#it means a lot to me!! it warms my heart!!!

[diagonal-queen]

im basically back so i'm doing this even though nobody will read it lol (i dont even blame you because look at all that TEXT)

Do you have a good relationship with your parents? not really i guess? it's complicated so imma just say nah

Who did you last say “I love you” to? i think to my dog lol

Do you regret anything? i regret writing rpf as a kid 💀 i also regret smacking my little brother's butt to discipline him as a kid. it goes against my stance of 'don't hit children' that i have today and i do feel real bad about it, i just emulated the parenting techniques i knew at that age.

Are you insecure? HELLA lmao

What is your relationship status? single as FUCK boiiiiiiiiiii

How do you want to die? peacefully and in my sleep with my puppies laying next to me

What did you last eat? right now i'm eating crackers

Played any sports? used to be a bit of a discus prodigy as a kid, and was also not a half-bad sprinter. i danced from 2-12 as well and also enjoyed chess. nowadays i don't play any sports

Do you bite your nails? i do on occasion but i try not to

When was your last physical fight? i've never been in one. maybe with my sister when we were kids? idk

Do you like someone? kind of? if that makes sense

Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? no. but i've tried for sure lol

Do you hate anyone at the moment? yeah, but by now it's a dormant hate that just lingers

Do you miss someone? is it possible to miss someone you haven't met irl before?

Have any pets? two doggos!

How exactly are you feeling at the moment? neutral, but like a 6/10

Ever made out in the bathroom? i mean a lot of people pee in the woods right so technically yeah

Are you scared of spiders? i'm desensitised mostly, like if i see one i won't kill it (unless i KNOW it's dangerous). if the spider is on me it's a different story

Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? i literally always think about this lol. there's so much i wish i could change but at the same time, even though i don't like myself, i don't think i deserve to be put through all that again

Where was the last place you snogged someone? the gay bar

What are your plans for this weekend? moving lol

Do you want to have kids? How many? i would usually say 'i'm 20 i'm too young to consider it yet' but one of my classmates from highschool has a baby already so i don't know man T-T

Do you have piercings? How many? just on my ears

What is/are/were your best subject(s)? english and legal studies in highschool, and psychology now.

Do you miss anyone from your past? i reminisce but don't miss

What are you craving right now? a warm brownie would be great

Have you ever broken someone’s heart? HE said i did, i don't believe him, but even if i did he deserved it (trust me on this one. he deserved it.)

Have you ever been cheated on? not that i'm aware of, but i wouldn't be surprised if i was

Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? not that i'm aware of. i hope not??

What’s irritating you right now? the heat. i'm not having a hot girl summer at all T-T

Does somebody love you? i hope so

What is your favourite color? i like baby and dusty pink. and lilac

Do you have trust issues? i'm pretty sure

Who/what was your last dream about? last night i dreamt that i was in a relationship with pt4 jotaro. he was quiet, gentle and loving. this is weird because i am female

Who was the last person you cried in front of? i think my mother? if not then probably my bestie

Do you give out second chances too easily? yes, sadly

Is it easier to forgive or forget? it's hard for me to forgive someone if they don't at least apologise. so i guess forget

Is this year the best year of your life? it's february, but like hopefully yeah!

How old were you when you had your first kiss? sweet 16

Have you ever walked outside completely naked? no T-T

Favourite food? fried chicken, one specific chocolate cake, yellow nectarines and sushi

Do you believe everything happens for a reason? not in the way others do

What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? watched scott cramer

Is cheating ever okay? usually i'd say no. but there are rare instances where i reckon it's not necessarily a bad thing (as bad as that might sound)

Are you mean? i don't think so

How many people have you fist fought? none?? T-T

Do you believe in true love? yes

Favourite weather? dark and overcast (not raining), cool but not cold

Do you like the snow? i've only been in snow once and it was a good time. but i got ice in my eye during a snowball fight and it scarred me a little bit

Do you wanna get married? for sure i do! i know most people think of marriage culture as outdated and heteronormative (which i fully understand) but i do want to be a bride one day. i'd love that

Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? hm...when a girl does it i don't mind but when a boy does it it feels a little icky IM SORRY </3

What makes you happy? clowns, stuffed toys, colourful soap, poofy sleeves, tbh i'm really a six year old at heart and a lot of things make me happy

Would you change your name? okay so i wouldn't legally change my first name (i don't often like when people besides my family use it, but it's rare and pretty so i wanna keep it), but i would like to make Dia my legal alias that would be so sick. i would for sure change my last name though that shit boring asf

Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? no. i'd kiss her again she was nice

Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? i'd marry and adopt kittens with you @jesterph0bic

Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? refer to question 55

Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? my brother (hbd btw)

Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? my sister

Do you believe in soulmates? yes but not in the traditional way

Is there anyone you would die for? yes

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

[yawchi]

"just fucking listen to me and do it already."

there has never been a time in itoshi rin's life that he has ever allowed anyone to speak to him this way.

"yes, beloved."

until now.

leaning back against the headboard, you cross your arms over your chest and let out a light huff of satisfaction. of triumph. he has half a mind to jerk you out of the bed by your ankles.

yet, he doesn't. no, instead he tugs his shirt off over his head, shrugs past broad shoulders. slinks past chiseled forearms. he discards it in the laundry bin (something he's discovered is hard for you to do) and picks up the object of your demands.

a baby pink sweater, with dark pink hearts stitched throughout.

he picks it up and pretends he doesn't hear your faint chuckle at his demise; rubs the fabric between the pads of his fingers. scrunches his nose up in the way you chastise him for.

that's too mean, rin! you say. how are you ever gonna make any friends with a face like that?

he doesn't care. he doesn't want to. why would he need friends when he has you? are you not enough? do you not fulfill all of his needs? he believes so, at the very least.

one arm slips through surprisingly soft cashmere, then the other. then he's poking his head through the middle whole and there's a whole lot of pink passing in his line of sight.

seriously, when the fuck did he start letting people boss him around like that?

when did he start to find it so easy to give in? when did you sneak in? why haven't you left?

"oh. my god," you're whispering, then shrieking, "oh my god!"

"okay," he chokes out, finally, tugging at the collar before the sweater’s even laid properly over his torso. “that’s enough.”

“don’t you dare,” you snap, and he listens.

and what the fuck.

you shimmy your way to the foot of the bed, right in front of rin. pushing yourself onto your knees, you reach forward to swat his hands away and smooth out the wrinkles. there’s something in your eye—a glimmer, maybe. it’s pretty. rin frowns to hide his blush.

“oh, yeah. this is—“

“ridiculous,” rin cuts you off with a fixed glare. “i look ridiculous.”

“ridiculously adorable,” you counter, scoff at him with a wave of your hand. “this is it. i want you to wear this one to dinner.”

“no.”

“yes.”

“no.”

“yes,” and you’re leaning in, smoothing one hand over his clavicle and circling the other around the back of his neck. nose brushing nose, warm breath to warm cheeks. “for me? i’ll be so good.”

you kiss him—more of a peck, really—but it’s enough to have him feigning, giving in.

“fine,” he huffs, jerks his head away from you and grabs his keys off the top of the dresser. “one hour.”

“deal!” you chirp, slipping out of bed to slip into your shoes and itoshi rin is seriously dumb founded.

he isn’t sure when he started letting people boss him around—when he started letting you—but, he must admit that a little piece of him thinks it might be worth it.

especially when you’re going to be so very good for him later.

[chlerc]

hidden recordings ; charles leclerc

— summary; you never realised how sentimental and adorable charles could be until you come across the black box tucked away in a corner of a drawer.

pairing — highschool-best-friend-charles leclerc x f. reader ( third person story )

word count — 1172.

content — 5 short recordings he recorded just to remember you, and how he secretly wishes you’d stumble upon it one day. he loves you a lot, like a loooottttttt. you’re it for him.

NAVIGATION + author’s note: i love this vcr love confession concept so much, it’s so cute recording things and people that means the most to you. happy chinese new year :o

THE LATE AFTERNOON SUNLIGHT FILTERED softly through the window, casting a warm, amber glow across the apartment as she worked her way through the cluttered shelves. It was supposed to be a simple day of tidying up — a routine chore that had grown overdue — but as always, the small, nostalgic things had a way of slowing her down. Dust motes danced in the air as she opened an old, wooden box tucked away in the corner of a drawer, a box she had almost forgotten. Its contents were a time capsule of sorts, filled with small mementos and keepsakes that had survived the years — photographs, letters, concert tickets, and little trinkets that had woven themselves into the fabric of her relationship with Charles.

A small smile tugged at her lips as she sifted through the items, fingers brushing over the worn edges of a photograph of them as children, their innocent grins forever preserved in time. It was a testament to how far they’d come, from childhood friends to something far deeper, a bond that had grown over years of shared experiences and memories. As she dug further into the box, her hand paused as it closed around something unfamiliar — a small, black thumb drive, half-buried beneath a stack of old letters.

Her brow furrowed in curiosity as she pulled it out, turning it over in her fingers. It wasn’t labelled, and for a moment, she wondered what it could contain. Charles was never one to leave things lying around without a reason, and this had clearly been tucked away for some time. Her curiosity piqued, she reached for her laptop, a quiet hum of intrigue settling over her as she plugged the thumb drive into the port.

The screen flickered to life, revealing a folder containing five short video files. No titles, just numbered sequences — each one simple and unassuming, yet they called to her like fragments of a forgotten story. With a small click, she opened the first file, and her heart skipped a beat as the screen filled with the familiar face of Charles, much younger, his boyish charm evident even then.

He must have been in his early teens in this first video. His hair was a little unruly, the way it always used to be when he wasn’t bothered by appearances, and there was a hint of nervousness in the way he looked directly into the camera. He cleared his throat awkwardly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other before speaking. “Uh, hi,” he began, his voice cracking slightly with the uncertainty of youth. “So, I’m not really sure why I’m doing this… but I guess it’s just something I wanted to keep. A reminder, maybe. For her.” There was a pause, and he ran a hand through his hair, glancing off-camera as if gathering his thoughts. “She’s always been there, you know? My best friend… even though I’m older, I still think she’s way braver than I am.”

A soft chuckle escaped her as she watched him stumble through his words, that endearing awkwardness still as familiar as ever. The screen flickered as the video ended, and without hesitation, she opened the next one. This time, Charles appeared a little older, his features more defined, his smile a little more confident.

“It’s funny,” he said, the camera slightly shaky as if he were holding it himself, “I never realised how much she means to me until recently. We’ve always been together, and it’s like… it’s always been her. I don’t know how else to explain it.” His gaze softened, and there was a vulnerability in his eyes that made her heart ache in the sweetest way. “She’s the one person who can make everything feel right, even when things are a mess. I think, no — I know, I’m in love with her. I’ve been in love with her for longer than I knew.”

The words hung in the air, settling deep within her as she paused the video, feeling the weight of his confession even though it had been made years ago. It was a piece of him, captured in time, before they had ever taken that leap from friends to something more. She pressed play again, her heart caught in her throat.

The third video was taken during what looked like a school trip. The background was noisy, filled with the laughter of classmates and the hum of distant chatter. Charles was standing by a river, looking a little winded as if he had just finished some outdoor activity. “She’s going to laugh at this,” he grinned, breathless but radiant. “She always teases me about being uncoordinated, but she’s the one who nearly fell into the river earlier. I had to catch her — again.” His smile softened. “I wouldn’t change a thing, though. She’s… she’s my favourite person in the world.”

By the fourth video, she found herself holding back tears. In this one, he was visibly older, perhaps just before he left for university. His expression was more serious, the playful boyishness replaced with something more resolute. “I’m leaving soon,” he began, his voice quieter, as though he were speaking directly to her even though she wasn’t there. “And it terrifies me. I don’t know what it’s going to be like, being apart for the first time in… ever. But I know one thing for sure: no matter where I go, or how long we’re apart, I’ll always come back to her. I have to. She’s… she’s home.”

Her hands trembled slightly as she clicked on the final video, her breath catching in her chest. In this one, Charles was as she knew him now — his familiar face filling the screen with that smile that always seemed to disarm her. “If you’re watching this,” he said softly, “then you’ve found it. I wasn’t sure if you ever would, but I hoped you might.” His eyes glimmered with affection, his smile gentle. “You’ve always been the best part of my life. From the very beginning. I made these videos because I wanted to remember — wanted you to remember — how much you’ve always meant to me. I’ve loved you for a long time, and I’m going to keep loving you for the rest of my life.”

