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Wallpaper/lockscreen Kim So-Hyun (My lovely Liar)

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My Lovely Liar

Hwang Min-Hyun and Kim So-Hyun

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[chuluoyi]

✎ stupid liar

- gojo satoru x reader

no way. impossible. you couldn't possibly be jealous of gravure idol gojo likes so much now... or could you?

genre: jealous!reader vs slightly jealous!gojo, crack, and obviously, fluff !!

note: based on this post :))

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

"Look, Suguru~ Isn't she pretty?"

Your eye twitched at the sing-song voice, lips twisting into a scowl as you glanced at him from the corner of your twitching eye.

No. You don't care. Not in the slightest.

You stabbed your fork into your cheesecake with more fervor than necessary though.

"Eh?"

"Inoue Waka!" Satoru exclaimed with an enthusiasm that felt almost too bright. "This is her in her newest issue!"

‘Newest issue’ being a bikini special, with the said model lay sprawled in the most revealing piece possible. That indecent photo had also become the wallpaper and lockscreen on your boyfriend's phone, and he shamelessly showed it off with pride.

You steeled yourself. Again. No. It's not a big deal. You weren't jealous, especially not over some... heavily-altered picture of a porn actress!

"Ahh, she does look nice..."

You attacked your now-mutilated cheesecake again, feeling your mood plummet further after hearing Suguru's response. Now you were convinced, all men are dogs!

"—but not exactly my type," he added quickly, his gaze darting towards you. His interest lay more in your reaction, which was why he stirred the pot further: "Is she your type, Satoru?"

Your boyfriend, whether oblivious or intentional, erupted into giddy laughter like a kid. "Ehh... why of course!"

His enthusiastic agreement seemed to echo louder in your ears than it probably should have. The cheesecake, once a treat, now felt like lead in your mouth.

That's it. One more time and—

But then, Suguru's voice cut through your irritated thoughts again, clearly amused. "Well, but I've always thought real beauty lies not just in appearances but in strength of character. Wouldn't you agree, Satoru?"

You knew it, Suguru was indeed the best. You dared to glance up from your plate, curious about your cocky little clown’s response. But you really shouldn't, because Satoru, the absolute cretin he was—

"Why are you getting philosophical all of sudden?" he sullenly grumbled. "Important thing is if she's hot, then she is hot." You could have sworn he briefly side-eyed you before saying, "And no one is hotter than Inoue Waka."

Stupid. Idiot. Insufferable.

Standing up, your patience dissipated into thin air. Your brisk pace made Shoko, who was beside Suguru, to quirk an eyebrow. "Oh, leaving already?"

"I'm going back. Have a practice."

"Ehh? You didn't say?" only now did your shameless boyfriend turned to you fully. "It's still break time—"

"Nanami is waiting for me, goodbye."

You didn't look back even once, too annoyed to notice that Satoru was gawking at your words.

Satoru couldn't believe this. You ignored him. You actually did… in favor of Nanami!

He was starring daggers at how the two of you conversing so amiably across the hall. You were his girlfriend already, but he could barely able to make you look as sweet as you were with Nanami just now. You were always prickly with him!

Okay, but rest assured—with Suguru he may have doubts, but with Nanami, he was convinced he outshone him by a wide margin, perhaps even ten or twenty times over!

"Why are you sparring with him?" he was sulking when he caught you on the way back to the dorms after school. "Why not Haibara instead?"

You scoffed. "And why do you idolize Inoue Waka and not Yuzuki Tina?"

Oh, so that's what this is about. Suddenly, he didn't feel as miffed as a stupid grin split his face. "Ooh, you're looking into gravure idols too?"

"..."

"Heh, if you're doing it for research purpose, that's totally okay~"

"..."

"Pfft, you're so jealous it's so great to watch—"

You halted abruptly, your annoyance now at its peak. Facing your infuriating boyfriend, you leveled a piercing glare at him that caught him off-guard. "Gojo, from today onwards, we're having a ban."

"Whoa, hey—"

"—and in the meantime, you can print Inoue Waka out of your phone, hang her in your dorm and kiss your wall instead—"

"Just a minute!" Satoru interjected, eyes rounded with slight alarm. "Don't be too hasty!"

He looked at you, really looked at you, and saw that you were actually upset.

A twinge of... what is it? Some kind of guilt, he supposed, pricked his chest. He didn't like seeing you like this, especially knowing he had played a part in it. You should be smiling sweetly and catching his heart with it, not frowning like this.

"Hey," he started, his voice softening as a small, sincere smile crept onto his face. You continued to look away, a stubborn pout fixed on your lips. Darn it, how did you manage to look cute while angry too?

"Look at me, I'm all yours, okay?"

That got you to shoot him a sharp glance, and boohoo!—the ice in your heart thawed slightly as you met his smile, which soon evolved into a toothy grin.

But then, in one swift strike, he pulled his phone out and took a snap of your very-not-ready face.

"Satoru!" you screamed in panic, trying to climb over him to pluck his phone. "No! Delete that!"

"Ah ah," he crisply snickers, raising his hand with the phone high above where you couldn't reach. After pressing a few buttons, he triumphantly showed you his phone screen, now displaying your flop picture in all of its glory.

"That's seriously awful!" you grimaced, a look of horror in your face. "Satoru, for real—"

“You’re adorable,” he countered almost immediately, his smile wide and unabashed—the very winning smile that won your heart. “My girl is cute as heck and you know what the best part is? She’s mine.”

. . .

—okay, you were now positively melting. This was irritating, how can you forgive him this easily?

You huffed, raising your chin high to cover the very sizzling heat in your cheeks. "Hmph. Keep that photo then. But I'm still sparring with Nanami though."

"Mm-hmm, whatever. I hope his foul hairstyle won't affect you—"

"Don't badmouth him! Wait, don't tell me... you feel threatened by him?"

"Wha? Why would I!? I have the better face, better wallet—!"

Together, you walked back to the dorms, the evening air somehow felt lighter around you. Satoru's hand found yours along the way, and the two of you kept up a playful banter, followed by shared giggles afterwards.

. . .

What you didn't realize, however, was that there was another reason behind Satoru's happy laughter... his secret little mission had been a smashing success~

Epilogue

“I put too much faith in Y/N. I’m disappointed.”

“We are paying Gojo, damn it.”

Suguru and Shoko let out collective sighs, looking at the two of you. They witnessed your little outburst and that sealed everything.

You used to not give in to so easily. Unfortunately now, you were whipped for that idiot too, enough to get jealous over him.

As Suguru opened his wallet, a realization struck. “Shoko, now that I think about it… why am I always losing these bets?”

“You could just suck… or maybe," she glances him over before letting out a snort. "Your bangs just bring bad luck?”

