#it’s a cute scarf I saw online

[katfreaks-hidyhole]

I think Emmet and Evelyn would be good friends. Or a ship. Either is fun :)

[miupow]

Hihi!! May I request headcannons about the TXT members who are dating reader who crochets a lot?

tubatu with a partner who crochets .ᐟ

★ ── ot5 x gn!reader ⸝⸝ tooth rotting fluff

੭ ⭑ 𓂃⠀⠀⠀ [ m. list ] ⭑ [ reblogs and feedback appreciated! ]

i love crocheting and knitting <3 one of my favorite hobbies

𝓢OOBIN

is just so endeared

thinks it’s so cool that you can crochet and is always in awe of your skills and what you make

would ask you to crochet him something that he can take with him on tour <3 a little plushie or a blanket

no matter how many of your creations you give him he’s always so surprised and excited, telling you that you did such an amazing job!

loves cuddling with you and watching you crochet, just wordlessly watching your hook work away

𝓨EONJUN

you’re his favorite luxury designer, more than any dior or moncler.

always asking for hats or gloves or whatever else he saw online, “could you do something like that?” and you always tell him yes because his pout is just so cute

loves to wear the things you make him out in public or on his insta, showing it off <3 will tell anyone who listens that his girlfriend made that hat/scarf/sweater/whatever

constantly buying you yarn he thought you would like or that he found pretty, you have so much yarn you don’t know what to do with it all

holds your yarn for you while you crochet

𝓑EOMGYU

he constantly calls you a grandma as a joke but he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever that you crochet

begs for you to teach him and then gives up after the first lesson lol

encourages you to make things for yourself instead of for him, is so supportive of your entirely crochet wardrobe. isn’t his girlfriend so cool??

does love the occasional gift though. crocheting him a new fluffy soft sweater every christmas <3

helps you measure yourself, pin and sew together pieces, put everything together

𝓣AEHYUN

always asking you questions about your crochet

loves to listen to you talk about something you’re so passionate about and is genuinely interested in learning about what you do

learns how to do it himself fairly quickly because he’s a genius lol he’s not very good but he can do it! giggles every time you crochet together and yours looks so much better than his

will proudly wear or display anything you make him — and you proudly display his own crude little creations

he is so enamored by you it’s honestly disgusting. he’s never acted like that with anyone else

𝓗EUNINGKAI

plushies !!! so many amigurumi plushies

will never ask for anything because he’s too polite. please make him things he loves it he goes absolutely crazy every time kissing and hugging you and telling you how much he loves you

snuggling against his warm chest as you crochet and he games <3 always so cozy and laid back with him which gives you so much time to crochet

you let him pick the colors when you go yarn shopping and he takes it very seriously

crocheting him a special blanket for your anniversary.. cuddles just advanced tenfold

[misc-obeyme]

Hello! Could I request the bros reacting to an a quiet Mc who’s love language is just silently leaving hand-crocheted plushies/items in their room and leaving wintout saying anything? Kind of like how a cat would leave a dead lizard or mouse for you, but instead it’s small handcrafted stuff.

Some people also head cannon Asmodeus as a crocheted or knitter, and it could be fun to keep that in mind if you want.

Thank you in advance, and have a nice day!

Hello, anon!

Okay so you just happened to hit on something that I have knowledge of lol. I haven't crocheted in a while, but it is something I have done quite a bit of! Though I have yet to make an amigurumi type project, I really should get on that.

Anyway, I didn't know about the Asmo headcanon, but you can be sure it has been fully accepted by me now.

Thanks for the request!

the brothers react to GN!MC who leaves them crocheted gifts

Warnings: none!

Lucifer

The first time he finds a little crocheted item in his office or bedroom, he's slightly perplexed. What exactly is this thing made of yarn? But while Lucifer often acts like he's aloof, he pays close attention to you, and he's seen you crocheting before. This causes him to realize that you've left him a gift. In the privacy of his room, he's going to blush because he can't handle how cute you are.

Confronts you about it. MC, did you make this for him? If you try to dodge the question, it won't work. He knows it was you, he just wants to hear you say it. You might as well indulge him and admit it. If you do, he'll tell you he has a gift for you, too, which turns out to be a hug or a kiss.

If you made him a little plushie, he keeps it forever on his desk or beside his bed. Absolutely glares down anyone who might even think about picking it up. If you made him something like a scarf, he wears it at every opportunity.

He's not going to be blatant about it, but the way he clearly cares for the things you've crocheted for him lets you know how he feels. He's protective of them, but he also likes to show them off.

Mammon

You'll be leaving things for him in his room for some time before you realize how much it means to him. Because every time he finds a little crocheted item you've left for him, he stashes it away like a little treasure. He knows they're from you, but he's too embarrassed about how much he loves them to talk to you about it directly.

You figure it out when you stumble upon the stash. It's in his room somewhere safe and you just happened to find it. A little hoard of every crocheted thing you've ever given him. If he's there when this happens, he's going to insist that it isn't because he likes you or anything. Of course you're makin' stuff for the Great Mammon, MC! He just figured he might as well take care of those things since you spent so much time on them and everything.

If you make him an amigurumi crow, he'll lose his mind. Customize it by giving it gold button eyes, maybe using yarn with little gold streaks in it. This becomes his most prized possession.

Mammon is constantly buying you more yarn to make things with. It's not that he wants you to make new stuff for him! (He does.) He just saw some and thought you might like it! (Please keep making him things, MC.)

Leviathan

Oh? What's this? An adorable crochet plushie version of his favorite anime character? He LOVES IT. It's one of a kind! No one has this but him! It's the most limited of limited editions! Yeah, he's thrilled. Like Lucifer, he figures out pretty quickly that it was you because he's seen you crocheting before. He's so happy to have received this item from you, he finds you instantly to tell you how great it is.

MC! W-would you maybe be willing to make him more? Like if you made a little Ruri-chan, you know he's going to want an Azuki-tan, too. At the very least! He starts a whole collection. Custom crochet character plushies. He makes a blog to show them off to people online.

Make him some fingerless gloves to keep his hands warm while he's gaming. You'll find he almost never takes them off. Gets comments about them when he's streaming, but doesn't ever answer any questions about where they came from.

He might actually ask you to show him how to crochet. He might want to make you something in return. He also might be interested in making crochet clothing items to go with various cosplay ideas. He'll give you all these reasons, but secretly Levi just wants to spend time with you.

Satan

He knows exactly what's happening, but he doesn't say anything to you for a little while. He wants to see how many things you'll bring him first. Eventually he can't help himself, though, and he casually mentions how much he appreciates all the little gifts you've been leaving him. You truly are adorable, MC.

He might actually ask you to crochet him a book cozy. He's probably seen them on Devilgram - little pouches for holding a book to keep its pages safe from getting bent up while on the go. If you make it, you can be sure Satan will never part with it again. Though he may need you to make more than one for different sizes of books.

You can really make him blush like crazy if you make him a bunch of cat plushies. Every time he sees a new one, he's overcome by the cuteness. It's the closest he'll ever get to having his own cats in the House of Lamentation and that means so much to him.

Returns your gifts with things he's chosen for you. Writes you poetry. Gives you books of crochet patterns. Makes you bookmarks with ribbons and pressed flowers. He isn't overly demonstrative in general, so this is his way of letting you know how much he loves when you make him things.

Asmodeus

Since he can also crochet and likely knits, too, this becomes a gift-off. Every time you leave him a little something, you find something from him in your room the next day. They're often on theme - for instance, if you make him a plushie of himself (once he's done swooning over it), he'll make you one of yourself. That way you're always matching.

He likes the secretiveness aspect of this, too. Sneaking in your room to leave you gifts is exciting. But he can't keep it up for very long because he wants to tell you how much he loves what you've made. As soon as he sees you've found his gift, he gushes to you about the one you left for him.

Now listen, MC. You can crochet, he can crochet, the only thing you guys could possibly do is design some crochet outfits and accessories! He wants you to model them all for him, too. Posts everything on Devilgram unless you're too shy and then he only posts selfies you've taken with him. Crochet accessories become a trend in the Devildom after that.

Asmo also just loves to crochet with you. Sitting side by side, watching some TV or listening to his brothers bicker or just chatting while you both work on your latest projects. Teaches you new stitches and patterns that he's created over the years.

Beelzebub

As long as you don't make him a plushie cheeseburger or something, he's going to love them. Any time you make anything food themed, you run the risk of it being eaten before he realizes it was actually made of yarn. It's probably something he figures out after the first few times, but even if he knows it's not technically edible, that might not stop him if he gets hungry.

He has a much easier time remembering not to eat things that are not food shaped, though. Make him a little plushie of himself and Belphie and he'll be over the moon. Make him extra happy by giving him one of yourself, too.

If you make him some kind of accessory like a scarf, it just becomes part of his regular outfit. He rarely takes it off, wears it every day. Beel is really protective of it, too. Keeps it safe when he does take it off, makes sure it never gets crumbs on it.

You're really amazing, MC. He's genuinely impressed that you can make so many cute things with just some yarn. He actually loves to watch you crochet because it looks like magic, but you're not actually casting any spells.

Belphegor

Another secret hoarder, so at first you're not sure he's even getting your gifts until he wears something you made. Enjoys gloves and little pillows, but fully appreciates everything you make, even if he acts like he doesn't. Keeps them all next to his pillow on his bed.