Her vision blurred as the final video ended, the stillness of the room punctuated by the steady hum of the laptop. She sat there for a long moment, overwhelmed by the depth of what she had just witnessed — memories of Charles, preserved like fragments of a love story that spanned years. Each video was a testament to the quiet, unwavering devotion that had always existed between them, even before they had given it a name.

As she closed the laptop, her heart swelled with an indescribable warmth. This was their story — one that began in childhood and grew into something more, something profound. And as she held the thumb drive in her hand, she knew that whatever lay ahead, they would always have these memories to hold onto.

[yara0546]

Enhypen reaction | You get shy when meeting them at a Fansign

Pairing: enhypen x female!reader

Genre: fluff, relationship, comedy.

Note : English is not my first language, so I apologize if there are any grammatical errors, because I sometimes use a translator in some sentences.

Masterlist

Heeseung

Heeseung immediately notices the way your hands fidget as you approach him. His eyes soften, and a teasing smile tugs at his lips.

“Aww, are you nervous?” he coos, resting his chin on his hand while watching you intently. When you nod shyly, he chuckles, scribbling something on your album. “That’s cute. But don’t worry, I don’t bite.”

Seeing your face turn red at his words, he decides to be extra sweet. He leans in slightly and whispers, “Since you’re my fan, I’ll remember you. Next time, let’s talk more comfortably, okay?” He then slides your album back with a wink, leaving you a blushing mess.

Jay

Jay can’t hide his amusement when he sees you struggling to speak. Your fingers clutch the edge of the table as you avoid his gaze.

“Are you okay?” he asks, tilting his head with a warm smile. When you barely manage a nod, he chuckles. “You don’t have to be nervous, you know. We’re just people too.”

To make you feel more at ease, he casually starts talking about his day. “I actually spilled coffee on my shirt earlier. It was a mess,” he laughs, hoping to distract you from your shyness. By the time you move to the next member, you’re still quiet, but at least your lips curl into a small smile—which is a win in Jay’s book.

Jake

The moment you sit in front of Jake, he notices your hesitant demeanor. His eyes twinkle as he leans forward slightly, resting his arms on the table.

“You’re shy, aren’t you?” he asks with a bright grin. “It’s okay, I get shy too sometimes!”

To prove his point, he makes a dramatic expression of nervousness, clutching his chest. “Oh no, I’m shaking! (Y/N) is in front of me! What do I do?” He playfully fans himself, making you giggle despite your nerves.

When he sees you relax a little, he grins in satisfaction. “There we go! You have a really pretty smile. Make sure to show it more, okay?”

Sunghoon

Sunghoon watches you with gentle curiosity as you lower your head, too flustered to speak. He doesn’t tease you but instead gives you an understanding nod.

“Are you nervous?” he asks, his voice quieter than usual. When you nod, he hums thoughtfully before writing something in your album.

You blink as you read his message: "It's okay to be shy! I'm also not great at talking sometimes, so I understand. Let's cheer for each other!"

When you look up at him in surprise, he just gives you a small but reassuring smile. “You don’t have to say much. Just being here means a lot,” he says. His sincerity makes your heart race even more.

Sunoo

Sunoo gasps dramatically when he sees you freeze up in front of him. “Oh my gosh! Are you shy because of me?” He bats his eyelashes playfully. “I must be really handsome today.”

His teasing makes you blush even more, and he giggles, absolutely loving your reaction. “You’re so cute!” he exclaims, reaching out to hold your hands for a second. “It’s okay! You don’t have to be nervous. We’re besties now!”

He then quickly doodles a heart next to his signature and slides it back to you. “Next time, let’s talk more, okay? I’ll be waiting!” His bright energy makes you feel a little less nervous as you move on.

Jungwon

Jungwon notices how you fumble with your words and lower your gaze. He immediately goes into “leader mode,” wanting to make you feel comfortable.

“You must be really shy,” he says kindly. “It’s okay. I know meeting people you admire can be nerve-wracking.”

Instead of pressuring you to speak, he fills the silence with a soft conversation. “Do you have a favorite song from us? Just nod if you don’t want to talk.”

When you nod shyly, he smiles. “Oh, that’s a good choice! That’s one of my favorites too.”

By the time you leave, he hopes you feel a little more at ease—and he secretly hopes he’ll see you again next time.

Ni-ki

Ni-ki immediately picks up on your nervousness, and a playful smirk appears on his lips. He rests his chin on his hand, pretending to study you.

“Hmm… are you always this shy, or is it just because of me?” he asks, obviously enjoying your flustered state.

When you bury your face in your hands, he laughs and nudges the album toward you. “Here, let me give you a special message.”

When you open it, you see his note: "Next time, let’s have a staring contest! If you win, I’ll give you a secret.” You look up at him in confusion, and he simply winks. “Better start practicing,” he says as you move on, completely red-faced.

[meleebites]

🧸 Hugs, kisses, snuggles, words. He's very warm.

🦢 "You need to stop snoring, Gorey. I'm a light sleeper." "I told you far too many times that I can sleep on the couch if you can't sleep with me!"

🍡 How many times have I answered this question? He has no nicknames for me, I call him everything in the book that isn't "babe", "bae" or "baby".

🪽 Still working this part out but damn was it ever warm and comforting. He deserved it. His soft lips deserved it. <3

🪺 "Oh, he's pretty and he's nice and I kinda wanna hug him." to "Most charming man alive, 10/10, I'd marry him and start a new family with him."

🪷 Picture a divorced middle-aged man starting a selfship blog. That's literally it.

🧊 Proper grammar, emojis (particularly hearts), no extreme tones. Has autocorrect.

🍋‍🟩 Probably something cheesy. "My beloved Kannon ♡" "MY PRECIOUS BUTTERCUP ♡"

💍 We'd get married ASAP if we didn't care about how long we've been a thing for. Asgore would LOVE to get married, as his last divorce really affected him and he wants to get back what he once had, but he'd be nervous about me leaving him like he normally is. I'm a bit less ready for marriage, as I have less experience and am younger, but I want our bond to get even stronger so nothing could tear us apart.

🪻 In source his favourite is golden flower tea. He'll drink any herbal or floral tea. He probably doesn't drink them cold usually.

☁️ We don't actually do much, come to think of it. We just coexist and breathe in each other's air. And eat. And sleep. And play games. And go on walks. And make out. And cuddle. And travel. Or something close.

🛍 He always gives me flowers. They mean a lot to him. He gives me ones that remind him of me. I mostly get him food, or I make art for him, or whatever he asks me to get him... but if he does that, he's in a great mood. He usually tells me not to buy or get him anything as he says he is undeserving of gifts. He isn't.

🫧 Skipping this one yet again as it's difficult for me.

🪼 Writing fanfiction is something I do to cheer myself up. I'm good at writing (I think) so I always have a fanfiction I'm working on. Unfortunately, I don't really share these as the contents are usually sexual and might offend some people. It's not proshippy though, that stuff's gross.

misc. selfship asks ❤︎

thank you for 400! <3 answer these asks however you'd like, but please practice reblog karma if applicable! 💌

🧸 - how would your f/o try to comfort you if you were upset? 🦢 - what's a petty argument you'd have with your f/o? 🍡 - what nicknames do you have for each other?

🪽 - what was your first kiss with your f/o like, if you've had it?

🪺 - describe your f/os perception of you before you got together, compared to what it is now! 🪷 - if the roles were reversed and your f/o was the one selfshipping with you, what would their blog look like?

🧊 - how would your f/o text you? would they use proper punctuation/capitalization, or type more informally?

🍋‍🟩 - similarly, what would your contact names be for each other?

💍 - how do you and your f/o feel about marriage?

🪻 - what's your f/o's coffee or drink order?

☁️ - how does your f/o like to spend their free time with you? 🛍️ - what would your f/o get you as a gift? additionally, what would you get for them?

🫧 - what song(s) remind you of your f/o?

🪼 - what’s your favorite way to feel closer to your f/o?

proship/comship/neutral dni

[ghostofreach]

IM NOT DEAD🔥🔥🔥

I’m not sick and dying anymore so I’m getting back on the grind🙏🙏🙏 have an old ref sheet of my diluc redesign (with some minor changes) that I just finished (finally lmfaoooo)

This is actually bad news for me because now I don’t have an excuse to draw him inconsistently 💔💔

Ignore the misspelling. NEOW……

Anyway I’m gonna talk about his design because i can 💯

Major points/changes

- he is no longer a twig. Very self explanatory this guy has a big awesome claymore I cannot convince myself that he doesn’t have the means to swing that thing around (one handed no less)

- I darkened his color palette, but I also made it a bit warmer in nature. The pure white right in the middle is a bit distracting and I don’t think it does much to communicate his personality. It just breaks up his design in a way I don’t like.

- scars, yes, but also stitches on his face. I imagine it’s new bruises, stitches, or scabs every week. I know it makes his face just a taaad busy, but idk. Ive been drawing that headcannon for forever atp so I try to accommodate that busyness with lots of flat color by the face to balance everything out

- Just a hint of embroidery here and there. It implies culture and adds just a bit of softness to the design (most of it is on the shawl underneath the fur)

Specific details I want to talk about!

The white fur shawl/scarf/neck warmer/make up a word idk💔

- this serves multiple purposes both thematically and visually

- it creates a ‘barrier’ around his face, not unlike the protective walls that border Mondstadt. It serves to imply his personality without dialogue, a bit closed off and skeptical at first. Almost as if he is trying to shield his peripherals from oncoming foes.

But it is still a soft barrier, and can be easily peeled away to reveal a very kind person at heart.

- it emphasizes the square shape. Not much to say there. Makes his shape language a bit more interesting as well by introducing a softer shape near the top.

- looks a bit like snow, no? Almost like snezhnaya still weighs heavy on his shoulders.

- underneath the fur is a faded red shawl from his mother. The only parts visible from the outside are those golden tassels. I like this bit a lot because it implies that (in reference to the point above) he doesn’t really know a whole lot about his mother or father- it’s buried under mounds of snow. The only thing he has truly been left is their wealth. He’s gonna have to dig if he wants to know their true nature.

-it contrasts very well with the Fatui. Where the harbingers have their signature white coats with black fur, Diluc wears a black coat with white fur

The coat

- it’s wind resistant for sure but also a bit… warm. It’s very thick and long and you can’t actually see a lot of what’s underneath. He’s only showing the viewer a sliver of what’s underneath. Under the rest of the coat? It could be anything. Knives, his vision, maybe even a gun? (Correct assumptions)

-it leaves the average onlooker with a lot of questions but is also very convenient in a fight. Can’t block a surprise knife to the liver if you never even knew he had one on his person.

Miscellaneous

- layers are super prevalent in his design. Especially on his face. From the makeup to the contact, he’s trying really, really hard to convince everyone he is fine (WRONG‼️) the people closest to can tell something is off, but… who are they to say anything?

- the nail polish was initially added because I thought it was funny but I also think it could be effective as a last resort in a fight. Imagine you’re in a fight with a guy and he ignites his fingernails. Scary af.

…I realize that’s probably not possible but it’s really cool so I’m just gonna suspend my belief.

Here’s some hair stuff. I wanna write about mondstadt hair lore in my au/rewrite bc it rots my brain but I have so many wips I gotta do those first

[iamsebastiansstan]

broke you just to own you - NAC x fem!reader

summary - He’s like a man possessed, and he’s come to hunt down what is rightfully his: her first explosive full-body orgasm, the one she promised him, the one that seals his ownership over her sex, the one she’s desperate to give him. wc - 5k - MINORS DNI!

warnings - nasty nasty dirty talk, squirting, pussy slapping, MENTIONS of pee but only because he's so gone in the moment that he says something fucked up to make her cum, cockwarming, loving humiliation hehe

A/N - welcome to my depraved mind, we're only getting started. thank y'all for your continuous support and feedback, means a lot! love you, hope you enjoy <333

taglist - @hoffmansgirl / @blackynsupremacy / @emluvsuxo / @urlitttlevenicebitch / @niteskysx / @lalavenderangel / @nicholaschavezbby / @motherismotheringggg

SERIES MASTERLIST

Bleary-eyed and messy-haired she stumbles down the stairs, crabby at having woken up all by herself in bed instead of wrapped up in his arms. She hears voices coming from the kitchen and follows that sound, finding Nicholas and Cooper sitting at the counter, sharing leftover fries and laughing about one thing or another. 

Without saying a word, she steps up to Nicholas and buries her face in his neck, unabashed in her neediness, and whimpers when he immediately goes to hold her against him tightly. 

