#none just feels right atm

[disdaidal]

So freaking pissed off that there are about 5000 different things I want to gif at the moment, but no energy whatsoever to do that. (>.<)

I have time. Which should be perfect. Just no... motivation to do any of that, you know? It annoys me.

[benetnvsch]

i genuinely have No idea when you sleep ive known you for ages and i still dont have a single clue of your time zone it is so bizarre to me you are basically a cryptid

This is so funny to me help,, I love the idea of being some mysterious cryptid,, always awake,,,

But ,, I’m afraid the boring answer is just I do Not Have a sleep schedule anymore. most of the sleep I get is from little naps I take throughout the day + night so im like,, always awake but somehow also always asleep

[dudethatsmyundeaduncle]

Y'all heard that song "one of your girls" by Troye Sivan its Pining TimKon coded. Cuz like:

"Give me a call if you ever get lonely I'll be like one of your girls or your homies Say what you want, and I'll keep it a secret You got the key to my heart, and I need it Give me a call if you ever get desperate I'll be like one of your girls"

[intotheelliwoods]

its either I return to aggie, or I power through csp.....

or a secret third option. new artstyle (?)

HEY BTW DRAWING A 2AL UPDATE ON CSP FOR THE FIRST TIME IS HORRIFYING

[maplesyrupsainz]

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙private, not a secret | MV1˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: max verstappen x wife!reader y/n (she/her)

genre: social media au, established/secret relationship

warnings: very fluffy :))

summary: in which you and your husband like to keep things on the low so much so that none of his fans know about the family you have together

a/n: i luv this req tbh i lowkey luv writing kids in it's sooo cute im lowkey broody af atm too 😭 helllll

request!!!: Hi!! Could I request an smau with max where he has a secret family or something idk I just think it could be really cute !

fc: various blonde girls from pinterest

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maxverstappen1 yessss!!! whatever that means

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charles_leclerc tell y/n we want her at the next race please

maxverstappen1 she will come if the babysitter is free 👍

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maxverstappen1 she said she'll think about it 🧠

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user13 Urmmmmmmm did you guys see the deleted comment

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there is always going to be rumours ahout my relationship considering we keep things to ourselves, neither of us find it necessary to comment on them very often. *laughs* i've never heard anyone say i'm hiding y/n, no. we have always been private but never ever a secret and that's how it will remain for the most part

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user21 NOOOO WAYYYYY

user22 this is so so so so precious

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[dinogoofymutated]

ik you just wrote for Kurt but if I could request some sfw headcanons for him? 👉🏽👈🏽 he'd be such a cuddly man especially with that tail of his

Sfw! Nightcrawler/GN!Reader

YES OFC!!! I was just thinking about this !! With how cuddly he was in the latest episode it had me all giddy and shit AAUGHH!! THIS MAN!!!

I also may or may not have gotten carried away with the fic half of this because I'm actually in love with him.

-Ps- @bl1ngringz You sent an ask for more Kurt, and I'm working on more but I figured I'd tag you in this one!

TWs: none that I can think of atm.

Touch is 100% one of Kurt’s love languages. If you're close to him, he's going to be touching you in one way or another

He really likes to wrap his tail around your waist to pull you closer to him, and it's always surprising because how is his tail that strong?? The sensation of his tail being wrapped around you in one shape or form starts to become such a comforting sensation.

If you're anxious and picking and your fingers in a social situation, he'll take hold of your hand and press a kiss to your palm, and if you're less comfortable with pda, he'll snake his tail in between your hands instead. Afterwards he always checks your hands and cuticles, just in case.

Sometimes he'll have really rough days and will just really need you to hold him. He'll teleport you out of your office if he feels like you've been gone too long and he starts to worry about you. It's surprising at first, but you quickly get over it when the furball snuggles into you, quietly pouting about how long you've been gone. It's easy to tell other things are on his mind, but you know he enjoys the silence when you choose not to press him, and simply hold him tightly.

Kurt isn't just a cuddle bug. He's a cuddle MONSTER. On the couch? He'll plop down on top of you, falling asleep on you like a cat who only ever manages to fall asleep right when you need to pee. In bed? Again, no pee breaks. He usually has such a tight grip on you, only able to fall asleep buried in your arms. It doesn't matter how hot it is, if you roll away he'll feel bad. He knows you don't hate him and that you're just moving in your sleep but :( come back. He can't sleep without you!

You wouldn’t consider yourself a morning person, but sometimes you’d wake up and simply be too restless to fall back asleep. Sometimes it was anxiety, other times excitement, but today you woke up simply content. Kurt’s arms were wrapped around you loosely, which was a surprise. He’s normally fully wrapped around you, limbs tangled tightly with your own, tail wound around your wrist, ankle, or hand in his sleep. You smile as you turn around, brushing hair out of his face. He doesn’t even stir, nor lean into the warmth of your hand. You’d be freaking out if it weren’t for his steady breathing, but the two of you had a rough couple of days. If he’s sleeping this deeply, he deserves the rest.

It’s easy to slide out of his arms, quietly padding out of the bedroom barefooted. You flinch when you reach the cold wood floors of the hallway, early spring still inconsistent with its bouts of cold weather. After quietly closing the door, you make your way to the living room on the search for a pair of slippers. You had a bad habit of losing them, sometimes stealing Kurt’s instead, but you find yours set aside neatly. You smile as you slip them on, knowing that you most certainly weren’t the one who put them there.

It’s still dark outside when you start to preheat the oven, and you know you must be up way too early. You laugh a little, with how early Kurt tends to rise, you can only imagine the time. You glance at the oven clock and notice it’s a little after 5 am. You grimace just a little, deciding to ignore it for now. Might as well make breakfast.

You feel like you’ve forgotten how to make breakfast food. Kurt always manages to beat you to it, waking you up in the morning with the smell of coffee and baked goods. You used to feel bad about it, telling him that he didn’t have to. That he didn’t have to go through with the effort. You felt guilty about such a simple thing, feeling like an inconvenience to him. That feeling didn’t last long, however. Kurt had insisted that you were worth the effort, worth his love, and much more. You don’t fight him on it anymore, having taken over lunch preparations instead. He still tries to beat you to that too, though. It’s become a competition as of late, and you smile in a giddy manner, excited to see his pout when he realizes you managed to beat him to breakfast.

    The sun has risen by the time you’ve finished the biscuits and set them out to cool. You’re scrambling some eggs when a tail wraps around your waist and a warm chest presses against your back. Kurt nuzzles into your shoulder, pressing a chaste kiss to the skin. 

    “Guten morgen.” His morning voice is groggy, and to be honest, he sounds like he’s about to fall back asleep right here in the kitchen, holding onto you like a pillow.

“Good morning,” You giggle, turning your head to kiss him sweetly. He’s pouting when you pull away, leaning his cheek on your shoulder.

“You weren’t in bed when I woke up.” Kurt mopes. You mimic his pout with a poorly hidden smile, kissing him a few more times. They were chaste, as you didn't want to get distracted and burn the eggs.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t sleep, and I didn't want to wake you up.” You turn your attention back to the eggs in the pan, and Kurt sighs dramatically at your words, beginning to smile a bit himself. You see an arm sneakily reach over to take the spatula out of your hands, but you’re quick to hold it away from him. He smiles widely when he’s caught, pulling you flush to his chest as he tries to snatch it again with his other hand.

“No!” You giggle. “Kurt, stop it! I’m not letting you finish the eggs!” You may have the willpower to keep the spatula away, but Kurt still has the upper hand with longer arms and an extra limb. His laughs are infectious and he fights you for the utensil.

“Penance, then! For leaving me in a cold bed, I could have gotten sick, you know?” You gasp as Kurt manages to slip the spatula from your grasp. He rejoices in victory, holding it above your head as he turns back to the eggs. He kisses you on the cheek, holding you squarely in his grasp as he finishes breakfast for you, as he always does.