[rninies]

✮ lockscreen

౨ৎ veritas ratio x reader. fluff pure fluff, gn!reader, modern!au, ratio kinda shy ngl — wc: 348

notes. i love veritas sm

“am i your lock screen?”

“what?”

“am i on your lock screen?” you asked once more, leaning closer to veritas. he instinctively leaned back, hiding his phone behind his back. “what? why are you hiding your phone from me?”

veritas clears his throat, straightening his back. he pushes you using his free hand, phone still behind his back. “nothing. i’m not hiding anything.”

“you liar!” you exclaimed, crossing your hands over your chest. “i can’t believe you. i put you- well us, on my lock screen and you don’t? do you not love me?” you asked dramatically, placing a hand over your heart.

“stop, don’t be dramatic.” veritas scowls. “you’ll live. not being my wallpaper doesn’t mean it’s the end of the world.”

you gasped. “don’t say that! what if i suddenly disappear one day and your wallpaper is the only thing that reminds you of me? what if all the photos in your gallery suddenly vanished and your wallpaper is the only one in there?”

veritas' lips twitched. “you’re being ridiculous. none of that will ever happen.”

“remember that one time your phone suddenly switched off by itself and won’t turn on anymore?” you start picking your nails, ignoring the way veritas' face changed. “and all your photos and data disappeared?”

veritas sighs. “do you really need to see my lock screen that bad?”

“yes!” you stretched your hand out, patiently waiting for rin to place his phone on your hand. instead of doing that, he holds his phone before you, clicking the power button so it turns on.

his lock screen is a picture of you on one of your first dates with him. it was in an amusement park and you were wearing one of the headbands they were selling there. it’s a blurry picture of you since you were moving in that picture, but you can faintly see the smile on your face, remembering how happy you were when the date happened.

“aw, veritas! i didn’t know you were such a sap! do you love me that much?” you teased.

“shut up, y/n.”

[aumarias]

haikyu!! headcanons - seijoh main four

slight suggestive themes in matsukawa's

iwaizumi hajime

100% without a doubt, works out to relieve stress. it's an escape from his problems (oikawa) and helps him take out his anger in a healthy way.

his favorite color is definitely red. i don't know why he just seems like a red guy.

literally gets SO pouty when he's surprised with something. it could be a gift or a party and he'll get so pouty. he's so emotional i love him

he loves LOVES when you grab his bicep. it makes him feel so strong and manly and proud it's so cute his face lights up.

contrary to popular opinion, he LOVES physical touch, but only with specific people. he just loves feeling loved.

whatever you cook for him, he'll DEVOUR it. he'll literally eat it up he loves food especially if you're the one who made it.

oikawa tooru

he has major separation anxiety. when he's in argentina you know damn well he's spamming the group chat with messages and calls.

his friends mean everything to him. he'd abandon volleyball for them anyday. he'd never admit it though...

a horrible, terrible liar. cannot lie to save his life, he'll start laughing or smiling. his voice cracks if he tries to drag it on too long.

when he falls in love, he's in LOVE. the gc is spammed with messages about how much he loves his gf and pictures of her followed by long ass paragraphs.

if he ever catches you in his jersey, oh honey... you're never gonna hear the end of it. he'll do a whole photoshoot of you in it, it doesn't matter if you just woke up. he thinks you look stunning and now it's his lockscreen wallpaper.

the SASSIEST man alive. he'll give you so much attitude if he's pissed off. you gotta sit his ass down and tell him to cut it out cause it gets BAD.

matsukawa issei

i don't see him as a smoker honestly. however...he is a big drinker. beer, whiskey, rum and coke, you name it, he'll have it.

super handsy. can't keep him hands off you, he needs to be touching you at all times. whether it be a hand on your hip, waist, thigh, head, or an arm around your shoulder, he's always touching you.

working in a funeral home, he sees a lot of grieving families yk.. he has nightmares that one day he'll be the one grieving you. please hold him tight at night!!

king of midnight snack runs! it's 4am and you're hungry? no problem! let's do a cvs run. oh you want taco bell? it closes soon better hurry!

has the LONGEST eyelashes you've ever seen. it's not even funny how are they so long. he looks great with mascara, he'll even beg you to put it on him so he can show off to oikawa. (he does, in fact, get jealous)

jams out with hanamaki to 2000's white girl songs. i'm talking christina aguilera, britney spears, natasha bedingfield, etc. it's their favorite way to mess with hajime. (he secretly loves it though)

hanamaki takahiro

matsukawa might not be a smoker, but hanamaki totally is. he doesn't smoke often, but when he does he comes back higher than a kite. he only smokes to relieve stress.

our dear boy is unemployed, but he still tries to spoil you as much as he can. you want that swimsuit? you'd look so hot babe of course he's buying it for you.

not a very touchy person, but he tries to make it up to you by spending time with you. he'll stand by you in the kitchen while you're whipping up some coffee for yourself. he sees you on the couch? now you guys are watching a movie together. he just loves being with you.

late night drives with takahiro are to die for. you've never had this much fun in your life. the city lights and the music blasting from the radio lifts you to a high you've never felt before.

uses hot cocoa flavored chapstick. he stocks up during the winter since it's a seasonal flavor (which he thinks is super annoying) but you complimented him on it once and now it's the only one he uses.

on twitter nearly 24/7. he posts his every thought and somehow they go viral. he prides himself on that and comes to you every time his tweet blows up. "look babe! my tweet hit 100k retweets."

[zvdvdlvr]

Just A Little Late

🩻 - Synopsis. The day comes when Aaron realizes he has to talk to you. Is he able to repair your relationship or does he get the rejection he knows he deserves?

🩻 - Warnings. Angst. Fluff? Possible ooc!Aaron. Mild description of blood and a fire.

🩻 - Author’s note. Thank you all so much for the love of this mini series! I have an epilogue in store if you’d like :)

A couple hours after you got home, your phone buzzed. Looking down, you saw ‘Big Boss 😠’ on the lockscreen and glared down at the glowing box. With a trembling hand, you unlocked your phone and read the message.

From Big Boss 😠: It’s Hotch. What are you doing tonight?

To Big Boss 😠: Why do you care?

You bit your lip after sending. Were you being too harsh? You felt your heart sting. You hated being mean to Aaron, the man who had previously fought tooth and nail to be by yours (and your team’s) side. But after he chose not to visit you or even communicate with you during your stay at the hospital… it’s safe to say you felt betrayed on another level.

From Big Boss 😠: Because you are apart of my team.

You scoffed. “Really? Are you fucking serious, Hotch?”