While crocheting a blanket can take some time, if you do this for him, you can be sure that blanket will become his favorite thing in the world. He doesn't like to nap without it. If he's going to get cozy somewhere, he brings that blanket with him. He'll love any pattern you go with, but if you make one that matches his cow print pillow, he'll probably lose his mind.

Absolutely loves to wear any and all items you make for him because there is something so soft and cozy about the yarn. He might use all of them as pillows at some point. They're comfortable and they smell like you.

Belphie likes to sleep on your lap while you crochet. He'll hold the ball of yarn for you while he sleeps. He likes to snuggle up with you and he likes the steady rhythm of your body moving with each stitch you make. Please tell him whenever you're planning on sitting and crocheting for a while, MC. It's kind of his favorite thing.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[dreamerwitches]

I saw someone ranking Madoka plushies so I thought I'd rank Charlotte/Bebe ones for funsies! I'm not including pouches, bags or head plushes here

First up is the Charlotte transforming plush. Cute and pretty accurate. Also has the bonus of having a use and featuring both Charlottes. Her hair looks too light in the promotional pic but it's better irl from what I've seen. Sadly has the early Charlotte mistake of missing the dark right side of her jacket top. Sadly seems very rare and expensive nowadays. 4.5/5

The Wormlotte Ichiban Kuji prize plush. Wins points for looking dumb but in a cute, scrungly way. Works best from the front, it's a little bit of a shame she's so flat from the side so looks a bit odd. 3/5

Ichiban Kuji plush from the same set as Wormlotte. This one has already felt a little not great to me. The hair is too bright and you can see it goes under her chin which clearly isn't right. Her trousers are too red as well and she's missing the lining of her cloak. Makes sense she's less detailed because she's a prize plush but you could at least get the colours right. Also loses points cause I always see this one going for so much online and... she's not that great AND she's tiny... 2/5

The SCARF! She's great, so silly and such a good idea. Hair is too light and eyes are too teal but otherwise she's great and scrungly. 4/5

Another Banpresto prize plush. The colours are slightly better than the previous, especially the hair. 3/5

The HUUUGEE wormlotte. Who wouldn't love her?! She's amazing but very expensive, originally at around £150 and I'm sure she'd be lots more now. 4.5/5

Another Banpresto prize and another that's barely changed. It kinda feels like a step back... Green eyes??!! 2/5

The first Bebe plush, another Banpresto gig. She's very cute and silly but her hair looks wonky?? And it doesn't just seem to be the prototype. She's never shown with wonky hair so it just feels like they misunderstood the art... Her cape is missing the black inside too... Otherwise she's decent. 3/5

Banpresto prize but smaller. It has the same issues as before... 3/5

Same as the last but the unique pose and expression is very cute. You get bonus points. 4/5

An Ichiban Kuji Premium plush so she's a bit better looking now. Fixed the symmetry but I don't think she has the cape lining (it's hard to see in pictures). I like the velvet look but I know some people don't like that texture. Her fringe looks too triangular honestly, moreso than the last few. 3.5/5

WHY IS HER HAIR STILL WONKY?? Her hair ISNT wonky in official/concept art her head is just tilted, how are the designers so stupid??

See how it's tilted on the right BECAUSE her head is tilted but from her back view her hair is completely straight. Sigh. It's similar to the first few Bebe plushes. 3/5

Another Banpresto prize plush. Hair is back to being fixed, thank fuck. I really like how the lace around her collar looks like actual lace. Makes me notice the last few are mostly missing the lace... hmm... I don't like the way the fabric is cut off around the black bits of her sleeves. Makes it look bad. Also I think with the button eyes you're either gonna really like it or really not. I was scarred by Coraline when I was younger so it irks me, I wouldn't get her myself. Improved some bits but fell on others so the score hasn't improved... 3/5

Wormlotte's button version. Bonus points for making a plush of Bebe-Wormlotte cause I kinda love how unique she is. But.... this one's a bit shit... it has such a handmade quality and not in a good way. I don't get why the spots look like they're badly painted on. It's too flat as well and the circular shapes of the body are so badly defined. I like the face details but that's it. Perhaps shouldn't have relied so hard on the artwork. 1/5

Mochi Kororin Wormlotte. This is the kind of plush that I just feel I've seen far too much of... I'm so bored of it. But... she does look silly and I kinda like that. The blue wing is too teal (though it seems it took more from the art than the anime) and her left eye is red instead of pink (which is another art mistake) so it kinda throws off the colours when there's too much red in her face. 3/5

A Movic plush, this certainly feels more obscure. I love her stupid face and the unique pose. The eyes are the wrong colours in numerous places which is a shame but I'm glad the nose is 3D. (actually looking at a non-sample photo they got the eyes right! Must've just been the prototype) I like how the wings are drooped like she's bashful, it's very cute. No complaints! 5/5

I'm so surprised to see this one on My Figure Collection because she looks SO bootleg and this is what the popular bootlegs are based on. The fact they misspelled height really doesn't make me trust it. But at least I can shit on it! Eyes and cheeks are wrong (taking from the incorrect first anime screening), black hood is a weird flower shape, spots are too small, top is too light yellow, buttons are far too far across and cape goes around the front. If I could get her for like, less than £5 I would but otherwise I wouldn't bother. 1/5

How come the first Charlotte was the best and the rest were just kinda downhill? It seems like Wormlotte is harder to screw up. At least they're both pretty simple so you can always make her yourself. I was surprised my top pick was a Wormlotte since I overall just prefer Charlotte but like I said, she wasn't doing too well, even with the Bebes... a shame... let's hope they release better plushies in the future.

[desifemininewoman]

College fits: the desi version

Kurtis

Starting of with the very basic indo-western outfit: Kurtis. Now, you can wear knee length or short-length kurtis, whatever your prefer.

First of all, please, for the love of god, don't go for those cheap chikankari kurtis or those 'kashmiri embroidered' kurtis. It's disrespecting to the real chikankari and kashmiri embroidered work and secondly, its tacky atp.

Go for normal, printed or plain kurtis. I would say thin straps, or cut-sleeves kurtis cause they feel more girlish and more appropriate for college. If you are insecure about your arms then you can go quarter length and full length too. You can buy good and cheap ones from zudio or myntra.

You can pair your kurtis with shorts, jeans or skirts. Your jeans could be linen, wide -legged, cargos, etc. Avoid skinny jeans or ripped jeans.

Personally, I love to wear short kurtis with baggy cargos. I wear boots cause I love that edgy aesthetic. It's OP for me. I live for that fit.

Skirts

Now, if you want to wear those long flowy skirts, you can just pair them with any normal top of your choice. Additonally, you can wear a duppatta as a scarf and go for the whole Ananya from 2 states look.

You can also wear those really big shararas that almost look like skirts. But daily wear dividers/ shararas are a bit hard to find. You would have to get them stitched only.

Nowadays, a lot of of other sort of traditional skirts are also coming. Wrap around skirts, pencil skirts, short skirts, etc. You can find them easily online. Again, pair them with your normal tops.

If you don't like those traditional skirts/ ghagras you can also opt for those trending maxi skirts. Pair them with jhumkas, duppatta and a boho tote bag and you are good to go!

Shirts

Okayyy so printed shirts are my favorite.

You can just wear the shirts with the bottom of your choice. Even with skirts. You saw Katrina Kaif in Fitoor. Take inspiration.

If skirts aren't your thing,I would personally suggest linen pants. Looks amazing.

The other option is ofcourse wearing your shirts as shrugs over your outfits. Avoid buying those full length shrugs and wearing them over jeans and top. It doesn't look elegant.

Random

Pathani kurtas on women>> Yes, I mean those short linen material kurtas that men wear. Feels androgynous and I love them alot.

If you have some pretty duppattas and scarfs, you can wear them as tops.

You can also wear those patiala pants like geet from jab we met. They are really comfortable and I feel not as normalized in your indo-western style too. So you can have your own unique style by experimenting with them. You can buy the plain color patiala pants and pair it with cute fitted strappy tops. Complete the look with punjabi jootis.

You can also just wear duppattas over your normal western outfits too. Maybe or maybe not add jhumkas according to the outfit. Add a totebag and voila! the simplest indo-western outfit out there.

Vests! I live for vests. Vests add color to my outfit in the simplest way possible. it's chic, it's elegant and ots perfect for when you have interviews or jury if you wear them the right way.

There are endless possibilites with the indo-western look. It's all upto you- how much you want to experiment. Some of my friends in Nift even wear sarees in indo-western look and go to college wearing that. So, ultimately it's all upto you.

Accessories

I feel like accessories totally determine your look. If you want it to be more party wear types or minimalist- it all depends on the accessories. They totally carry your look.

For the normal days, you can add on chudiyas. Can go for siilver ones, but if you want it to be a bit more dressy, you can buy matching chudiyas.

Accessories matching your outfit>>>> Even if you are wearing silver jwellery, try to match the rest of the things with your outfit. Rubberbands, hair clip, bangles, your shoes, your bag, etc.

Wear jootis when you go indo-western.

I feel like the key for accessories is to not overdo it. Keep it simple. The best part about our desi style is we have a lot of ways to dress up- bindis to payals. For your college fits, you can just go for bindis matching your outfit or the black one, jhumkas and bangles. finish it with a totebag.