Today was a good morning indeed.

[with-my-calamitous-love]

YOUR HEART WAS GLASS, I DROPPED IT ❆

katsuki bakugou x reader

on a cold winter night, you open the door for your warm, ex boyfriend katsuki.

part 2/2. i’m sorry tumblrs not letting me link anything atm :(

inspired by champagne problems

katsuki booked his flight home at night for a reason.

it was dark, meaning no one really would be out. he wanted to be alone and sit there in his hurt. he wasn’t sure what he hated more- the bustling crowds or silent sleepers. both of them had a clear absence of you.

the winter chill seeps into his bones as he waits outside your door. after the phone hangs up, we anxiously wonders if you’ll even answer it. its -26°, and he can only imagine your bundled up in there. its the place he left you standing before hoping on a plane and abandoning what he had with you.

he’s about to turn away, before he hears your voice. “get in here, it’s freezing.”

he immediately obliges, stepping into the familiar space. crimson eyes stare at you, noticing your different appearance. you’ve cut your hair and pierced your ears. theres an ache in his chest seeing you for the first time again. suddenly the apartment began to feel much warmer.

“your hair. its… shorter.” he awkwardly mutters like a teenage boy asking you to a dance.

“uh, yeah. i wanted a change.” you chuckle, no less uncomfortable than him.

he wants to take your hand, but he’s scared he’ll drop it again. your place was cozy, yet crestfallen. he remembered you told him you never particularly enjoyed living alone. you lead him to the living room. there, he sees your cats cuddling, slightly jealous of the companionship they share.

its here he notices that its still chilly, albeit not as cold as outside. he quickly clutches his hands around the warm cup of tea you bring him, taking in the mundane sounds of your apartment. leftovers on the stove, the dripping of the sink, and the soft snores of your feline companions.

“sorry, my heaters still broken.” you apologetically quip, sitting down next to him on the couch. katsuki mentally facepalms himself for that. he said he’d fix it for you before he left.

“yeah. guess i forgot about that.” he says, barely looking you in the eye. if he was gonna break up with you, leave you stranded and hop on a flight out of the country, you think the least he could do is make sure you stayed warm- but no.

“why didn’t you get it fixed yourself?” he asks, his usual gruff voice replaced by a particular softness for you.

you just shrug. “i don’t know. i never got around to it. winter came early.”

the both of you remember when you first got together. he told his family for a reason. he was so excited, saying he found the one. a few months later, no one was celebrating.

love slipped beyond his reaches the day he began doubting himself. he wasn’t good enough for you. becoming the #1 hero in his country only made him wonder more about his worth. he could barely give a reason towards the break up, instead spewing out that he needed to think things through instead.

“..how was your trip?” you break the silence, though you know the answer. his trip was great. the media wouldn’t shut up about it. about his parties and award shows, about the lives he saved and the talents he has. they particularly the people, more so the girls he was with. though you decided not to bring that part up.

he paused for a moment. he knew you would say something about it soon. he was being watched and photographed everywhere he went, which included a few girls who got some videos and pictures with him.

“it was exhausting, more than fun. you know all those girls only care about publicity and attention, none of it was real.” he sighs, taking a sip of his tea.

“i didn’t bring up girls.” you’re quick to remind him. though its nice how he’s so quick to assure any doubts you may have. “but… yeah. i figured as much.”

“you know nothing happened between me and anyone you saw, right?” he asks in a tone that makes it sound like it should be obvious- but its not. katsuki could have went home with someone else, done illicit drugs, drank and had unprotected sex, and it wouldn’t be any of your business.

“it… wouldn’t matter anymore if you did. we broke up before you left, remember?” you say.

theres nothing with katsuki’s memory. he thinks about that break up every damn night.

“um.. least you had kirishima with you.” you quip, just trying to lighten the mood. you get a genuine smile out of the blonde.

“yeah. shitty hair was annoying, as usual.” he chuckles fondly. only best friends can refer to each other like that.

shitty hair was also the guy that kept katsuki from doing something, or rather someone, he might regret. he knows his best friend and he knows where his feelings lie.

katsuki was midas. everything he touched turned to gold. and people adored him for it, revelling in the fame and fortune. but with that superpower comes consequences. not everything should b shiny and gold. sure, his midas touch on the chevy door looked beautiful, but you two could never actually drive it. your relationship shimmered and glistened, but it never went anywhere.

but for a moment, things were good. you’d laugh and smile with your group of friends- though after the breakup you believed you’d never say that word again. now, those friends have the nerve to deck the halls that katsuki once loved you in.

he never was ready, so you watched him go. neither of you just didn’t know the answer, even after begging him to stay on your knees.

you would have made such a lovely bride. what a shamed he’s fucked in the head. even though to him you were the real thing.

he still has your picture in his wallet. he wants to your hold hand dancing, and never leave you like he did ever again.

“…what happened to us, anyway?” he dares to ask, his whisper speaking volumes in the silence. he knows the answer. he knows why he did what he did. but you suppose he wants to know what you think.

“one moment you love me, and your promising to fix my heater… next thing i know, you’ve gotta think things through. and then you’re on a plane to los angeles.”

he flinches at that. kind of a dick move on his part, not explaining things and immediately fleeing the country afterwards. to be fair, it was a pr trip he had planned months before, but if that wasn’t the case he’d still book a spontaneous trip to alberta or somewhere, like the coward he is.

he feels the most guilt when you bring up the heater he said he’d fix. it wasn’t the only thing he promised you. he swore you’d always be loved, that you’d never be alone, and yet he couldn’t even give you a god damn warm apartment for the winter.

“i did love you.” he attempts to correct you, though you focus only on one word.

“did?” you ask, hesitantly.

he pauses again, realizing his slip up.

“…i do love you.”

you shake your head silently, eyes welling up with tears. one falls into your cup of tea. “don’t… don’t say that just to make me feel better, kats.”

but he’s not. he’s saying it because he means it. he’s saying it because he’s kept his mothers ring in his pocket, preparing for the moment he’ll make it your ring.

at this point, he can tell the cold is getting to you. your shaking slightly, your loose sweater respectfully doing nothing to shield you from the winter air. a broken heater neglected by a shitty ex-boyfriend is enough cold.

“you’re cold?” he asks. “no, i’m warm.” you answer sarcastically. its his fault for asking.

he debates on it for a moment. normally, he wouldn’t think twice before pulling you into his embrace. but now, he worries. he wonders if thats even what you want. his quirk keeps him warm enough, but you don’t have that. seeing your reaction to the bitter winter air pushes him to a decision.

“c’mere.”

maybe its the cold, the ache in your heart missing him, or some combination of both, but you don’t think twice before shuffling over to him on the couch as he wraps his arms around you. your head lays against his chest, listening to the rise and fall of his heartbeat and the warmth of his embrace.

god, he missed this. even the warmth of LA didn’t compare to holding you on a chilled night.

“you’re the worst.” you whisper, obviously still angry and heartbroken, yet still in his embrace. “i love you.”

those words feel like a confession. he takes it, both the proclamation of his faults and the admission that you still love him. both are true.