To Big Boss 😠: Didn’t seem like that when you apparently didn’t have a word to say to me when I was in the hospital. Or at the restaurant.

With tears in your eyes, you threw you phone at the wall as hard as you could. The sound of the screen shattering and broken glass falling to the floor was exactly how you felt.

— 

Spencer and Derek were the ones that went to find you. You were two (full!) hours late to work. Every minute you didn’t show had Aaron’s heart rate picking up. But he knew he couldn’t go to find you. So he sent Spencer and Derek, telling himself he couldn’t keep hiding from you forever.

Spencer unlocked your door as Derek swept the front and back yard. A precaution, but Spencer was worried nonetheless. Because you were never late!

“Y/n?” Spencer asked, his hand finding the gun strapped to his hip. “Are you alright?” 

He heard a loud sigh and guessed it was you over the sound of the T.V.

Derek nodded at Reid and they both toed cautiously toward you, completely unaware of how you’d react to them being in your home. Uninvited.

“Mama? You alright?” Derek asked, eyebrows furrowed.

Spencer looked around. You phone and a bunch of glass laid in a pile near the wall. You had clealry thrown it from a distance- from the couch? Had you even gotten up?

“Will you lay with me?” You tiny voice asked. You were completely swaddled in a blanket leaving only your eyes and nose peeping out.

“I-“ Derek started, clearly taken aback by your actions.

“Of course we will. Move over, you. Derek, call Hotch and tell him we might be a little late.”

Derek watched Spencer sit down on your couch with wide eyes and an open mouth. “I- yeah. Alright. I’ll be back in a second,” he said, pulling his phone from his pocket. He stepped outside and shut the door as he dialed.

“Hotchner?” 

Derek rubbed his head with his hand. “We’re at y/n’s. She’s-“ Derek sighed. “She looks horrible, man. She looks like she cried all night and didn’t get up at all during the night. Her house is clean, but she did a number on her phone. What’s goin’ on with our girl?”

Hotch felt his heart squeeze in his chest and suddenly he couldn’t breathe. You cried all night, your phone was lying in pieces, and you even had Derek worried. Aaron had to fix this. “I don’t know, Derek.” Liar, Hotch thought. “Stay with her. Get her up and moving, I’ll be there soon.”

“Okay. I don’t know what you did, Hotch- and don’t lie to me because we’ve all seen it- but you need to get your shit together.”

Aaron felt a singular teardrop run down his face and land on the stained wood of his desk. The dial tone blared loudly in his ear and Hotch felt like the biggest asshole on Earth.

Derek went back into your house and locked the door. “What are we watching, nerds?” The man patted your blanket-covered legs and sat down.

As Spencer explained the show as briefly as Specer could, both men acted like the didn’t see the tears fall out of your eyes and your body shuddering every time you inhaled. Spencer let you play with his hands to keep from picking at your lips until they bled.

Eventually, Derek convinced you to go get cleaned up and dressed. When you came back out, Derek persuaded you into letting him braid your hair (props of having sisters) as Spencer picked something to watch.

You had just started laughing when you heard someone know on the door. Derek tutted poshly and refused to let you move until he finished the braid.

“Better hurry up,” Spencer commented uselessly from your couch, munching on popcorn you didn’t even know you had.

You scoffed. “Good idea, Reid.”

“Off to the races, you,” Derek joked, pushing your head forward when the braid was completed.

“You both suck. Never letting you in my house again-“ you muttered, opening the door. Words fell right off your tongue.

Outside your door, Hotch held out a concerningly large boquet of your favorite flavors. Your mouth fell open and you felt like slamming the door. Just as you started pushinf the door shut, however, Derek swung open the door. 

“Y/n, please listen to what he has to say. I think you need to hear it.”

You looked accusingly at Derek, eyes flickering between the two men in front of you. “No. No! Because why would I listen to a man who wasn’t there! You didn’t show up! You. Weren’t. There. Get out of my house. Get off my property. I quit. My documents will be at your desk tomorrow. Leave. Get out!” You yelled, pushing Derek out of your house (no small feat, my God) and yelling at Aaron.

Spencer swiftly avoided your glare and flailing arms, leaving Derek and Hotch to fend for themselves.

“Y/n, please. Just five minutes. Listen to me- five minutes!” Aaron pleaded. His voice cracked and he faltered against you.

You had moved from Derek to Aaron, trying as hard as you could to push them out the door and onto the grass. “No! Please just leave me alone. I can’t- you made your point when you couldn’t even look at me after I came back to work!” You yelled, not noticing the tears sparking in the back of your eyes.

Derek was glad almost every other adult was at work- the screaming match you and Hotch were holding wasn’t pretty.

Aaron let you push him out the door, but held onto the porch railing. “You were the one distancing yourself from me-“

You froze for a moment, looking at him with so much hurt in your eyes, Spencer assumed you had just gotten your spinal cord severed. “Bullshit! You’re lying to me and you know it, Hotchner. You- you left me there. Dropped me off at the hospital and left! ‘Oh, yeah! Her face is so torn up now, she’s so scarred and fucked up, I can’t be seen with her!’ Is that what you were thinking when you left me there? Huh?!”

“Medic! I need a medic!”

Hotch tore away from the firefighter’s grip, bounding over the lawn to where our were choking on smoke. “Y/n!”

You tore at the ground with your bloodied fingers, slowly going limp.

Aaron didn’t feel the heat of the fire as he slid one arm just under your neck and another arm under your knees. “Please, y/n,” he whispered, navigating through the burning building , blood dripping from your wounds into the threads of Aaron’s clothes.

He held onto your hand as you were pulled into the ambulance on a gurney. Ash and soot streaked his face, but he hadn’t looked away from you. Despite the deep knife wound that twisted and warped your face, despite the burns on your body, and despite your faint breathing, Aaron held on to you. Crying and pleading and hoping.

When Rossi had finally tore his hands from yours, he watched dazedly as you were rushed into an OR. For hours he must have stood there, watching the floor. Waiting.

Waiting.

“I- I love you, y/n! I couldn’t watch you die in some sterile room where I can’t help you! So I left. I left and couldn’t bring myself to see you because this,” he said, gently running a finger from te top of the scar down to where it ended at your collarbone, “this tells me that I failed. I failed you, y/n m/n l/n, and I know nothing I say will excuse that, but the fact that I failed to protect you…” Aaron looked away. “I couldn’t- I couldn’t stand the fact that I failed to protect ome of the only people I care about.”

Your hand came up to hover where Aaron’s was, still resting on the edge of your collarbone. “I needed you,” you whimpered, voice shaking. Your lip quivered as the man who said loved you stepped closer. “I needed you and you weren’t there. You left.”