“Aw, baby,” he coos, “you grumpy?” He chuckles through her nod. “’m here now, (Y/N).”

“Never mess with her post-nap,” Cooper provides helpfully, “or you’ll regret it.” 

“Is that so?” Nicholas asks, the smirk evident in his voice, as he pulls her away to look her in the eye. “What’ll happen if I do?”

She glares at him, puts as much heat as possible behind it, making him have to suppress a laugh. 

“I don’t think you’re brave enough to find out,” Cooper winks before getting up to fix her a plate of leftovers. “You must be starving.” 

She nods. “Yeah. And ‘m cold.” 

Nicholas immediately wraps her up in his arms, pulls her back against his chest, the sleeves of his hoodie warm on her exposed skin. Together they watch Cooper walk around the kitchen. 

“You got any plans till Wednesday?” he whispers in her ear, making her shudder as he kisses the shell of it softly. She shakes her head no. “Good, because Cooper is letting me kidnap you to my place until you have to leave.”

Feeling her heart rate pick up and hoping he doesn’t notice, she turns to look at him.

“Really?”

“Really. I’ve got all the time in the world and you still in my system. I… I can’t let you go, (Y/N), not yet. ‘s that okay with you?”

She nods eagerly and pulls him in to press a hard kiss against his mouth, not deepening it but letting him know just how good she thinks his idea is. Cooper interrupts them by putting the plate in front of them, clearing his throat as he does so.

“You’ll come see me one more time before your flight, though, right?” he asks, and she softens at the sweetness in his eyes.

Pulling away from Nick, she steps into Cooper’s arms, hugging him tight.

“Of course. And as soon as my classes are done, I’ll be back here. Or you can come visit me!”

“We’ll arrange something for sure,” he mumbles against her shoulder before letting her step away to eat her dinner. 

Soon enough she’s packing her suitcase, putting things she’ll be needing at Nick’s place in an extra bag so she can reach for them easier. She’s glad he’s decided to stay downstairs because she needs a moment to herself, needs to reflect on everything going on inside of her when she thinks about these past couple of days. Things seem to be going fast, they’re extremely intense, but she doesn’t think she minds. He makes her feel good, treats her well, fucks her like nobody has fucked her before and she sees no issue in basking in this situation for as long as she can.

It's not like she’s using him, not more than he is using her, at least. All the status symbols he possesses- the money, the fame, his job title- none of them matter to her, all she wants is him. No shame in that, she tells herself, silently checking the room to make sure nothing is forgotten. Even if, she’ll be back here in no time. That thought alone excites her more than she thought it would. 

It doesn’t take long for Nick to get her stuff into his car, for her to hug Cooper goodbye, and then it’s just the two of them on the drive to his place, music playing softly.

“You had a good nap, at least?” he asks, glancing at her from the corner of his eye.

She’s taking in her surroundings, the lights of the city bright through the darkness of the evening. 

“Yeah,” she smiles, “I really needed it. You wore me out.” 

He grins at that, shameless, takes her hand in his and kisses the back of it. It makes her stomach flutter.

“How’s your body feeling?”

“I’m wired,” she chuckles, “sore, but… y’know.”

A raise of an eyebrow, a tilt of the mouth, his question, “What?” 

Feeling heat crawl up her neck, she decides to be truthful. “I could go again.” 

The sound he makes is less of a chuckle and more of a groan, although a mix of both, and she wishes there was a discreet way to rub her thighs together.

“I’ve got plans for us, baby,” he smiles, doesn’t take his eyes off the road, “and most of them include fucking you over and over again. Are you okay with that?” 

She nods, throat dry, knowing he isn’t looking at her, knowing he can see her reaction anyway. 

“Yeah? You okay with me sending you home with a swollen, come-filled pussy?” 

“Fucking hell, Nicholas,” she exhales, turning away from him to drive a shaky hand over her face, already greedy for it. 

Through a smile he says, “Answer me, (Y/N).”

Swallowing feels like nails are scraping down her throat, but she does anyway, speaks, “Y-yeah, I’m absolutely okay with it. Need it.”

He hums.

“That you do, little girl,” he says, more to himself than to her, as he pulls into his driveway. "That you do." 

When he’s parked his car, he immediately grabs her by the neck, pulls her into a searing kiss that leaves her whimpering in his mouth, pressing closer to get at him better, get the full taste of him, but too soon for her liking he’s pulling away, opening his door and getting out. She’s breathing hard, trying to collect herself, when he opens her door and helps her step out, ever the gentleman. 

He grabs her stuff from the trunk and leads the way inside, her eyes widening at how beautiful his place is- warm colors and tasteful decorations, lots of windows to let the California sun in during the day. She adores it already. The house tour he gives her is quick, but she appreciates that he takes the time to do so anyways. Nicholas sets her suitcase down in the bedroom before gathering her in his arms.

“Wanna shower together?” he asks, kisses her after she gives him a nod. 

The air around them is crackling with tension, although she feels comfortable in it, knowing it’ll pay off to be patient and go at the pace he’s set. She hasn’t known him long, but if there’s one thing she knows, it’s that there’s a reason for and a certain kind of expertise in everything he is doing, and he always exceeds her expectations. 

Her stomach is in knots from all the excitement. 

The way he undresses her is unhurried, isn’t even sexual, closed lips pressed against hers and a smile on his face. He makes sure the water is warm, makes sure her hair is up and out of the way, before he pulls her in after him, lets the water soak them both while they giggle into each other’s mouths. 

Choosing from his collection of expensive shower gels isn’t easy, but she picks a vanilla scented one, groaning as his strong hands massage it into the tense lines of her back.

“You’re good at that,” she whispers, knows he’ll hear her over the noise of the shower stream.

He steps away to let the water rinse the foam off before pressing a kiss to her shoulder, turning her around to continue washing her front, her doing the same with his gorgeously toned torso. When it comes to washing their private areas, they each do it to themselves, grinning at each other at the strangely mundane way they’re behaving.

“And here I was, hoping to get my hand near your ass,” he pretend-sulks, laughing at the smack she delivers to his chest.

“Not like this, Mister!” 

Her heart feels full when he towels her off, hands her his fancy body lotion with a raised brow, lotions her back after she does the same for him. She likes that they smell the same now, with a hint of themselves. Soon they’ll smell like themselves, with a hint of the other. 

Back in his bedroom, he walks to his closet and pulls out a pair of briefs, pulls them up his muscular legs, fitting them snugly around his crotch. He slides the doors of his wardrobe closed, revealing huge mirrors on the wood, facing the bed. 

Unsure, she moves to her suitcase to get her own underwear when he stops her in her tracks, “No, you stay naked. Get rid of the towel.” 

Biting her lip, she does as he asks and pulls the material away from her body, hangs it on the doorknob. Standing there in front of him, stark naked as his eyes move up and down her frame, makes her toes curl in anticipation. If she were to reach out and touch her pussy right now, her fingers would come away wet. 

“Fuckin’ stunning,” Nicholas breathes, leaning in to kiss her deeply, already letting his tongue come out to play with hers. She moans as he kisses over her jaw and down to her neck, licking a stripe up her skin until he reaches her ear, whispers, “Do you trust me?” 

“Of course,” she confirms immediately, nodding shakily. “Always.” 

His smile is small yet dirty, enjoying her admission immensely. 

Hand in hand they walk to the bed, Nicholas letting himself fall onto the soft mattress and pulling her down until she’s seated between his thighs, her back to his chest, feeling the rise and fall of every calm breath. 

Her eyes shut on their own accord when he starts kissing her neck from behind, nibbling at the skin softly, just how she likes. Smaller hands grip the forearms he’s got around her waist, making him tighten them, making her feel his body right there behind hers. 

“Hey, open your eyes,” he whispers, nips at her earlobe, “look at us.” 

Confused, she does as he tells her to before the realization hits her: she sees them, right in front of her, his thick thighs framing her hips, her legs open and pussy on display, their arms clutching each other, their faces red. 

Embarrassment grips her, then, the lewd image of herself entirely new to her, but when she goes to closer her legs on instinct, his hands are there to keep them apart.

“No, don’t do that. I want you to look at yourself. What do you see?” 

His voice is warm and encouraging yet holds an edge of authority, causing her stomach to clench. She wants to fight his command almost as much as she wants to fight her shame, and in the end, she wins the fight against the latter. She widens her legs again, looks at herself, bites her lip shily. 

“I see… us. How good we look, how well we fit together.”

“Mhm. What else?”

An inhale, an exhale, she pushes on. 

“I see my pussy… how wet you make me. I’ve been clenching since we got out of the shower,” she chuckles, a tinge of ridicule in her tone, “I’m so fucking desperate for you, and I’ve already had you today.” 

He hums, letting two of his long, capable fingers drive through her slick folds, making her exhale harshly. 

“You’re dripping, baby,” he notes, almost absent-mindedly. “But I want you wetter. I need you to be completely relaxed for what I’m gonna do to you tonight, okay?” 

“W-what’s that?” 

Unexpectedly he pushes those two fingers deep into her, curls them, punches a spot inside of her that has her entire body freeze up, staring at him through the mirror with wide eyes. 

“Shhh, it’s okay, baby,” he soothes, pets at her until she relaxes enough to let him pull out, hand resuming the stroking from before. “I wanna make you come on my hand, (Y/N). You see what you did just now, how you clamped your pussy shut around me? Can’t have that.” 

He doesn’t scold her, she knows, he’s stating the truth, but still, she feels vulnerable, feels admonished, eyes welling up with tears.

“’m sorry, Nick, I’m just not used to it, I don’t think I can-“

“Hey, hey, none of that, baby,” he shushes her, takes his hands off her privates and wraps his arms around her tightly, clean hand finding her face and stroking along the soft skin of her cheek. “There’s nothing wrong with being nervous, sweetheart, okay? You just tell me if you want this, and I’ll make it happen. I can get your body to do anything I want it to; you just need to let me guide you through it.” 

She chuckles softly, presses a kiss to his lips. “Awfully confident, are we?”

Nicholas’ expression is serious as he says, “Look, (Y/N), I know it’s bad etiquette to talk about this, but I mean it. I have so much fucking experience with this, and I want to show you what your body can do, what you get to do for me if you just give in, okay? You trust me, yeah?”

Enchanted, she stares into his deep brown eyes, the kindness they exude, nodding dumbly.

“Good girl,” he kisses her, then, a lot of tongue and some sharp teeth, before guiding her to lean back against him, to open her legs and resume the position they were in mere minutes ago. 

“Fuck,” she exhales as she watches his right hand move over her most intimate parts, as his left hand holds hers against her stomach, watches how he’s just stroking between her outer and inner lips before moving along her slit, alternating like that. 

“She’s so gorgeous,” he says, right next to her ear, “and so sweet. Sweetest pussy I’ve ever had, I swear. The way she cries for me, fuck… I wanna make her drench me.” 

His words make her want to double over with want, make her want to claw at her skin, create new ways for him to enter her system, stay there and corrupt her from the inside out. 

“It’ll make a mess, though,” she pipes up, her eyes trained on where he’s playing between her hips, same as his, “your poor bed.”

He chuckles, kisses her shoulder. “This may feel like a fuzzy blanket, but it’s actually a waterproof cover.” A laugh escapes him at her accusingly surprised face. “Told you I’ve got plans, baby. Plans require, well, planning.” 

“Unbelievable,” she groans, no heat behind it. 

“What can I say, I love catching you off guard,” he smiles before focusing back on touching her, keeping the sensation light. “What else do you see, c’mon, tell me.” 

She huffs, swirling her hips and getting more comfortable. 

“You’re such a talker,” she snaps weakly, yelps when he pinches the inside of her thigh.

“Gets you wet as fuck, though, doesn’t it?” She nods reluctantly. “Exactly, and that’s what I need you to be for this to work. C’mon, now, say it.” 

Nicholas puts his fingers in a v-shape, pulls her pussy up so the skin of her hood is out of the way, so her clit is exposed for him to see. Her stomach turns, the nervousness at being studied so intently getting to her. 

“Ugh, m-my clit is so… swollen. She wants to be touched, w-wants to come.” 

He chuckles, grazes the very tip of a finger on his other hand against her nub, holds her tightly through the shudder that passes through her.

“So hard f’me,” he whispers, tortures her with that one digit. “But we won’t use her to make you come tonight, will we, (Y/N)?”

“N-no,” she stammers, throws her head back for a second before looking back up.

“What will we use, tell me.”