“i love you too, dumbass.” he says. “and i’m not just saying that.”

you perk your head up slightly, finally asking the million-dollar question: “..then why’d you break things off?”

he looks at you. he knows exactly why. but he’s not sure if he can break it to you yet. ultimately, he decides you deserve the truth.

with a sigh, he finally speaks. “i… i don’t know. i thought it would be better for you. i thought you’d be happier without me dragging you down, babe.”

you look into his red eyes and determine that he is, in fact, telling the truth- despite how fabricated it sounds. katsuki bakugou, the incredible #1 hero who was the best of the best, thought he wasn’t good enough?

yeah, thats exactly the case. because even through his heroic outside, katsuki wondered if you deserved more. or better.

he sees the confusion in your eyes and decided to explain his thoughts further. “i thought you’d be better off without me, with someone else. i thought you’d find someone better than me who didn’t have such a shitty personality, someone who you’d be better with.”

you shake your head, making sure he hears you. “i know you’ve been doubting yourself since you became #1… wondering if you’re good enough or not, but… i thought you’d at least know you’re good enough for me.”

its crazy to him how easy it was for his fears to die down if he had just talked to you in the first place. he’s learned his lesson.

so he nods, pressing a kiss and an “i’m sorry” to your forehead. you continue talking to him.

“you’re shitty, and you’re kind of an asshole.” you chuckle. “you’re also really sweet when it counts. you remember things about me. you fix things, i guess except for my heater… you’re good to me. you try. you try harder with me than with anything else in your life.”

he couldn’t help but smile a little at the truth in your words. even counting his time in UA, his relentless training to become a hero, katsuki tried the hardest to become better for you. “yeah. you make me wanna change.”

he presses his forehead to yours, just relishing in the newfound warmth. he’s happy, content.

“lets call it even.” you whisper, fingers intertwining with his. “i didn’t think i was good enough for you either.”

he almost scoffs at that. “you’re an idiot for thinkin’ that.”

you roll your eyes. “so are you.”

tags! 🫧

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[nothorses]

You've made a lot of really great posts about transmasc experiences and struggles, and they really resonate with me! So I guess I want to in complete earnest ask: why the push for 'transandrophobia' when anti-transmasculinity as a term has been around for longer and faces little friction by comparison? I don't really *dislike* transandrophobia, but its meaning gets muddied everywhere from different directions, while ATM is pretty direct and succinct I feel. It's very clear that it's about TRANSmasculine oppression. I'm not against having a dedicated term at all, but the content of our struggles gets lost in the weeds of attaching kind of understandably divisive terms like misandry and androphobia in an attempt to mirror a phenomenon very specifically about misogyny; it seems more trouble than it's worth considering ATM is right there

I'll be honest, this ask is confusing to me for a few reasons.

When I started talking about transandrophobia around the summer of 2020, the conversations I was encountering were very much, like, a handful of people across Twitter and Tumblr (literally, a handfull!). I picked up "transandrophobia" because it was one of two words I saw in use, and the other- "transmisandry"- felt much less clear and much more contentious. It seemed super obvious to me that people would draw a line from "men's rights activists" trying to push this idea that "misandry", as a systemic oppression of men by women, to "transmisandry", and assume some ill intent where there was none. It's confusing!

"Transandrophobia" was the better of two options being floated at the time, at least in any conversation I saw. "Anti-transmasculinity" was not really a term I'd been made aware of, if anyone at all was talking about it at the time.

I have seen people pick up "anti-transmasculinity" more recently (maybe in the last year?), and this is definitely the first I've seen someone shorten it to "ATM". The people I've seen use that term have been mostly people who seem really new to the conversation, and the vibe I've gotten has been very, like, "we're the Good Transmascs, our word isn't dirty and gross like those other Bad Transmascs everyone hates. you'll listen to us now that our word is Good and Pure, right?"

Which is like... kind of frustrating, and kind of sad, honestly. I think these people honestly believe that if they just choose the right word, all the people who've been dragging me and every other transmasc talking about these issues through the mud for the last 4 years or so will really just stop & listen. If they can just say it right, these people- who have been relentlessly harassing and spreading lies about every single transmasc who came before them for years now- will care what they have to say, and will be willing to engage with them in earnest, compassionate dialogue.

If you just find the right word, all of these people will care about your hurt, your pain, and the suffering of your community.

It kind of breaks my heart. It's an incredibly hopeful, kind, loving way to view the world. It's compassion and patience and forgiveness that these folks are not being given, but that they so badly want to offer to others.

And at the same time, it sucks to be the Bad Transmasc. It sucks to have fought so hard for so long, and for the people I've been fighting for all this time to turn around and say, "you're gross, and dirty, and evil, and everything you've done is a mistake." It sucks to see the people I've been fighting for agree with the people I've been fighting against, and shove me under the bus in an effort to appeal to the people running me over with it. Knowing that the bus is going to aim for them once it's done with me just makes it sadder, yknow?

@saint-speaks wasn't the first person to ever speak the word "transandrophobia", but he is the one who coined and popularized it in its current form. And then he was dragged through the mud so hard and so brutally that some people think I coined it, just because when I defended him (too little and too late, imo) I withstood the mud-dragging better than he did (and gee, I wonder white.)

And now people take for granted that everything everyone said about hymn to justify that frankly fucking evil harassment campaign was true, actually, and we should abandon the word he coined and find one with purer origins.

If you honestly think "anti-transmasculinity" is just a more practical word, that's fine. I don't care what word we use. But they're going to cover it in mud, too. They're going to cover every one of you in mud.

Will you keep fighting for "ATM" once they make it the new dirty, gross, bad, evil word? Will you keep fighting when they drag you and everyone else through the mud for using it? Or will you agree with them, make up a new word, and never look back?

Please don't let us drown in the mud. We've been fighting for you, and we want to fight with you. Please.

[piquochino]

Savior

Bridget Hearts 🩷 x fem reader

it's so shit I'm so sorry, but i feel like every idea just flees out of my head atm 🥲

"I will destroy you!" Uliana roared, preparing herself to run after Bridget. Eating too many flamingo feathers had its side effects, and it was about time she found out that when someone says 'don't do it' you simply listen.

It enraged you. She was so stupid, yet everyone feared her. How so? You'd never understand why they didn't stand up to her. What would she do? Run after you? It was all she was capable of, after all.

You needed to put a stop to her dumb frantics, so you stepped up with your dagger, holding it close to her neck.

"Oooo, we dont wanna do that, do we?" You grinned, basically threatening her with death. It was exciting, thrilling. Being just a step away from getting rid of someone, having that power over them. Being in a possession of their life thread, having the scissors steady in your hand. It was amusing to you. The goosebump on your skin shows from the rush you felt deep inside.

The dagger you held so close it was pinning her skin, making a slight dent. Her breath on hold. "I suggest you step away from our princess of hearts or you'll make an excellent sushi tonight, darling." You mirrored her peers' shocked expressions. None of them daring to step up to you. You were feared amongst them, being slightly older than the rest of the students, and kind of crazy too. It had its advantages having your twisted history behind.

"Marinated octopus. How does it sound?" Or would you like something last season? Shrimp pasta?" You smiled ominously, pricking the sharp end deeper in her neck, almost making it bleed. You could sense the blade cutting her first skin, making her immediately stumble back.

"You- You're mad!" She managed to yell out, holding her fresh wound before she took her turn, walking away, or should you say, basically running away. Your graceful dagger flew after her pinning itself right beside her head, trimming her friends hair in the process.

"Might be, just a little bit" you giggled, making the blade return to you with a swift wave of your hand. Turning yourself to the other group, you fixed your button-up shirt. Red and Chloe standing in awe at how well mannered you seemed even though you almost committed murder right in front of their eyes. Red thanking you internally for saving her mother. "But aren't we all?" You grinned, your cheshire cat-like smile making everyone around you blush. You were charming, to say the least, although it was not thanks to your name. "Look at that," you pouted, pointing at the shattered plate in front of you. "She wasted such good cupcakes. What a shame"

"Don't worry, Y/n, i think I have enough for everyone!" Bridget smiled brightly. "Thank you for your savior service" She bowed jokingly, giving you one of her famous smiles in return.

