#like he'd probably be more upfront with them than he is with the weird way he cares about kaveh

[riaki]

haikaveh and writing on the wall really has me wondering what haitham would be like with a partner who's an artist and how he'd act

[prettyboypistol]

I'm not sure if requests are open so if not feel free to delete this ask! Can you do the mercs realizing they're into men because of the reader?

Of course! By the way, this is my 100th post! lucky lucky Anon! This goes out to all of the rest of my followers! Thank you for all the support and followers! I'll always look at your messages and write for TF2! I couldn't be here without all of you! Thank you for letting me be the weird gay man who likes writing about old gay men kissing! -PrinceThomas :>

Tf2 Mercs x M!Reader || Gay Awakening! +18

Scout

Super in denial at first, compares you to actors he likes or thinks are hot and kinda shelves it. Is MAD jealous that you just somehow look great no matter what (to him hehe)

Realizes he has a crush on you when his usual spank bank material of girls isn't really doing it for him anymore. It's 4am, he's tired and horny and a little drunk... his mind just wandered, okay?!

Daydreamer 100%, but his feelings for you and his feelings for Miss Pauling kinda fuck him up ngl?? Is he a homo or not?? I mean, he likes boobs and lipstick and girls, but the rough and tumbled grease in your stubble just gets him rarin in a way girls didn't.

Bisexual struggles fr. Assuming that you're a Stonewall riot supporter, he'd probably try to roundabout ask if he can experiment with you.

What really set you apart from the other mercs is that you just look good compared to them! Yeah, there are some conventionally attractive guys, but you're h o t.

Soldier

Soldier, like Scout, assumed his attraction to you was something more akin to respect or friendliness. I mean, no other soldier he's ever met sacrificed himself to save him! That takes guts! Yeah, you respawned after, but the honor was still there for him.

Develops or at least tries to develop a friendship like what he with Demoman. He might come off like a very determined puppy, but you know he means well.

Uses you as someone to compare others too. (Ex. "SCOUT! THAT WAS HORRENDOUS TECHNIQUE! TAKE A LOOK AT THAT FINE MAN OVER THERE! DETERMINED! STRONG! TAKE NOTES, PRINCESS!")

When he does realize it's love, he is upfront and honest about his feelings with you. After all, if Jane did like men, he could find more powerful army and recreate that unbeatable ancient army of homosexuals!

Asks around about romance, probably interrogates Medic about how to court another man because let's be honest Medic looks gay as he'll and I will die on the hill that every merc just assumes that man is queer.

Pyro

In Pyroland, you're a prince on a unicorn. You're straight out of a fairy tale. They're overjoyed to have a prince in Pyroland rather than just babies! Yeah, it's fun to be childish, but a whimsical joy that are more complex are fun too!

Absolutely follows you around and talks about you to Engie non-stop. Engie jokes that Pyro might have a crush on you and they seriously consider it. They realize you're attractive when you do a party trick of spitting out Bug spray and lighting it on fire, making it look like you breathe fire.

As you cough and retch at the lingering taste of bug repellant in your mouth, Pyro applauds your trick and keeps trying to talk to you. They eventually are able to communicate to you, asking if you have any more fire tricks. You show them that you can twirl a pencil between all your fingers when the eraser tip is lit up like a candle.

You can kind of tell that they like you romantically, but you're not sure how to tell them that you know. A few chats with Engie tells you all you need to know: Pyro has never pursued a romantic interest, Pyro likes you, and that you can probably get their attention with an honest conversation.

Demoman

The most casual about their realization that they like you- and men in general. Just a peek at you in the showers after a particularly clutch victory caused a few rather dirty thoughts. It wasn't that big of a deal to him and kept his attitude of a drunken "Well, a hole's a hole, I bet he's tight."

Probably offers a little bit of fun after a long night of party, definitely a lot more drunk than usual as he leans a tad too close for friendship. That deep, gravelly, and warm voice growled in your ear with an open offer to join him in his room that night.

If you joined, he wouldn't remember the night and regret that he forgot the night in the morning when you and him snuggle awake. If you decline it's no harm no foul.

One of those types of guys who actually can balance his feelings for you along with his friendship- he keeps the ball in your court and stayed professionally friendly, maybe a tad brotherly competitive.

Heavy

This man is an iron wall to hide his feelings. He had the idea that he just wasn't the type to want a relationship- which was fine, more time to work to keep his family safe- but then you jumped out into danger to protect him. He was on the brink of death and you selflessly risked your life for him! Yeah, you both respawned, but it was the gesture that mattered!

His eyes trailed you a lot more often, like a security camera. He pretended to be read his book, but he knew exactly where you were. Medic is the first to notice this change.

Medic asks about Heavy's feelings for you, since Heavy had never ordered Medic to go heal anyone else before! Hell, the both of you tended to stay behind Heavy during battles after that, so you two had a sense of closeness.

When you all went out on a trip to the beach, Heavy loved watching you in the water, and even allowed himself to be dragged in by you to play water polo with Soldier and Demoman. He's a long game of chess, hopefully you can win him over!

Is a bit more protective of you out of battle, but that's something only the people he threatens is aware of.

Engie

Oh fucking god holy shit what the hell man's fucking gay PANICS. DELL IS HEARTSTOPPINGLY FROZEN IN FEAR WHEN HE REALIZES THAT HE LIKES MEN.

All you did was scale a chainlink fence with ease, albeit with a small growling as the metal dug into your fingers. Dell swallowed the feeling thickly. He didn't mean to stare at your ass, really! It just sorta... happened.

And then it happened again as he kneeled to construct a sentry. Then when he was sat down at the kitchen table as you walked by. The only time he didn't catch a glance was when you turned to him with a smug look and a "if you wanna look at my ass, you could just ask."

He knows a lot of gay cowboy culture, but was far too scared to go ahead with a few of the gestures. Although, you weren't as shy, giving him a grey handkerchief when he spillied oil on himself.(translation: grey handkerchief=bondage kink)

Finally- FINALLY! He offers you his hat on a very hot day with his head looking straight at the ground.(translation: if a cowboy puts his hat on your head, y'all fucking)

Sniper

In the top 3 of "chillest reactions to realizing he likes men", but barely on the podium yk?

