He has incredible stamina at work.

🩹 His Leo Moon self can be a little uncareful, and he has a tendency to sulk when his pride is hurt. Hyuck will also have a tendency to be emotionally dramatic and really perform his feelings (no surprise to anyone lol). Pride is a big thing for Leos and this is both good and bad, he can be a little bossy, petty, and has to walk away from arguments when they are uncooperative because he can’t abandon his views. In terms of Hyuck as a person, having a Leo Moon in the 9th house is  wonderful. He is extremely intelligent, open-minded and able to read others very well.

🎭 People with a Leo Moon house placement are almost always naturally gifted with acting, dance or performance. A Leo Moon in general is the perfect placement for a life in the arts.

🏆 Aries in Donghyuck’s fifth house compliments his Leo moon perfectly - as a person, Hyuck is playful, athletic and competitive. Takes pleasure from perfectionism - wants to be the best, keep improving himself and be the first to do things. He has a youthful and boisterous - playful energy.

☁️ Uranus in Aquarius - Free-spirited, very unique personality. Creative and very intelligent. Intuitive and empathetic, but sometimes over-opinionated. Having Aquarius in Uranus (the house of change/innovation) suggests Donghyuck loves change and excitement - really fits with his other signs and placements. In fact, Donghyuck needs change and excitement in all areas of his life. Aquarius’ (myself included) are known for being lovably weird - we just do things which other people can't make sense of. I think this sign is quite fitting for Donghyuck because he definitely does some strange, hilarious and unexplainable things sometimes. It’s the embodiment of giving in to your impulses, and when combined with the flippant nature of his Gemini stellium it explains some of the crazy things he casually comes up with.

💫 Something which will keep coming up in this reading is just how forward-thinking Hyuck is. The Trine between Gemini Sun and Aquarius Uranus really demonstrates Hyuck does NOT like old-fashioned and stuffy views and is not afraid of taboos - which is a big deal in a deeply Confucian society like South Korea.

🪖 Jupiter Saturn Conjunction - Makes Donghyuck strong-willed, proud, brave and prosperous. Willing to work for his goals and has patience in achieving them - this is especially true in the context that he became a trainee as a child, with odds stacked against him and has worked his butt off to get where he is today. A mix of incredible luck, talent and being a profound hard-work.

🃏 Opposition between Jupiter and Ascendant/ ‘Jupiter Setting’ - Always very bold people with something quirky about them - usually a larger than life presence and good sense of humour - likes to play ‘the fool’.

🐂 Capricorn in the third house - Donghyuck has grown to be an incredibly resilient and resourceful adult. Very hardworking and will withstand pain to achieve what he wants - he understands sacrifice very well. Fits well with his Saturn in 6th House making him very dedicated and reliable.

🦚 Neptune in Aquarius means someone with a lot of unique inspiration who likes to be bold and daring. Hyuck is also genuinely compassionate and wants to fix problems for the sake of harmony - harmony is really important to him.

🎨 Moon and Neptune Opposition - Donghyuck’s imagination and creativity is really a gift - he will be able to come up with such unique concepts and authentic ideas if he can harness his imagination and his emotions properly.

🗣️ Mars in Gemini - A gemini speciality - king of debating!! Hyuck can and will debate anything, especially if bored or wanting to get his way… as we know lol

🌊 Trine between Venus and Uranus - Creative and experimental person, good with his hands and has very good fluidity of movement - I think this references his talent for dance and general creativity. Naturally talented with musical instruments too.

🫂 Going back to his sensitivity, this can be a very positive trait as it is also where he gets his empathy. Donghyuck’s empathy is something to be admired and he isn't given enough credit for it - he is actually very affected by seeing people hurt and feels a great deal of compassion for them, because he has the ability to truly feel others' feelings.

🎭 Virgo Midheaven - Virgos love to help people and to make things, I think Donghyuck would have always gone into a creative profession. He can struggle to express his true feelings verbally but he will always express his gratitude to fans through his performances and devotion to his craft. Knowing his music makes people happy during hard times will also be very touching for him, and it truly makes the hard days worthwhile. 

👀 Virgo Midheaven also shows him to be a lover of the taboo and unexpected - if all his friends got tattoos, he wouldn’t. If no one in kpop had a tattoo, he would be the first to get one. He’s just naturally a contrarian because he enjoys thinking for himself and making his own rules lmao (probably why he cheats in games too).

🌟🦂 Midheaven in Virgo - 10th House cusp, Scorpio Rising/Ascendant - Intense but captivating personality, you can’t look away from Donghyuck. Again, keeps his insecurities and deep emotional thoughts to himself despite being a very honest person. He will always express his feelings rather than say them outright, and he censors what he does share with everyone. Craves privacy, might be why he hates showing his tummy/bare skin to fans - Hyuck has set a boundary here that no one is allowed to cross - though the Virgo aspect could also show it also stems from a place of self-consciousness and doesn't want others to compare his body with his group mates.