When your shoes are visible with an outfit, you can do this. I like to wear boots alot. So, whenever I wear dresses and my boots are visible, I wear payals over them. It looks really cool. 10/10

if you are really into the aesthetic and want to play around, you can also try wearing scarfs as hairbands, silver necklaces as headbands, use earrings as hair ties.

To feel like a desi coquette, you can wear those bowtie hair clips matching the color of your kurta

pictures from pinterest

[mangowillow]

how you shine for me

pairing: jungkook x female reader

summary: you and jungkook finally take that next step, that next milestone in your relationship: moving in together.

genre/tags: established relationship, fluff, moving in together, humor (that i failed badly at)

word count: 3.2k

a/n: i wrote this as a comfort read for a friend who went through a rough time, hence the attempt at humor. i also wrote this for myself as a way to grieve the passing of my pet lab of 10 years. who knew one could write such a bad comedy lol

With a huff and a grunt, Jungkook placed the last box on the floor. He looks at you, the love of his life, laser-focused on examining different picture frames from a different box, other contents piled in front of you on the carpet.

“Okay, I think that’s the last of the boxes.”

You looked up and gave Jungkook his favorite sunny smile, “You must be tired, baby. Sit down first.”

Jungkook did just that and took a long look at you. You were smiling at the picture frame you held in your hands.

“Do you remember the day we first met, Jungkookie?”

“Of course I do, love. You were instantly whipped for me, I could tell.”

You threw daggers at him with your eyes. Jungkook’s lips curled into a small snicker.

“If I remember correctly, it was you who was whipped for me,” you pouted. God, how Jungkook loved seeing you so cutely dejected.

“Yeah, if you count that time I had to carry you to Hobi’s car because you were too drunk to walk on your own two feet.”

“We were at a party, Jungkook. We were supposed to drink and have fun,” you defended.

“And you are a very graceful person when drunk. You even told me… what was it?”

Your lips parted, watching Jungkook recall what it was that you said during your drunken state five years ago. But you knew all too well that Jungkook didn’t forget. He never let you forget.

“Don’t say it, I swear–”

“I like your stupid face. It’s so stupid, so… I like it. Can I touch it?”

You threw Jungkook a scrunched-up silk scarf that was right beside you. Jungkook tried to hold his giggles as he caught the scarf with his hand.

“And do you remember what I told you, babe?”

You groaned as you hid your face in your hands.

“You should really learn how to hold your liquor, ___,” Jungkook sing-songed.

You were turning beet red while Jungkook was reveling in your embarrassment. Loving you with all his heart will always be his first priority, but teasing you came in close at second place.

“I never should’ve asked you in the first place, you’re so annoying.” You went back to gathering the rest of your picture frames.

Jungkook leaned in to peck you on the lips, “And you love me,” before kissing you once more on the cheek.

“I do love you, you dork.” you smiled.

“Good. Okay, rest time is over, put me to work, ___. Which of these boxes do you want me to attack first because this whole thing,” Jungkook moved his arms in a circular motion, referring to the assortment of boxes and items all over the floor, “Does not spark joy at all.”

You chuckled as you asked Jungkook if he could start putting up the paintings on the walls.

After a year of dilly-dallying and dating, you and Jungkook decided to take the next step of commitment and have been in a relationship for the past four years. It was only recently that you both decided to move in together because money had been hard to come by. When Jungkook got promoted at his office job and you started earning more since your online business kicked off, you both started saving up for a home of your own, no questions, no doubt.

Until hard work paid off.

Apartment hunting hadn’t been easy because the cost of living in Seoul wasn’t too friendly and you had to compromise on your wishlist here and there. When you and Jungkook stepped foot into the apartment you now both own, Jungkook knew it was the perfect one; floor to ceiling windows, a small electric fireplace, and a bathtub, which you really wanted.

Before arriving with the movers, Jungkook saw how you were full of giddiness at finally having a place to call home. A shared and private space with the woman he loves the most, the cause of his euphoria– Jungkook couldn’t ask for more.

After arranging the picture frames, you started to unpack bathroom essentials.

“Hey, Jungkookie?”

Jungkook with his tongue slightly jutted, was concentrating on hanging the last painting, “Yeah babe?”

“Promise me to never leave the toothpaste cap open? I heard the strongest couples can’t handle that.”

Jungkook chuckled at your candidness, “I won’t, I promise.” He saw the ghost of a smile pass through your lips before he watched you walk to the bathroom with a box of toiletries in your arms.

“Do you need some help?” Jungkook offered

“I got this, babe. Thank you for putting up the paintings,” you gave him that smile he fell in love with the day he met you— serene, calm, reassuring.

You and Jungkook spent another two hours moving stuff into different corners of the apartment. After doing a few kitchen repairs, Jungkook finally arrived at the last box. Inside was an assortment of candles and bath bombs– your favorite items. Since Jungkook was very particular to different kinds of scents, he also had a higher tendency to become allergic to overpowering ones. Thankfully, you had a particular taste and are almost a creature of habit because you almost never change your preferences. Jungkook made a mental note to buy you a new jar of your favorite Diptyque Baies Candle the next time you go out shopping because the one you had now was almost running out.

“Babe, where do you want me to put–”

When Jungkook turned around to face you, he saw you curled up on the couch, fast asleep. You had an arm tucked underneath your head while the other hand loosely held a small duster that was about to fall to the carpet. Jungkook quietly walked over and knelt beside you. He pushed away a stray strand of hair that fell over your eye as he whispered, “Adorable.”

Jungkook carefully carried you bridal style to the queen-sized bed in the bedroom, the one he hopes you both share the rest of your lives. Not being able to resist, Jungkook joined you on the bed and pulled you towards his chest. You slightly stirred and groaned.

Jungkook whispered, “Sleep well, my love,” and before he knew it himself, his eyes drooped, and fell asleep cradling you in his arms.

Sleeping with you in his arms is always Jungkook’s favorite part of his day. After long, mundane days at his corporate job, all he wants is to come home, eat ramen on lazy nights while watching bad reality TV, and sleep. Since he met you, nights have become more interesting. Jungkook now has someone to eat ramen with, plus you make a mean kimchi and cheese kimbap. The sex was always mind-blowing and the loving whispers in the night and cuddles that came after are both your guilty pleasures.

The warmth of your body, hair that smelled of white strawberry and sweet mint shampoo always lulled Jungkook to sleep. Knowing that you were safely tucked in his arms made him feel that the world was his for the taking– comforting, quietly powerful.

You stirred as you slowly opened your eyes, adjusting to the surroundings. You were fairly sure that you fell asleep on the couch and the closet in front of you certainly wasn’t the fireplace.

The moment you realized you were in literal darkness, you suddenly sat upright on the bed. You tried to feel around the bed for your phone, but you remembered yet again that this wasn’t the place where you fell asleep. Another realization dawned on you as something hard and warm made itself known, but you couldn’t make out what it was. It? Damn your eyesight for being such a nuisance.

Jungkook was still asleep beside you. He stirred a bit when you tried to shake him awake. For once, you were grateful Jungkook had always been a light sleeper.

“Baby, it’s dark outside,” you hissed.

Jungkook shifted, squinting as he lifted his head to look out the window. With a plop, he allowed his head to sink back into the pillow once more.

“I can see that, baby. The night usually comes after the day,” Jungkook stated matter-of-factly, sleep evident in his voice.

You smacked the side of Jungkook’s leg, “It’s dark outside, you brat–”

“Hey, ow! Why’d you hit me? I was only stating a fact,” Jungkook forced himself to sit up and rubbed his eyes, “What time is it?”

“I don’t know, you tell me,” you responded, folding your arms.

Jungkook grabbed his phone that was on the nightstand and checked the time: half-past one o’clock in the morning.

“Oh, it’s the middle of the night,” Jungkook stated. You leaned over to check the time on Jungkook’s phone before smacking him on the arm.

“Ow! What did I do now?”

“I can’t believe we fell asleep. How long were we out? How did I even get here?”

“Well, let's see, you fell asleep around noon and I carried you to our bed because the couch looked uncomfortable. Geez, you’re so cranky when you wake up in the middle of the night– not that you often wake up during this ungodly hour but–”

“How can I not be when we missed dinner? We overslept–”

“And it’s not a big deal, love. We were hauling in so many boxes all day. You were tired, we both were. Besides, it’s now Sunday. It’s our rest day,” When Jungkook saw you pout, he chuckled.

“What?” you asked.

“Are you seriously upset that we overslept?” Jungkook teased.

“No, it’s just that–” You sighed, letting his arms fall to his lap, “We missed dinner and I think we weren’t done unpacking everything yet.”

Jungkook fondly chuckled once more before wrapping his arms around your torso and kissing your temple.

“Silly baby. We unpacked all the boxes already and there’s only one left to unpack. We can do that tomorrow. As for dinner… that one I’m not so sure about. I don’t remember packing any food for the fridge yet.”

“Yeah, that’s because we were supposed to do grocery shopping after we unpacked all the boxes.”

“We can do grocery shopping in a few hours.”

“But we don’t have anything to eat right now,” you said and right on cue, you both heard a stomach growling.

Jungkook grabbed your hand and stood up from the bed.

“What are you doing?”

“Come on, you’re hungry.”

“Jeon Jungkook, what are you planning?”