"And look at you cupcake, How could anyone not like you?" You waved your hands in the air, making her broken belongings whole again. Holding it our for her. "This plate was too pretty to be broken. Dont let yourself be broken, beautiful, " you winked before dissappearing into thin air. Red and Chloe blinking a couple of times to check if they saw right.

"Woah, who was that? Hot, sexy and amusing?" Red spoke up, getting a glare in return from both Bridget and Chloe. "I'm just saing" the girl threw her arms in the air in a defensive manner.

"That was Y/n. We don't really know much about her" Bridget dreamily explained, holding her beautifully decorated plate close to her chest.

"Only that she's done some horrible stuff. And she's kinda insane" Ella blabbered, rolling the cupcake trolley.

"It was for good!. And she's right, we're all mad here" Bridget butt in, snapping herself out of her daydreams.

" If you can call cutting someone's lim-"

"Ella, they don't have to know that" bridget laughed nervously, taking another plate from her trolley "She's not that bad how they make her out to be-here you go-" The pink haired princess walked around giving out more of her delicious cupcakes. "She is actually so nice-"

"She commits crime at least 3 times a week, and her go-to 'entertaining' hobby is watching people stumble and fall over this tree root" Ella butt in pointing at the object.

"But, she paints me pink roses and brings me many different ingredients for my sweets. Isn't that nice?" Bridget hummed, making red and chloe look at themselves

"Do you think what i think?" Red whispered to her fellow 'friend', the other just nodding her head.

-

"You know, I think you should ask Bridget out for castlecoming" Red blurted out while walking after/stalking you around the school.

"Yeah? Why is that so?" You giggled, holding a book about baking. You were currently at the library, just trying to make your way to the comfy corner made specifically for residents of the library. Unfortunately, you couldn't use it if you weren't reading a book of some sort. Hence why you took ahold of whatever, with intentions of taking a nap in the place.

"Well, you seem to be liking her, aaaand she seems to be liking you too" You laughed, you loved being in these kinds of situations.

"Well loves, what made you think I like this princess?" You looked up from your book, you let's be real, were not paying attention to. The question made them rethink everything.

"You-She-em" Chloe tried, but nothing made sense

"I guess she's alright" You grinned at their troubled expressions.

Princess of hearts was more than alright. She was everything and nothing at the same time. She was the air you breathed and the hard ground you walked on. She is like the ocean breeze early in the morning, the sunbeams lightly musking your face and the cold water splashing your body. She lit up the whole room with her bright eyes and cute smile. Like a walk through a rainy forest, she made you content and calm. Her delicate and soft features fairly contrast to your strong ones. It made you only more drawn to her.

"Wouldn't you want to take her out?"

"You're very persistent. interesting" you hummed "And why would I do that, Red my love?" You flew up from your comfortable place, spinning around doing flips. Red grimacing at the nickname, Chloe glaring at you "Chill Charming" The snort you let out made chloe burst out one of her own "I will take your mommy to the dance Red. Don't want her turning out evil, do we?"

"How do you-?"

"Well, I might have or have not overheard you twoooo, talking maybee" You flew circling them both, extra dragging your words making them annoyed "Aboouut an evil Queen who likes to behead people, whom also happened to be your mom and she sentenced your mom to death" You grinned spitting it all out in one breath "Crazy little woman"

"So now you know"

"Yeah, that's what I said. Are you deaf darling?" She was ready to jump you but got stopped by Chloe, thankfully. "I'm going, my children. I have to make a proposal for your mom now, do i?"

"Only my mom not hers!"

"Of course!" You laughed, dissappearing in the frame.

-

"Hello Bridget" You whispered into her ear appearing behind her. Your lips musking her skin. she stopped breathing for a hot second, staring intensively at her notebook. A beautiful yours heart shaped necklace with lots of cards and sweets drawn on the page. Her slender manicured fingers held onto a pencil, touching up some lines. "That is amazingly jaw-dropping." You kept on whispering

"Thank you" She whispered out herself, turning her head to the side. Her lips almost touching yours in the process. Her big brown eyes dropping down to your lips, then back up to your own enchanting ones.

"You know if you want to kiss me, you just have to ask" You leaned closer, bumping your noses together, giving her your biggest grin possible.

"What if i do?" Her sudden confidence made you stumble a bit back, but her quick grip on your collar dragged you in closer "...want to kiss you" she breathed out into your lips. you felt every bone in your body snap.

"Then we might just have to do that" You looked down on her lips, almost closing the blank space between you two if it weren't for the sudden yank of your shirt from the back.

"Please don't do that here" Red grimaced, secretly smirking when she saw you on the ground.

"Party pooper!" You floated up placing yourself between two girls. "Ohh, such a sunshine!" You threw your arm around Ella, the girl too stiff to shrug it off.

"Whatever"

"Sooooo, Ella tell me how's it going with little prince Charming" You grinned against her cheek, she blushed hard at the mention of him

"Did he ask you to the castle coming yet?" Bridget asked excitedly, almost pushing you off the bench.

"He did, but I'm not going. i think i made my point clear-"

"Oh c'monnnn. At least he asked you" Bridget pouted "I wish someone would ask me" the girl dragged, looking down on her drawing, popping her head on her palm. Red looked at you, raising her eyebrows.

"Cupcake" with just a single word everyone was looking at you, not a bit of your confidence faltering away. With a wave of your hand a pink rose appeared, well developed with only a single thorn and two leafs. "Could I take you to castle coming?" you asked in all seriousness, presenting her the rose. Her eyes widened at your gesture.

"Well, there weren't any roses for me, surely," Ella grinned, wiggling her eyebrows at the other girls.

"So what do you say, princess?" She threw her arms around your neck, engulfing you in a tight hug.

"Hell yes! I'd love it, actually. " She smiled widely, giving you a kiss on the cheek. You felt the blood rushing in you. You loved the feeling of her lips on you, her touch. She was so soft, like a pillow. So delicate. It made you want more.

You never thought about the princess of hearts that way. Actuallyy you did, once or twice. But before that, she was always just there. Just someone you'd defend before Uliana and her crew. Someone who did cool card tricks and someone who was so easily prank-able. But you wouldn't dare. She was good-hearted, almost perfect. No one was that pure, and still, here she was, pure as the driven snow. A pretty girl there was no denying. You've never imagined what her touch would feel like if it lingered on you a bit more than a few seconds. Or if she's keeping any secrets, she had to, right?

-

"You know Bridget, you look absolutely gorgeous" You smiled, not sarcastically, a true genuine smile you haven't done for years. It made her blush for the millionth time this evening.

Your hands were resting on her small waist, hers on your shoulders, making her fingers intertwine on your neck. Slowly swaying your bodies together in the rythm of the music. Not your thing completely, but her presence changed it entirely. It was probably the last song of the night, leaving only a few couples in the ballroom. But you both had such great fun you wouldn't wish on heavens to go home right now. Just being here with her was the right place, and you felt it deep inside.

"Thank you" Was all she made out "Thank you for taking me here" She laid her head on your chest, placing you both even closer.

"No worries. I could do it a million times if it meant getting to spend time with you. My heart" you swayed both of you slowly, the song never ending.

"I loved tonight, I'm glad im here with you. I hope we'll be able to spend more time together" She looked up at you, her big brown eyes staring closely and longingly. Your heart is beating rapidly in your chest. You placed your hand in her hair, grabbing the back of her head.

"Of course we will. I'm making sure of that" Her eyes lit up, brightening the whole room for you. You were absolutely in awe, speechless. She had never looked better. The dim lights only making her singular features pop more. No one will ever look better than her.. At least you won't be looking at them. You've got your only one star, your moon. She was not yours, but she will be. "Can I kiss you?" The sudden question did not startle her in fact she did not mutter a word. A single nod with a smile was all that it took.

You will be her savior forevermore

[hy6erion]

Thank you so much lovey(my official nickname for u atm)for the reply.