👤✨ Pluto in Sagittarius - Hyuck understands his subconscious truth and has a sense of identity separate from societal expectations. Modern and open-minded views. Pluto being in the 1st house is interesting though, it shows this huge intensity in his personality and makes him crave authenticity. I think this really fits him, he’s both intense and thoughtful, bold and responsible.

Section 2: Mind & Emotions

♊️ Typical to Gemini nature Hyuck is restless and he has such a busy mind. This is supported by his Sun in 7th house too - the inside of his mind must be a very loud place, and all this energy inside him tends to spill out as hyperactivity.

☀️✨ Gemini Stellium - There is a sense of alienation Donghyuck feels often, both in life experiences and in personality. He feels judged for being honest, and his Gemini Sun in 7th House alludes that he gets along with many people but truly ‘clicks’ with few. This Gemini Sun in 7th House can become negative if he is not surrounded by encouragement and stable relationships (however, he is). It is heightened by his Gemini Sun-Venus conjunction in 11th house, opposite a Sagittarius Pluto-Chiron conjunction in 4th house which will make him place a huge amount of importance on whether he is socially accepted and loved. It gives him an edge of determination as an idol, to become ‘the best’, ‘the most loved’, BUT he will also have felt very depressed about himself at times and comments about his appearance as a kid will have really stuck with him. His self-esteem is lower than it seems at first, though he is confident in himself.

⚖️🙇🏻‍♂️ Neptune in Aquarius - this is a fixed sign so again Donghyuck is very fixed in his values although his mind and interests change often. Can sometimes feel a bit alien or like he has a hard time understanding others people who are superficial or conformist. These natives tend to be deep thinkers underneath their flashy exteriors and Donghyuck probably thinks a lot about the deeper stuff and issues he cannot find answers to. Might be why he finds religion grounding and helpful (will go into that in Identity). Again very stubborn in his ideas, but his mind will change so quickly (esp. with all his water signs) that he can suddenly lose interest in arguing his case!! ❤️‍🩹 Along with his Neptune in third House - Hyuck is a beacon of strength in himself but to really flourish and be happy he needs supportive friends around him and to hear encouragement.

🌑⚔️ Leo Moon - Again a duality here where Hyuck is intensely self-critical, never thinking he has done enough or being satisfied with his performances, but is very prideful about his opinions and his singing and dancing talents. Moon in the 9th house can show insecurity about emotional vulnerability and suggests Donghyuck copes with this by acting out his emotions. By making everything a big performance, he doesn't have to verbalise topics which are hard to talk about. He also does this to avoid rejection, because as mentioned, he can feel misunderstood and judged, living in a superficial society.

🔮☁️ Leo Moon and Sagittarius Pluto Trine - Donghyuck’s intuition and gut feelings can be really strong when not clouded by fear, so much that he could even be psychic. Has a lot of psychic protection, maybe from his ancestors.

💢🔥 Gemini Mars - Makes Donghyuck especially fiery in anger - he can have a temper and I see him as the type to get really mad, and then get over it quickly because Geminis are so changeable lol. However, the Gemini Sun and Mars conjunction can also show Hyuck can be consumed by his feelings - definitely the type to rant, to argue or yell into his pillow - definitely swears a lot off camera. If really provoked, Hyuck has the potential to say things in the heat of the moment which are cruel; forgetting his humility. But due to his empathetic nature, Donghyuck will then genuinely feel terrible about it once he calms down. Combined with self-criticism/self-doubt, he is likely to suffer from anxiety without grounding and support from loved ones. For Hyuck, Mars is in the 7th house which is interesting as Mars is in the natural house of Venus, its polar opposite. What this means is Donghyuck has an incredible ability to channel his anger/frustrations into creativity if he doesn't let himself wallow in it.

🌪️ Mercury in Cancer - A deep thinker with a lot of mental energy and a VERY good memory. The inside of his mind is very loud though lol. Like many water signs, Hyuck is emotionally changeable and can experience overwhelming feelings which he moves on from just as quickly. In the eighth house it gives Hyuck a very busy mind, especially with the emotionality of Cancer so Hyuck likely has problems switching his mind off. People with this placement often have insomnia or vivid dreams (I think he has spoken about insomnia before?)

🧠⚡️ Uranus in Third House - Really rapid thinker, genius ideas just come to Haechan and he notices patterns easily. This is probably what gives him that scheming edge whenever he plays a game. Needs intellectual stimulation all the time & will have a wide range of hobbies (with his Gemini stellium I think his hobbies probably change often too) and a short attention span. In a lot of ways having such a busy and varied job as an idol really suits him. Donghyuck also has a very restless mind and thinks a lot. Again, puts a lot of value on his own ideas and beliefs which he has gained through challenging rules and authority. Hyuck knows he is different from most people and it can heighten a sense of ‘not-belonging’- but this isn’t necessarily negative and he is confident in his mind.