“M-my spot,” she breathes, delirious with want, feeling her cunt clench around nothing as it pushes her wetness out. “Gonna come from my- my spot.” 

“That’s right,” he husks into her ear, the praise making her skin erupt in a blush as he moves the v of his fingers down to spread her apart, moves a finger to her opening to tease it slightly. Looking straight at the slight gape of herself where he’s holding her open makes her mewl, resisting a thrash against his body. “This is where I’ll fuck into tonight, baby. This is what you’ll give me… you see how you’re gushing already?” 

She nods before looking away, burying her face in the side of his neck, unable to look anymore. Shame curls along her spine, shame at being inspected like this, touched like this, shame at loving it so much she could start drooling. And the way he talks about her, sexual in an almost clinical way, God, how does he know just how to get under her skin? She never dared to admit how that objectification, that humiliation, made the spring inside of her core coil just on the right side of too tight. 

“Hey, no, don’t do that,” he commands but she ignores him, whines into the sweat-slick skin of his neck while shaking her head no, ignores him until he pulls his hand back and delivers a soul-ripping smack to the oversensitive skin of her pussy, his palm connecting with her center and making a sharp slapping sound. 

“Fuck!” she screams, throws herself against his chest as her toes curl, the pent-up tears streaming down her rosy cheeks. The ringing in her ears makes her feel like she’s losing her mind. 

Nicholas holds her through it, of course, manhandles her so she opens up for him again, so she settles down and breathes in sync with him, so she calms down and surrenders to the game he’s playing with her body. 

“When I tell you to look, you look,” he pants into her ear, tightens his arms around her until she feels like she can breathe again, “and when you don’t, I hurt you like you need to be hurt to finally fucking let me do what you’re craving me to do, okay? Do you fucking understand me, (Y/N)?” 

She nods through a sob as he shakes her condescendingly, pushes herself back against him to feel the hard line of his body right behind her, needing to be as close to him as possible. 

“Good girl, you’re my good little girl,” he whispers to her, reverence evident in his tone as he strokes her hair back from her sweaty face, as he kisses the tears away from her cheeks, kisses her drooling mouth softly. “Now describe your sloppy cunt to me, c’mon.” 

She looks, opens her mouth to say something, groans as more tears leave her eyes. 

“Fuck… Fuck, I can’t! I can’t, I’m so embarrassed, I-“

“Shhh, I know you are, baby, but this shit gets you hot, doesn’t it? Makes you so fucking horny for it, huh?” 

She nods, unable to do much else, as he coaxes the filth right out of her. 

“Baby, I need you to leave the shame at the door when you’re with me. I want you completely unhinged for me, I need you to give me that, do you understand me? I wanna, fuck, I wanna fuck you up, baby, wanna- need’a do bad, bad fuckin’ things to you.” 

She’s been so engrossed with how she’s feeling that she never stopped to think about just how effected he is by this whole ordeal, but now it’s glaringly obvious in the way his words seem to rip right out of his chest, the way he stutters over them like even he can’t believe that this is what he wants, the way his breathing is labored and his body is rigid and how he’s keeping her back arched just enough so she wouldn’t be able to rub herself against his cock, his cock that is probably hot-red and leaking with need. 

Taking strength from his vulnerability, she lets go, then, lets her mouth run wild with the fantasy she’s often had but never dared to voice out loud, scared of being the dirty girl he wants her to be for him. But this ends now. She’s not scared anymore now, not with him. 

“She’s fucking pulsing for you, Nicholas, she needs you,” she whines, a breath punching out of her when he sinks two impossibly thick fingers into her, hooks them slightly for a pinch of the pressure but mainly gives her a delicious stretch. “I wanna feel you in my fuckin’- my fuckin’ stomach, my lungs, my- I don’t know, everywhere at the same time, fill me and claim me and rub your cock all over me so I smell like your come, so I’m- fuck, Nicholas, fuck!” 

Crying comes easy to her, whole body feeling like a raw nerve as he shushes her, praises her, my dirty fucking girl, that’s it, give in, let me have you like this, holy shit (Y/N), yes baby, all the while his fingers are wreaking havoc on her insides. 

“(Y/N), I need you to listen to me for a second, can you do that?” he asks, slowing his ministrations down until he’s just lazily fingering her, making her feel him but not overwhelming her with the sensation. 

She nods dumbly, locks eyes with him through the mirror, doesn’t dare look away.

“’m listenin’,” she mumbles, purses her lips to kiss at his forearm that’s holding her down.

“I’m gonna have to fuck you really hard for you to come for me like this, okay? You’ll scream, and you’ll cry, and you’ll beg me to stop, but I won’t. We need a word for when you really need me to stop, though, okay? For emergencies.” 

“Like- like a safe word?” she asks, eyes glazing over at the prospect of him ignoring her pathetic pleas until she exercises her full power and makes him stop.

The smile he gives her is full of pride, knowing. “Exactly, a safe word.”

Thinking is hard, her thoughts flowing slow like molasses, but she mumbles out, “How about red? Classic traffic light system.”

Nicholas kisses her then, a smile on his lips, presses close and smooches every inch of her face he can reach.

“My perfect girl, yes, we’ll do that. Red for when you need me to stop, and if that’s not the word you use, I won’t, okay?” 

She nods, pussy clenching at what that means, how intense it’s going to be. If she had the energy to freak out, she probably would, would let her pulse spike and her chest constrict with anxiety, but her entire being is currently reduced to being Nicholas’ little plaything, to keeping herself pliant for him to work into. 

His fingers find their way deep inside her again, find that spongy spot that has never been the cause of pleasure for her until he came and turned her world upside down, her body inside out. 

Holding back her moans is not even an option as she watches him work her expertly, gaze switching between the point of view from above- where his palm is visible and slapping against her sensitive flesh, where his arm is flexing where it’s mustering up the strength to really abuse the pink insides of her pussy- and the view in the mirror, the front- where the veiny back of his hand is covering her most intimate part, the sight of her thighs shaking along the insides of his legs as he drives into her, obscene noises filling the room along with their heavy breaths. 

A squelching noise reaches her ears, then, disgusting in its intensity but gut-wrenchingly hot in its obscenity, and she shuts her eyes tightly when he points it out, chuckles in her ear dirtily.

“You hear that, baby?” he grins, licks into her ear, “Your little spot filling up for me? God, you’re so fucking tight, getting so full… You’ll explode soon, huh? Just a liiittle bit more, c’mon.” 

It’s a strange sensation, one that starts in her stomach and makes its way down, seemingly wrapping around her ovaries and forcing her to cramp her insides shut, fight against the onslaught of pleasure.

“Let it happen, (Y/N), don’t try to push me out.”

“C-can’t,” she whines, writhes and thrashes against his chest, kicks her leg out before he quickly reels her in, puts his stronger legs over hers and holds her steady, locked down against his hard muscle. “I’ll- Nick, I’m gonna pee, I don- I don’t wanna pee, I- I can’t-“ 

“You’re not going to, baby, you-“

“Please, please no more, Nick- hng- please, I’m gonna- no, baby, no-“

The movement of his hand increases and he’s really working his whole arm now, pushing at that spot inside of her, assaulting it with such precision and vigor that it makes her sick with desperation, stomach turning when she notices that she can’t keep it in, no matter how hard she tries. He’s like a man possessed, and he’s come to hunt down what is rightfully his: her first explosive full-body orgasm, the one she promised him, the one that seals his ownership over her sex, the one she’s desperate to give him.

Before she knows it, it’s escaping her: the wet flow of her juices, triggered only by his coaxing, only by the motions of his capable fingers inside of her, soaking his palm slowly but surely.

“Fucking let go for me, baby,” he grits through clenched teeth, brows furrowed as his laser-focused eyes look at her through the mirror, “you won’t pee, that’s just the wetness that’s been building up inside you, my sweet, because this little cunt hasn’t been treated right, has it, hasn’t been fucked like she deserves to be fucked, hasn’t been fuckin’ emptied out like she needs, huh? Ain’t that right, baby? It isn’t pee, don’t be shy, don’t worry.” 

Just as she’s about to beg him to unhand her, her insecurity-riddled delirium putting that one word at the very tip of her tongue, the one word that will make him listen, he crashes her system with his hushed words, “And even if it was, you think I’d give a fuck? You think I wouldn’t lap up everything your body gives me, everything your pleasure-drunk cunt gives up for me? I wanna fucking break you, even if it means fucking the piss out of you,” he hisses, words barely audible over the way she screams as she lets go, her control snapping as her pussy sprays from the depth of her body and covers his hand, covers the bed, makes her see stars from how hard she’s clamping up, every single muscle in her body coiled tight. 

It feels like it goes on forever.

It travels through her pussy, shakes her core all the way through her stomach up to her empty lungs, scratches at her throat and makes her eyes roll back. Even when he pulls out, lets go of her completely- only his chest against her back- she feels him still, feels that immense pressure inside of her not letting up. 

Her hands fly up to cover her face as she starts to cry, heavy sobs wracking her entire body, and it only barely registers when he moves from behind her, lays her down so he can be right next to her, no point of their bodies touching except the hand he’s got in her hair. Nicholas isn’t even shushing her, not this time, instead just letting her cry it out as he provides a grounding presence, a slight pull of her hair so she can have something to focus on. 

Time passes, but she doesn’t rush herself, couldn’t even if she tried. She lets her body calm down by itself, lets the sobs subside until they’re mere sniffles, until the breathless gasps for air turn into small hiccups. Only then does he scooch closer to wrap his arms around her, pulling her into his sweat-soaked chest and rocking her back and forth, legs tangled together, his face in her hair. 

“You’re incredible,” he chokes out, and when she looks up, his eyes are full of unshed tears, pride oozing out of every pore of his being. “God, (Y/N)… Fuck.”

He pulls her in again and she lets herself be held, gives him the time to come down himself, the control he had over her body and how tight he had to hold onto it surely exhausting for his system.  

“I’m so proud of you. So fucking proud. What you just gave me, that was… fuck, baby. My baby.”

“Yours,” she gasps, launches her entire body into his in hopes of being able to crawl under his skin, to wrap herself around his bones so she’d be a part of him forever, even when all that’s left of him is that ivory color and a sliver of her soul. 

Their tongues meet messily, desperately, consuming each other with shallow breath, but they don’t take it further. He’s exhausted everything she had to give him for tonight, and he knows it, doesn’t push her past any more limits. She’s grateful for that unspoken decision, although the need to feel him inside of her, satisfy him physically after enriching him emotionally, keeps gnawing at her.

“Baby, baby,” she whispers, grabs his face and digs her nails into his soft cheeks, licks at his bottom lip, “sleep inside of me.”

The widening of his eyes would be comical if it weren’t a moment so sensual.

“You want me to?”

“I can’t- I need it, I can’t have you just outside. You belong inside.”

Her chin starts to tremble at her disorganized thoughts, the inability to get her tongue to form the words properly, but Nicholas shushes her, understands exactly what she means, and he pulls down his underwear to free his cock, hikes her leg up his hip and glides inside of her with one hard thrust.

It feels as if she’s being lit on fire from the inside, but she bears it, takes it for him and for herself, and cuddles closer into his arms.

“I might want to fuck you during the night, baby.”

She nods. “You can. Not now, but later, I’ll wan’ it again. I need your come, Nicholas.”

“Fuck, you’re so sweet, my sweetest girl,” he whispers, kisses her one more time before settling down, nestled deep within her folds. 

Sleep overtakes her then, pulls her under, and all she wants to dream about is this moment right here, lasting forever. 

[ayrtonswnna]

⠀⠀⠀MENTOR 〃 lewis hamilton x amala wilson (female driver!oc)

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amala and lewis' best moments as the ferrari's 2025 duo.

warnings: just soft sweet light hearted fluff, it's supposed to be very chill. not really conected to the reality at all, parents issues, slight swearing. guess that's all.

The first day in Maranello had all the grandeur you’d expect. The sun gleamed off the red of the Ferrari factory, and the hum of engines was constant in the background. It was a scene Lewis Hamilton had lived countless times before, yet today felt different. This was a new chapter, even for him. The legend, the seven-time World Champion, now stepping into the iconic red suit at 40. He was ready to lead.

Amala, on the other hand, felt the weight of her helmet even before the season had begun. Twenty-three years old, fresh from an F2 championship, and walking into a world where everything was bigger, louder, and far more intense than anything she’d known. Ferrari wasn’t just a team; it was a legacy.