I was thinking maybe something along the same line of the viktor being jealous fic??

So it had a banquet/ ball and he gets jealous and when he and reader are home things get spicy👀 and he shows reader who's in charge ( so powerbottom viktor and subtop male reader if ur cool with that)????

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞 - 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

⇢ 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦! 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫, 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐓𝐨��! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭, 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢, 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐢𝐝𝐤

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊, 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐱𝐱

Viktor was seething.

You could feel the heat of his glare burning into the back of your neck, even as you entertained polite conversation at the Piltover banquet. The hall was opulent, filled with nobles dressed in their finest, but none of it mattered. Not when Viktor stood stiff beside you, his grip on his cane tight enough to turn his knuckles white.

It was jealousy, raw and unfiltered. You hadn't done anything-just smiled and nodded along as some insufferably rich scholar placed a hand on your arm, leaning in too close, laughing at your words with a little too much enthusiasm.

You could tell Viktor was barely restraining himself from snapping something vicious.

But instead of confronting it, he said nothing. Not a single word the entire way home. Just tension, thick and suffocating, radiating from his body like a storm waiting to break.

You barely made it through the door before it did.

Viktor grabbed your tie and yanked you forward, slamming his lips against yours in a bruising, desperate kiss. His grip was ironclad, fingers twisting in the fabric, pulling you down to his level as he devoured your mouth like he was trying to mark you from the inside out.

"You let them touch you," he growled between ragged breaths, voice rough with anger and something deeper. "You let them fucking look at you like that."

Your pulse pounded, your cock twitching in your trousers at the sheer dominance in his tone. Viktor never took control like this, but when he did... fuck.

"You liked it, didn't you?" he continued, his knee pressing between your legs, rubbing against your hardening cock.

"Enjoyed the attention. Enjoyed making me watch."

You exhaled sharply, hands instinctively moving to grip his waist, but Viktor shoved them back against the door. "No," he spat. "You don't get to touch unless I say so."

The shift in power was intoxicating.

Viktor dragged you to the bedroom, pushing you onto the mattress, climbing over you with fire in his amber eyes. He worked open your clothes with infuriating ease, exposing your bare skin to the cool air. Your cock was already hard, leaking precum against your stomach, but Viktor ignored it completely, instead stripping himself with slow, deliberate movements, making you wait.

"Look at you," he sneered, running his fingers down your chest, stopping just short of where you wanted him most. "So needy."

You groaned, hips bucking involuntarily.

"Viktor-"

A sharp slap landed on your inner thigh, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make you jolt.

"You don't get to beg yet," he murmured.

"Not after tonight."

Then, without warning, he reached between his legs, fingers spreading himself open. He was already soaked, his hole slick and twitching with need. He let out a low, breathy moan as he prepped himself, teasing you as he pushed his fingers in, curling them just enough to make himself shudder.

You clenched your jaw, cock twitching at the sight of him fucking himself open right in front of you.

"You see this?" he panted, stretching himself wider, deliberately slow. "This is yours. Not theirs. Yours."

"Then let me take it," you growled, voice raw with need.

A sharp smirk curled his lips before he lined himself up and sank down onto your cock in one agonizing, slow motion.

"F-fuck," you gasped, the tight heat of his hole gripping you like a vice, squeezing around you so perfectly it made your head spin.

Viktor moaned, his fingers digging into your chest as he took every inch of you, his body trembling from the stretch. "So big," he slurred, rolling his hips experimentally. "Always stretches me so good..."

Your fingers twitched, aching to grab him, to thrust up into him, to take control—but Viktor wasn't giving you that tonight.

He set the pace, rolling his hips, fucking himself on your cock with slow, devastating precision. Each movement sent pleasure sparking through your spine, but it wasn't enough. You needed more. You needed to ruin him.

But Viktor was still in charge.

"You want to fuck me properly?" he taunted, grinding down, his slick hole clenching around you. "You don't get to.Not until I decide you've earned it."

You groaned, your cock throbbing inside him, already on the edge from the way he used you like his personal toy.

"Look at you," Viktor purred, voice breathy and soaked with satisfaction.

"Normally so in control, but right now? You're just a desperate little plaything for me to use."

You swore under your breath, fingers curling into the sheets as he rode you mercilessly, rolling his hips with sharp, calculated movements that had you seeing stars. His nails scratched down your chest, leaving faint red marks in their wake as he bounced on your cock, fucking himself deeper and deeper.

"You're gonna cum, aren't you?" he taunted, tightening around you, milking your cock with every squeeze of his hole.

"So fucking weak for me."

"V-Viktor, I-"

But he didn't let you cum.

He stopped, sitting fully down on your cock, keeping you buried to the hilt but refusing to move. His walls fluttered around you, teasing, taunting, his smirk downright sadistic as he watched you writhe beneath him

"You don't get to finish," he said, breathless but firm. "Not yet."

You groaned, body aching, desperate to fuck up into him, to chase that peak he kept just out of reach.

But Viktor was in control.

And he was going to make you suffer for it.

"Be a good boy," he whispered, rolling his hips just enough to make you twitch, but not enough to send you over the edge.

"Take it."

And you did. Because he owned you tonight.

[dearlenore]

チョコミント　よりも　あ･な･た♡ / S.REID / SUMMARY - Spencer attends an idol convention

PAIRING: idol!reader x spencer reid / w/c: 3.0k / fluff

a/n: sorry I’m obsessed w AI-SCREAM atm & I needed this for my own peace of mind

SPENCER REID WAS well acquainted with the art of feeling out of place. He had navigated gruesome crime scenes, endured deafening parties, and even found himself in underground gambling rings—where, ironically, he blended in slightly better. But none of those experiences had prepared him for this.

The convention hall was an assault on his senses. A sea of pink, flashing lights, and shrill excitement filled the air. The smell was particularly difficult to ignore—a strange cocktail of sweat, perfume, and artificial sweetness that made his stomach turn. And then there was the sound.

The space vibrated with energy, a constant hum of chattering fans, blaring music, and the rhythmic clatter of merchandise being exchanged. Banners and posters lined every available surface, each one dedicated to a different idol group. But even amid the overwhelming variety, Spencer couldn’t help but notice that one light stick dominated the crowd.

It was striking—a heart-shaped centerpiece, layered in pink hues and encased in a clear sphere. A delicate bow wrapped around its upper base, with the power button nestled in the center, pulsing a soft blush of light. Thankfully, it wasn’t brighter, or Spencer might’ve succumbed to sensory overload right then and there.

Adjusting the strap of his messenger bag, he sighed as Penelope Garcia all but dragged him through the throng of fans. His nerves were already frayed, and the relentless pop music blasting from every direction was only exacerbating the situation.

“Remind me why I’m here again?” he asked, raising his voice over the noise.

Penelope gasped dramatically, her expression one of exaggerated betrayal. “Spencer! We went over this! You’re here because I love you very much, and you need to experience joy, glitter, and the finer things in life!” She huffed. “And because I need someone to stop me from spending my entire paycheck on La-Vie merch.”

Spencer blinked. “Right. Let’s, uh… not do that.”

“Don’t shame me!” she declared, before tightening her grip on his wrist and pulling him forward. “Come on, my reluctant little genius, you’re gonna have an awesome time with me today!”

Spencer highly doubted that. But he complied anyway.

It wasn’t that he had anything against pop music. He simply preferred Beethoven over bubblegum beats, quiet libraries over concerts, and coffee over whatever unnaturally colored drinks were being sold at the concession stands. He could appreciate the cultural impact of the industry, the intricate choreography, and the psychological phenomenon behind mass fandom behavior. But he had never seen the appeal firsthand.

Until now.

Because then, amidst the chaos, he saw you.