☔️ Trine between Venus and Uranus - Must be encouraged to share his deeper thoughts and feelings - again this could be his issue with being emotionally vulnerable. Hyuck is the type to try to demonstrate how he is feeling without having to tell you.

🥊 Square between Jupiter and Uranus - Some restlessness and anxiety can occur with this placement. Donghyuck has a strong urge to break free of tradition and to be free of ordinary routine - in this sense I think being an idol is actually an excellent career for him, as long as he doesn’t beat himself up over mistakes. Also makes Donghyuck a natural thrill-seeker and risk-taker. People with this placement tend to have very modern and open-minded views and a bold sense of humour.

💡 Opposition between Jupiter and Ascendant/’Jupiter Setting’ - A slightly negative aspect - Hyuck can fail to really consider the opinions of others because he places a very high value on his own beliefs/ideas, which could cause friction in relationships. Seeing how much Haechan has grown up over the years though, learning to be quiet and letting others believe what they want - I think he has an awareness of this behaviour and is trying to grow from it. For the most part it is something people just grow out of with maturity and experience 🫶

🌑🩹 Lilith in Capricorn - Lilith is where we hide our taboo sides, our trauma, shame, insecurities and hidden desires from the world. I read Haechan as a perfectionist (Capricorn) who is unable to ever feel fully satisfied with his success and performance. He is an insane workaholic as we know, but he nevers feels he has done well enough. There is also a part of him which is cynical or a little icy, as a result of trauma and disappointments in his life. Can be afraid of showing his delicate emotional side to people (goes back to the ‘funny loud guy’ personality.) At times (off camera, as Lilith is a hidden side) Haechan probably comes across as quite serious or somber. You definitely see this more as he has gotten older. However, Hyuck also has an extraordinary stamina and resilience when it comes to times of hardship and conflict.

🖤🔒 Eighth house in Gemini - His privacy is something that bothers him. He wrestles with himself over what fans should and shouldn't know about him/his life. As an idol he likely also feels he cant fully be who he is inside, so there is a conscious mask - he loves to push boundaries but knows not to push too far, so he moderates what he shows of himself even around the members. There are things even they don't know about him.  Along with his Scorpio Ascendant, Donghyuck feels a need to control what people see of him. A good example is his ‘customer service’/on-camera voice, which is a purposeful decision as he knows fans like Haechan to be cute. However it is also so that he can keep some of his identity private and put a boundary between Haechan and Donghyuck.

🌀Twelfth house in Scorpio - Donghyuck is good at burying his feelings and his secrets, which is unfortunate because then he has to carry the burden of them by himself. Donghyuck hates to talk about the low points of his past, his insecurities, fears and failures and this means he works through his issues in private, not wanting anyone to know. This can mean he suffers in silence, and that he needs to learn to process his feelings and let others in. This house can indicate someone who is almost unaware of their own psychological suffering or resists being vulnerable. I don't want to say I am worried about him - there is much positivity in his chart too, but I’m glad he has a supportive circle around him in NCT and I’m sure his family are the same.

Section 3: Identity & Appearance

👑 Gemini is associated with Mercury, the androgynous planet, so having a Gemini Sun and Venus will mean Hyuck doesn’t feel the need to play into masculinity the way some male idols do - he is happy being seen as cute, having long hair and doesn’t look for validation in his masculinity the way a lot of men do. King shit!! It also means he appears to have some typically feminine qualities; big doe eyes, plush lips, plush thighs, a pretty vocal tone etc.

❓ With a Gemini Sun in 7th House, Donghyuck really struggles to find a sense of identity separate from what he is to others - his self-worth and identity is dependent on how others see him, quite likely because becoming an idol at such a young age has really restricted his social development and sense of personal identity. They say becoming famous as a kid is a type of trauma and so I imagine he has felt stuck - with his understanding of himself, and therefore most of what he knows about himself is related to how others see him. I imagine he enjoys trying new things to find out if he likes them, to learn more about himself as a person.

💫✨ Gemini Sun and Aquarius Uranus Trine - Hyuck is naturally very intuitive and in tune with the universe. In turn this makes him empathetic and able to really feel others' pain. This also means he probably dreams very vividly and has strong gut feelings. Because of this, he may be drawn to find answers to the unexplainable through religion or spirituality. This trine also shows an absolute hatred for routine - no matter how his life played out, Hyuck would need a varied and busy job. 

👣 Square between Aquarius Uranus &  Scorpio Ascendant - Haechan is the epitome of a self-made person, but I think he is conscious that he did not have a conventional upbringing/teenage period and this placement brings up the lack of self-identity and experiences that other people his age have.