Aaron nodded vigorously, his own tears falling down his face at your words. You were so close to him, letting his hand trace you carefully even though a part of you still hated him for not being there. Aaron hated him too. “I know. I know, y/n and I’m sorry. But- but I’m here now. I won’t leave unless you tell me.”

You leaned forward and latched your arms around Aaron’s waist and fell, crying into Aaron’s expensive shirt. “I hate you, Aaron,” you wailed, vice-like grip on his jacket tugging him even closer to you.

Aaron closed his eyes and let you fall into him. “I know you do, y/n. I know.” One of his hands rested on the back of your neck and the other kept baby hairs off of your face. “I know,” he whispered, crying silently.

Spencer and Derek both nodded, knowing your relationship (and horribly harbored feelings) wasn’t hopeless after all.

🏷️: @zaddyhotch @mxrgodsstuff @bunnylov-3-r

[woso-dreamzzz]

Nena and Sol thoughts I had that I think everyone should know about:

@girlgenius1111

Sol is heavily parentified to the point that it's so natural that she does everything for Nena and Nena goes to her for everything which really stresses Ingrid out because she and Mapi are the adults and yet Nena still goes to Sol for help with everything

Nena takes a bunch of her cues from Sol when she doesn't understand what's going on which Ingrid thinks it's super cute until Sol's giving her the silent treatment and Nena copies her

Nena routinely climbs into Sol's bed with her and snuggles under the covers and Sol is so used to it that she just pulls back the covers for Nena to get into

Nena adores Scout so Sol takes lots of pictures of Nena and 'her best friend' and one of them is her lockscreen picture

Sol used to take Nena to all her kiddie football matches and wait on the sidelines because their parents never came and that made Nena sad. Sol even had a full size shirt made up for Nena's kid's team in Norway so she could wear it to support her

Nena can't tie her own laces or do up her own shirt buttons so Sol will always kneel down to help and she gives Nena a little kiss on the forehead after each one is done

Nena can't eat eggs because she's allergic so Sol used to meal prep a week in advance and make sure no eggs came within an inch of the house. She kept telling their parents to stop buying them but they didn't so the groceries would get delivered and Sol would immediately throw out the eggs because she didn't even want to take the risk that Nena would have a reaction

Ingrid and Mapi are obviously Nena's football idols and who she wants to be when she grows up but Nena wrote a poem in school titled 'My Sister Sol' that made Sol cry because it was so sweet and it got put up on the fridge

Nena's class also performed their poems in assembly and Sol attended and cried again because reading it was one thing but seeing Nena perform her poem was even more emotional

Nena and Sol argue very little but the one thing they argue about is their parents. Nena thinks that their parents love them so much and that they're so busy and that's why they don't show up. Whenever Sol tries to explain that it isn't like that at all, Nena breaks down in tears and insists that Sol is being a dirty liar. Ingrid usually has to separate them when that happens

[falling-star-cygnus]

POOLVERINE NATION PLEASE- y'all i IMPLORE you

listen to Disaster: Conan Gray and think of them -> LET ME COOK, LET ME COOK-

First Half: Wade Second Half: Logan

"Set the scene... I just left the party at Blake's and it's Halloween." -> party at the X-Mansion, Wade adjusts the fourth-wall camera to better focus on him and Logan as they leave the fancy doors [Logan holding the door open, cartoonishly spooky decor in the background]

"Had the keys to my car in my hand, but I didn't leave... " -> Wade's holding his keys, the Wolverine half of the friendship necklace dangling half-off his palm, before cutting to Logan talking with Laura- both walking just slightly ahead of him

"Cause the potential of us was keeping me up all... night long." -> The Deadpool half dangles out of Logan's back pocket, before everything blurs to the two sharing a pull-out couch in a cozily cluttered living room. [Logan's on his side asleep, Wade's laying on his back and staring at the ceiling]

"Sent a text you won't read all... night long" -> A close up of Logan's sleeping back, before Wade looks at his phone and unsends his message

"This could be a disaster. There's so many factors" -> He flops against his pillow in pure Wade fashion, before curling on his side contemplatively- sneaking a peak at his phone screen [his lockscreen is a picture of him and an aggrieved Logan- 3:32 in the morning]

"Like what if you freak out and then we're losing it all.. at the critical chapter-" -> Logan skewers Wade with his claws from behind during a nightmare and panics- attempting to flee out of the apartment.

"Where I say, 'I love you'. And you don't say it after." -> Wade catches his arm before Logan can get far and holds fast, his mouth moving to form the words Logan looks at Wade like he's lost his damn mind..

"This could be a disaster! I'm pedaling backwards" -> He lets go of Logan's arm to stand up, waving his arms frantically to dismiss what he just claimed. Logan doesn't move or change expressions

"by saying that I'm drunk, I really shouldn't of called. I'm- a little bit plastered!" -> Wade lies back down on his side of the pull-out, his back to Logan as he pulls a unicorn blanket up to his ears as he avoids looking at the shellshocked man

"You call me a liar... now I'm falling in faster." -> Logan's face softens for just a moment before he gets back into the bed- facing Wade's back. Wade tightens his grip over his chest

"This could be a disaster."

Y'ALL IF YOU ENJOYED THIS I'LL DROP LOGAN'S POV <3 -> ALSO IT'S MY BIRTHDAY [9/19] :D

[angelst4re]

Hello babe!! I’m absolutely obsessed with your writing, I love love love your page with all my heart! I was wondering if you could do a Jamie smut, where he’s in his counterfeit era doing a tour meet and greet with fans where he meets y/n and takes interest in her, flirting with her a little as they meet for the first time. He ends up finding her with her friends after the meet and greet and at some point she ends up back on Jamies/Counterfeits tour bus after her and Jamie get to know each other better. The rest of the band meets y/n and after meeting her they all go out for a drink (or something) inviting Jamie and y/n to come with but they both decline the offer leaving Jamie and y/n in the bus alone together…and then smut. smut. smut. and smut. 🤭🖤

omg when i first saw this request i knew i was gonna love writing it... and i did!! so i hope you love it darling <3

Rockstar- Jamie Campbell Bower x Reader

summary: you go to a meet and greet with your favourite band and find yourself drawn towards one particular member...

warnings: NSFW!! contains smut, if you don't like this or feel uncomfortable then please don't read it my love!

notes: this isn't the fic about the page he follows on instagram!! that one's coming soon hehe :) i feel like i rushed this but i really wanted to post something today... so here you go! (also i'm literally 5 followers away from 600?? ILY ALL SO MUCH!!!! <33)

You have waited in the cold for 5 hours today, all for a band you have loved for three years. You didn’t mind, neither did your friends. You were all too happy about the fact that you managed to win some VIP tickets so you could meet the band in person after the show.