Lewis caught sight of her during a team meeting. She sat quietly at the edge of the room, her shoulders squared but her hands gripping her notebook a little too tight. When it was her turn to speak, she kept it short and to the point, her voice steady but soft. Lewis smiled to himself. She reminded him of how he’d felt in his rookie days—focused but slightly unsure where to place himself.

After the meeting, he approached her casually, hands in his pockets. “Hey, Amala,” he said, his voice warm and relaxed. “You handled yourself really well in there. It’s a lot to take in, isn’t it?”

She blinked, caught off guard by his friendliness. “Oh… thanks. Yeah, it’s definitely… a lot.”

Lewis chuckled. “You’ll get used to it. And hey, if you ever need anything — advice, someone to vent to, whatever — I’m here.”

Amala nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Thanks, Lewis. That… means a lot.”

“Call me Lew,” he said with a grin. “We’re teammates now, after all.”

001. “see my environment?”

The first race weekend of the season came with all the chaos and nerves Amala expected — and then some more. She finished a respectable P8, scoring points on her debut, while Lewis took P2, narrowly missing out on the win. The team was thrilled, and the paddock buzzed with energy. But as the celebrations roared on, Amala slipped away quietly to her driver’s room. Lewis watched from across the garage, in his dad’s arms shaking him excitedly while the team set the — freshly out the podium trophy for some pictures.

Amala sat on the small sofa, her head tilted back against the wall, eyes closed. The adrenaline was still coursing through her veins, but the emptiness of the room was a stark contrast to the noise outside. She just needed some time to let it sink in. A lot has changed over the past few moments and that’s a focused one. She never knows when it’s time to celebrate. It’s always just a break until the next fight.

A soft knock on the door made her sit up. Before she could answer, Lewis poked his head in. “Hey, mind if I come in?”

She shook her head, a little startled. “No, uh, come in.”

Lewis stepped inside, closing the door gently behind him. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, and studied her for a moment. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” she said quickly, though her voice betrayed her. “Do you… Do you need anything?”

“No, hum… Just checking in. You sure you’re ok? You were great out there today, pretty impressive. Rookie year with that confidence? Lucky you’re my teammate.” His tone was easy, but there was a sincerity in his eyes that made her chest tighten.

She is a quiet one, her presence could be unnoticed in many places. But not inside the car, Lewis is more than right. She’s a statement behind the wheel.

“Thanks,” she said softly, looking down at her hands. “It’s alright, I swear. Just keeping the focus. Haven't won anything yet. Trying to keep it down.”

Lewis nodded, understanding instantly, but obligating himself to disagree.  “I get that. But… You gotta celebrate the small things too, you know? It’s good to give yourself the credits. Imagine if we get on a tight fight by the end of the season, and then… Your points from today earn us the championship?”

Amala looked up at him, her expression softening. 

“That’d be crazy.” she chuckled a bit, finding fun in the near-the-impossible-possibility. Him making up scenarios just to cheer her up was funny in fact. “But no celebrating before anything like that happens — see my environment?” she looked around the empty room. “I’d rather not get ahead of myself.”

He smiled and pushed off the wall; that might be their longest casual conversation. “How about this — come have dinner with my family tonight. We do get a bit ahead of ourselves but… It’s fun anyways.”

“Oh, I couldn’t—” she started, but he held up a hand.

“No arguments. You’re coming. Besides, my niece would love you. She’s a little obsessed with fast cars.”

Amala couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Alright. Thanks, Lew.”

“Anytime,” he said with a wink before heading for the door. “See you in an hour. Don’t be late.”

002. “maybe we should change that.”

The cafeteria at the track was bustling, but Amala found a quiet corner where she could eat in peace. She had just started on her pasta when a tray plopped down across from her. It’s media day thursday, more staff, less noise. Just the good-old-garage-buzz.

“Mind if I join?” Lewis asked, already sitting down with a grin.

“Uh, sure.” she said, slightly caught off guard.

“Cool. Needed an excuse to get away from all the tech talk. Sometimes I swear they just make up words to mess with me,” he joked, twirling a forkful of food.

Amala chuckled. “Yeah, I’ve heard some pretty creative terms this week.”

Lewis leaned in conspiratorially. “I personally just nod and say, ‘Ah, yes, the flux capacitor.’ Works every time.”

“You’re kidding.” Amala snorted, laying back on the chair. “You don’t even know what that means, Lewis.”

“Dead serious,” he said, laughing. “And- Yeah, but they don't know that I don’t know. You’ve got a lot to learn with me, rookie.”

As they ate, Lewis kept the conversation light, sharing funny stories from his career and occasionally poking fun at himself. “I once called my engineer ‘mum’ over the radio,” he admitted. “Didn’t live that one down for months.”

Amala laughed so hard she nearly choked. “Stop, you’re making me look ridiculous.”

“Nah.” he said, leaning back with a satisfied smile. “That’s your best look, I don’t see you laughing a lot.”

“Yeah, Sir Lewis Hamilton. I am in a helmet for most of the times you see me.” she squinted her eyes, not even noticing she just built up to exactly what Lewis wanted.

“Right. You are right. Maybe we should change that.”

003. “you make it look so easy.”

The day at the karting track was meant to be a lighthearted PR event for Ferrari,even if it was all news for their second driver. The Ferrari social media team had organized a "friendly" race between her and Lewis, with enough microphones and GoPros strapped to them to make anyone nervous.

“Alright, rookie.” Lewis said, walking up to her with his helmet tucked under his arm. “You ready to lose?”

Amala raised an eyebrow, trying to match his playful tone. “Confident for someone who hasn’t seen me drive a kart yet.”

Lewis grinned. “Fair. But you haven’t seen me drive one either.”

“Pretty sure I’ve seen you drive everything.” she said, rolling her eyes. “You forget you’re old, Sir.”

“Wow! Right at me!” he laughed, nudging her shoulder lightly. “Touché. But that also means I’ve got years of experience with these bad boys. You’re going down.”

They lined up on the track, and as soon as the green flag waved, Amala’s nerves gave way to her competitive instincts. She wasn’t about to let him win without a fight. Lap after lap, she stayed right on his tail, taking every opportunity to challenge him in the corners.

After crossing the finish line — Lewis barely ahead of her — he hopped out of his kart with a victorious cheer. “Still got it!” he said, raising his arms in mock celebration.

Amala unbuckled the seatbelts, shaking her head with a small smile. “You know I let you win, right?”

“Oh, is that what happened?” he teased, walking over to her. Without thinking, he placed a hand on her waist to steady her as she stepped down from the kart. “Don’t worry, next time I’ll go easy on you.”

She froze for a moment at the casual touch, but his hand fell away as quickly as it had landed. It felt natural—friendly, even. She tried not to think too much about it.

After the event wrapped up, they found themselves sitting on a bench near the track, sharing a basket of fries. “So,” Lewis said, dipping a fry into ketchup, “having fun yet?”

Amala nodded. “More than I thought I would. I guess I’m still getting used to… all of this.” She gestured vaguely to the cameras, the team, the whole Ferrari whirlwind.

“I get it,” Lewis said, leaning back. “It’s a lot, especially when you’re new. But you’re handling it like a pro.”

She hesitated before speaking. “You make it look so easy.”

Lewis shrugged. “Trust me, it wasn’t always. My first few years? I had no clue what I was doing half the time. And don’t get me started on the pressure. But it helps when you have people in your corner. Like… I don’t remember a single time I didn’t have my dad, or mom. And now with my sister’s kids… It gets easier to face things.”

Amala glanced at him, her voice soft. “That’s very sweet.” she smiled. “Not for me, though. Mom and dad are all about fighting and- Uh, I can’t even imagine what would have happened if they were around like that.” she scoffed, so comfortable by his side that it felt natural to speak. “That’s why Miss-big-girl right here handles shit alone. It works too, I swear.”

Lewis’s expression shifted, his usual easygoing smile replaced by something more thoughtful. “I’m sorry to hear that.” He paused, then added, “But you’ve got people now. The team, me… We’re here for you, Amala. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

Her chest tightened at his words, but in a good way. “Thanks.” she smiled. “You really are good company- like… for a man of age? You’re doing great.”

He grinned, nudging her shoulder again. “How did you become such a meanie, dear Lord!” it’s a full laugh now. “But alright, since I am man of age… I deserve proper treatment! These fries you’ve ordered?” he takes a small one from the fries, slowly throwing at her. “Disrespectful. I know you couldn’t find any other vegan option. Simply disrespectful.”

Amala laughed, finally feeling at ease. “Noted. Next time, I’ll make sure to get something you approve of, grandpa.”

004. “I really don’t want to mess this up.”

The energy after the double podium was electric. Lewis had taken P1, and Amala secured her first podium with a solid P3. The team flooded the podium with cheers, and the champagne flowed freely as they celebrated under the floodlights.

Lewis, in his element, sprayed champagne at Amala, laughing as she shrieked and tried to dodge. She retaliated, soaking him in return, and for the first time in a long time, she wasn’t thinking about the cameras or the pressure — just the sheer joy of the moment.

Amala barely had a second to catch her breath before Lewis was grabbing her by the wrist, a wide grin spread across his face. The champagne bottle in his other hand was already half-empty from the chaos of celebration, but that didn’t stop him from tilting it toward her.

“You’re way too dry for someone who just got a podium,” he teased, shaking the bottle again.

“Lewis, don’t you d—”

Too late. The icy spray hit her square in the chest, and she let out a loud squeal, stumbling back as he kept going, grinning like a kid causing trouble. She turned away, trying to shield herself, but he just followed, relentless.

“Alright, alright! You made your point!” she laughed, holding up her hands in surrender.

Lewis just raised an eyebrow, still aiming the bottle at her. “Nah, I don’t think I did.”

Another wave of champagne rained over her, and Amala groaned, wiping at her soaked race suit. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And you love it,” he shot back without missing a beat, his eyes crinkling with amusement.

She wanted to shove him, to get back at him somehow, but then it all hit her — the flashing cameras, the roaring cheers, the red sea of Ferrari fans losing their minds, the sight of her name on the podium next to his. She had dreamed of this since she was a kid, since she first understood what Formula 1 was. And now she was here. Really here.

The smile was still stretched across her face, but suddenly, her throat felt tight. Her vision blurred, and before she could even think about wiping away the tears, Lewis saw them. His expression softened instantly, the teasing gone in a heartbeat.

“Hey,” he said, stepping closer. “Come here.”

And then she was in his arms — no hesitation, no second-guessing. He wrapped her up in the biggest hug, lifting her off the ground like she weighed nothing, spinning her in circles as the crowd cheered even louder. She let out a breathless laugh, clinging to his shoulders, tears mixing with the champagne on her face.

“You did it,” Lewis murmured against her hair, holding her tight. “You fucking did it.”

And for the first time, Amala let herself believe it.

After the podium ceremony, the team threw an afterparty, and the champagne continued to flow. Amala stuck close to Lewis, the two of them laughing and joking as the night went on. She wasn’t much of a drinker, but the bubbly made her cheeks flush and her inhibitions loosen.

“You’re a lightweight,” Lewis teased as they sat in a quieter corner of the party.

“Am not,” she argued, though her giggle betrayed her.

Lewis leaned closer, his voice softer now. “I’m serious, though. You were incredible today. You’re even allowed to get that drunk today. I won’t tell anybody.”

Amala looked down at her glass, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah, thanks. I feel even more incredible being by your side, you know? No one else in the grid has this privilege, and I do… So… Yes. You are even more incredible.”

Lewis let out a soft chuckle, recognizing his teammate is a bit more tipsy than he thought. She rested her head on his shoulder, taking a breath within the silence.

“Nah… I’m just the man of age.” he kept the funny tone as he reached over, his hand brushing hers and a kiss to her head. “You are incredible by your own merits, but we can talk about it when you’re sober.”

She looked up at him, her heart racing. “Thanks, Lew. For everything.”

He smiled, his hand lingering for just a moment longer. “You don’t have to thank me. I like looking out for you.”

The words hung in the air between them, charged with something unspoken. Amala felt her breath catch as she looked into his eyes, and before she could think, she leaned in.

It started soft, almost hesitant — like they were both testing the waters, caught in the gravity of something neither of them could pull away from. Amala felt the warmth of Lewis' hand cupping her jaw, his thumb brushing lightly against her skin, as if reassuring her this was real. She melted into it, her fingers curling into the fabric of his surely expensive shirt, anchoring herself as the world around them faded away.

But then, something shifted. The hesitation dissolved, replaced by something deeper, something neither of them could hold back. Lewis tilted his head, pulling her closer, and the kiss deepened — slow, lingering, like they were learning each other in a way they hadn’t before. His lips were warm, coaxing, stealing the breath from her lungs as her heart pounded against her ribs.