Jungkook didn’t reply as he pulled you towards the front door. You turned his head in the direction of the window and his eyes widened.

“Jungkook, the houses outside are covered in snow.”

“Yes, baby, because it’s winter season,” Jungkook deadpanned as he put on your snowshoes for you.

“It’s one in the morning and there’s snow. Where the hell are you taking me?”

“Aish, we’re going to find something to eat.”

“I’m pretty sure all the restaurants are closed by now.”

Jungkook took off your puffer jacket from the coat rack and put it on you, zipping the front zipper up to your neck. Mittens came next and Jungkook gently guided your fingers through the holes, all the while you looked at him in silent adoration. He was at least grateful you weren’t resisting. You trust him with your whole life.

He held you by the shoulders and leaned back to take a look before muttering, “Cozy.”

Jungkook intertwined his fingers with yours as he opened the main door to the building outside. Cool air bit at your faces as you shivered.

“Shit, it's freezing. Seriously Jungkook, we could’ve just ordered take-out.”

“And miss out on an adventure in the dead of night in the middle of a potential snowstorm? Never.” Jungkook grinned as he led you a few steps down the block to their right.

The streets were quiet and still as the two lovers trudged through the snow. You could feel Jungkook tightening his grip around your gloved hand as you both approached a store with an almost blinding light.

A convenience store.

It never even crossed your mind and you wanted to kick yourself.

Jungkook pushed the door open and a small bell sound rang. The person behind the cashier bowed and greeted him. Jungkook led you to one of the small tables located inside and sat you down.

“Alright, babe, the usual order?” When Jungkook got a proper look at your face, it was that of confusion and awareness at the same time. “It never crossed your mind that a convenience store is actually open 24/7, huh?”

“Shush! How did you even know that–”

“Five years being with you, I gained the ability to hear what you’re thinking, you know that, right?”

You opened your mouth to protest, but no sound came out. Jungkook giggled as he pinched your cheek.

“You’re cold. Ramen will do the trick. I’ll be right back.”

When Jungkook came back, he set down an array of different foods that made your eyes bulge– two big cups of ramen, samgak-kimbap, hot bars, and gamdongran. Jungkook also bought banana and strawberry milk.

When you were still dating during their first year, there were nights when you had to work overtime just to get orders done and delivered the next day. Jungkook would help you pack and tie ribbons to the parcels and in the middle of doing so, both your stomachs would rumble. The convenience store down the street from the apartment saved you in more ways than one. In that little pyonijom did you and Jungkook’s love story slowly blossom. It was in the benches outside that Jungkook learned how you were deathly afraid of spiders. In between cups of ramen and tteokbokki, you confessed your love for each other through innocent touches and hand-holding.

Years down the line, Jungkook continues to find ways to show you his love.

“What do you think? Do you forgive me?”

“You’re bribing me with food again.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad.”

Jungkook’s eyes crinkled the moment you looked up from your ramen to glare at him. Using his thumb, he reached out to wipe a stripe of soup stain from the corner of your lips.

“Stop doing that.”

Jungkook took a big bite on the samgak-kimbap, “Doing what?”

You stared at Jungkook who was chewing his food, doe eyes innocent as ever.

“Stop making me blush.”

Jungkook chuckled, “You love it.”

The flush on your cheeks told Jungkook he succeeded.

“You didn’t answer my question, baby.”

“No.”

“I fed you.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“You’re cruel. Let’s see who gives in when we come home later,” Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows and that got a laugh out of you.

“You're impossible,” you said.

Jungkook fell silent as he looked out the glass windows. His mouth slightly parted, but no sound came out. His eyes flitted between you and the windows, before slightly leaning forward across the table.

“Sweetheart, close your eyes.”

“What in the world–”

“Trust me.”

“You’ve been testing my trust since we woke up.”

Jungkook clicked his tongue, feigning annoyance, “Please?”

“What is this about–”

“I promise this one’s really worth it.”

“Fine,” you sighed as you placed his chopsticks on top of the ramen bowl and closed your eyes.

“Are your eyes closed? Sure you don’t see anything?”

“Yes, they are closed.”

Jungkook stood up and gently tugged on your arm, silently telling you to stand up, too.

“Don’t open your eyes until I tell you to, okay?”

You nodded. Jungkook took a long look at you before cupping your face into his hands and giving you a light kiss on your pink lips.

“What’s happening, Jungkook?”

“You’ll see.”

Jungkook slowly turned you in the direction of the front door. He put a hand over your eyes just to make sure you weren’t peeking. Jungkook pushed the door open and together, both of you walked with legs getting tangled every now and then, your back against Jungkook’s chest.

You wanted to say something in protest yet again as the cold winter air began to overtake your body once more, but you felt Jungkook wrap his arm tighter around you, his lips placing small kisses from your neck down to your shoulders.

“Baby, it’s cold,” you tried your best not to shiver too much, but Jungkook’s arm around your waist held you closer, his head resting on your shoulder.

“Does this feel a bit better?” Jungkook asked, breathing warmly as he whispered against your ear.

“Yes, much better,” you replied, trying to steady your nerves.

Jungkook continued to whisper, “Are you ready baby?”

You nodded, at a loss for words, “Three, two, one…” Slowly, Jungkook removed the hand that was covering your eyes.

As you opened them, you saw light, falling snow.

“We didn’t get to witness the first snow together this year. I know it means a lot to you because it’s been our tradition, but I hope this one would cheer you–”

You turned around to face Jungkook and pulled him into a deep kiss. Jungkook melted into your touch as he kissed you back.

In the freezing winter, you and Jungkook felt warm wrapped up in each other’s embrace.

When you pulled away, he was breathless. Jungkook ran his thumb across your cheek, softly smiling at you.

“I love you, Jungkook. Thank you.”

“I only want to make you happy, baby. I love you too,” Jungkook whispered against your forehead before giving you a feather-light kiss.

Stumbling back into the darkness of your apartment, you and Jungkook didn’t want to pull away from one another as you continued to kiss. Jungkook felt you smile and giggle as he wiggled your coats and shoes off. When you finally pulled away from each other, Jungkook leaned back slightly to look at you. The light from the window illuminated your face, Jungkook was so enamored he felt he was going to burst out of love for you.

He quietly held your hand and led you to the kitchen. He stopped walking backward when you were in front of the refrigerator.

“Are you still hungry, baby? Only a few hours left until we go grocery shopping.”

Jungkook didn’t respond but instead opened the refrigerator door. The soft blue light from inside provided a bit more light to the rest of the apartment.

Jungkook pulled you closer to him, one arm caging around your waist. You were quick to catch on to what he was trying to do.

“____, have I told you how much I love you?”

You rested your head on Jungkook’s shoulder as he quietly led you both into a slow hum, a slow dance under the refrigerator light.

“Every day, Jungkook-ah. I feel loved by you every single day since I met you,” you whispered against Jungkook’s chest.

Jungkook’s eyes closed as a gentle smile spread across his face. Loving you felt freeing, resplendent. The kind of love that healed all his broken hallelujahs.

“My heart has always dreamed of you, sweetheart. I’m so happy I get to love you like this.”

“Thank you for loving me. For protecting my heart, Jungkook,” you muttered as you lifted your head to look at Jungkook.

Jungkook just smirks and you roll your eyes because you can read him like a book.

"And thank you for taking me to the convenience store," you say as you smack his chest. "You big oaf."

Jungkook's laugh echoes through the quiet room, “Always, baby." He leans closer to whisper against your lips so softly, so reverently, "As long as it's you, I have everything I need.”

[moeblob]

I met people I knew only online for the first time irl last night and I'm still extremely exhausted cause I am not a social person so here. Take an OC.

Katale (Kitty) is wonderful and I love her and she's a criminal and that's fine. She likes to look cute and so whenever I see a really cute outfit in public with a specific vibe, I'm like "Kitty would love that". So here. Please. Please know that I saw this very pretty woman jogging with her hair pulled back, running shorts, and the CUTEST top with a little scarf from the same fabric tied and wow. It was. So wonderful, please have a wonderful day @ the lady I saw jogging yesterday.