Your friends giggled as Sam looked over towards the three of you, he was their favourite from the group. You told them that you didn’t have a favourite, that you liked them all equally, but your mind was telling you otherwise when you locked eyes with Jamie. Jamie Bower.

“Hi sweetheart!” He grinned as you walked towards him, his arms open for you. It was as if he was meeting a friend he had not seen for years.

You squeaked out a ‘hello’ against his chest as he wrapped his arms around you.

“You look gorgeous,” he said, his eyes still looking into yours as you pull back from the hug, “what’s your name, dear?”

You tell him your name, quickly becoming aware of how his hand was still on yours. You quickly lift it, twirling your hair to keep your hands occupied.

Suddenly, every conversation you had planned in your mind for this moment has disappeared. You worried that you created an awkward silence between the two of you, all you could think about was how hot he looked in person.

“I hear that a lot, y’know.” He smirks. Fuck. Did you say that out loud?

“So,” you begin, trying to ignore what he had just said, before asking him how long he’ll be in your town for.

“Just a few more days, we’ve got a busy month so it’s like a little break for us. Are you from here?”

“Yeah, but my friends aren’t.” You say, looking across the room to where they stood, blushing at every word Sam said.

“They seem to like my brother.” He chuckled.

“He’s their favourite, Bethany even has him as her lockscreen.”

“And who’s your favourite, darling?” He asks, tilting his head slightly, thinking he knew what the answer would be- yet you were about to surprise him.

“I don’t have a favourite. I love you all equally.”

Jamie chuckled again, shaking his head.

“Don’t lie to me sweetheart, I don’t like liars.” He said, a little quieter than before, a wide smirk on his lips as you were lost for words.

“Well, maybe there is an exception,” you say, also quietly, before realising the shift in atmosphere. Sensing the tension between the two of you, you quickly changed the conversation topic. “There’s a great bar in the town, y’know. I know you don’t drink anymore, but they do non-alcoholic cocktails. You should check it out before you leave.” You say, a sweet smile creeping on your lips as you find the place on your phone and show him.

“And will you be there?” He asks.

“Maybe I will.” You say, slipping your phone back into the pocket of your jeans.

It was time for you to leave so the next group could meet the band, so Jamie asked you for a hug- which you couldn’t refuse- before thanking you for coming out to see them and also for your recommendation of the bar.

You and your friends left with the biggest smiles on your faces, they told you about how Sam called smiled at them and called them both “sweetheart”, you wouldn’t dare to tell them about the way Jamie would look at your lips, how his hand lingered on your waist after the final hug or the way he spoke to you, creating a heavy tension that you quite enjoyed to tell the truth.

They also didn’t know that you were off to (hopefully) meet him again tonight.

When you got to the bar, you went to get a drink as you expected you would have to wait a while to see if Jamie would turn up or not. You felt stupid for not asking for his number, if you did and he didn’t give it to you then you would’ve felt even sillier.

“That’ll be 3.99 please.” The bartender said, placing the drink down in front of you.

As you reached into your bag to find your credit card, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“I’ll pay, darling.” Said a familiar voice.

Jamie!

“You came?” You said with a smile as you turned to face him.

“Don’t sound so surprised, sweetheart.” He chuckled, “I was hoping you’d turn up, I’ve had to miss an interview to come here.”

“You didn’t have to-”

“I’m only here for two more days, I’ll be doing tons of interviews whilst we’re on the road. Missing one won’t hurt.”

The two of you spent over an hour at the bar, ordering countless drinks (non-alcoholic!) and getting to know each other. You had discussed your favourite movies, bands, tv shows, albums… you had found out you have quite a few things in common, and that you were also total opposites at the same time.

There was no denying that you got along very well, there was never an awkward silence or a moment where you wished to be doing something else, unless-

“So,” Jamie said, almost hesitating before asking you, “would you maybe like to come back with me, go somewhere a bit more comfortable? Our tour bus is only about 10 minutes away?”

“That sounds fun,” you said with a grin, “will the others be there?”

“They’ll be getting back soon… Why do you ask, love?”

“No reason,” you smirk, “I’ve always wanted to see what those buses look like.”

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Jamie paid for all your drinks and you made your way back to his tour bus, you were glad to see the other guys weren’t back yet- although it would have been nice to meet them.

“There’s so much space in here!” You gasped, looking around.

“I know, our last one wasn’t as big as this. We got quite lucky this time.” He said, a smile on his face.

“So,” you begin, sitting down beside Jamie, “where else are you going-”

You were interrupted by the door opening- the others were back.

You felt quite disappointed, you hoped that you and Jamie would’ve had a chance to resolve some of that tension from earlier.

“Jamie?” Roland gave Jamie a look to say ‘who is this?!’

“Oh, this is y/n, we met at the meet and greet, I bumped into her again earlier and, well, now she’s here!” Jamie said, giving you a quick look as if to say ‘go along with it!’

You nodded your head.

“It’s nice to meet you.” You said with a smile, although the others seemed to be discussing something else now.

“We’re going out for drinks soon, do you want to join us?” Sam asked you and Jamie.

You shake your head slightly as Jamie tells him you’ll both stay here, and they were quick to leave again.

“It was nice meeting you, y/n.” Sam smiled as he left, you thought about how jealous your friends would be when you tell them all about this.

But now that you and Jamie were alone again, your mind only went to one place.

You couldn’t take your eyes away from the way his hair sat messily atop his head, or the way his muscles in his arms flexed as he stretched, his tattoo peaking through his half-buttoned up shirt. You felt your face flush, it was surely a deep pink by now. You had to get up.

“What’s this?” You ask, looking at the notebook that sat on the table.

“Our tour diary,” said Jamie, “you can look through it if you want. We always write in it when we’re on tour, and even put some pictures in there if we can be bothered.” He chuckled.

You looked through it, unaware of his presence behind you. He looked over your shoulder, watching you flip through the book.

As you turned the page over, you accidentally knocked the pencil beside it onto the floor.

You bent down to pick it up, flinching in surprise as you felt your ass press against something.

Jamie?!

Oh shit.

You didn’t know what to do, you were definitely bright red in the face now.

You felt Jamie’s hand on your hip as you got back up, placing the pencil back on the table.

Something in the air had changed at that moment. You turned around to apologise to him, but as you looked up at him you saw how his pupils had dilated, his lips slightly parted, his hand was still on your hip.

“Jamie, I’m-”

“Shh…” He placed a finger on your lips as he leaned down, placing a delicate yet needy kiss on your neck.

He then replaced his finger with his lips as he kissed you with nothing but pure desire, he needed you, almost as much as you needed him.