You stood on a small stage, effortlessly poised as you signed autographs, your smile radiant under the harsh convention lights. And in that moment, Spencer understood something he hadn’t before.

You weren’t just any idol.

You were the idol.

Even someone as uninformed as he was recognized you. You were part of one of the biggest groups in the world, a phenomenon that had reshaped the industry. He had seen your face on billboards, heard your name in casual conversations, and had even witnessed Penelope crying over your performances more times than he could count.

But none of that prepared him for seeing you in person.

Because you weren’t just beautiful—you were otherworldly. Even in a convention teeming with celebrities, screaming fans, and flashing lights, the entire place seemed to revolve around you.

“Ho-ly mother of sparkles,” Penelope breathed beside him, clutching his arm in a vice grip. “It’s her. I need to sit down. Spencer, help. I’m fainting.”

“You seem fine to me,” he observed, tilting his head slightly as he examined the angle of her posture.

“Barely,” she hissed. Her eyes darted between you and her own reflection in her phone screen. “Oh my God, do you think she can sense my presence? Do I look okay? No, don’t answer that—I know I look fabulous, but like, do I look approachable? Do you think she knows I’m her biggest fan? Should I scream? No, too much. I should be cool. Should I—”

Spencer sighed, already bracing himself for whatever came next.

“I can’t believe this,” Penelope whispered for the third time in the last five minutes, fanning herself dramatically. “Spencer. Spencer. We are about to meet Y/N. This is history. Do you understand? History.”

Spencer adjusted his bag strap and nodded absentmindedly. He did, in fact, not understand. But he did understand that Penelope was on the verge of combusting, and any attempt to dissuade her would be futile.

“Realisticslly speaking, you have a limited window of time before you’re asked to move along,” he reminded her, glancing at the setup ahead. Fans were stepping up, getting their autographs or pictures, exchanging a few words, and then moving on. It was efficient, structured—probably designed to maximize the number of people you could meet without exhausting yourself.

Penelope waved a dismissive hand. “Yes, yes, I know, but maybe if I exude enough love, she’ll feel it and grant us an extra moment of her divine presence.”

Spencer sighed. “That’s not how it works.”

But Penelope wasn’t listening anymore. The line moved forward, and suddenly, you were in front of them.

Up close, you were even more dazzling than Spencer had anticipated. Your presence was warm, magnetic in a way that made even a man as analytical as he was struggle to find the right words.

And then, you smiled.

“Hi!” you chirped, your voice bright and full of genuine excitement, as if you weren’t hours into meeting an endless stream of fans. “What’s your name?”

Penelope made a strangled noise. “I—me? Oh my gosh, um—Penelope. My name is Penelope.”

“Penelope,” you repeated, as if testing it out. Then you grinned. “That’s such a pretty name! I love it.”

Penelope squeaked.

Spencer, for his part, merely observed, fascinated by the effect you had on people. It wasn’t just surface-level charm—it was something sincere, something that made people feel seen.

“And you?” you asked, turning to him.

“Dr. Spencer Reid,” he said automatically.

Your eyebrows lifted slightly. “Doctor?”

He cleared his throat. “Yes, uh—I have PhDs in Mathematics, Chemistry, and Engineering, along with several additional degrees in—”

“Oh my gosh.” You gasped, leaning forward slightly. “You’re, like, an actual genius.” You turned to your members who were looking at him as well.

Spencer blinked. “Well, technically, a genius is classified by an IQ above 140, though intelligence is difficult to quantify completely—”

“I think it’s pretty quantifiable in your case,” you teased, eyes twinkling. “So, what brings you here, Doctor Genius? Are you a fan?”

He opened his mouth, then hesitated. He wasn’t a fan, per se. He wasn’t opposed to your music, but the world of idols was something he had only ever observed from the outside. He wasn’t sure what the right response was.

Luckily, Penelope was quick to intervene. “I dragged him here,” she confessed, clasping her hands together. “He doesn’t knowww he’s a fan yet, but don’t worry, I’m working on it.”

You laughed—a sound that, Spencer noted, was genuinely joyful, not the rehearsed kind of politeness he assumed someone in your position had to perfect.

“Well, I think you should give us a chance,” you said, tilting your head at Spencer. “Who knows? Maybe you’ll like me more than you expect.”

Something about the way you said it, with an easy confidence that wasn’t cocky but inviting, made Spencer consider it more seriously than he normally would have.

“You?” One of your members whose name tag in front read ‘Sienna’ gasped. “Yeah! What if he likes me more?” Lina teased, placing her chin on your shoulder. “As if! Don’t listen to them, I’m your favorite.”

You reached out for his hand and held it defensively, sticking out your tongue to your members. He knew the playful banter was probably something done often. Yet his heart nearly leapt out of his chest.

He was about to respond when another one of your members—he recognized her from the posters but couldn’t recall her name nor read her name tag—leaned over, eyes flicking between the two of you.

“Are we going over time?” she asked, amused.

You turned to her with a playful pout. “Are you keeping track?”

The girl smirked. “No, but the managers are.”

Spencer noticed then that, unlike the fans before and after them, you weren’t rushing the conversation. There was no subtle body language urging them to move along, no polite closing remarks signaling the end of their time.

Instead, you turned back to them, eyes warm. “Well, I’m not in a hurry. Are you?”

Penelope made another strangled noise, and Spencer wondered if he should check her pulse.

“Not at all,” he said, surprising himself.

Your smile widened. “Good.”

One of your other members, Daniella, a taller girl with sharp eyes and a mischievous smile, leaned forward. “Wait, Doctor Genius—do you really have that many degrees?”

Spencer nodded. “Yes, I started college when I was young, so I had time to accumulate a few.”

Your group collectively let out a sound of amazement, and another member gasped. “Twelve? What was I doing at twelve? Oh, right—getting scolded for sneaking snacks into dance practice.”

Spencer, despite himself, felt his lips twitch. “That does sound significantly more age-appropriate.”

You giggled, nudging your teammate. “See? We should have been studying instead of getting in trouble.”

Lina groaned. “Please don’t bring up the snack scandal again.”

Spencer tilted his head. “Snack scandal?”

Your group immediately erupted into overlapping stories, each member chiming in to tell their version of what was, apparently, a rather dramatic incident involving a forbidden stash of sweets and a very angry dance instructor.

Spencer listened intently, intrigued by the way you and your group interacted. There was an ease between you, a clear bond that went beyond just being coworkers.

Penelope, meanwhile, looked like she had ascended to another plane of existence.

“This is the best day of my life,” she whispered.

You beamed at her. “I’m so glad you guys stopped by. I feel like I’ve been talking at people all day, but you two are actually talking to me.”

Spencer frowned slightly at that. “Isn’t that… common?”

You shrugged. “Not really. I mean, I love my fans, but a lot of interactions are quick, or they’re too nervous to say much. It’s nice to have an actual conversation.”

Your members nodded in agreement, one of them sighing. “Yeah, it’s refreshing when someone actually treats us like people and not—”

“Like idols?” Spencer supplied.

Your eyes flicked to him, something unspoken passing behind them. “Yeah,” you murmured. “Like that.”

Penelope, who had been too starstruck to pick up on the subtle shift in mood, gasped. “Oh, oh! Do you guys want to take a picture? I mean, you don’t have to—I know there’s a line, but if you want—”

Your face brightened. “I’d love to!”

Penelope let out a noise that Spencer could only classify as pure joy, quickly fumbling for her phone.

You leaned in close, and Spencer suddenly found himself surrounded by all of you as your members enthusiastically joined in. He barely had time to process before Penelope snapped the picture.

You looked at it and giggled. “This is such a good one! You should send it to us—we’ll repost it.”

Penelope made another strangled sound, and Spencer prepared himself to perform CPR if necessary.