[xuchiya]

❇ just imagine yunho traveling to his hometown for christmas. he bids you goodbye, hugging you tightly, "i'll be back on the day after tomorrow." you nodded, patting his hair and pulling the scarf neatly on his neck. you look up at him, eyes sparkling, "be safe on your way home and the gifts." he chuckles, kissing your forehead gently, "they'll love it, thank you aein." you watch him make his way towards his car and gently place the gifts at the backseat, he turns around waving at you, "i love you!" he yells. you chuckle covering your face as it blooms in red.he saw your reaction, giggling and feeling the satisfaction of making you blush, waves again before driving off to his hometown. you wave before sighing deeply, your heart clenching at the thought of celebrating christmas, again, alone. you couldn't blame yunho, he has a family to come home to, a mother to shower him with lots of gifts, a father to tell him stories of his first christmas shenanigans and grandparents to feed him delicious foods. you walk back in your house, eyes wandering around to the well decorated living room, christmas tree adorn with cute decorations you bought online then christmas presents underneath for the boys if they ever come over to visit christmas with you and yunho, beside the christmas tree is the fireplace. you sat down, legs underneath your hips, a melancholy look, "it's just you and me, baby." you look at the median white corn snake sitting on her dead tree trunk, she hisses softly as if telling you that it's fine. you smile, picking her up and place her around your shoulders, "let's make some cookies, shall we?"

you walk towards the kitchen preparing for the baking session. the night passes and morning comes, so does the first snow, you look outside to see some kids walking down the street with their arms out, parents picking up their children to try and catch big snowflakes. you sigh, drawing the curtains back in and proceeding to do your morning routine. after a short routine, you made yourself some breakfast, fed snowy, your corn snake, and opened the present yunho said to open on christmas day. your jaw drops to the alluring necklace. it was the necklace you found in japan, the one that caught your attention while you and yunho were visiting the heart of the city. you took the necklace off from the case and carefully placed it around your neck, it was close to a choker type, but it lay perfectly between your neck and collarbones. it was simple yet it felt elegant. you sigh dreamily, your heart pounding as it glimmers when the morning sun enters the living room. you sigh, heart clenching, the same pain you endure whenever you celebrate christmas but you, once, had never resented christmas, in fact you have dearly loved the season. it was a season of giving and receiving. you give and receive but in the end, you end up receiving a news you never thought would occur one day. here you are now, alone in christmas morning with your emotional support cornsnake. absentmindedly, head full of sorrow memories, your thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the front door. you sniffle, brushing away a few fallen tears before standing up. your body reacted as a sudden thought of an uninvited guest coming in, the rest of the boys were in their hometowns and yunho will be back tomorrow and that leaves you with the thought of a stranger. carefully, you peek through the monitor and only saw a bundle of lilac and pevian lilies. your favorite. you gradually approach the door, unlocking the locks and peek a small amount of your face, “yes?” when the person behind the bundle of flowers did not reveal itself; answer you either way, you open the door further and pull the bundle down gently until a face reveals you were not expecting. your heart races a mile and face flush from the cold and surprise, and tears brimming in the corner of your eyes,  “yunho?” he chuckles pulling the bundles away and opens his arms, “merry christmas aein!” you could no longer help the excitement you are experiencing, tears fell down your cheeks as you wrap your arms around him, “oh my gosh!” you both stayed in the same position, “i thought you’ll be back tomorrow?” you pull away, sniffling but a smile is on your lips, he chuckles wiping your tears, “i can’t and won't let you celebrate christmas alone again aien.” your heart swells, pulling him in a tighter hug, “i love you.” he gave you the same amount of tightness and tenderness, “i love you more than anything, merry christmas.” ❇

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Warm enough | Elizabeth Olsen

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

Prompt: “Are you warm enough?"

A/n: Just a short fluffy fic based on this interview moment between Lizze and Aubrey Plaza.

Masterlist | requests: closed | words: 415

It was a cold winter day, and you were outside having interviews for your upcoming movie with Elizabeth Olsen. During the first the couple interviews the cold didn't bother you much, but halfway through the fourth one you started shivering a bit. "Are you warm enough?" Lizzie whispered in your ear when she noticed. You shook your head. 

In response Lizzie took off her scarf and wrapped it loosely around your neck. She hugged your body from the side, letting her body temperature warm up yours. She moved her hands up and down your arms, to give you some extra warmth. You continued the interview like that.

Once the interview was over Elizabeth stepped up to the agents that arranged today. "Y/n and I are going to take a break, it's too cold. We're going to get a hot drink and we'll be back in half an hour." She really didn't like that you were this cold. So, she wasn't going to take no for an answer. 

Lizzie led you inside where you found a couch to sit on. She told you to wait there while she went to get you both something warm to drink. Once you were all warmed up again you braved the cold again for your last couple of interviews. 

After Lizzie complained once again to the agency that doing this in the cold wasn't a good idea, the both of you went home. When Lizzie offered to spend the rest of the day in comfy clothes watching movies at her place, your decision was quickly made. 

A couple days later the interviews were posted online, and your notifications were full of videos and pictures of the interview where Lizzie was hugging you. Every post you saw people were shipping you and her together.

It brought a smile to your face. Since Elizabeth wasn't on social media, you couldn't wait to show her. Later that day when she got done with work, she came over for dinner. That's where you showed her the video's.

"Look how cute babe! They still have no clue were already dating." You say while she's looking through the comments. Months ago, when the two of you started dating, you had decided to not make any official announcements of your relationship, except for your family and friends. Rather just doing whatever you wanted and not caring what people thought. That made it extra funny now, that there were thousands of people shipping the two of you together.

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Chubby Izuku, my beloved (tw: some fat shaming and low self-esteem)

By the time of the Entrance Exam, Izuku has cleaned up several spots across the city. It even becomes a topic online, though he's not aware that he's being talked about.

Redditors and bloggers talking about the city note how much cleaner certain spots are, pointing to photos of a chubby boy in a blue janitor jumpsuit and black cap covering his head, wearing a face mask to cover himself. While a few people think it's a coincidence, others start calling him The Cleaning Fairy and refer to sightings of him.

"Ah, he got nervous when he saw me taking pictures."

"Of course he would. Who knows what people have said about him? This country doesn't treat janitors right."

"He's just doing his job. Why does this thread exist lol"

"Hey, check this out. Saw a picture posted by this agency, and it seems they got hired by the city to clean up a beach. They blurred his face out, but look at that jumpsuit. That's definitely The Cleaning Fairy."

"So he's employed with them?"

"No, his outfit is different. He's not an employee. Read the description, duh."

"He's just a kid??"

"They don't say how old he is, but he's just a lil kid. He's not even getting paid, but he's cleaning the city."

"Doesn't he kinda look like that one kid who rescued his classmate a few months back...er...lemme get the vid. EDIT: here."

So, while Izuku doesn't realize it, he starts getting a few small fans who look up to his earnest efforts and quiet work ethic. Considering the fact he could be a minor, they dialed back some of their investigative work, but hoped they'd continue seeing more of him soon. They'd do so sooner than they realized.

Izuku stands at the entrance area, several students present and walking around to find their assigned spaces. It's so strange, being there, looking at his dream school with wide-eyed infatuation and awe. He never thought he'd be able to make it this far, and yet...

There were kids of all sorts of shapes and sizes, though most of them looked to be the size of other people. A few of them were closer to his weight, but he still stuck out. That's why, when someone loudly said "Move out the way, lard ass," he had the immediate feeling they were talking to him.

It takes him a moment to realize he recognizes that voice after moving to the side. And surely enough, Katsuki comes up from behind him, his neck wrapped with a scarf in the cold weather. Aside from his usual irritability, he doesn't do anything else, not touching or referring to Izuku any further.

Izuku waits anxiously for him to walk off, hearing some people recognize the explosive boy... Then, it's time for him to enter. He breathes in deeply and heads in, his shoulders almost hunched up to his ears from how small he tries to make himself.

However, he ends up misstepping, tripping on his own leg. He knows how to tank a fall, thankfully, from all those videos he'd watched. So he raises his arms, hands splayed, and he bends his knees to lessen the pressure on his body.

But before he falls, his body suddenly feels lighter.

He blinks a few times in quick succession, startled by the sudden change. Then, he hears a girl talking at his side.

"Are you alright?"

Izuku looks up, seeing a kind brown-haired girl with pink cheeks. She smiles at him as she helps him stand up straight. He looses the weightless feeling once his feet are settled.

"Oh...uhm..."

"Sorry for using my quirk on you. I just felt like it'd be bad luck to fall here, you know? I bet you're as nervous as I am, huh?"

"Ahh..."

His words fail him. Girls his age usually don't bother trying to speak with him. This is new.

She looks at him for a moment, her cheeks becoming a tad more red before she laughs.

"W-Well, best of luck to you!"

As she leaves, he doesn't hear her, but she murmurs under her breath.

"That was such a cute guy..."

He doesn't snap out of his daze until a moment later, realizing he never got to thank her.

--- --- ---

When he gets to the auditorium and sees the seating configuration, his heart drops through the floor. Of course there's a bunch of people already seated. Of course he's too chubby to make it through without bothering them. Of course his seat is right beside Kacchan's.

Most of the other larger people have end seats. However, their sizes and weights are often correlated to their quirks, so seating could be prepared for them. However, since Izuku's quirkless, the same accommodations weren't necessary for him.

He breathes in softly, hands starting to shake, and walks up to the person at the end.

"E...Excuse me."

The guy, looking bored and sleepy in the early morning, looks up at him. Izuku points over past the boy.

"My seat is...over there. Um...I'll pass behind you. If that's okay."

The stranger's face curls with derision, an expression Izuku's quite familiar with. He apologizes several times, squeezing behind the guy as he heads in. He continues to apologize with each person he passes behind, some looking irritated while others look nonplussed, even telling him it's fine.

Eventually, he makes it to his seat, Katsuki scoffing at him.

"Surprised you brought your dumb ass here after all."

"Uhm...yes..."

"If you try to get in my way, I'll end you before it starts. Got it?"

"Y...Yes, Kacchan..."

Katsuki scoffs again, then turns his attention to the front, deciding to ignore his existence. Izuku sits as small as he can despite not being among the largest people in the room, and waits for the presentation to start.

And when it does, he can't help but feel excited! It's Present Mic!

When he says his signature intro, Izuku actually utters out a quiet, wobbly "Hey" with it. In the absolute silence of the room, it sticks out like a sore thumb. He's immediately red up to his ears, but the Pro Hero takes a shine to him.

"Yeah! That's what I like to hear! It's time to Wake Up this morning, kiddos!"