Mick was doing some target practice and had lost track of time, his pot of coffee and snack pile had been long empty. Right as he was about to get up to stretch his legs, he saw you on the last rung to the ladder of his nest. "Oh hey Snipes! You missed lunch and dinner, 'decided to check in on our favorite sharpshooter." When you stay for a few moments and hand him the bottles of water and leftovers from dinner, he realized that nobody made him feel that loved.

You just being kind sends him into a "did he do that to hit on me? Does he do this to everyone?" Yeah he panics about everything you do, but not because you're a man- it's because a crush is a crush to him!

Sniper does genuinely try to show interest, but in a subtle way like inviting you out to take a smoke break, target practice, maybe offer to let you join him to survivalist camp for a few days.

Spy

Silver medalist of the chill reaction podium, mainly because he laments to himself about all the potential money he had lost by not seducing more men in his more freelance espionage days. He could have hooked up with Saxton Hale to swindle that oaf out of millions- if he had thought of that.

Does a full background and thorough investigation into your personal life, how you reacted to the huge news event of Stonewall, if you had ever hooked up with a man, anything to see if he had a chance to sneak into your dating pool.

He treats you a lot like how he treats the women he seduces, but has to overcome how you brush him off casually like a man. Women were a language Spy speant years studying, so much so that he seldom kept up with the more masculine way of communicating.

At his wit's end, he just asks you bluntly. "Listen, I find you hot. I've been trying to get into your pants for almost 2 months now, do you want to have sex?"

Medic

This man already knew he was gay before you pulled up, sorry. BUT BUT BUT you are the first crush he's had! Yeah, he knew he liked the idealized version of a man he made up in his head, but you are better than the fictional men in books!

Despite the stereotype for Medic, he didn't fall for you when he saw you on his operating table. You and Engie were theorycrafting about hypothetical cybernetic enhancements. Engie had said something biologically inaccurate about the immune system, and before Medic could interrupt your private conversation, you corrected Engie! Not in a demeaning way, but in a way that clearly showed that you had a love for biological science. Medic's heart skipped a beat.

Constantly offering you new enhancements for your body and coddles you about painful proedures (he actually gives you anathesia! How sweet!) and sends his experimental ideas to you for a betaread over. For Medic, that's essentially a confession in and of itself!

Has written your name in little hearts on his note margins and uses you as his anatomy sketch references when he needs to visualize the human skeleton.

[yakuzacanons]

Hallo! First of all, thank you about headcanons, even though I found this blog just a few days ago, I already read mostly everything and they are wonderful!

And secondly: what do you think about the characters' love language? I get some ideas, but it's very interesting what you can write about it.

Thank you in advance, and have a nice day!

This is so sweet and YES love languages are very good. I'm just gonna be operating off the big 5 basic love languages: words of affirmation, gift giving, acts of service, quality time, and physical touch. I know there are probably other specific offshoots of these but I'm keeping it simple. Thanks for your patience and have a good one!

ALSO I am done with Yakuza 6 and am on Yakuza 7 so 6 related asks are officially ok. Ichiban coming soon, promise.

Kazuma Kiryu: Words of Affirmation

Kiryu isn't always the best conversationalist but he's a really good emotional support person. Great at hearing people out and even better at comforting or motivating them. In his most romantic of moments, he can be quite expressive, even if a little blunt.

Majima Goro: Quality Time

You'd think by the amount of weird and cutesy nicknames he gives everyone, especially his significant other and Kiryu, that he'd be a word of affirmation kind of guy but Majima actually just wants to spend the most amount of time possible with his boo. Spends the night as often as possible. Plus, spending quality time means he's got time to do all the other love languages and more.

Akiyama Shun: Gift Giving

Bless his silly stupid head but Akiyama is sorta no thoughts head empty. Less of a smooth talker and more just really lucky at saying the right thing. Great at planning gifts though, especially experiences like vacations, concerts, or festivals.

Saejima Taiga: Acts of Service

Out of all the boys, Saejima is the most traditionally manly man. Holding the door open, walking on the part of the sidewalk closest to the street, paying for the bill when on a nice date, etc. It's a total contrast to the brutish vibe people tend to get off of him but in reality Saejima is just REALLY nice and he figures there's no better way to say it than just showing it.

Tanimura Masayoshi: Gift Giving

In an ideal world, Tanimura would actually be a quality time type of guy but work gets in the way too much for that to be realistic. He compensates by getting you lots of gifts. Nothing too lavish but lots of small things, like your favorite snack while he was at the store because he thought of you or surprising you with a new CD by your favorite singer. For fancier gifts, they usually have lots of cultural significance than monetary value.

Ryuji Goda: Physical Touch

Even though Ryuji can afford to spoil you rotten with gifts, which he will do anyways, his love language is actually physical touch. The gifts are a nice gesture but its the physical intimacy that carries way more meaning to him personally. He won't go full PDA on you but he'll still hold your hand in public or have his arm around your shoulder. He always finds some way to gain physical closeness to you, even if it's not the most upfront or obnoxiously romantic way.

Nishikiyama Akira: Quality Time

He pretends his love language is gift giving because he wants to impress you but in reality he just wants some one-on-one time, just you and no one else. That becomes rather apparent once he realizes he doesn't have to try hard to seem cool in front of you. Secretly just a cozy little guy.

Mine Yoshitaka: Gift Giving

Total gift giver and not ashamed of it. Has a gift for everything. He's also pretty gentlemanly to acts of service sometimes end up going hand in hand with his gifts. In the bedroom though he's a words of affirmation type of guy. Probably the only one of the guys who distinctly changes his love language when having sex versus just spending time with his romantic partner.

Dojima Daigo: Words of Affirmation

Don't be mistaken, Daigo values quality time a lot but is often not available consistently to actually be with you due to how hectic his work is. Behind his somewhat quiet and hesitant demeanor is actually a man who just wants to sing you the praises you deserve and he will do his best to say so whenever he can.