One of your managers cleared their throat, signaling that they really had gone over time.

You sighed. “I guess we should wrap up, huh?”

Spencer nodded, and for a reason he couldn’t quite name, he felt… reluctant.

Penelope, still clutching her phone like it held the meaning of life, took a deep breath. “This was amazing. Thank you for talking to us. You’re even more incredible in person.”

You smiled. “So are you. Both of you.”

Spencer didn’t have time to process the warmth in his chest before you turned to him.

“And Doctor Genius?” you teased, tilting your head. “I expect you to check out at least one of our songs. Just one. Think of it as a challenge.”

Spencer hesitated, then—perhaps influenced by the sincerity in your gaze—nodded. “I… suppose I can do that.”

Your grin was triumphant. “Good.”

As they finally moved away from the table, Penelope clutched Spencer’s arm.

“Oh my God,” she breathed. “Did that just happen?”

Spencer exhaled, rubbing his temple.

“Yes, Penelope. It did.”

The convention had been overwhelming, but you’d kept your perfect smile in place the entire time. You had spent years perfecting the art of being sweet, accommodating, and always giving people the benefit of the doubt. But right now, your skin felt too tight, your head too full, and you needed air.

Slipping outside, you took a deep breath, letting the cool night air calm your racing thoughts. The alley behind the convention center was quiet, save for the distant hum of cars on the main street. You exhaled slowly, placing a hand over your chest to steady yourself.

But just as you began to collect yourself, footsteps sounded behind you.

“You think I wouldn’t notice?” A sharp voice cut through the night.

You turned, immediately putting on a polite, practiced smile, even as unease crawled up your spine. The man standing there was someone you recognized—a fan you had interacted with before. You had seen him at other events, always hanging back, watching more than engaging. Something about his presence had always put you slightly on edge, but you had pushed those feelings aside.

Now, standing alone in the dimly lit alley, you regretted that.

“I—I’m sorry?” you said quickly, tilting your head in a way you hoped would diffuse the tension. “Did I do something to upset you?”

His jaw clenched. “You were flirting with other guys.”

Your stomach dropped.

“I—I wasn’t flirting,” you said, holding up your hands slightly, your tone as gentle as possible. “I was just being friendly. I appreciate all my fans. I promise, it wasn’t anything like that.”

“Liar.” His voice turned sharp, his eyes narrowing. “I see the way you look at them. The way you smiled at them. You don’t smile at me like that.”

Your pulse skyrocketed.

You had handled obsessive fans before, had dealt with overenthusiastic admirers, but this—this was different. His anger was palpable, his body language rigid with frustration.

“Please,” you said quickly, keeping your voice soft, trying to de-escalate. “I didn’t mean to make you feel ignored. I appreciate you, really. Let’s just talk about this, okay?”

He took a step closer.

Your breath hitched.

“Stop lying to me,” he hissed. “You think you can just treat me like everyone else? I’ve been supporting you since the beginning. I know you better than they do. I love you. But you just throw yourself at other guys like a—”

The door to the convention center creaked open behind you, and for the first time in your life, you were grateful for the sound of someone else’s footsteps.

You turned your head, eyes landing on Spencer as he stepped outside. He had clearly been looking for you.

Your stomach twisted, panic taking over.

You had to do something.

Before you could think it through, you moved. You stepped toward Spencer, grabbing his arm and pressing yourself close to him like it was second nature.

“Hey, babe,” you said, your voice strained but carrying just enough affection to sound convincing. You could feel Spencer’s body tense in confusion for a split second before he caught on.

He shifted immediately, angling himself between you and the fan without hesitation. His hand slid protectively over yours where it clung to his sleeve.

The fan’s expression twisted with fury. “Who the hell is this?”

Spencer’s free hand moved smoothly to his pocket, retrieving his FBI badge in one swift motion. He flipped it open, holding it up just enough for the man to see.

“FBI,” he said, voice calm but edged with warning. “Just leave her be. She’s not interested.”

The man’s entire demeanor changed. His face paled, his shoulders hunching as his eyes darted between you and Spencer.

“You—” The fan clenched his fists, his expression cycling through emotions too fast to read. Then, without another word, he turned sharply on his heel and stormed off down the alley, disappearing into the night.

You felt your knees go weak.

Spencer must have noticed because, without asking, he gently moved his hand to the small of your back, steadying you. His touch was light, reassuring, but present enough to remind you that you weren’t alone.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice softer now.

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to nod even though your hands were still shaking. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. I just…” You let out a shaky laugh, running a hand through your hair. “I panicked.”

Spencer studied you, his sharp eyes scanning your face like he was cataloging every detail. “You handled that well,” he said, surprising you. “You stayed calm. You de-escalated. That was smart.”

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. “Didn’t feel very smart.”

Spencer’s lips pressed together in a thin line, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then, without a word, he shrugged off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders.

You blinked up at him. “Spencer—”

“You’re shaking,” he pointed out simply.

You glanced down, realizing he was right.

You gripped the lapels of his jacket, pulling it closer as the residual fear settled into exhaustion. “Thanks,” you murmured.

Spencer nodded, his voice gentle but firm. “Let’s get you out of here.”

[revehae]

sorry babe i dont have any descriptive hard thoughts atm 😔 only came here to say nomin as roommates 🤤🤤🤤 lots of manhandling

tweaking off an energy drink right now and i cant stay still but here’s what i got. also this got wayyyy too long i had to stop tw // nothing actually! unless homosexuality triggers you but this lowkey kinda gay in a “my boyfriend and i saw you across the bar and we really dig your vibe” way. also i was gonna include manhandling but it got long, so…im sorry

sorry when you said “nomin as roommates” my brain went… just nomin or? i figured that’s not what u meant but my mind still wandered there so anyway.

jaemin and jeno recruiting you into their not relationship… like, they swear they’re not dating or whatever, and you don’t really press about it because it’s none of your business, to be honest. but they have been searching for a new roommate, a female one, not that they mention this to you during their recruitment, and something about you checks all the boxes of whatever it is they’re looking for. you don’t know that, though. you’re just happy you finally seemed to find a place to stay after much trial and error.

anywho, it’s relatively normal at first, other than the fact that jaemin seems to be naked most of the time… it’s not like he walks around the house freeballing, but damn close. it’s not so bad though, because he cooks sometimes and shares. jeno cleans. you appreciate the routine and harmony they seem to have going on, finding that they complement each other in some weird way, and you want to know how you can fit into that dynamic. after all, if you’re going to live here with them, you have to contribute, right?

it’s hard, though. honestly, you hardly understand why they were searching for a roommate in the first place. jaemin and jeno seem to handling everything, including rent, just fine together. they have a perfect balance in their life with or without you. jaemin cooks, jeno cleans. during their movie nights you walk in on, that they never ask you to join, jeno makes the popcorn and jaemin picks the movie. they work out together, coming home from the gym with sweat-drenched shirts that cling to their bodies, laughing about things you will never understand. jeno pinching jaemin’s bicep to marvel at how strong he is now. jaemin’s hand wandering over jeno’s chest for a second too long before commenting on how sturdy he’s gotten. sometimes you wonder if they will invite you, too afraid to ask to tag along, but they never do.

not until you accidentally walk in on them, jeno’s hand around jaemin’s tall, stiff cock as it spills over with semi-clear trinkles of prerelease, jaemin’s hips involuntarily arching into jeno’s palm. you gasp, eyes immediately hitting the floor as you jerk your head away and start to shut the door, spluttering, “sorry,” over and over. you had intended to come to jaemin’s room to ask him for help on changing the settings on your camera and the door had been slightly open. but a call of your name makes you halt just before you can shut it completely. “y-yeah?” you stammer, still not looking up from the floor. really, it’s not much of an invitation that you are given; “come in and close the door,” is what jaemin says.