Though, Izuku knows the snickering he hears around him isn't an attempt to laugh with him. He shrinks in his seat, wanting to disappear.

It only gets worse when he can't get a handle on his murmuring. When a very astute-looking guy with a muscular build stands and asks about the fourth enemy, he also turns to Izuku.

"You there, with the curly hair!"

Izuku freezes up immediately.

"Can you sit still and stop talking for a second? You're distracting! If you're here at U.A. for fun, leave this place at once!"

He's almost in tears immediately, feeling them build in his eyes. Izuku really just wants to disappear, but... But the boy is right. He should be quiet.

"Yes... I'm sorry."

He manages to stay silent for the remainder of the announcements before they separate to take the written exams.

--- --- ---

He doesn't take too long to finish, thankfully. The questions are mostly things he's studied, and the other part of the test with the hero-specific questions are often multiple-choice or open-ended. They need to know your school smarts and ethics after all.

Then, the part before the practical exams: the interview.

Izuku enters a room without any people in front of him. Instead, there's just a camera and a speaker, likely to ask him the questions. The voice that comes out of the speaker is clearly modulated or is perhaps robotic, not giving Izuku any possible way of discerning who is asking the questions.

He settles in the chair, shifting slightly until he gets comfortable.

"State your name, ID number, and current school."

He startles, squeaking, before answering.

"Oh, uhm... Midoriya Izuku, AL10532, Aldera Junior High."

"State your quirk."

"Uhm...q-quirkless."

"State the primary and secondary courses to which you're applying."

There's no pause between his answer and the next question. It's so strange to experience that. Usually, whenever someone asked what his quirk was and he answered, there'd be an awkward pause. But they express no such thing, simply going through the list for the time being.

"Uhm...th-the Hero and General Education courses."

"What do you think makes someone a good hero?"

A change in tempo. So, the voice is modulated. There are real people listening to his answers.

"Uhm...I think a hero is...someone who helps others."

"Can't any person, hero or not, help other people?"

"Well, y-yes, but... I think there's a difference between helping others and risking yourself for others. Heroes...put in a level of personal risk others can't or won't."

"Do you think part of heroics involves their power?"

"...T-To an extent, yes. I-I mean, having a quirk...would definitely make saving others...possibly easier. It's possible. I just...uhm...power is...relative. It depends on what someone can...or does...do with their quirk, not...uhm, if...they have one."

It feels strange to say such a thing to a school. It feels like he's trying to argue with them, which is certainly not what he wants. He makes himself smaller in his chair, looking down at the ground.

"What can you offer as a hero?"

...That's the big question, isn't it?

He opens his mouth, then closes it. He thinks about how to answer, floundering in his attempts. So, it takes him a few moments before he can speak.

"I...I think, I can offer...help. I...I'm quirkless. I know that. I know I can't do much. I don't have super strength or hearing, I don't have any particularly special powers. I'm not the smartest or fastest, either..."

He trails off...then looks up at the camera, smiling weakly.

"I-I'm not sure anyone would feel confident if they saw me. They'd probably be put off. But...I think there'd be another person. Someone who...someone who needs help and can't get it from anyone else. Someone who reaches out... And...I have a hand I can reach back with." He sits up straighter. "I-I promise I won't be a hinderance! I know I'm weak. But, I...I would like to be given a chance, please!"

There's a beat of silence.

"Is your desire to help enough to allow you the right to be a hero?"

Another tone change, this one deeper in a very subtle way. And the question digs into his chest with barbed teeth.

"...N-No. Just because I want it, doesn't mean... It's just, uhm... I know my desire...what I want doesn't really matter. It's what people need that matters. And, uhm, a lot of people need someone to protect them, or even just..."

He might as well be honest.

"...I have no right to be a hero." He smiles tightly. "I'm just stubborn."

There's a bit of silence. Izuku can't see it, but in the room of teachers, a certain principal looks up at a blond man. Said blond's mouth presses tightly, upset, but otherwise not expressing it.

The voice starts again, coming from someone who isn't the blond or the principal.

"If you have no right to be a hero, why did you apply?"

"Because I'm stubborn. And...and U.A. opened up entrance possibilities for quirkless students. So. I'm going to try. And do my best. And if that isn't enough, then that's okay... I have no right to be a hero. But...uhm. If I could be one, it'd be a...it would be a great privilege."

"What do you have that others don't?"

"...Uhm...nothing, really. I think that, uhm...I'm not different from anyone else. I just think I can, uhm...I think I can help. That's all. And if I can, then that's...that would be good."

"Tell us about a time you behaved like a hero."

Another tone change. Lighter voice, slightly faster tempo. That makes four.

"B-Behaved like a...uhm..." Izuku scratches at the back of his head. "...I-I wouldn't say I was a hero, but...uhm...I... Well..."

He breathes in deeply, then thinks.

"...One time, I finished cleaning up a small courtyard. It was just a little one, not much space or trash there. It used to be really pretty, but after a villain attack, uhm, the rocks and stuff... It blocked up the space. No one was paying much attention to it, so the plants and stuff...and some people threw out trash. So I...decided to clean it up."

He blinks, reminiscing.

"Then, one day, after I cleaned up, I passed near the area. And, uhm...the people living near the courtyard. They decided to...have a party. They were eating together there, and they, uh, looked like they were having fun. I...saw an old man in that area. He seemed...content? I guess. He looked kind of sick. Uhm. He had tubes in his nose, connected to a tank. And I thought...well. If he was able to enjoy that courtyard...uhm, even just that once. Then. That was...good."

Silence.

"How many people have you spoken to during this interview?"

"Huh? Uhm...f-four? N-No, five."

Five, including the new one for the last question.

Silence again.

"Thank you for your time. Please continue to the practical exam."

[isleofair]

Tiger & Bunny Week Day 3

You as a Tiger & Bunny Character and/or in the World of Tiger & Bunny

Okay, I'm actually going to answer this two ways, because I think the two options would have fairly different results, lol

Me in the World of Tiger & Bunny:

I'd be just any old regular person living in whatever the T&B equivalent of Italy/Europe is. I probably wouldn't care much about Hero TV, as I am usually not a huge fan of reality television.

And...

If Ryan is indeed meant to be "Italian" (which I can totally see for several different reasons, lol), he would have been my local hero before moving to Stern Bild, and considering how annoying I found him in The Rising... I probably would have disliked him, and thus been even less fond of hero-based media than I was to begin with 😂

Me as a Tiger & Bunny Character:

Now, this version of me would probably have to live in Stern Bild, in order to appear in the show... but I really don't think I'd be a hero, or probably even have a NEXT power of any kind.

The most likely way I'd interact with the story, however collaterally, would probably be either needing some rescuing by the heroes (hopefully not as often as Scarf-tan!), or, if my fixation would somehow be transposed from this world, something like...

John and Johnjohn catch my eye in the park because ALL dogs catch my eye, and they're especially adorable;

consequently, Keith and Nathan catch my eye, too, because a) they are walking the adorable dogs, b) they look very nice, and c) Nathan and I share a hair color;

I go home thinking "oh, what a cute queer couple I came across today, how nice";

I turn on the TV, catch a glimpse of FireSky on the screen, and I am immediately launched into an endless rabbit hole of obsession in which I become convinced the couple I saw in the park and the heroes I saw on TV are the very same people. But trying to figure out if I'm right without asking inopportune questions online is HARD! Like, what if they actually are? I shouldn't risk burning their identities! But at the same time, I'm so damn curious! And the whole thing probably ends up with me throwing my hands into the air and going from "not a fan of Hero TV" to "browsing the RPF section of the T&B world's equivalent of ao3" within the span of a week 🤣

(the prompts!)

[sapporo-division]

Getting roped into the Secret Santa event was far from the worst thing Asato has been pulled into. And for that, the farmer was slightly relieved. The last thing he would want is to be roped into something ridiculous… Like the pageant event from earlier. Still, picking out a gift for the journalist Yoichi Shujo from Sapporo would have been difficult if it weren’t for the fact his team members were more… Social than Asato. With their help, he decided to send Yoichi…

A book nook! Specifically one with a diorama of a little bookstore that lit up using a motion sensor that would detect when someone was in front of the book nook. Unfortunately, there is no note outside of the package address mentioning it is for the Secret Santa event that the divisions were all participating in… At least Asato managed something!

Yoichi was heading out to buy groceries that his mom assigned him to buy for Christmas dinner later on with his mom and his sisters. He grabbed his coat, scarf, wearing his shoes, then check the pocket from his raincoat did he left anything aside his wallet & smartphone. “Ok I got everything I need but urgh……thinking about me touching grass often and heading to the store with bunch of people makes me so nauseous but if I don’t, I’ll get an earful from big sister……” He let out a big sigh of not wanting to do anything beside staying at home to decorate the place peacefully but he wouldn’t want to get scolded again.

“Huh?”

As he opens the front door, he saw a package infront of him. He wondered who send the package to and from whom? neither him nor his family ordered anything online but come to his mind, it could be his relatives so he knelt down and picks it up. He look at the package around if there was a note mentioning who’s the sender except it’s from Secret Santa. He remembers there was an event where his team are called out to divisions participate Secret Santa game. Perhaps, this gift was for him after all so he opens it and saw a book nook inside.