He had you pushed up against the table, your hand tangling in his hair as his tongue slipped into your mouth. You gave it a gentle tug and he let out a deep groan against your lips.

Jamie helped lift you onto the table as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer to you- all without breaking the kiss.

“Do you want this?” He asked between kisses.

“Yes- fuck yes.” You whined, feeling the way his hips bucked into yours.

You gasped as you felt his hand sliding down your stomach, stopping at the waistband of your jeans. He was quick to unbutton and unzip them, sliding them down your legs along with your underwear. Your hands came up to unbutton his shirt, thankfully there weren’t many to undo and the fabric soon fell to the floor. His hands grabbed the hem of your top, pulling over your head in one tug and throwing it to the side, leaving you in just a bra, and Jamie in his jeans.

Jamie’s lips trailed sloppy, wet kisses down your body, from your jaw, to your collarbone, to above your bra, your stomach, then he stopped just above where you needed him the most.

He placed his hands on your thighs, spreading them apart as he kneeled between them. He took in the sight of you- you would have usually felt quite insecure in this position, but he looked at you as if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

He ran his thumb through your slick folds, parting them slightly before teasing your clit in small circles. You bite your lip, holding back a moan as your nails dig into his shoulder.

He soon had his face buried in your cunt, his mouth working your sensitive nub as his fingertip grazed your hole, gently slipping it in. You let out a moan, followed by his name, before realising-

“Fuck- Jamie, what if anyone comes back?” You panic, getting ready to push him away, but he doesn’t move. Instead, he slips another finger into you, his eyes meet yours and he says,

“They won’t, darling. It’s okay.” He quickly reassures you before returning his lips to your messy cunt, suckling your clit with more force than before. You rake your fingers through his hair, the pleasure he gave started to become too much, you could feel it on your stomach.

“I think… Jamie, I think I’m about to-”

“That’s okay, baby. Cum all over my fingers, that’s right, good girl.” He talked you through your high, your cunt pulsed around his fingers as your thighs trembled. You threw your head back, screwing your eyes shut as you grabbed Jamie’s shoulders, the wave of euphoria rushing through your veins. “Good girl.” He repeated, placing a kiss on your thigh as his fingers slipped out of your pulsing hole.

“Oh my god.” You gasped, grinning lazily at him as he stood up.

“Was it that good?” He chuckled, if you weren’t completely blissed out in that moment then you surely would’ve slapped him (playfully of course!)

You looked down to see the tent in his jeans, you reached out to help him undress but instead he helped you up and led through to what must have been the bedroom. There were 5 beds, they all had curtains around them for privacy. Cute.

Jamie pushed you down onto one of the beds, you hoped it was his. You shuffled back a little, your head resting against the pillows as he undressed, before joining you on the bed. You instantly pulled him down, crashing your lips into his once more.

“I’m on the pill.” You say between kisses as you reach down, taking his cock into your hand.

You give him a few pumps, before he takes your wrists, pinning them above your head and whispering in your ear,

“They stay there. Understand?”

You nod your head.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” He says, you feel the tip of his cock rub against your folds, your body shudders due to the overstimulation.

He positions himself, lining his cock up with your slick hole before beginning to push inches of himself inside.

You whimper, half from the burning stretch of your walls, half from frustration. You wanted to hold him against you, run your fingers through his hair, claw your nails at his back to relieve the pain.

He let out a groan as you feel him fully inside you, your walls clench around him involuntarily and he screws his eyes shut, you loved the way he filled you up.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groans, beginning to thrust his hips, fucking in and out of you, “when was the last time you were fucked like this?”

“Last year,” you gasp, “mm- but he wasn’t as good as you.”

“That’s right, darling,” he says, his hand sliding up from your waist to your throat, “no one else can fuck you like this.”

His other hand pushed down on your lower stomach, creating a delicious pleasure that made you squirm around on the bed.

“Stop moving, baby.” He said, his pace getting quicker and quicker.

“Jamie,” you whimpered, “please… I need to touch you.”

“Go on then, you can move sweetheart.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down and capturing his lips in a rough kiss. You wanted to be as close to him as possible, as if he wasn’t literally inside you.

“I’m close, darling.” He told you, although you guessed when you felt his cock twitch inside you.

“Me too,” you whimpered, feeling the pressure in your belly building, as if you were about to burst, “cum inside me, please.”

“Are you begging for my cum, love?” He chuckled, his thrusts beginning to get sloppier.

“Fuck- I am.” You grinned, your eyes screwing shut as you came undone again with a loud moan, one which sounded rather pornographic.

It didn’t take long for Jamie to finish either, not with the way your walls pulsed around him. You felt the warmth of his seed rush into you, painting your walls, leaving you feeling even fuller. It felt perfect.

Jamie moved the two of you around, so you were now on top of him, his cock still stuffed inside you as you lay on his chest. You both catch your breath, coming down from your highs together- but your heart starts to race again as you hear the sound of a door slamming shut. Followed by a,

“Jamie, what the fuck man?!” It was Tristan. “Don’t tell me you two fucked in here-”

“I think I’m going to be sick!” Roland groaned.

[doublesunsets]

Tag game!

Post your lockscreen, wallpaper, last song, and last picture of an animal or something pretty.

Hey @ithillia that lockscreen is terrifying, I love it! Thank you for the tag 💞

My lockscreen right now is from an old otome game that I downloaded again, and I’m not obsessed at all or anything (liar) and my wallpaper is basically ✨aesthetic✨

My last song is, well—

And the last pic of an animal/something pretty, 2-in-1 like the shampoo!

My head is killing me rn and I can’t decide who to tag, but if anyone wants to pls feel free and let me know!

[adasknife]

Oh my gosh ur post ab aeon shippers on twt😭😭they posted my tiktok on there trying to cook me with absolutely zero counter arguments LOL

ur post was soooo right like I personally don't think Ada cares for Leon much in the remakes. But aeon shippers constantly try and prove that she does and use it as an excuse that she's a good person while DISREGARDING the actual good stuff she did such as her switching the bombs off because she respected Luis enough to honor his dying wish of saving Leon and Ashley. And also urging him to leave after he gives her the suppressant so he isn't in danger and can carry out his wish

Like so many 'Ada lovers' don't love Ada they love the ship and they project onto people who don't ship them by saying we're self inserting when actually it's them.Like they were saying that ab me on twt I don't even like Leon much in 4remake😭

no cause like, it so utterly stupid that the line of defense of aeon ship is either: you want to dick ride leon and you hate ada for being a girl boss.

or

haven't you seen the og aeon?

okay? they peaked in re2 og and immediately tanked in re4 og when those idiots were suddenly were star-crossed lovers. this dumb ship would've worked if it was slow burn and if the fans weren't too horny for it or liars about their ship.