Shinada Tatsuo: Physical Touch

Cuddle buddy supreme. Would smother you with hugs and kisses if he could. Loves laying his head on your shoulder or just snuggling up to you. In colder weather, he'll totally find excuses to be even closer to you, like holding your hand and putting both of your hands in his coat pocket before saying something dumb like "Now we can hold hands AND be warm!"

[venjamin-kingdomhearts]

You still looking for heart hotel headcanons? What are your thoughts on the 4 of them just being able to have extensive silent conversations with each other bc of how much time they’ve spent together. This is mostly reluctant on Vanitas’ part but still true.

I feel like Ventus, Vanitas, Roxas, and Xion would be able to understand what Sora means even when he doesn’t say it, but he probably has trouble getting what they mean back bc he’s not used it.

OOOOOH YEAAAAH I think they'd all be very perceptive when it comes to each other. IMO they might not be able to have actual silent conversations, but it Totally Seems Like That. XIon, Roxas, and Ven are really good at understanding what Sora's body language means, know how to tell if he's eager, stressed, etc. To add to this, they are all connected via their Hearts... they can't, like, "read each other's minds/emotions", but if one member of the group is sad, the rest might feel a small urge to hang out together, as a gang. It's easy for Xion to understand Sora, though she's just perceptive in general. I think she's hang out with Sora, Ventus, and Roxas separately a lot, soon being pretty good at reading them even w/o any weird Heart Stuff Roxas and Xion are two peas in a pod. They can tell what the other is thinking just based on a glance. Roxas has a pretty good idea on reading Sora's emotions, is rather blunt when confronting Sora about them, but is always a comfort. Ventus isn't the best at reading Xion and Roxas... (yet). He loves them both like family, obviously, and he knows a few things about them that no one else does. Ventus wears his heart on his sleeve, so practically anyone can guess what's on his mind. Meanwhile, Xion's spent so much time around both Ven and Rox that she's noticed every little difference. In a way, she's able to deduce how Ven's feeling, just based on how differently he reacts to things than Roxas. Roxas has caught onto that too. if he reacts to something one way, Ventus is probably focused on the same thing but feeling opposite way

When it comes to reading Sora, however... Xion and Roxas came from him and have a special connection to his Heart. Despite that, Ventus is the best at reading Sora. He doesn't even realize it! But he can tell by the slightest change in Sora's face what his younger friend is thinking. The same way Terra and Aqua can easily tell how Ven's feeling, based on the way he talks. Ventus has spent to most time with Sora, had practically been a ghost observing Sora's life through shattered dreams and messy memories. Even without their own connection vis their Hearts, Ventus knows Sora the way an older brother knows his little sibling. Ven's only problem... well, it's actually finding the right time/courage to chat with Sora about this sorta thing. For example, Ven's always the first to notice when Sora's sad. He just doesn't know when to point it out. Xion and Roxas will figure out pretty quick, and bring it up almost right away. Meanwhile, Ventus is the sort of person who'd wait until Sora was alone, make some hot cocoa, and sit next to him without warning. Ventus would offer Sora a mug, and just ask: "What's on your mind?" Maybe in the past, Ventus would've been more upfront about this, being as excitable and talkative as he is around Terra and Aqua. but sleeping within Sora's Heart changed him. he wants to treat Sora with the same gentle compassion Terra and Aqua gave him TLDR: Xion is great at understanding what the others feel without them saying a word, Roxas is good at catching onto what they're thinking, Ventus' body language is easy to read/he's not good at hiding his emotions, but out of everyone Ventus is the best at knowing when Sora's got something on his mind, but isn't as great at reading Xion and Roxas. And Sora. Well, he's Sora. He'd be able to understand any of his friends, whether they are connected to his Heart or not

[mixelation]

tipsy opinion asks: Do you think any member of the akatsuki actually knows how to flirt?

okay. you know what. akatsuki ranked by ability to flirt (best to worst):

1. Konan - Konan is a pretty lady which means sometimes frequently she says perfectly ordinary things and men think she's flirting with them. I can't see Konan actually trying to flirt very often, but she'd be the best at it for this reason alone.

2. Deidara - The fact that Deidara snagged the number two spot is more of an indication of how terrible everyone below him is than Deidara's actual flirt game. What Deidara has going for him: cute, social, good at conversation as long as he can stay chill. What Deidara has going against him: has never been able to stay chill for more than about seven minutes in a row. He is REALLY good at snagging hook-ups based on the extra mouths thing alone.... but also sometimes he starts screaming about art and the other person just. Has to leave, immediately.

3. Kisame - has successfully picked up people in the past. has some lines he likes to use. their success rate has less to do with what he's saying and more to do if the person he's hitting on likes the idea of hooking up with a giant blue missing-nin smh. is okay at flirty banter but not, like, great? More normal than Deidara but does sometimes make jokes about cutting off children's legs.

4. Hidan - I feel like Hidan is actually... sort of.... okay to hang out with unless he starts talking about religion? Like he enjoys complaining but he's social and conventionally attractive, and I get the impression Hidan would nod along and agree with whatever you want to complain about. So I think Hidan probably does alright right up until the whole Jashin thing comes up, and it will come up. Where as Deidara's art rants are more "(nervous laugh) this guy is sort of nuts" and Kisame's dad jokes about bodily harm are like "Sometimes men just think weird stuff is funny...." Hidan gives off STRONG serial axe murderer vibes.

(As a benchmark: I had a roommate who used to use "Are you a drug dealer?" as a pick up line on tinder. It would work sometimes and I absolutely cannot figure out how, but I think this is about the quality of flirtations you'd get from Hidan.)

5. Kakuzu - Kakuzu doesn't really flirt so much as walk up to you and make an offer. "You're hot. Wanna fuck?" It's not very GOOD flirting but at least he's upfront and honest.

6. Itachi - has read all the literature on seduction. he knows what he's doing, okay, Kisame? (He does not.) Horrible at flirting but sometimes accidentally pick people up anyway because he's acceptably good-looking, smh

7. Pein - Pein wouldn't have the slightest idea how to flirt. He'd probably go for very awkward but sincere compliments like, "I enjoy the way your hair shines in the fire of your burning village." Thank you, Pein.