“Wow…this is actually really cute and the detailed appearance from the inside of a mini bookstore is so amazing. I could imagine myself shrink and chill inside the library but it’d be sound bad if my sisters will accidentally step on me haha…” he made a sad laugh just to sound like a joke even though he’s utterly bad at it. Alright enough with the bad jokes, he was happy to receive the gift and looking forward to where he can put it? on his shelf or table? but wait what’s actually he’s thinking

“Hmm…I wonder who was my secret santa? Ah! I shouldn’t be staying here to think longer. I have to do my errands! U-u-um…uh Sis! could you put this in my room? It’s my gift from secret Santa so be careful of placing it. Thanks!” He asked his sister and give the book nook to her as he quickly leaves from the apartment.

— thanks for the gift and Merry Christmas! 🎄❤️

[lazy-queer]

korea month 2 accomplishments

actually got kinda good at painting my nails didn’t forget my umbrella but still got super wet in the rain picked knitting back up and started a scarf got so crazy congested (but only on my right side) that I kept on crying (but only out of my right eye) went to a flea market and traditional market on a hunt for nice pottery found a fruit and veggie market that’s less crazy expensive than normal got schooled by 8 year olds inline skating got a SIM card!!! had a friend come visit and stay with me for a week did a fun little night walking tour  bought what I thought was peach milk but was actually peach juice. still good but sad no peach milk. went to jeju with my friend and we climbed a crater and drank orange juice and went to the aquarium to see otters and saw a waterfall and did go carts and ate yummy pork and almost missed our flight home attended a conference trying to recruit doctors which did not go well but oh well you live and you learn found an area that sells traditional style/antique pottery so now I can start my collection of fun bowls went to a cafe in said area that was selling bowls for under 500 won each so I got two bowls for less than $1!! almost had a hissy fit trying to order furniture online. why is it so complicated. why.  booked a trip to Japan!!! on an impulse without waiting to see if my time off gets approved!!!!  moved into my final apartment! built an ikea chair and only messed it up a little bit!  went to the farmers market which is like my #1 source of serotonin so you can imagine after ~2 months of depravation my joy was off the charts bought some small super cute handmade ceramic bowls for my mise en place! for some more ceramic stuff (enough that I'm satisfied for now) including a cute little weiner dog chopstick rest!!!!  resigned myself to buying a $300 mattress topper because the springs in my bed were so uncomfortable before realizing that my mattress was just upside down, so now it’s right side up and I didn’t spend $300 actually got my apartment 97% organized with what I'll have for now, excited to find some new stuff to put in it got in a fight with my obgyn from roughly 11k miles away because they keep billing me for random shit did a proper commute for the first time!!!! I feel like I'll like it better after suffering for 2 months without sufficient distance from my office got a free bread maker and a free inflatable mattress and a free projector and a shit ton of free tupperware  bought a handmade by aunties crochet rug! made lunch to bring to work instead of eating out for the first time (in korea, I have brought lunch to work before) had some dope ass duck and pork bbq found some super cute English language bookstores got rainbow fairy lights! finally found frozen vegetables got a new big boss made some really tasty curry

[petirrojo57]

2nd Knittiversary!

I got a reminder that 2 years ago today I finished my first ever completed knitting project. My mom showed me the basics when I was a kid over 50 years ago (!) but the whole cast-on/bind-off thingy never took, and I just never got into it… probably was working with leftover not-especially nice yarn either, and I have learned, 2 years on, that I am a yarn snob.

I got interested (yes, seduced into it) as I was reading a very cute and sexy MDZS modern AU in which Lan Wangji takes up knitting to make things that his boyfriend Wei Wuxian will wear and actually keep warm when out and about and the author (link to fic on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27832159/chapters/68138386) mentioned and provided links to the yarn chosen (Malabrigo: I saw their colorways and was hooked, nay, I mentioned seduced? So it was.) I got more invested as the story progressed and even before the story was finished uploading I had bought my first skeins of Malabrigo yarn (Mecha, the bulky superwash merino in Aniversario) and needles and was off to the races looking up how to cast on and get going. It was a simple garter stitch scarf, which you can see in the photo, but I finished it and it’s a squishy, slightly imperfect thing I loved immediately.

The ease of finding yarns (even if in the pandemic I had to gamble on colorways viewed online) and tutorials and patterns meant that I had many ways to pursue this new hobby (dare I say obsession?) and pursue I did. You can see the results of this in the other photo, which was my 2022 completed projects (2021’s wasn’t quite that big, but it wasn’t too far off.) I celebrated by casting on a new project and I still have my cotton baby blanket on needles too, and a half-dozen other ideas rumbling around in my head. It’s a little weird, but I sometimes find myself thinking about my yarn stash and mentally mapping out what colors I’ll use in what stranded knitting pattern — kind of like counting sheep byproducts as I’m trying to fall asleep!

I think I’ll be doing this as long as my hands hold up (darn you, arthritis and trigger finger issues!) and I’ll enjoy every minute — provided I don’t take it into my head to knit another pair of socks.

I really don’t enjoy knitting socks.

[izzuku]

━━ KILLER HIGH HEELS

╸summary: you wanted to see a different side from Ike, to see him unravel, and after some alcohol you finally get to experience it

╺ characters: Ike Eveland x gn! reader

╸c/w: restraints, dirty talking?, suggestive, kind of a praising kink, mentions of alcohol, really short! (This character is far away from reality. His online persona may differ from his real life personality so please do not associate this to him in real life.)

╸a/n: I've been trying to write but being on vacation and hanging out makes it a lot harder but I finally did it! I'm sorry for those who want something cute I promise I'll do some fluff for our dear Ike. And this is totally inspired by one of his drunk stream

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Just from hearing his sweet laughter you guessed that he was streaming and judging from the empty cans in the bin you also guessed that he was getting drunk. You didn't want to interrupt him talking his chat so you decided to wait until he was done.

After a couple of hours you heard the door open and the sound of clacking heels along the hallway. You were currently laying on the floor since the suffocating heat of the summer was melting your already warm body.

“Hey love, are you done with the stream?” You didn't bother to open your eyes when the only response he gave you was a small chuckle.

“You look...cute on the floor” His voice was now closer to you, precisely on top of your head since your back was facing him. “But...you'd look prettier with your hands cuffed” he laughed again.

Your voice cut off when you suddenly felt your wrists inmobilized. Tilting your head upwards you were gifted with the magnificent view of Ike. His hair all ruffled, the metal of his glasses hanging over his chest, without the scarf and the jacket and with a red hue dancing across his features. But when you looked down, you saw your own hands in between his shoe and the heel of his high heels.

The smile that was on his face grew wider when he saw your mouth turn into an 'O' shape. “What? Do you perhaps need help getting up, love?” he said while bending a little bit down to meet your face.

“Ike...what are you doing?”

“Just...enjoying playing with my beautiful soul mate” He stared at your eyes before looking for a millisecond at your lips. “What? Are you getting off just by me handcuffing you?” This time he laughed out loud. The blush on your face grew wider just by the position you were in. Just think how embarrassing it was to be handcuffed by your lovers boots all the while you're laying on your stomach on the floor.

You looked down in hopes that he wouldn't see the blush that was spreading through your face but he was quicker to react. Your wrists were free but soon enough you felt something cold and heavy around them. This time, they were real handcuffs. When you looked at Ike he couldn't stop laughing.

“Ahh...I wanna have some fun babe...why don't you lay on the sofa? I'm really drunk and hot so I wanna play.” How could you say no when he was being sexy and pouty at the same time? His charms won over you and plus, he got you horny too!

[♥︎...]

Slowly unbottoning his shirt he loved the view under him. You with just your underwear covering you, hands cuffed above your head and full of hickeys starting from your neck to your thighs. Your breathing was heavy and you could see in his eyes how much he was enjoying torturing you.

“You're doing so well for me love...you look beautiful covered with my lips.”

“I...I want to ruin you. Please? Be good for me.”

[iced-nct]

Leaked

Pairing: Camboy!Chenle x F Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Language, smut, choking (?), oral (f receiving. mans knows how to eat. iykyk), enemies to fuck buddies, nudes, Big Dick Chenle agenda, this is FILTH (I love it), alcohol consumption. if I forgot anything please let me know, but as always 18+ MINORS DNI

Synopsis: Having your nudes leaked online is something that you wouldn’t wish on your worst enemy. Yet somehow, when it happens to your least favorite coworker, Chenle, he manages to come out the other end with a massive following. When yours get leaked a few hours after, you both agree to track down who at the office is sending these out. Maybe, just maybe, Chenle isn’t as bad as you thought.

A/N: This is my favorite of the camboys I'm not gonna lie. I am so proud of this one.

Chenle might not have set out to be your work nemesis, but he sure didn’t object to the label you placed on him. He sought you out every day to torment you just for fun. The worst part was that he was so well-liked in the office, so you had no one to vent to. Having to endure his endless teasing and pranks while everyone else laughed about how cute he is.

It was a fairly normal Friday morning at the office, and you spent it sifting through the odds and ends of paperwork from throughout the week. Your email open on your screen awaiting clients replies as you were organizing. Had it not been for your neighbors' obnoxious squeal from her cubicle, you might not have looked up to see the unread email in your inbox.

“Oh my god! He looks even better than I imagined!” She shrieked.