When they finally broke apart, neither of them moved far. Lewis' forehead rested against hers, their breaths mingling in the space between them. His eyes fluttered open, dark and searching, like he was still caught somewhere between reality and the weight of the moment.

“We should…” he started, his voice rough, a little unsteady.

But neither of them moved. Neither of them let go. “Yeah,” Amala agreed, though she didn’t move.

He chuckled softly. “You’ve had a bit to drink. Let’s… talk about this tomorrow, yeah?”

Her cheeks burned, but she nodded. “Okay.”

“Good,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Because I really don’t want to mess this up.”

005. “I’m taking credit for that.”

The Ferrari garage was alive with the usual buzz of preparation, the sound of drills, chatter, and engineers poring over data. Amala, for once, wasn’t hovering over her own station, overthinking setups or tire strategies. She was at the central computer station, scrolling through the playlist for the garage speakers. She’d recently learned that Lewis shared her love for Kendrick Lamar, and she was determined to pick the perfect track.

"Don’t mess this up, rookie," came his familiar, teasing voice behind her.

She turned to see Lewis strolling up, hands in his fireproofs, looking far too smug.

“Don’t worry, old man.” she shot back, trying to play it cool. “I got this.”

As she selected “HUMBLE.”, the bass-heavy opening beat dropped, and the crew collectively nodded in approval. Even Ricky, Lewis’s race engineer, gave her a thumbs-up from across the garage.

Lewis leaned over her shoulder, arms resting lightly on her back as he peeked at the screen. “Solid choice,” he murmured, his voice low near her ear.

Amala stiffened for half a second, caught off guard by the sudden closeness, but when he chuckled and gave her shoulders a playful squeeze, the tension dissolved.

“You’re way too proud of yourself,” she said, shaking her head.

He grinned. “Hey, if you’re finally loosening up in the garage, I’m taking credit for that.”

As the song played on, the crew got into the rhythm, and Ricky even started rapping along to the chorus, earning a collective laugh. Amala found herself laughing too — really laughing — as Lewis joined in, half-singing, half-mocking Ricky’s performance.

“Okay, okay, stop,” she said, holding her sides from laughing too hard. “This is a disaster.”

“Disaster?” Lewis said, pretending to be offended. “This is team bonding, Amala. You should appreciate it.”

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop smiling. “Sure, Lew. Whatever you say.”

He nudged her again, a playful glint in his eyes. “There it is… You know I love it when you smile like that.”

Her cheeks flushed, and she turned back to the screen, pretending to scroll through more songs. “Thanks… I guess.”

As casual as the moment seemed, the warmth in his voice lingered, and for the first time in weeks, the garage felt like a place she truly belonged.

006. “It’s just me.”

The days go on fast, and this time, it all happened so fast. One moment, Amala was pushing the limits in FP2, trying to get more out of the car ahead of qualifying, and the next, she was careening into the barriers. The impact rattled her, her heart pounding as the car came to a halt.

The radio crackled to life. “Amala, are you okay? Talk to us.”

“I’m… I’m fine,” she managed, though her voice was shaky.

Back in the garage, Lewis’s face tightened as he watched the replay on the monitors. He didn’t hesitate, heading straight for the trackside to check on her.

When he reached her car, she was still sitting inside, her hands gripping the steering wheel. He crouched beside the cockpit, his helmet already off, and tapped gently on the side. “Hey, sweetie,” he said softly. “It’s just me.”

Amala looked at him, her eyes wide and glassy. “I… I messed up.”

“Nah,” he said, shaking his head. “You pushed. That’s what we do. Now let’s get you out of here.”

He helped her with her helmet and balaclava, his touch gentle but steady. “Take your time,” he said, fingers brushing the hair strands out of her sweaty face.

It hit like a tidal wave, it’s her first big crash in a Formula One car, and it wasn’t even a big one. Maybe it is just the scare.  “I’m so sorry, Lewis. I didn’t mean—”

“Stop,” he interrupted, his tone firm but kind. “Don’t do that. This isn’t on you. The team’s already working on the car, and you’ll be back out there before you know it.” he offered a hand, witch she took in no time.

“But what if—”

“Amala,” he said, cutting her off again. His hands rested on her shoulders, grounding her as soon as she stood. “Look at me. You’re fine. The car will be fine. And tomorrow, you’ll remind everyone why you’re here. Got it?”

She nodded, though her eyes still shimmered with unshed tears.

Just then, someone from the team called out, “Its controlled, you guys. No big damage!”

Lewis smirked, glancing over his shoulder. “See? Told you.”

Her lips twitched into a small smile, and for a brief moment, the chaos around them faded.

As they walked back to the garage, their shoulders brushed, and there was a fleeting moment where their hands almost — almost — met. But neither of them crossed the line, not here, not now.

007. “I’m so proud of you”

It was a matter of time; everyone knew. A bond so strong could only lead the way to the trophy. Both of them.

The FIA Gala was every bit as glamorous as Amala had imagined. She stood at the entrance in a sleek black dress, feeling slightly out of place among the glitz and glamor. But when Lewis appeared at her side, offering his arm, all her nerves melted away.

“You look stunning.” he said, his eyes scanning her with an approving smile.

She laughed softly. “Had to keep up with you..”

Together, they made their way into the ballroom, their arrival causing a ripple of whispers and glances. It wasn’t exactly a secret that the Ferrari duo was close, but tonight, there was no hiding it. Lewis’s hand rested lightly on her back, guiding her through the crowd, and when they stopped to pose for photos, he held her hand like it was the most natural thing in the world.

When it came time to accept their trophies, Amala followed Lewis up the steps, the bright lights of the gala stage shining down on them. The applause was deafening, a mix of cheers from the crowd and the proud faces of their team members watching from below. She could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on her chest — not in a heavy way, but in a way that made her breath hitch, like she was finally standing inside one of her own dreams.

Lewis was the first to be handed his trophy, the gold gleaming in his hands as he lifted it effortlessly, a wide grin stretched across his face. He turned to her as she was handed her own, and for a second, they just stood there, side by side, both of them holding their awards for securing the Constructors’ Championship — both of them knowing exactly what it took to get here.

Amala glanced up at him, her heart still racing from the adrenaline of it all, and Lewis met her gaze with that knowing, almost teasing smile, like he had seen this moment coming all along. Without thinking, she laughed — giddy, overwhelmed, so unbelievably happy. And then, before she could talk herself out of it, she stepped into his space.

Lewis barely hesitated. He wrapped her up in a hug just like he had on every podium throughout the whole year — tight, warm, lifting her slightly off the ground as he swayed them both side to side. The crowd loved it, the cameras flashed, but Amala didn’t care. She buried her face into his shoulder for just a second, soaking it all in.

“I’m so proud of you,” he murmured, just for her.

She closed her eyes, gripping the trophy in one hand and holding onto him with the other. “Right back at you.”

When they finally pulled back, Lewis slung an arm around her shoulders, still grinning. “Alright, champ. Let’s celebrate.”

And as the cheers grew louder, as the night stretched on, Amala let herself believe — fully, completely — that this was just the beginning.

As they stepped off the stage, she turned to him, her voice barely audible over the applause. “We did it.”

He smiled, leaning closer. “No, you did it. This is just the beginning for you, Amala.”

Her heart swelled at his words, and when they returned to their table, she found herself lacing her fingers through his under the tablecloth.

The night ended with them sitting on the balcony, away from the noise of the party. The city lights stretched out before them, and Lewis turned to her, his expression soft. “You know,” he said, “I’ve had a lot of teammates over the years. But none of them… none of them have made me feel the way you do.”

Amala’s breath caught, her fingers tightening around his. “I’ve been on Twitter and I’ve read something about Brocedes so-”

“Don’t.” he laughed, playfully shaking her before leaning in just enough that their foreheads touched. “I mean it. You’re special, Amala. And I’m so damn proud of you.”

She closed her eyes, letting his words sink in. “I’m proud of you too. For everything.”

When their lips met this time, there was no hesitation, no second-guessing — 0just the quiet certainty that this was exactly where they were meant to be.

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Key To My Heart | Peter Maximoff x Reader

Summery: Peter's been extra lovey-dovey, which honestly, is a welcomed improvement to his usual speedy quips and silly nature. That's when you realize what day is coming up.

Themes: Already Established Relationship, Friends with Benefits? Talking??, Peter definitely like R a lot more tho, Kissing, Gift giving, Peter's a sweet heart, Peter steals things (duh). idk what else i'm tired

Word Count: <1k

"Peter-" You start but are quickly met with a single finger against your lip.

"Uhuhuh, shut up. Just, let me do something for you." He laughs, leaning into you and smiling. He presses a kiss on your forehead and before you know it, you're in a completely different space, slightly disoriented.

"What do we say about zipping people?" You groan out hand to your forehead.

"Oh- shit, sorry. Forgot to ask." He laughs softly, smiling and wrapping his arms around you, "Sorry babe."

"Mhm, yeah." You grumble, shaking your head as you open your eyes again and realize you're in your bedroom. "Peter, why are we here?" You ask suspiciously.

"Well, I mean, I wanted us to be in a private place so i can show you the gift I got you." He speaks lowly, a little faster than usual.

A gift? Really? He usually wasn't shy to flaunt you around and do public displays of affection, so what was different this time? "Oh?" You prompt, making him chuckle nervously.

"No, it's nothing like that, I just... You mean a lot, okay? I'm not good with words or whatever, but, uh... shit just open the damn bag."

You laugh, grabbing the small, tattered looking bag from him. It looks like it's been sitting in a desk drawer for months. You open it to find a small, white box. Setting aside the bag you open the box and audible gasp.

Peter watches the moment in slow motion, the way your eyes light up and your mouth opens just long enough to let in your gasping breath. "Soo... you like it or what?" He smiles, getting closer, eyes set on the small bracelet.

It's silver, with a charm that reads "P.M." on one side, and your initials on the back. You pick it up, smiling wider ad the metal rolls on the pads of your fingers comfortably. "It's beautiful." You murmur, looking up into his eyes. He's smiling that goofy, proud smile that he always wears, like, always.

"I know, I'm the best." He smiles, bringing you in for a really, really tight hug that, for him at least, last almost forever.

"Peter-" You start to ask then realize what month it is. "You're really into Valentine's Day or what?"

He laughs softly, shrugging, "I mean, I thought you'd be into it, I can tone it down if you don't-"

"No, please, don't stop." You say softly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and kissing his cheek. They instant heat up as he looks down at you.

"Then I won't. You know what? I just got the best plan, so uh..." Before you know it, he's gone. But before he left, he wrapped the bracelet around your wrist. You look down at it, smiling softly as your warm cheeks as grazed by the quick wind left behind by the silver-haired speedster.

In town, Peter is zooming from store to store, looking for just the right assortment of gifts. Is he stealing these gifts? Probably, but he'll definitely tell you otherwise.

Each day leading up to Valentine's Day, he has a new gift for you. Your favorite candies, shirts, more jewelry. It's not till the day before that you find a key on your desk, attached to a chain. The card under it is heart shaped and when you open it, you eyes crinkle as you read it.

Hey. Meet me here, alright? Don't stand me up or else I'll find you and bring you myself.

You laugh, putting on the chain necklace and getting ready to meet him. You wear one of the shirts he got you, and head out. The location is... a park? You look around and laugh slightly. What a romantic choice. Before you know it, there's a familiar wind and an even more familiar voice. "Heya. Got my note?"

You turn and see him, a bouquet of flowers in one hand as he leans towards you. Pink and red roses, carnations, and peonies. Your eyes light up and the red and pink colors, heart melting as his usual goofy smile is slightly nervous. He rolls on the balls of his feet anxiously, chewing on his cheek.

"These are... so beautiful." You laugh softly, taking them from him.

"Yeah, and I actually had to pay for them cause the shop was owned by this really sweet old lady and I couldn't bring myself to steal. Talked to her for like, fifteen minutes, trying to figure out what to get you, ya know?"

You laugh again, shaking your head. "Well, at least I know you can't steal from old ladies."

"I mean, do I look like I would?"

"I plead the fifth."

Peter grabs your hand, holding it tight as you both laugh. He stops chuckling, looking down at your hand in his before looking into our eyes. His face goes blank, lost in the many racing thoughts that circle his head. He pulls you closer and leans his forehead against yours, sighing contently.