8. Zetsu - Does not understand what flirting is.

9. Sasori - don't talk to Sasori. You will regret it. Does not flirt and never will. The closest you will get is an incredibly creepy analysis of what type of art he'd turn you into. You thought Hidan had serial killer vibes? You thought Deidara got a little intense? You thought Pein was awkward? Just you fucking wait. Sasori is here.

[starlit-serenade]

E'LAST Reacting to Someone Hitting on Their S/O (Maknae Line)

Summary: How would E’LAST's Maknae Line react to someone hitting on you when you are out in public together? 《 Hyung Line 》

Word Count: 1,581 words

Pairing: Reader x Members / Characters: GenderNeutral!Reader; Choi Youngmin (Romin); Won Hyuk; Lee Wonjun (Wonjun); Oh Yejun (Yejun);

Rated: E / Warnings: Jealousy / Genre: GenderNeutral!Reader; Fluff;

《 E'LAST Masterlist 》

Choi Youngmin (Romin)

Romin would likely act all cool and collected and calm, and would be very polite and calm while trying to avoid straightforward confrontation.  However you, knowing him so well, would probably be able to tell right away that he's feeling tense from the situation.

You're pouring over a book as you lean over the library, flipping through pages and pages about a specific historical event you were curious about. Your boyfriend, Youngmin, stands just down the aisle, looking for a book that might pique his interest. Someone accidentally bumps into you from behind, and you stumble over a bit, dropping your book with a yell.

"Oh, sorry, beautiful," they say, helping steady you. They take the book from the ground, take your hand in theirs, and place the book in your hand.

"Oh, uh, no worries," you say. They look at your book, their hand still on yours.

"Oh, you're interested in this stuff?" the ask. "I know a bit about this myself. Perhaps we could talk about it over a coffee or breakfast together sometime."

You blink, and withdraw your hand and the book from their grasp, muttering politely, "Sorry, I'm actually very busy nowadays," just as you hear footsteps behind you. You blink and look over as Youngmin comes to stand right next to you.

"Oh no worries! I'm sure we can find time to meet for coffee," the person says, glancing curiously at Youngmin, who is a bit taller than them.

"Hi," Youngmin says politely. You can see him clenching his jaw, though he's smiling politely, as he puts his arm around you. "What are you two talking about?"

"Oh, just my book."

"Cool. Hi I'm Youngmin, Y/N's boyfriend," Youngmin says, holding his hand out to shake. The person blinks, realizing that you have a boyfriend, and they're visibly shaken as they shake Youngmin's hand.

"Oh, boyfriend, hello," they say, trying to find words. "I didn't mean to impose or anything."

"Oh, no worries," Youngmin says, his arm pulling you closer posessively. "You were saying something about talking about the book over coffee? Perhaps Y/N and I could find time."

They smile a forced smile. "Perhaps not. I don't  know . . . I actually have somewhere to be right now. Have a good day."

They bow their head and leave. Romin chuckles next to you, nuzzling your forehead with his nose.

"I love you, baby."

You hum contently. "Love you too, Minnie."

Won Hyuk

Won Hyuk would be playfully passive aggressive if he witnessed someone hitting on you. He'd use friendly words and act overly friendly, but he'd be obviously pissed and everyone would be able to sense it in the rest of his body language.

"Oh really? That's so cool!"

Won Hyuk looks up from the book in his hand at the sound of your voice, accompanied by your laughter. He sees you talking and laughing with someone else. Another customer at the bookstore, and you're just chatting together. Won Hyuk can't help but feel a weird bit of jealousy shoot through his chest, watching you laugh and giggle with some stranger.

"Maybe we can talk about that over coffee sometime."

"Yeah, maybe," you say to them.

He walks over and you smile at him. "Hi Won Hyuk! We were just talking about this book that we've both read," you day.

"Oh? Really?" Won Hyuk forces a smile, taking your hand in his and squeezing possessively. "What book?"

You look at Won Hyuk, squinting a bit. You can tell something's wrong, from the way he grabs your hand, the way his jaw is clenched to force a fake smile.

"Oh, uh, just some book," you say. "Hey, Won Hyuk, I think I saw something over there. Bye," you say, nodding to the other person.

"Oh?" Won Hyuk lets you drag him away from the other person.

"Hey, Hyuk, are you doing okay?" you ask, once you're sure you're out of earshot.

"Yeah. Yeah, why?"

You tilt your head at him, taking his hand in yours. "You were acting funny just now. What's wrong? Tell me."

He sighs. "I didn't like the way they were flirting with you."

"Huh? Flirting?"

He rolls his eyes. "They asked you for coffee!"

"You're right, Hyuk. I'm sorry. I love you, okay?" You squeeze his hand, and he visibly relaxes.

"I love you too."

Lee Wonjun (Wonjun)

Wonjun, upon witnessing someone hitting on you, would be very straightforward and upfront about how you actually have a boyfriend and that boyfriend is not okay with someone hitting on you. He'd try to be intimidating. Please hold his hand after.

Wonjun notices your absence after a few minutes. You had joined him in grocery shopping, but vanished halfway through. Perhaps you went to go get some strawberries for later. You had mentioned wanting to get some earlier, as you had had something in mind for dinner.

He sends you a quick text, and you respond within the next ten seconds.

Wonjun: y/n where are u?

Y/N: im in the fruit aisle. theres this person trying to hit on me over here 🙄 wont take a hint when i say i have a boyfriend

Wonjun looks up and around. Someone is flirting with you? His S/O? That's unacceptable. He scrunches up his nose, grabs the basket of groceries he has, and heads down to the fruit aisle.

When he reaches there, he sees you talking to someone. You look visibly uncomfortable, the way you're standing and looking around and away. He walks over, overhearing bits of the conversation as he approaches.

"I insist," the person says to you. "Just a quick coffee to get to know each other. I'm sure your boyfriend wouldn't mind an innocent cup of coffee?"

Wonjun walks over and grabs your hand quickly. You almost yelp at the feeling, but relax when you realize it's just Wonjun.