🎙️ Uranus in Third House - Usually these natives have a distinctive voice - for Haechan and his angelic vocals this is absolutely true. Also a really witty, expressive communicator.

🪐 Jupiter in Taurus - makes him broad-shouldered and attractive. Again shows an innate respect for religion/spirituality/deeper meaning - interesting bc as we know he seems to be exploring his faith and enjoys praying before performing. A Jupiter in Taurus native also has a tendency to indulge in his pleasures, but with his financial prosperity this shouldn't be an issue.

🔮 Cancer Mercury in Eighth House - Donghyuck feels there must be a greater purpose to everything, and has a great hunger to learn the complexities of life and things we cannot understand through religion or the supernatural. This tracks well because I know he has been seen praying before concerts and Mark bought him a bible - so I assume faith is something they talk about together.

⚔️ Opposition between Mercury and Lilith - Quite a hard placement, finds it hard to understand himself and there is a continuing theme of an inner conflict.

🎯 Mars & Uranus Trine means natural charisma is attractive and feels exhilarating to others - he’s bold and exciting and outrageous. It adds to his natural  competitiveness. 

🏴‍☠️  Aquarius Uranus in 3rd house - Hyuck has a rebellious streak and a dislike for authority and strictness. This tells us the way Donghyuck sees the world - he sees social norms as boring and is distrustful of authority- he knows that someone in a higher position doesn’t automatically know better. He is also absolutely the type to HATE rich assholes & chaebols who act as if they are better than others. 

⚔️📝 Square between Saturn and Uranus - Describes some inner tension or unrest which gives a huge amount of creative energy and boldness. Combined with his other placements, I think this speaks of the conflict between Donghyuck and Haechan. Donghyuck is not a confident person, so being Haechan on camera/stage allows him to become everything he needs as an idol - the unrest inside him creates a huge amount of creativity and boldness through his Haechan persona.

💸 Moon Sextile Venus - This placement attracts popularity, comfort and wealth. Can be a little over-indulgent in things he enjoys, like food, games and presents for loved ones.

Also such a cute placement, basically meaning Hyuck is naturally a very lovable, soft and endearing nature. People naturally want to take care of him. But, people with this placement are usually so good at being adorable that they can simply rely on this to get their way, so has a tendency to manipulate others with his cuteness.

💅 Venus in the 7th house also means Hyuck is naturally attractive and charming without needing to try. Along with his Venus & Mars Conjunction, Hyuck has what is referred to as a magnetic appeal. People are just drawn to him, and he would be a fascinating and attractive person in any career. Masculine Mars & feminine Venus conjunction is also interesting, I choose to see it as a balance of these energies within himself. Hyuck is confident in his masculinity!!

😷 Square between Jupiter and Uranus - this is a slightly negative aspect. I think Donghyuck feels very conscious of the ways he has to moderate himself to be acceptable in a superficial and judgmental society. If Haechan wasn’t an idol I think he would live an unusual lifestyle in some way and not pay much attention to Korean social norms. However, we know what other people think really matters to him, so I believe this adds to this feeling of 'I can't show this normal part of me to the public'.

🩶 Chiron in Sagittarius 1st House in Retrograde - Suggests there is a disconnect with who Donghyuck is at his core and how he fits into the world. Again goes with this theme of a lack of self-identity or knowing things about himself and life for certain. I have this too but not in retrograde (I was also born in 2000) and the best way I can describe it is just feeling… lost. It is hard to understand this crazy world enough to be confident in the path you’re walking - in 1st house especially you can feel very new to the world. It also means it’s a sign of finding purpose in this lifetime, not just physically but spiritually. This is a large part of his journey to overcome, and it will get easier for him.

🌟 Venus is a powerful planet in Donghyuck’s chart so it suggests he is in control of his actions (even if he cannot control his feelings). This is really positive and attracts wealth, respect and fame. A really good placement for a famous person.

Section 4: Health

Venus in 7th House - Vulnerable to back problems. 💢

People with Saturn in 6th House tend to be obsessive workaholics. However, they have a tendency to be overworked for long periods which is good for nobody’s health and likely adds to the emotional exhaustion mentioned in Donghyuck's other placements. Health issues can occur due to stress (which would mean high blood pressure, fainting, heart problems etc.)

Sixth house in Taurus speaks of physical exertion - it is suggesting Donghyuck is overdoing himself physically and changes will have to come in the future as it will continue to impact his health.

Honestly I don't think Hyuck has a predisposition to heart issues, I think his illness occurred because he is so overworked and hasn’t treated himself with a lot of compassion 🙁 The good news is he seems to be doing better now, and this kindness for himself will grow with age. I will touch on this later but he will go through a huge emotional transformation in the next couple of years + will really come into his own. 🤍

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