Sure enough, there in your email was Chenle’s private photos. You were torn between deleting the email and reporting it to HR, assuming it was another prank. Or continuing to scroll to just take a little peek. He was attractive, there was no denying that. After being witness to the photos you completely understand your coworker's screech. It was warranted. Chenle was unlike anyone you’d seen before, his body was delectable, and that cock... you had to click out of the email before you saw anymore. The raunchy images caused a deep blush to flush across your cheeks.

Chenle strode up to your desk, with a cup of coffee in hand utterly unbothered by the chaos that was consuming the office. He rested his elbows on the wall of your cubicle, staring at your computer screen with intent.

“What’s that?” He tipped his chin to gesture to your email inbox.

Having not heard Chenle come up behind you, he had startled you. It caused a chain reaction of you knocking over the cup of coffee onto your keyboard, desperately trying to wipe it up with your scarf, and in turn opening the explicit email. Chenle spat out his coffee as he stared at his own nude photos on your screen.

“It wasn’t me I swear” You cried, desperation filling your voice.

Just as he was about to open his mouth with a retort, one of your coworkers strode by. Her hand delicately brushing over Chenle’s arm as she spoke with a saccharine voice “Nice photos”

Slowly everyone else began crawling out of the woodwork to purr praises to Chenle. Showering him in compliments about how nice his body is and how they wished he came to the office like that more often. One or two people whispered that they’d be getting off to them later. You didn’t have a moment to breathe before a second email came through, instantly your face paled.

Plastered across everyone’s computers were intimate photos of yourself. The air in the office seemed to thicken and the walls closed in. Not being able to stomach any more of the tension, you grabbed your bag and jacket. On the way out coworkers who had just praised Chenle now sneered at you. They hurled vulgar insults at you as you hurried to the exit. Once in the safety of the elevator you took a moment to breathe, not noticing the man who had followed you out.

“What the fuck just happened” Chenle huffed a breath of relief from beside you.

“It appears my peace and quiet was short-lived" you sighed heavily.

Chenle knocked your shoulder playfully “Oh come on y/n, it happened to me too”

You pondered his response deeply, and supposed he was right. Both of you were justified in leaving work. The only difference was Chenle was praised while you had been scorned.

“It would be easier if I hadn’t gotten called a whore more times than I could count on the way out” you chuckled lightly.

The elevator doors opened and you both emerged in the lobby of the office building. The man grabbed your elbow lightly to lead you outside to the street. “We can go to mine and start investigating. I’d like to email HR by Monday morning” Chenle spoke quietly into your ear.

You struggled to keep up the pace he had set, and his long legs and your heels weren’t helping. You wretched your arm from his grip and he turned to face you. “Why would I go to yours to help you?”

He grinned slowly and slung an arm lazily over your shoulders. “Because it happened to both of us. And I happen to have a talented hacker as a roommate”

You huffed in annoyance but allowed him to lead anyway. He was right, after all. The last thing you wanted was for more photos to get sent. However, you really didn’t want Chenle to know where those photos had come from.

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Chenle’s apartment was cleaner than you expected for a single man in his twenties, which was surprising. He gestured for you to take a seat in the living area on his plush leather couch while he grabbed his laptop and made drinks. You sat awkwardly on the sofa, occasionally checking your phone to see another response to your photos. This was shaping up to be an exhausting Friday. Chenle returned a few minutes later with his MacBook and two highball glasses filled with deep amber liquid.

He handed you a glass and you swirled the liquid, the ice cube clinking against the glass. “Whiskey. I figured we’d need something strong after this day” Chenle smirked knowingly.

“Thanks” you raised the glass to your lips, taking a small sip. The whiskey burned down your throat in all the right ways.

You both got to work listing people who had vendettas against each of you. People who generally didn’t like your presence, or people who may have been out for your jobs. The list was small, but not entirely insignificant. There were a few people at the office who weren’t fans of the strained relationship you and Chenle had. But would they truly stoop this low? You hadn’t thought so.

“So, we have our list.” Chenle started “Now we need to figure out how and where they got the photos”

Your breath hitched and you stood up abruptly “Where’s the washroom?”

Chenle pointed down the hall behind him, you padded off quickly. There had to be something you could tell him other than the truth. There was no way you would ever let Chenle know about the side job you had going. You leaned on the counter in his bathroom, the gears turning in your head, coming up with any excuse. Vengeful ex? That might just work. Fake online profile trying to be you? Also believable. Not wanting to risk spending any more time in the bathroom you opened the door. Across the hall was a room filled with an intricate set up of cameras and monitors. You might’ve brushed it off as his roommates had you not seen the framed diplomas on the wall in Chenle’s name.

Peering down the hall towards the living room, you could see the back of his head. He was fully enthralled in whatever it was that he’d found on his laptop. You took the opportunity to tip toe across into his room. It was a toss-up of what was more interesting, the plush king-sized bed covered in soft grey blankets, or the desk that held thousands of dollars in recording equipment. Snooping was bad, and you knew it, but when else would you have this opportunity. All it took was slightly shaking the mouse and the monitor lit up, the screen was illuminated with a camsite you distinctly recognized. It was the same one you used for your side job. But the profile wasn’t yours, it was Chenle’s. Clips of videos played on repeat, the photos in the email having come from his own profile.

“You know the bathroom is on the other side of the hall?” you whipped around to see Chenle leaning against the doorframe. His dress shirt sleeves had been pulled up to his elbows and his tie thrown off somewhere, leaving his top buttons undone.

“I didn’t mean to I was just-” You stumbled over your words, trying to just explain. “I do the same thing” you blurted out.

Chenle’s eyebrows raised for a moment at your confession, before settling back down. His eyes raked over your body. “Yeah. You look like you’d do well on there” his tongue swiped over his lips.

The way he was looking at you turned on something primal within you. You both stood in silence at the discoveries of some strange alter-egos, taking the opportunity to really look at each other in ways you hadn’t before. Chenle had always been hot, and when he was on your team it made him even hotter. It seemed he had the same idea, because you hardly had a moment to react before you were getting pushed down on the mattress. Chenle’s mouth met yours in a flurry of need. Both of you using each other to rid yourselves of the day's frustrations. His lips were soft yet filled with lust as he ran his hands over the swell of your breasts. Your hands wandered down his back and around his front where his growing bulge was pressed against your inner thigh.

He pulled back breathless and stared at you with wonder-filled eyes as you palmed him over his trousers. Chenle leaned into your touch, groaning as you squeezed lightly.

“No no” He stopped and stepped back. “I want to please you first”

Chenle helped you out of the confines of your clothing, leaving you standing naked before him. He hoisted you up onto the bed, hooking your legs over his shoulders as he trailed his lips down your inner thigh.

“So much better than the photos” He murmured into your core.

You whined in anticipation, sensing Chenle’s sadistic smirk as his lips dusted lightly over your folds. “For the love of god, Chenle” You fisted his hair.

The man breathed a soft laugh before diving into you fully. Chenle feasted on you, knowing exactly what to do and how to touch you. His tongue like velvet on your soaked pussy, and you would be seeing stars before you knew it. He took pride in being able to make you feel good, and having you a whimpering mess beneath him. With his tongue lapping over your clit, he slid two fingers into you. This action earned him a string of curses; his laugh sent vibrations through your core. You came undone around his fingers, eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

When you looked up to where Chenle stood between your legs, he sucked his fingers into his mouth. Savoring how you tasted. You grasped his shirt in your hands to pull him onto you in a heated kiss. As your tongues met, you could taste yourself. Drunk on the feeling of Chenle, you hadn’t noticed him slip out of his clothes. Pausing your advances to pull off his shirt, now it was your turn to admire his body. Truly those photos hadn’t done him any justice. Your mouth watered at the sight of his erect cock, wanting to feel him inside you. Chenle reached over to his desk drawer, pulling out a condom to roll it on.

Feeling the pressure of Chenle’s body on yours as he pushed into you was heaven. His cock filling you in a delicious way, with one hand resting lightly on your neck and the other rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Hardly able to form coherent sentences as Chenle thrusted into you.

He laughed as he looked down at you “Aw, is baby drunk on my cock already?” you could barely manage a nod, moaning for him instead.

Chenle loved seeing you fucked out for him, he thought it was the most beautiful sight to behold. His teeth grazed across your breast, causing you to hiss in approval. His thrusts were punishing and unrelenting, and the way his fingers dug into the flesh of your hips was sure to leave bruises come tomorrow. But it would all be worth it for the best sex you’ve had. Chenle whispered dirty things in your ear about how many times he’s thought of bending you over your desk at work and fucking you senseless. Your nails dragged down his back as he ravaged you, just to mark him the way he had with you. He sucked deep purple welts across your chest, a reminder for days to come for who made you feel this good.

His thrusts slowed, and you both panted heavily. Chenle’s head dropped to your shoulder as you came, your walls clenching around him. He finished just as you did, a low grunt in your ear as you clawed his shoulders, pulling him deeper. You both laid there for a moment, catching your breath. Chenle pulled away to tidy up, he disappeared into the bathroom to clean himself up before returning with a warm cloth to wipe you down. A ghost of a smile played across your lips as he settled onto the bed next to you. Both of you laying together in silence, your fingers tracing over Chenle’s toned chest.

“So” you breathed “what now?”

He looked intently at you “now, we figure out who at work is obsessed with us.”

The search continued well into the night. Taking a few more breaks for pleasure in between.

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