"Oh, Wonjun," you say, smiling widely. You're obviously happy that he's here.

"Hi," Wonjun says to you, before turning to the person flirting with you. "Hi, I'm Y/N's boyfriend. I'd appreciate it if you'd stop flirting with them, if that's alright."

The person blinks and starts stuttering. "Oh no. I wasn't flirting. I was just offering that we could have coffee?"

"Oh? What did Y/N say?" Wonjun asks, looking at you.

"They said no, and that they have a boyfriend, but--"

"Well if they said no, then no," Wonjun asks, glaring at the person. You can see Wonjun's eyes are burning with annoyance, and gently squeeze his hand to keep him calm.

"Sorry. You're right, sorry. I'll go." The person bows in apology and leaves as quickly as they can. You can dee Wonjun is still fuming, his shoulders all tense and bunched up, so you squeeze his hand.

"Wonjun," you whisper. He looks up at you. "Thank you, Wonjun. Let's get back to shopping, okay?"

He smiles. "Okay."

Oh Yejun (Yejun)

Yejun would be a bit more flustered. He would likely walk over to politely let the person know that you're taken, but he wouldn't have so much of a plan going in, so he'd obviously seem nervous or anxious. At least to you.

"Yejun, how does this look . . . ?"

Your voice trails off when you realize Yejum, your boyfriend, isn't around to see the shirt you just took off of the hanger. You and him had gone clothes shopping together, but it seems that he has vanished. Probably to look for his own clothes, anyways.

"Oh." You deflate a bit, lowering the shirt you were holding against your chest before turning back to the clothing rack.

"I think it looked lovely on you," you hear an unfamiliar voice. You turn around, shirt still in hand, and see someone behind you, with a smile so wide it makes you uncomfortable. 

"Oh, uh, thank you," you say, nodding politely. You glance around, once again looking for your boyfriend. 

"Dressing up for a special occasion? It's a nice shirt."

"Oh, yeah. Concert," you say, not wanting to explain to this stranger that your boyfriend is an idol and you're attending an award show with him.

"Cool. When is it?"

You frown, slightly bothered by the questions. "In a couple weeks."

"Oh, are you busy after shopping?" the person asks, and you realize by their uncomfortable stare that they're trying to hit on you.

"Oh, sorry, no. I mean yes, I'm busy. But I have a boyfriend," you say.

You notice their smiley expression slip into a frown, a look of disappointment, and you press your lips together. Just then, you hear someone calling your name. You turn and see Yejun, your boyfriend, walking over with a pair of pants in hand. His eyes fall on you and the person who was just attempting to hit on you.

"Yejunie," you say, waving him over. You grab his hand the moment he gets close enough, before turning back to the person. "This is my boyfriend."

The person looks between you, Yejun, and your hands together. Yejun seems to understand what's going on at the same time.

"Oh, Yejunie, I was just showing them this shirt. What do you think? For the show?" you ask, holding the shirt up to your chest again.

As Yejun starts complimenting you on the shirt, you notice the person not awkwardly and leave, undoubtedly aware that with the presence of your boyfriend, they've become invisible. You smile to yourself. That went pretty well.

[hot-wiings]

The One Where You're Stuck At A Work Christmas Party, But At Least You Have Your Cute, Charming Coworker At Your Side.

Edited: 12-8-2020

"Would you like to pay for that upfront, or at the end of the night?"

“Isn't this an open bar party?”

You stared at the bartender with confounded and bewildered eyes and she nervously shifted as she stood, her eyes looking at the counter, occasionally glancing at other people at the bar avoiding your eyes. You took one strong whiff in her general direction and you could get a good reading on her aura, her feelings.

Molten Cheese; Anxiety. Rotten Eggs; Nervousness. Formaldehyde; Fear. 

It was your quirk that gave you such access to her vibes. You could smell emotions and feelings, provided you were within smelling distance then you could release your on pungent scents and alter someone's emotions, however, the stronger the emotions of a person then sometimes it would alter your mood. When you were younger you couldn't understand it, you didn't understand these feelings you felt or why you could smell people so strongly, as you got older you realized what each scent meant, the more pungent the stronger the feeling, the more floral meant someone was in a positive mood, and the more putrid meant they were the latter. 

“I’m sorry ma’am, this is not an open bar.  I can make a tab for you...”

You had to roll your eyes. Your company was probably the only company not to spring for an open bar for a Christmas party. You knew it was to discourage drinking, but they had to understand, as a hero, you dealt with a lot of things on your average day. The people you don't save, the countless lives that were waste and killed, children and the elderly, the horrors you saw on the battlefield. Sometimes you needed to let loose from all it, and whom more responsible to drink than a party full of heroes? Your bosses would digress.

Of course, none of this was the bartender's fault, and you felt slightly bad for getting upset after you smelled her aroma. She was young, obviously new to her job, and nervous to be dealing with alcoholics and tipsy people for the first time. Even if everyone here was probably a hero, it could still be very daunting. You never knew how someone would react under the influence, especially someone you didn't personally know.

“This is your first day on the job isn't it?”

“Is it that obvious? It's not just my first day, it's my first job.”

The girl nervously chuckled while she scratched the back of her neck, still nervously avoiding your eyes. You tapped your foot against the floor, her strong nerves beginning to affect your mood, and take over your nervous system. This was a great quirk to use on the field, especially in hostage situations, it helped you understand villains and easily sway their decision to harm people, but your mood was so easily affected by other negative emotions. It was so draining to try and change someone's mood to stop you from being affected, you changed one person, and soon three negative auras replacing it.

“That explains a lot, you're perfume is so pungent."

"Oh! You're the smelly hero, oh gosh- I- uh..."

Her eyes lit up as she realized who you were and she smiled, but the smile quickly faded as she realized what she had called you. It wasn't the first time someone realized who you were and it wouldn't be the last but never had someone so horribly botched your hero name. Maybe it was the nerves, the anxiety, the embarrassment, and every strong negative emotion she was feeling being absorbed up into your mood, but you felt completely mortified. You felt embarrassed with her and suddenly, you were crossed with the anxious thought about whether that's what your coworker called you behind your back. You wanted to cry. It was so irrational, but that's what her vibes were making you feel.