You look up into his brown eyes, seeing them hyper focus over your features. "You know, I really like you." He murmurs, lips grazing over yours as he get closer, his voice lowered. "You're cool, and funny, and I really like that about you."

Your cheeks flush, the heat leaking down to your neck and to the tips of your ears. Before you can even stammer out a response, he pulls back, clearing his throat. "Let's go this way."

He pulls you onto the walking path, walking at a normal human speed. He swings your arms back and forth as you walk, almost like a child would. He stops in front of a bridge, smirking. "Hey, look." He says, pointing down at a single lock on the bridge, shaped like a heart.

Peter wraps the chain of your necklace around his finger, bringing it to his lips and he pulls you close again. "Looks like you got the key to my heart, darling."

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After the others left the bridge, Ji Ho started to hover around conspicuously inconspicuous near the book. Of course Vlad does not want him to read books about other guys making out. Naked, hot looking men who also happen to look like Kiyoshi and Jeb... Ji Ho had been worshipping Kiyoshi since the beginning and the glances Ji Ho and Jeb were sharing every now an then are stabbing Vlad right in his heart. Every - damn - time. But Jack and Sai never get tired telling Vlad that he's a jealous bastard - and that he should be more approachable to Ji Ho's attempts to love him... Plus Ji Ho admitted he wanted to read those books. He apparently thinks he's not experienced enough for Vlad. Which was a joke. Except for a few kisses and touches he'd shared with his fist love, Wesley, he didn't really have any experience at all before Ji Ho and Him woohooed for the first time on Winter Solstice. It is rather the other way around. Ji Ho has more experience than him. Because, when Vlad's soul was in hell, Ji Ho had loved Luci. The remnants of Vlad and their Bond. And Vlad does not have any memories of these acts.

It's killing Vlad, but how can he deny Ji Ho anything? So he gritted through his teeth: "Read it."

Ji Ho: "Are you ok with this? We could read it together and you can tell Jack if it's suitable for him." Argh, now he has to read it too, because if he refused, he'd be a bad friend for Jack...

Vlad sat down too and Ji Ho started to read. (Editor's Note: Since this book is one of the spicy books, I posted it on another tumblr with the mature label. If you want to read it, it's -> here Tell me plz if you have any troubles reading it since I don't do this often ^^') Ji Ho: "It starts at a Jedi Temple, you will like this." As a writer, Vlad was interested before, but now he was hooked. Strangely though, that this Temple looked exactly like the Temple he visited with Jack and Kiyoshi years ago... And the Jedi Masters look like Dtui and Master Kojin. Kiyoshi's mentor and their deity. Their worlds are more connected than they thought...

When Ji Ho came to read the scenes Jett and Conny were shirtless, Vlad shyly looked away. But Ji Ho continued reading out loud and described the scenes. Not helping... But Ji Ho obviously like it - a lot. So Vlad endured it.

Ji Ho: "Oh - oh my. They are really doing it! Huh, this is really hot. And a bit weird. Seeing Jeb and Kiyoshi together like this. I don't know how it will effect the others. Jack and Sai above all. What do you think? If it were me - I mean, Jino - and one of the others? How would you feel?" Right, if there are books about Jeb and Kiyoshi - Jett and Conny - there would also be books about Jino and - someone else. Someone else than him. Vlad really didn't think that through... Damn Jack! He tricked them into reading these books, all right!

Vlad was still deep in thoughts when Ji Ho ended the book. Ji Ho: "An open end? Oh no... I wonder if they get back together again?"

Ji Ho put the book aside and looked into the grey vastness of subspace. Was he crying?

Vlad heard himself say: "We will find the next book, it will all be well in the end, you'll see."

Ji Ho: "Can you hold me?" Vlad: "Sure." Ji Ho: "You will never leave me, won't you?" Vlad: "I won't." Ji Ho pressed himself against Vlad: "Can we... later... ?" Vlad felt Ji Ho was a bit 'excited' from the book and he knows exactly what Ji Ho is eager for when they're alone in their quarters, after their shift. Even without words. Their treacherous Bond made it very clear to him: "Eh - sure." ö.Ö'

'Lookin' for a lover who needs another Don't want another night on my own Wanna share my love with a warm blooded lover Wanna bring a wild man back home

Gotta have some hot love, baby, this evenin' I need some hot stuff, baby, tonight I want some hot stuff, baby, this evenin' Got to have some lovin' Got to have love tonight'

Donna Summer - Hot Stuff

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[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

melancholy | s.h. x gn!reader

the two of you were alone for the first time in what felt like forever. reruns of i love lucy buzzing into white noise as you felt your self tuning out, thinking things you shouldn’t while also trying to withhold some questions you wished to ask.

you could feel yourself picking at the skin along your nails, mindless eyes watching the black and white show when a warmth grasped your hands. your brows perked up and you turned to see steve staring at you carefully. “you doing okay?” his words slipping past the growing crack in your dam.

you licked your lips while diverting your eyes to your lap then back to steve’s face. “do…do you think it’s weird that-that i’ve never had romantic re-relations?” voice going quiet.

steve slipped his hand away, “oh.” he turned the tv off and switched to sitting sideways at you, one knee propped on the couch with a hand holding his ankle. “uh…no. i-i don’t think it’s weird.”

“says the boy who’s been hooking up since eight grade,” you couldn’t help the mumble. you could never tell if people said those words to just satisfy you or they were being truthful and you just could never believe them.

steve sighed, “hey i thinks it’s weird i’ve been that sexually attracted for so long. pretty sure i’ll lose my steam by thirty. but there’s nothing wrong with not having gotten a sloppy kiss while someone’s braces nicked your skin.” trying to lighten the tension. you gave a quick grimace at the image and softly chuckled, “did you actually have that?”

he blew air from his lips, “annie johnson. under the bleachers ninth grade,” he shivered, “the memory just flashed.”

memory. that brought you back to your sulking, “i don’t have any memory’s like that. none to squirm at or to remember fondly on a warm day, nothing to blush or cry over. just an empty longing.”

a palm was pressed to your knee, his thumb brushing over the material of your jeans. “yeah, a lot of those feelings are nice, but you’ve never known heartbreak. it’s-it’s something just…” he trailed off for a moment. “it’s something almost indescribable at times. sometimes it can feel like a hand physically choking my heart, other times it’s almost paper cuts, just a new slice opening with a little bit of blood bleeding free. but there’s also moments when you get the warm feeling, a sort of-of-“

“of melancholy?” having an understanding of what he means. “yeah, a bitter sweetness type thing.”

you gave a slow nodding. “hey steve?” saying his name into your lap. you looked up to see him eyeing you gently, “hmm?”

“could you kiss me?”

“w-why?”

your eyes started to tear up, embarrassment and sadness mixing messily into one. “i-i just want so-something. i deserve to have something.” the first drop wetting your cheek and sliding down to the corner of your downturned lips. “don’t-don’t i deserve something?”

steve leaned close with his big hands caressing your cheeks, his thumbs rubbing under your eyes. his eyes rounding out in concern, “you do. you completely deserve something, but you should do it with someone who deserves you.”

a shake to your hands as they wrapped around steve wrist. “please,” the single word cracking, “that doesn’t even matter to me anymore. i just-i just want to pretend that somebody wants me.”

“oh sweetheart,” his pretty face pinching. his thumb wiped at your lashes, “i-i’ll want you. if you wish.”

“please.”

steve’s hands helped pull your face forward slowly as he leaned in, letting everything soak in before he finally pressed his lips into yours. you stayed tense for a moment before allowing yourself to relax, fingers slipping from his wrist to his elbows. you enjoyed the feeling of his fingers settling along your jaw and neck, the heat mixing with your rushing blood. noses rubbing along each other, breaths causing tingles. steve didn’t push the kiss, keeping a slow rhythm and it frustrated you a bit.

you tilted your head and tried to slip your tongue further. steve’s hands tightened and softly deflected. your breath went a bit ragged, brain causing a panic over something insignificant. the sting to your eyes returned and they flowed bitterly. “it’s ok. it’s ok.” not noticing the moment steve pulled away and slid his hand onto the back of your neck to press your face into the crook of his neck. “it’s ok,” he kept saying.

-

a/n:i was high while writing this at 2am because i got thinking about my crush and doing something stupid and then that always spirals into feeling romantically unwanted. like i just want to experience the small things that people have been doing since like middle school.

[tonystoy]

The starker version of this, just more angsty, and much much much much much longer 😭😭

Tony sits in his office at the end of the day. He’s looking over grades in PE. Peter’s failing, with F’s too, something that he thought he’d never see. He’s also stopped coming altogether. Tony asks for a copy of Peter’s schedule. He calls his teachers and asks if Peter’s well in their classes

He’s half surprised when they all say he’s an A+ student with perfect attendance. He sits back down in his chair and stares at the boys name. He groans in frustration because he knows Peter’s avoiding him

Being the PE coach, that means Tony has to look over the football team too. Every year he chooses a team to coach, basketball, soccer, tennis, volleyball, both girls and boys. This year it’s football, sometimes because of weather or scheduling, they can’t practice out in the field and so they practice in the gymnasium when Tony’s TA teaches his PE classes for him

It was going all fine. Sure some players would go off snd join the students in some random game they had going on, but for the most part it was alright. That was until Peter tutored one of the players, but even with Peter’s best efforts and trying every single method he knew, it was no use

They failed some quiz and because his grade lowered, he was benched. Tony didn’t care, in fact he was glad someone finally gave him the grade he deserved. But the player was friends worth nearly all of the players on the team. So it was only a matter of time before they began to target him specifically

Poor Peter was nervous to go to gym whenever he’d heard that the football was practicing in there. Whenever Tony had his back turned, Peter would get pelted with the football, a basketball that rolled its way over on their side. It didn’t get better after PE. He’d be shoved into lockers and tripped around the hallways

Tony only knew about this when the football team thought he was out. They all rallied and caught Peter after school leaving his history teacher’s classroom. They all picked him up and took him to the gymnasium. They covered his mouth so he wouldn’t call for help

Tony was heading towards the exit when he heard cheering and a small faint cry. He made his way towards the gymnasium. What he saw sent him into a blind rage. The team kept picking up Peter and throwing him into the basketball net

And they kept purposely missing. Peter let out a small pained whined every time he hit the floor. The last thing he remembered was screaming. He doesn’t remember what he said but he remembers screaming, but he knew this, they wouldn’t ever play again as long as he was coach

They all left annoyed, angry, and pissed. Tony looked down at Peter who had tears in his eyes. Immediately the rage left Tony as he knelt down towards Peter. “Christ…”, he murmured as he helped the boy stand up. His heart ached when he heard him yelp. He looked down at Peter’s feet, “I think I rolled my ankle…”, he squeaked

Yeah, Tony would get the school to somehow get rid of the football team and funding

Tony deemed his injuries too severe for just the school nurse, who had already went home anyways. Tony helped the boy all the way to his car, driving him to the ER. Tony stayed by his side the entire time, he’d demand to sit in with Peter whenever a doctor came in

Eventually they were able to treat him. Just a brace and pain relievers, much relief to Tony. By the end of the visit, Peter was walking alongside with Tony out of the hospital with no help. They sat in Tony’s car for a while, talking

“Thanks again for doing this Mr. Stark”, Peter said as they began to exit the hospital’s parking lot. Tony let out a sigh, “Believe me, it’s the least I could do”, he turned to Peter, “I swear, if I had known about what was happening, I would’ve stopped it immediately”

Peter felt warm inside, “Thank you Mr. Stark”, he said as they were at a red light. They turned to look at each other, they stared at each other the entirety of the red light. “Y’know…”, Peter started, “I really appreciate what you did for me… really, I wanna thank you somehow.”

Tony felt his heart pace quicken. He’s 14, he thought to himself. That’s probably not what even meant!, he thought again. “Probably just… keep bringing your cute self to PE and do the best as you always do”, he said, and then he heard Peter actually laugh. A laugh he can hear echo in gym when Peter’s with his friends

“You think I’m cute?”, Peter said with a blush that not even the red light could disguise. Tony choked and coughs, “I… well… I mean-“, the light turned green and Tony floored it. A small gasp left Peter as he was pushed back into his seat, Tony immediately slowed down, “Sorry!”, he said as he looked at Peter, “I panicked…”, god… a teenager was making him act like one

Peter softly chuckled, “So you do think I’m cute”, Peter teased. Tony was silent, rubbing the back of his neck. He knows better, he’s had some of these talks before, he knows how to handle a conversation like this. But he forgets everything. “Yeah… you’re cute, in all sorts of ways”, he mumbles out

Peter didn’t expect him to explicitly say anything. He was sorta shocked, he kept glancing over at the man, seeing how he had a look in his face that he couldn’t make out. “Well…”, he breaks the silence, “I think you’re quite handsome”, Peter says like he had answered a question in class

Tony looks over at him, hands gripping the steering wheel. He knows he shouldn’t… but god, just something and he’ll stop.