THEY DONT EVEN TALK ABOUT OG AEON! they talk a bit og 4, og 6 and damnation in parts. only remembering ada's lipstick stain in the letter but NOT remembering ada pushed the button to explode the island. or how she always points a gun on him.

like it was either sexy time with ada and leon (only thing canon), leon having a picture of ada in his phone as his lockscreen (not canon), ada writing a love confession to leon (also not canon) in re6.

they want to connect og and non-canon to remake and that's what's messing with their heads.

and SUDDENLY, when things don't make sense for them, they say:

look how much leon care for her.

help! where? a smirk? calling a keychain cute? a stare? or let's talk about pitting girls against girls. making claire constantly jealous against ada, ada being jealous of ashley. or how the male gaze side of the fandom pits the girls if they are prettier than ada.

some people don't give a shit about ada until this ship is under the fire, and it's EMBARRASSING to see a bunch ada icons only defend leon and only ready to call ada hot and be done for the day.

ada is only meant for leon to some people. she is rejecting luis because leon. she is helping sherry and jake for leon. she is working against leon... for leon?

but their logic, they should dick ride ada a bit more and ignore leon for a couple of days.

[lovelockscreen]

Faz lockscreens da Kim So-Hyun no K-Drama My lovely Liar pfvr? Algo bem cute 😚

Claroo, desculpe a demora, aqui está XX fiz algo bem fofinho e cute, espero que goste <3

Obrigada por pedir <3

[designlockscreen]

Camila Cabello | First man

[tadpole-san]

sleeping beauty ; j.t.

pairing(s): jason todd x female!reader, established relationship

warning: non, just fluff in general (for once!) and two people who love each other being snarky at one another

a/n: don’t ask me why, or how, but I was just struck with the urge to write for my boy Jay - probably because this tumblr is severely lacking in him - and so this one shot was born in under half an hour and at nearly one in the morning. I also typed the entirety of this on my phone which was not a recommended experience

“You’re sleeping.”

The blatant amusement in Jason’s voice is enough to get your brows to furrow slightly, and you mutter an indignant “No, m’not,” without even bothering to open your eyes.

It’s then that the rhythmic clicking of what you assume to be one of your boyfriend’s guns comes to a stop. He’s been cleaning it for the past half hour - you’re not sure if it’s been the same firearm - but it’s a routine process that’s enough to have pulled you into a light doze, at most. Even in your head, you adamantly refuse to admit that you’d been falling asleep.

The floorboards creak and the mattress dips as you feel even more than hear Jason sit next to you. At your behest, your oh-so-loving boyfriend set up the air mattress for you just hours prior.

Before he proceeded to jump on it the second you finally settled down on it, and all but launched you three feet in the air. He still hadn’t managed to earn your total forgiveness for that stunt.

“Hey.” His voice is practically a low croon that glides rather than cuts through the silence. The sound of him makes you hum appreciatively, lips tugging up into an automatic smile. “You-“ and now he begins emphasizing each word with a kiss up your arm, all the way up to your shoulder, “-are totally asleep.”

When he lightly blows on the back of your neck, you finally react by turning over slightly and making a face at him. “I’m totally awake,” you retort, despite the words coming out as more of a slur than separate vowels. To make your point, you manage to wave the phone that’s still positioned in front of your face at him. “See? I’m on Instagram.”

Jason plucks the device out of your hand, the screen long since darkened. He pretends to hum contemplatively as he switches it on, the sight of your lockscreen bringing an almost boyish grin to his face. He probably thinks you don’t see it, especially through half-lidded eyes, but you do. And you’re glad, because it feels like a treasure.

“Liar,” he tells you, his eyes still not straying from the screen as his thumb absently brushed a strand of hair out of your eyes. You don’t even need to look to know that your wallpaper is a photo from one of your first dates, after you’d gotten the nerve to ask him out to a fair that had been set up down at Gotham Pier. At the time, you had managed to ambush him with the selfie before he could stop you, the moment where he tried to lunge for you after he’d gotten chocolate smeared on himself from indulging in the sugary goodness of churros with you forever frozen in time. “You stopped swiping on the screen twenty minutes ago, babe.”

“You don’t know that,” you insist, blindly reaching up to take a hand through the white streak at his forehead and nearly poking his eye out in the process. His hand finds yours, then, calloused fingers and scarred knuckles covering your own. Playfully, you wiggle your fingers at them and he holds them still so he can press a kiss to your palm.

“Uh huh, princess. Sure I don’t.”

“I’m not a princess,” your protest, but there’s no heat behind the words. Jason quirks an eyebrow at that, a smirk gracing his features. He folds an arm behind his head and offers the other one for you to lay on. You’re quick to take him up on that offer, pushing your pillow to the side.

“You’re my princess,” he says simply. His lips brush against your forehead, and you scoot closer into his side. “My own Sleeping Beauty right now, yeah?”

And it’s hard to argue with that when you can already feel your eyes start to slide shut again, the repeated motions of his fingertips massaging your scalp lulling you back into a deeper rest. You do, however, manage to utter a final only because you asked nicely at him.

This time, you don’t see Jason’s expression. He’s staring at you like you’re all the stars in his world, and he knows he can do it because you won’t see.

“Go to sleep, babe. I’ll be here.”

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[stealanity]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀[ kim sunwoo ] ꕤ color palette

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀i'll never finish falling in love with you.

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in which...⠀⠀⠀y/n lives in a colorless world. for her, red and blue are just some words with no senses. she doesn’t understand when people tell her to add some green tones here and there in her painting, or when her teacher asks her to read the orange text on her book. but things change when she asks sunwoo to be the subject of her final task.

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paring : sport student!sunwoo x cinema student!fem. reader

genre : stangers to lovers, social media!au (& some texts), pure fluff, angst

warnings : illness for the reader, swearing sometimes, mentions of alcohol and suggestive will be in this as well but i’ll mark the chapters when we get there!

statut : finished !

a/n : hello there,,, its my first smau here omg. i was soooo inspired and i really want to make an imagine with my lil ray of sunshine : kim sunwoo!! i really hope yall will like it, it’s kind of inspired of color rush (even if i didnt see the drama.. i only know the synopsis.) i wanna tell you too that english isn’t my first language, so, if i make any mistakes, do not hesitate to tell me in dm, or, in an ask!

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MASTERLIST !

profils : 1 & 2

groupchat

001 : final task

002 : the weirdo

003 : yes!

004 : not really a jerk

005 : rainbow

006 : i can't see the colors

007 : first day of filming

008 : photo studio

009 : sunwoo's hair

010 : two pretty best friends

011 : zzzz

012 : sleeping

013 : photoshoot

014 : maybe

015 : favorite person

016 : a little more special

017 : sunwoo is sick

018 : almost

019 : run eric!