Christmas Cookies; Joy. Pine Trees; Relaxation. Candy Canes; Energetic.

The new smells engulfed you. They surrounded you as if you were inside a bakery. They entered your lungs, with each breath out and each new intake of oxygen it was there, you couldn't escape it and you didn't want to. It was distinctly joyful, distinctly happy and laidback, distinctly him. No matter how his smells changed on a day to day basis, you would recognize his scent anywhere. It was so pungent, so strong, and you could smell a lingering scent of the ocean. The smells wrapped you up and shifted your mood, they took away every negative emotion coursing through your body and replaced it with those of positivity.

You looked over your shoulder with a smile on your face as you spotted him. The Stun Gun Hero: Charge Bolt. He had a grin on his face as he sauntered over to you at the bar and occupied the barstool next to you.

"Sunset rum for the lady, on me."

The woman scurried away to make the drink with an embarrassed blush on her cheeks. You turned to Denki and smiled. You didn't know if it was purely lack of brain cells, or what, but the man was always grinning. He was always smiling, he was always happy. Even on bad days, even when battling villains he seemed to reek of dopamine, serotonin, happy endorphins. You didn't know how he did it, but you were grateful for it. On days when you were stuck in the office doing paperwork or studying up on the villains you were tracking down, your coworkers seemed to bring you down. So many negative feelings from different people took hold of you, sometimes you couldn't handle all of them at once and you needed to escape it all.

That's when you discovered Denki Kaminari, a faint scent of happiness among the abyss of dark emotions. Sometimes you found yourself craving his scent, sometimes you found yourself just standing outside of his office door, just breathing him in. You were sure he'd find it weird that you stood outside his office door trying to get a whiff of his smell, but it was so much more than that. He helped you feel good, he helped the bad feelings go away and he didn't even know.

"You don't have to pay for my drink."

"But I want to, besides, I can tell you've had a pretty rough day."

“I'd rather be at home, management said I had to come, apparently I'm not social enough, and I need to strengthen my relationships with the other heroes.”

“What a pain. I came for the drinks, didn't realize they weren't free.”

The bartender set down your drink in front of you and you took a swig from it, letting the alcohol wash over your senses as you turned to Denki again. It was a strong drink and you could already feel it taking its toll, but Denki had paid for it, and wouldn't it be rude not to drink it?

“Fuck work parties, am I right?”

“Well, they're not all bad. The foods free, and I'm sitting here with a really beautiful woman.”

A blush makes way across your face, dusting your cheeks a pink color as you turn your gaze back to your drink. You thought about how to reply to his blatant flirting as you swirled the liquid around in your cup. He always threw comments like this towards you. After a training session, after you'd taken down a villain together, when you were stuck in the elevator, and even by the coffee machine. If it was anybody else but Denki, you would've filed a sexual harassment charge, but Denki was so kind and so nice about it. His smell wasn't hostile or putrid, it was always sweet. He never threw these compliments your way when you were alone, he always did it in the presence of others. He did that to avoid making you uncomfortable by giving you flirtatious attention alone, but you always took it as ungenuine feelings, but he did it so often, and so kindly, perhaps he did mean his words. Maybe it was his feelings affecting yours, or maybe it was the alcohol, but you flirted back in your own coy way.

“True’ and I have the pleasure of having the company of such a charming, handsome man.”

Denki lightly chucked at your words, flattered and surprised you flirted back. Through all his time knowing you, you just blushed and thanked him for the compliment. Truthfully, he was ready to give up on his attempts, but you had never told him you didn't like his subtle advances. His chuckle only increased the blush on your cheeks. You brought your cup up to your lips and emptied the remainder of the contents down your throat, letting the liquid courage wash over you completely, enhancing your sense of smell and making you slightly tipsy. You always had been a lightweight, and how were you to know sunset rum was eighty percent alcohol, that's sixteen times the amount of the average beer.

“So I- Are you okay?”

Your eyes were closed, making you look asleep. Leaning closer to Denki, trying to get a better whiff of him, you were practically falling out of your barstool. Denki stood up from his stool and gently pushed you back into yours so you wouldn't fall, but instead, you gripped onto his jacket and pulled him closer to you.

“I’m fine! You just- God! You smell like Christmas!”

Denki would have blushed or laughed at your words, but your tone had gotten louder and your words were slightly slurred. You were obviously drunk, or at least seriously tipsy. If he had known you were such a lightweight he would've ordered you a lighter drink. 

“Ma’am, can I have water?”

“Sure.”

“I don't need water, I'm not drunk.”

“Right, you want to jump my bones sober then?”

Your hands were still gripping Denki's jacket and your nose was in his neck, practically hugging him. In your defense, he was the one who made the first move by pushing you back in your chair. 

“I’m not trying to jump your bones! You just smell so good, you always smell good.”

You whined your words out and a deep blush came across Denki as your words entered his ears. Denki would never admit it to anyone, but the real reason he came here tonight was because he heard you would be there. Over the years of working with you, he had developed a small crush. You were so admirable, so amazing. You dedicated your career not to just saving people, but using your quirk to save the criminals, to understanding them and taking them down using pathos rather than violence. 

“I always smell good?”

“Yes! God yes. I love the way you smell, it makes me so happy and warm. Sometimes I walk by your office just to steal some of your serotonin.”

Your confession made Denki smile as the bartender set down a cup of water in front of you. Embarrassment flooded your body as you realized what you had said to him. When you were tipsy you could say some honest things, but this was a deep secret you'd been harboring.

“I shouldn't have drank, I can't believe I said that. I- I should go home.”

You stood up from the stool with your bag in hand, tripping slightly as you went. Denki quickly grabbed onto your wrist and tugged you towards him. Still buzzed, you didn't fight him and tumbled towards his chest. 

"Don't go, you're drunk. If anything happened to you, I wouldn't forgive myself. Have a glass of water."

"This is embarrassing. I'm not being creepy, I swear. Your happy mood, it helps calm me down."