Tony drives pass the exit that would’ve sent them directly to Peter’s side of town. Peter doesn’t say anything, Tony continues to drive. They’re on the road for 10 minutes when Tony finally finally gets onto another exit. It leads to a lot a few miles out where he knows they can get to business

They reach the empty lot, there’s a few cars there already, spread out. Tony could see that some are smoking, indicated by the lighter that flickers and moves around the car. Some cars are shaking, and god does that get Tony hot. He parks far away from the cars

“Are we actually going this?”, Peter asks after agonizing minutes of since. It finally dawns on Tony that he wants this. “Y-Yeah”, he says as he adjusts his seat, moving the way back and leaning it back slightly. He removes his shirt and starts unbuckling his pants, kicking off his shoes

Peter blushes and does the same, he shimmies off his shirt, throwing it where Tony threw his. His pants are a bit more difficult, he was able to get one leg out, but since the other had the brace, he struggled a bit

Peter managed to shimmy it off, even though he winced. And blushed as he realized Tony had watched him. “A-Are you hurt?”, was all he was able to say. His eyes wandered all over the boys exposed body. His skin looked soft, somehow, in a car, where it was covered by rain that had begun to pour, his skin glowed

Tony picked him up, placing him on his lap. The boy just let out a breath as he looked down at the older man. Tony’s hands just travel over Peter’s body as he feels himself harden in his briefs

The car shakes for hours after that. Peter has bite marks all over his neck and chest, hickeys all over too. There’s dried cum on Tony’s stomach from the load Peter shot out when Tony said he was the most gorgeous boy while thrusting inside him

They lay together as tiny held the boy, planting soft gentle kisses on his head and cheek. “You know I’ll always protect you, right?”, he said as Peter hid his face into the man’s neck. Peter just kissed the man

After that day, there’s always been glancing being thrown at each other when they’re in the gymnasium. They smile and blush when their eyes meet. Peter stays later so Tony can give him a quick peck before he has to run off to his next class. And Tony’s such eye candy, his tight shirt that shows off his chiseled body, the shorts that hug his thighs and show off his bulge

Now Tony had the boy in his house, it was a three day weekend and Tony invited the boy over to spend those three days with him. It was pure bliss for them both. Tony cooked for the boy, feeding him at one point, and the sex was just incredible

They laid in bed after a particularly heated session. Peter laid on the man’s chest, he traced circles over the man’s chest. And Tony just had a cigar in his mouth as he puffed out the smoke into the air, away from the boy

“I love you”

Tony immediately began choking on his next inhale. He sat up as Peter looked at him, “Kid”, he coughed, “Be serious”, he rasped. Peter’s smile faltered slightly, “I-I am”, he said

Tony just groaned, how could he have gotten so caught up in the pleasure, “You kids are always like this”, Peter felt his whole world shatter, “W-What?”, Tony sighed, “Look, we’re just fooling around, it’s nothing serious. Besides, this could never work out, you’re gonna grow up and eventually realize why”

Peter just stayed silent as he blinked away tears, and Tony’s heart always broke during these moments. These students actually did love Tony, he just didn’t. “Take me home”, Peter said, “Oh come on”, Tony tried to laugh, “I said take me home!”, Peter’s never raised his voice at him, Tony reluctantly got out of bed and dressed as the boy sped around the room getting his things together

Tony dropped him off a block away from his apartment, he was about to say something when the boy was already out the door, the door slamming in his face. Tony just sighed and drove off

Now the last month has been… strange for Tony. Everything’s happening as he thought it would, Peter’s avoiding him, doesn’t talk to him, doesn’t look him the eyes. All that’s normal, but he’s not going to class. At all

He knows Peter’s in the building, he saw the boy enter the building in the morning. But when attendance for PE is taken, Peter’s always missing. Now the boy has an F in class, the only F on his report card too

It shouldn’t bother Tony. It shouldn’t bother Tony that a student is purposely avoiding him to this degree after their fun’s ended. He finds himself asking about Peter when he sees his friends in PE, they always give each other a look and tell him the same thing everyday

“He didn’t come to school today”

Liars. Peter’s attendance was perfect. And his other grades were perfect too. He has calls with other teachers and they all tell him the same thing

“Peter’s fine”

“Peter’s here all the time”

“Peter? Never had a problem with him”

Tony goes home and can’t enjoy a meal without thinking about the fact that Peter’s out there probably heartbroken. His mind runs through scenes of how must be acting in that moment. Is he crying? Is he in bed? Is he sleeping? Is he eating? Is he taking care of himself?

Crap

Tony’s fallen for the boy

“Fuck”

[valentine-cafe]

i want to be a sorcerer down in the abhorred with the intention of becoming an abhorration sorcerer, but in my time down there i catch jingyi’s eye. it’s, admittedly, kind of hard not to- i’m in the potion shop quite a bit to get the supplies i need. but over time, we get closer.

a lot closer, if you know what i mean. our mouths connected, bodies molding together. as time goes on, my work to become a sorcerer of hell is forgotten.

almost.

eventually on one calm, quiet, romantic night, jingyi pulls away from me for a moment. but he grabs my hands, looks me deep in my eyes and offers to make a deal with me- officially turning me into an abhorration sorcerer. whats my end of the bargain? my hand in marriage, of course. my soul eternally bound to his <3.

˖⁺. ﹙ the greedy demon alchemist  x gn reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . eternally bound, so be it spoken !! 🍒 :  demon ˖ alchemist ﹙ verseless jìngyí. ﹚

marraige in the abhorration with our beloved demon alchemist <3

“Surely you know that a demon can grant you the rank you search for, correct?”

The cold of his hands kisses your skin so delicately. They wrap around yours and bring your knuckles to his lips. All while you are left with bated breath. Solid like a statue. His words flow in one ear and out the other.

You have long processed his proposal. His call for your soul to merge with his and yet — you still find yourself dumfounded. Had you heard wrong? Were you dreaming?

All of your dreams came to a halt the second you ventured down to the pits. Yet one stood right in front of you. Dressed in black. Adorned with maroon eyes that stare into yours searching or answers. For vows that have not left your lips but phantom your tongue.

“Jìngyí . . .” Instead his name takes its place. Low, reverent. Like a prayer to a god rather than the call of a demon.

His hands act on instinct and draw you near. Squeeze along your hips to urge your sweet voice out further. To encourage the words he senses on the tip of your tongue.

“Speak for me. My love . . . tell me that you will be mine. I shall grant the desire of your heart. And many more to come.”

What more can you do but reach up and cup at his neck? Feel the cold that is ample times more warm than any sunlight you’ve found yourself in. He leans his towering height over you in turn. His lips settle into a tender smile that sends your heart into a further flurry.

“My dearest demon. . .” You murmur. One hand slips to place over his chest. Still over what would be the beating of his own heart. Even with its stillness. It beats for you.

“How could I possibly refuse? Bind your soul to mine. Hold me for eternity.”

Eternity. That felt like a good place to start. The way in which his hands cradle you like the darkness of the astral sea caresses the stars. . . you knew eternity was but a breath a way.

He takes up a sway between the both of you. Feet glide across the marble floors of his citadel and his arms move you as they have always. As though you were porcelain.

“And so, your soul is mine.” He spins your figure and dips you low. Catching you in his arms as always. His face leans closer to yours. Lips ghost yours in a promise waiting to be sealed.

“Forever more. My beautiful, abhorred sorcerer.”

[kiddphel]

everyone who says they like wolf2099 please know i love you. i would die for you.

smth abt being known and remembered and thought abt makes me happy. i know hes the hot topic on my blog right now but i DO love him and i DO love wolf2099 and when ppl say they like it... it makes me happy. cuz he makes me happy. he really has cemented himself as an important character on this blog and in my heart

[turrondeluxe]

always happy about the fact that in 2012, mikey often asked donnie questions if he didn't understand something and donnie always answered no matter what

this can be seen in a bunch of episodes but my favorite example of it it's the one in half shell heroes where mikey is extremely excited to be in the museums and is the one actively asking donnie questions about the exhibits they saw and also actively listening to donnie's explanation (before raph got silly lmao). he was very excited to learn!!!

And while it's true that mikey would lose interest quite fast if the explanation got too lengthy with too many technical terms, it doesn't change the fact that he does retain the info donnie is always rambling on about different things!!! (even if mikey himself doesn't notice he's doing it lol) and also i find it very sweet that no matter if donnie himself got annoyed, donnie would always answer the questions. no matter what. he would always try to explain if he didn't understand something

This is prob because mikey is the one brother who is often seeking out donnie to pass time around him Meaning that donnie might have used mikey as his rubber ducky whenever mikey hangs out with him while he's working (explained him a lot of his experiments and theories while trying to solve them himself and in this way mikey also learnt in the process WHILE spending time with his brother! win win!)

it also helps donnie because accompanies him while not letting him get lonely in his lab 24/7, sometimes explaining things to someone makes it better to understand it yourself AND it's shown in the comics that donnie is quite used to his brothers just Living as background noise and literally cannot function without it lmao

They are literally the two smart kids in the family even if none of them notice it and it's all because mikey looks up to his brother and is like an sponge with donnie around. donnie is actively teaching mikey and mikey is learning! even if they have no idea they are doing it

[yara0546]

hey can you do how to win their hearts or ways to approach them headcanon with Dream<3 pls thanks:)

Nct dream reaction | How to Win Their Hearts

Pairing: nct dream x female!reader

Genre: fluff, relationship.

Note : English is not my first language, so I apologize if there are any grammatical errors, because I sometimes use a translator in some sentences.

Masterlist

Mark

➤ Support His Dreams

Mark falls for someone who genuinely supports him. Whether you’re the type to stay up late watching his performances, send him encouraging messages, or remind him to take breaks, he finds comfort in your presence.

“You stayed up just to see my stage?” He asks, eyes wide with surprise. When you nod, he smiles, rubbing the back of his neck. “That means a lot… No, actually, that means everything.”

Renjun

➤ Show Him Thoughtful Gestures

Renjun admires people who notice the little things. If you bring him a warm drink when he’s tired, remember his random facts, or sketch something inspired by him, he softens instantly.

“You remembered I like this flavor?” He stares at the tea you placed in front of him, blinking in surprise. His ears turn red as he takes a sip. “You’re dangerous, you know that? Making my heart race like this.”

Jeno

➤ Be Genuine and Playful

Jeno appreciates honesty and fun. If you laugh at his jokes (even the bad ones), tease him back, or challenge him to a game, he finds himself drawn to you.

“You think you can beat me in a race?” He smirks, rolling up his sleeves. When you confidently nod, he chuckles. “I like your confidence… Let’s see if I’ll have to start liking you too.”

Haechan

➤ Keep Up With His Energy

Haechan loves someone who matches his energy—whether it’s through playful banter, roasting each other, or just enjoying his chaotic nature. If you challenge him, he won’t be able to resist.

“Oh? You’re gonna fight back now?” He gasps dramatically when you counter his teasing. He leans closer, grinning. “I might actually start falling for you. What do you plan to do about that?”

Jaemin

➤ Take Care of Him in Small Ways

Jaemin is used to taking care of others, so when someone takes care of him, it hits differently. Whether it’s giving him extra snacks, reminding him to rest, or holding his hand when he’s stressed, he feels his heart melting.

“You always look after me…” He murmurs, staring at you softly. His voice drops to a whisper. “How am I supposed to resist falling for you?”

Chenle

➤ Match His Confidence

Chenle admires people who stand their ground and aren’t afraid to joke around with him. If you’re witty and confident, he finds himself intrigued—especially if you don’t get flustered easily.

“You think you can outsmart me?” He raises an eyebrow at your bold comeback, a grin forming on his lips. “Alright then… I guess I’ll have to keep my eye on you. You’re pretty interesting.”

Jisung

➤ Be Patient and Understanding

Jisung is shy when it comes to love, so someone patient and understanding wins his heart. If you give him space to be himself and never rush his feelings, he slowly grows comfortable with you.

“You’re not… in a hurry?” He asks, peeking at you through his bangs. When you shake your head, he exhales in relief. “That’s good… Because I think… I’m starting to like you.”