020 : liar

021 : fix it, y/n

022 : prettiest lips

023 : beach trip

024 : take a break

025 : half-drunk, half-tired

026 : berry

027 : birthday party?

028 : stop that

029 : feelings

030 : sunwoo day !

031 : that certain person

032 : hi girlfriend

033 : new lockscreen

034 : best friends time

035 : difficult day

036 : comfort boy

037 : getting back together

( part one ) 038 : please come

( part two ) 038 : distraction

039 : berry day

040 : color palette

epilogue : whats your favorite color?

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀thanks yall for reading my smau with sunwoo !

[arhvste]

❝ eyeliner ❞

kuroo x reader — in which you beg your boyfriend to let you do his eyeliner : x gn reader

“does that not hurt?” kuroo’s voice perked up in curiosity as he glanced over the screen of your phone. a tutorial was currently playing, one of the quick ones on instagram you were mindlessly scrolling through to be more specific.

“no? well, i don’t think so anyway.” you reply, eyes glued to the luminous screen of your phone.

“huh” he mumbled to himself as he continued to watch the video over your shoulder.

you were about to scroll to the next video before an idea struck inside of you. eyes flickering up at your boyfriend who was certainly none the wiser, a small smile tugged at your lips before you shut your phone off and turned to face him, puzzling the bed head who’s lap you were currently sat on.

“tetsurō,” you began softly and kuroo raised an eyebrow. “i think, you would look good with eyeliner.”

‘flattery will you anywhere’ you mentally stated before smiling softly at him as he considered your previous statement.

“i look good with anything,” he teased, boyish grin gracing his face. “but,” he sighed, glancing over towards your vanity mirror. “i think maybe you could convince me to try it.”

you sighed and brushed the hair out of his face. his eyes softened as they met yours as he found comfort in your soft touch. “please?” you pleaded, praying your eyes were as soft looking as his.

“my price is a bit higher than just a few pleads.” he smirked at your attempts of begging.

“what if i kiss you?” you asked, thumb grazing over his cheekbone.

“then maybe i’ll let you get draw on my face, you’ll have to do it to find out though.”

you laughed shortly before leaning in, hot breath fanning over his face. you pressed a quick but still very much loving kiss to his lips before pulling away, hands still cupping the sides of his face as he looked at you with his adoring eyes.

“hmmm, i suppose i can do some charity work, and lend you my face as your drawing pad.”

“idiot,” you huffed, flicking his ear as he cackled. “it’s just two small details to your eyes, it’s hardly drawing all over your face.”

still happy he was obliging, you got up and grabbed an eyeliner off your vanity desk before hopping back onto the bed to straddle your awaiting victim.

“hold still” you muttered, brushing the hair out of his face with one hand, eyeliner close to his face with the other. his hands looped around your waist holding you still as you carefully lined up the liquid pen to his eyes.

within just a matter of seconds, kuroo was already snickering and fidgeting uber your touch, the small end of the eyeliner setting his nerves off.

“stop!” you whined pulling away as he visably relaxed at the lack of contact from the cosmetic product.

“you’re the one tickling me” he challenged back as his fidgeting stopped.

“not purposely! now stop it or i won’t kiss you for the rest of the day.”

“we both know that’s a lie but whatev-”

his voice cut off at the sight of your soft glare and small frown.

“okay, okay.” he shrugged in defence, before realaxing back under your touch as you smiled and leaned in.

he winced a little when you applied the product to his face once more, but after a few moments he grew accustomed to the weird feeling and did his best to be the perfect canvas for you.

the eye that wasn’t currently being worked on peeped open for a brief moment and he was so glad it did. the sight of your concentrated face and tongue poking out ever so slightly made his heart flutter. you were just too cute.

he smiled and opened his eyes as you pulled away to study the job on his first eye. a warm feeling spread through him as you hummed in satisfaction before telling his to shut his eyes again so you could work on his other eye.

going through the same process once more, you carefully drew the small but effective details on his eye, making sure to match it as evenly to the other as you could.

pulling away once more, you smiled priding yourself with your good job.

“open you eyes.” you instructed as kuroo obliged.

you sighed as you closed the liner securely and dropped it on your comforter as you messed about with his hair to try and keep the bang away from his eye.

“am i prettier than you?” he joked as you stared at his face, studying your attempt.

“actually,” you breathed out, pulling him off the bed and towards the vanity. “i think you just might be.”

leading kuroo over to the mirror, you stood back so he could analyse himself and his new look. you bit the inside of your cheek as you awaited his final verdict, eyes focused waiting for his reaction.

“i think i like this.” he muttered to himself, moving the obnoxious hair out of his face so he could study both eyes.

he turned to face you before pulling you back over to the bed where his phone was still laying. picking it up, he opened the camera and took candid photos of the two of you much to your objection.

“tetsurō, take them of yourself! i don’t wanna be in it!” you hissed trying to avoid the focus of his phone. “but i need my makeup artist in the photo with me, or who else is going to take credit?” he whined holding you close to him as you struggled to break free from him.

you sighed and gave into his demands, leaning on his chest as he smiled smugly, aiming the front lens of his phone at the two of you. he smirked as you gave a soft smile for the first few shots. the others were just him pulling obnoxious faces as you could be seen sighing in the photos.

scrolling through the photos, kuroo smiled to himself as he selected the ones he wanted to send to bokuto before choosing one to set as his new lockscreen.

“why that one!” you complained as kuroo set a particular photo as his new lockscreen. he was seen smirking in the photo as you pulled a sympathetic expression except the sympathy for certainly for yourself.

“because,” he smiled, switching his phone off and back on again to admire the new wallpaper. “you’re so pretty in this one.”

you scoffed but let the butterflies in your stomach go off anyway. “you say that about every photo.”

“because it’s true. you think my grandparents raised a liar?” he teased, enjoying the reactions from you as he teased.

“no, but they somehow raised an idiot.” you shot back, settling back into his lap as your arms looped over his shoulders.

“yet, who’s the real idiot, falling for one themselves?” he smirked, hands finding home around your waist once more.

“shut up.” you mumbled, leaning in close once more. you studied his eyes once more before looking over his whole face. yeah, you really did fall for an idiot. your idiot.

leaning in, you pressed your lips onto his once more as his hands travelled up your back holding you closer to him. pulling away, you sighed softly before pressing one last kiss to his cheek.

“i knew you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from kissing me again.” he proudly stated as you rolled your eyes before smiling adoringly at him.

he was an idiot, he was a pretty one at the very least and the one you indefinitely had in fact fell for.

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