“You know, my flirting isn't meaningless. I think your quirk is neat and special, I think you're neat and special. If smelling me helps you calm down, then by all means, next time come into my office."

You took the glass of water and took tiny little sips to help sober yourself up. A blush spread across your face again, Denki had just indirectly confessed to you. You thought his flirting was meaningless, you thought he didn't really like you like that. You had such a fear of rejection around him, scared he would find your smelling habits weird, but he didn't. You leaned up to Denki again, this time was not to smell him drunkly, but to place a quick, sweet, chaste kiss on his cheek.

"Think you can say all of that to me tomorrow when I'm sober?"

"Depends. Tomorrow's Christmas, do you want to see me tomorrow, or are you going to regret tonight? Regret accepting my drink, regret spending the evening with me."

Denki bit his lip, and a new scent came from him. A foreign one. You had never smelt such a thing coming from him. He had always been so happy, but now you could smell fear, anxiety, everything the waitress reeked of earlier. It appeared you were not the only one with worries and fear of rejection. Lacing your fingers with Denki's, you reassured him the only way your inebriated mind could think of, by using a pickup line.

"You wanna know what I told Santa I wanted for Christmas?"

"Hmm?"

"Told him I wanted you."

[onewaigu]

Books

Genre : strangers!au

Theme : mild fluff

Pairing : Kanghyun(Onewe) X Reader

Description : The Little Prince was a popular newly-released book and you can't seem to get your hands on it.

“They're literally just words, Y/N”

Sadly, it's a recurring theme. Being told that books were just words. Nothing more. Nothing special. To which you would always shrug your shoulders dismissively or force a smile on your face.

You loved your friends. You really did but you just wished they'd open their hearts to reading books more. Unlike them, books meant a whole lot to you.

Books were apart of your memories with your dad when you were little. Every night before bed, he would read a book to you. Different books for different nights. And he never missed a single day. Even when he'd come home late.

The day you lost your dad in a car accident was the day you found solace in books. They reminded you of the happiest moments in your life when you had your dad beside you. Since his passing, your love for books only grew stronger. Whenever people saw you, you're sure to have your nose buried in a book.

Recently, you overheard some people in your Literature class talking about this new book that'd just been published— The Little Prince. Being the bookworm that you were, you naturally wanted to get your hands on the book.

Instead of buying books, you had to borrow them from the library because your dorm didn't have enough space. Besides, borrowing books saved you a ton of money and as a typical college student, that was the best option.

You planned on dropping by the library on one of the weekends when you weren't drowning in homework and presentations. You had checked online for the book and it turned out there was only one copy left available. Looking at the computer screen, you tapped your fingers nervously on the table. Hopefully, you would get there in time before anyone else did.

The weekends finally came and you were excited.

You checked your computer once again and thankfully, the book was still available. Breathing out a sigh of relief, you got yourself dressed in a simple black tee and jeans. You decided to skip breakfast entirely and headed out to catch the bus. The library was a bit far from your dorm so after alighting from the bus, you had to take a short trip on the subway.

After all that travelling, you arrived at the library. The place itself was like something out of Harry Potter. It wasn't the typical modern library. The bookshelves were all made of wood and the decor in the library had that sophisticated feel to them. You were always amazed whenever you visited the library. It was your happy place after all.

Once you were inside, you immediately disappeared into the shadows of the large bookshelves, searching for The Little Prince. What you thought would take a few minutes, turned out longer than expected. It wasn't because you couldn't find the section where the book was supposed to be. No, you found the exact spot. It's just that there was no book there.

Your dramatic self spent around thirty minutes staring blankly at the empty spot because you couldn't believe you were too late.

Beside you, someone cleared their throat. Snapping out of your sadness, you slowly turned your head to the person.

“Do you need help, Miss?”, a young librarian asked while giving you a weird look.

He looked at the empty spot on the bookshelf where your hand rested and something clicked in his mind.

“Ahh, were you trying to find The Little Prince?”, he placed the books he was carrying on one of the shelves and pointed his thumb behind him.

“Someone already checked it out a few minutes ago”, he gave you a kind smile.

Your eyebrows furrowed even deeper.

“Are there any other copies that I can borrow?”, you pleaded with the boy.

“I'm sorry Miss, we only have that one left”, he shook his head apologetically.

With the way your head was lowered and shoulders were slouched, anyone could tell you were visibly heartbroken. The young librarian stood awkwardly in front of you, without knowing what to do to comfort you.

After a few seconds of sulking, you crouched down to pick up your backpack and turned around to leave. That's when you heard the librarian calling out for you.

“Hey, Miss!”, he accidentally shouted out which caused him to cower his head as if to hide himself in case some other librarian heard him.

You raised an eyebrow at him.

“The book is due in three weeks' time”

Oh.

Your spirits lifted a bit.

Perfect. You just had to wait.

So for the whole three week's you waited patiently.

Sike.

Who were you kidding? You weren't patient at all.

Occasionally during the weekdays of those three weeks, you would randomly drop by to see if the book had been returned yet. Unfortunately, every visit turned out to be a failure. The only highlight was that the young librarian from the other day was the one who helped check the book out. Meaning, he had a glimpse of who borrowed the book.

Male. Blond hair. Lean build. Looked about your age but slightly taller.

This could be anyone but it was at least something to help you spot him.

When the three-week mark came, you were crossing your fingers. He might be there or he might not be. You just had to go and see for yourself.

Taking the same usual route to the library, you arrived in no time. Without even bothering to check the shelves again, you went straight to the librarian's desk upfront to ask if the book had been returned. Only when you got closer did you realise that there was already someone at the desk.

And that someone turned out to be a blond-haired male with a lean build and looked about your age but slightly taller than you.

He's the one. Tsk, slow reader.

You walked your way towards his side quietly. Unfortunately, he was too focused on whatever he was telling the young librarian that he didn't even notice your presence. But you, on the other hand, could hear their conversation clearly.

“Are you sure it's not possible to extend it?”, Blondie pleaded.

“No Sir, you can only borrow it for three weeks max”, the librarian calmly explained.

“But I really need more time with it”, he said with a slight pout.

“Not possible, Sir..rules are rules”

With that, Blondie heaved a sigh, “It's okay then..”

As he slowly walked away from the desk, you shifted yourself so that you were in front of the librarian.

“Oh hey Miss, you're back..again”, he chuckled.

“Well, you're in luck because..tada! The book's here”, he lifted The Little Prince off the desk and waved it around lightly.

“Hahaha thanks, could you help check it out for me real quick? I gotta be somewhere soon”, you scratched your head sheepishly.

“Sure, no problem”, he did what you asked while you stood there waiting.

“Your name, Miss?”, he looked up from the book with his pen hovering over the name card that was in it.

“Y/N”, you said while turning slightly to look behind you. He was still there.

“All right, there you go Miss..remember, it's due in three weeks' time”, he gave you a knowing smile.

Turning your attention back to the librarian, you gave him a polite smile and thanked him for the book before grabbing it off the desk and heading somewhere else.

While you were walking, you flipped open the book to look at the name card.

Hyungu. So that was his name.

You stopped walking once you saw his blond mop of hair. Tapping gently on his shoulder, you finally got to see his face clearly as he lifted his head up. A sense of familiarity hit you. You knew him from somewhere but you weren't so sure-

“Hyungu?”

“-uhh yeah, that's me?”, he gave you a surprised look.

He's probably confused as to why you were there.

“Um..I overheard that you needed the book for a little more time”, you stretched out your hands that was holding the book to him.

“I was actually waiting for the book since a few weeks' ago but thinking back now, I'm really not in any rush compared to you..w-which I assume you are in..a r-rush I mean”, you stumbled over your words as you stood awkwardly in front of him, trying to explain why you were giving the book to him.

He was surprised, to say the least. His cheeks reddened and he looked beyond flustered.

“Oh..um it's fine really”, he gingerly refused and pushed the book back to you.

But you insisted. And he gave in.

His hands held onto the book like it was precious and his eyes softened as they looked at you gratefully.

“I don't know how to repay yo- actually, let me buy you a coffee”, he offered kindly.

You felt like you were being asked out by someone but you shook away your ridiculous thought. Blondie just wanted to offer his thanks and here you were, daydreaming. Tsk.

Well, he was kinda cute..not gonna lie.

“I don't drink coffee-”

“-tea?”, he said a little too enthusiastically that made his eyes widened. His fingers fiddled with the loose strands of his purple sweater.

You pursed your lips trying to suppress your laughter before nodding your head.

“Yeah, tea sounds nice”

[a/n]

this might probably be the last time i write hyungu as a blond-haired boywhkabskwbdkw

LIKE CMON KANG HYUNGU MY HEART WASN'T READY TO BE ATTACKED BY YOUR GRAY HAIR

I HATE HIM

sobs

oh yeah why did hyungu look familiar? that's probably cause y/n had seen him on tv a few times when he was in mas0094 or something~

stan onewe, oneus, weus everyone

[existentialstatesofmind]

Weekend Fun

Clare: laughed at Dakota's fake curse word. "I might have to borrow that one if I start to slip up. I've had to say 'fudge' and 'witch' a few times. But mostly I feel like I'm getting off easy. Good to know." She nodded when he mentioned Wonderland. "Oh yeah, I haven't been there in a few years. Last time I went I was still too scared to go on the really tall roller coasters. It didn't matter since there's a ton of rides and the water park. I'd probably go on everything now if I had someone's hand to hold. I'm still kind of iffy about anything that goes upside down though." Clare shook her head in disbelief. "I get it if they're interns but otherwise that is so weird. Jeez. Jenna was very upfront too about being a boyfriend stealer. Now I remember why the only girl I hang out with at school is Alli. She did date an older guy last year but he didn't have money and he was embarrassed by the age difference. I wouldn't put up with my boyfriend not wanting anyone to know we were dating. Liking a teacher is really dumb especially if she tries to act on her feelings." Clare clicked her tongue. "I hadn't thought of it that way but you make a good point. However, Eli's not an ex. Just a friend." She'd made out with Eli a couple of times and they'd tried going on dates but he wasn't over his dead girlfriend. Plus his parents creeped Clare out. She felt like they were the ones pushing him into finding a 'replacement.' Clare's crush had fizzled out fast. She bit her lip when Dakota said she could sleep in his room. She really didn't think he was going to pull a Wesley and trick her into letting him feel her up. "Maybe." Clare said tentatively. Clare hadn't been sure Dakota would actually kiss her. Especially right then and there. She moved her lips against his reciprocating the kiss. Clare's lips parted automatically when she felt his tongue pushing against them. As their tongues met, Clare leaned forward and rested her hands on his shoulders.

Kota: chuckled a bit at Clare when she mentioned the words she's used. "I've used 'frack' because thinking of fudge actually makes me want fudge." he laughed a bit and nodded. "Well, I'll take you soon." he smiled at her and listened when she talked about her friends. "Yea, that's why I'm friends with girls more than guys. Guys are worse, they'll seal your girlfriend behind your back. I had a friend whom introduced me and a mutual friend of ours to his girlfriend. Our mutual friend grew feelings for his girlfriend and I told him to let them be, they were happy. He didn't ignore them and kissed her and took a picture of him kissing her to bribe her boyfriend our mutual friend. I found out because she told me and I threatened to beat the sugar out of my friend if he didn't delete the picture, in turn he said that if I touch him he'd send the picture out to the whole school and call her a cheater. We told her boyfriend, my friend about it and he believed us, but the school was sent the picture of them two anyway and they were bullied because our mutual friend said that they were dating first and she was taken from him. They had to transfer schools. It's a lot better just to be friends with the opposite sex." he said honestly and nodded at her when she mentioned Eli just being a friend not an ex. He kept kissing Clare as her hands rested on his shoulders and slid his tongue into her mouth a few times before placing a few pecks on her lips. "Trial run?" he asked softly as he glued their foreheads together. Minutes later he heard stuff being put on the table and looked at the appetizers being put in the middle and the plates being put in front of them. "Would you like some of a Bloomin Onion?" he asked.