for some weird reason, you obey.

that is how you find yourself with your palm around jaemin’s cock instead, your hand smaller than jeno’s. he tips his head back, moaning. he is sitting with his legs thrown open and you are standing at the edge of the bed, fisting his cock, all the while jeno is behind you, lips tickling the back of your neck. you try not to let it bother you, try to focus on anything but how it feels to have him pressed against you, but the only other thing you can focus on is the fact that jaemin is completely naked in front of you, bare chest heaving, and your eyes glimpse over the undulating muscle before going down to his toned stomach and throbbing cock, coated with a glistening sheen. jeno chuckles in your ear, the sound making you shudder, and murmurs, “so tense… relax, precious.”

his kisses droop down to your shoulders, pushing the loose hem of your oversized shirt so that it slacks just above your forearm. “you know what jaemin does to me when i need to relax, hm?” he asks, and he does expect you to reply. it’s a whisper when you do, like you have completely lost your voice. “he uses his pretty pink lips. look at them. aren’t they pretty?”

you do look at jaemin’s lips, and they are pretty. you have noticed before. never dry, which impresses you. jaemin grins proudly at the compliment, feeling adored. “yeah, aren’t my lips pretty, princess?” you nod your head, muttering, “yeah… they’re nice.” jaemin smiles a little wider, a little wilder. “make me come and i’ll put them on you. deal?”

and he does put them on you. your thighs squeeze the pale palette of his soft cheeks as you straddle his face, cotton panties hanging on jeno’s finger until he has to manually hold you onto jaemin’s mouth, keeping you in place when the pleasure becomes too much to bear. strong hands gripping onto your hips as you try to get away from the stimulation, with the added force of jaemin’s fingers tightening on your thighs as he sucks as your sensitive clit. you can’t move. you can’t escape it. “no use in fighting it, babe,” jeno tells you huskily, nibbling at your earlobe. “you’re not going anywhere. just let jaem make you feel good, okay?”

[jollyhunter]

24 Kinky Days with Dean x reader - Day 14.

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader

Warnings: SFW - None! Just a zonked out reader and a worried Dean! (English is not my native language)

Summary: Imagine accidentally getting drugged on Dean's watch, while on a hunt.

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Feedback and reblogs are highly appreciated! And let me know whether you enjoy it so far! <3 A/N: Yeeeah. Now I'm really falling behind with the challenge - I'm so sorry y'all 😭 Someting fun and kinda fluff? Anyway, I really like these imagines! I might do more of those for now, because I don't have the time for longer fanfics atm.

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14th Dec. - Shroom Cookies

Dean rubs his face, already feeling the beginning of a headache, "Please tell me you didn't eat anything funny." You scoff in an offended tone, your words slightly slurred, "Nah, I ain't no idiot, Deano. But they offered cookies. Come to the dark side, they said. What idjit would reject such an offer?"

"Jesus, you're as high as a kite. Listen, we will gank those sons of bitches but not while you're as zonked out as you are right no- GET BACK HERE!"

Dean actually needs to hold your arm with one hand while driving (you've tried to jump out already three times while he was driving and his heart won't survive a fourth attempt)

You're touching his face in the most inappropriate ways without warning

"Listen sweetheart, I need you to-" You boop his nose. Dean stares at you before he stifles an amused smile, trying and failing to sound serious, "Yeah good job, you got my nose."

You bolt. All. The. Time.

"Damnit, woman, you're like a greased pig. Stop runnin' from me will ya!"

He's frustrated and annoyed with you but also... damn you're kinda endearing when you're all goofy and giggly. So, more often than not, he's having a real hard time to keep a straight face when scolding you

The amount of times he has to tell you to "Hey, focus!" and gently pry your hand from his face or his hair

For some reason you manage to outrun Dean despite you being half-baked from whatever pagan-drug they pumped in you?? "Jesus, she's fast. Even while drugged up, she's like a damn jack rabbit on a sugar high." Dean yells after you, cursing

Despite Dean's great efforts to keep anything pointy or remotely dangerous from your hands, you actually pick pocket him (Dean chokes on his beer when he sees you twiddle with his blade and try to pick your teeth with it like it's some toothpick)

Once he finally catches you again, he's had enough and he slings you over his shoulder to carry you back to Baby "That's it, you're grounded, Skippy."

Dean's worried to no end, clutching his chest whenever you've managed to disappear from his sight again

"You coulda gotten yourself killed. Again."

At some point when he takes up chase, he actually handcuffs your wrist to his own so he can't lose you anymore (He did not consider the possibility that you'd keep charging into the opposite direction of him and you'd end up in a war of tug on every corner)

On one of your escapes you actually managed to scale a MC-Donald's sign, refusing to get down. Dean's yelling up at you while pulling his hair. "What the hell, babe. What the hell-" (He eventually has to bribe you with 5 happy meals and 20 "nuggies" as you called them from 10 feet above him, to get you down)

Once you've both survived the day, and he had ganked the pagan gods with you tied to a vending machine, you're on your drive home. With his worries eased, he finally bursts out laughing. But he's also shaking his head because despite the fact that you'd sent him through several cardiac arrests, he didn't have this much fun on a hunt in... like ever. (And you both get to stuff your faces with a mountain of junk food)

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Masterlist of opened windows:

1st Dec. - Sunshine 2nd Dec. - Spell Book 3rd Dec. - Lights Out 4th Dec. - Tickle 5th Dec. - Dirty UNO 6th Dec. - (TBA) 7th Dec. - Candlelight 8th Dec. - Hex Play 9th Dec. - Whip Stroke 10th Dec. - Barbie World 11th Dec. - Temptation ... (check the masterlist for more!)

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Tags:

@ariasong11 @deansjacket @literallylexa @lmpala1967 @foxyjwls007 @impala67rollingthroughtown

[sunblchdfly]

honey, it’s alright

Pairing: Bob Floyd x Reader

Warnings: Not proof read. Other than that, none! Fluff Fluff Fluff!

Word Count: 619

The wood floor creaks under your husband’s feet. Not shortly after, you hear the squeak of the door hinge. You know who it is already, but you can’t seem to make yourself come out from under the covers.

“Baby?” Bob shuffles over to you, pulling the cover below your chin. “What’s the matter?” The bed dips under his weight as he sits on the edge.

“Just…” You sniffle, voice cracking, “Just not feeling well, love.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” He caresses your arm, looking at you anxiously, afraid he had something to do with it.

“No.” You squeak out. You weren’t one to be very talkative when something upset you.

Bob nods silently. He places a kiss on your forehead and covers you back up. He makes his way to the cold tile of the bathroom and turns on the shower.

“Okay,” Bob is back at your side again. “I need you to stand up, my love.”

He takes your hands, helping you up. Tears welled in your eyes. He could tell you were getting upset again.

“Hey, hey, hey, shhh.” Bob brushes his thumb over your tear stricken cheeks.

“You don’t have to do anything except stand for a few minutes. Okay? You’ll feel better, baby, I promise.”

You nod and start making your way to the steaming shower.

He presses a few kisses to your face. “Come on.”

He helps you into the shower, ditching his own uniform to join you.

“Alright, I’m gonna wash your hair, get those tangles out. Okay?” He makes sure to tell you everything he was doing, so as to not startle you.

You nod, hanging on to him for support. Your head rests against his chest, listening to the thump thump of his heart. Bob massages the soap throughout your scalp. He’s right, you were starting to feel better already. Soon, you're pulled out of your trance when he shuts the water off.

Bob wraps you in a towel, stepping out of the shower. He dresses himself in record time. He didn’t want to keep you waiting. He knew you needed rest and wanted to give it to you as fast as possible.

“Okay, careful.” He helps you out of the shower and sits you on the closed lid of the toilet.

He retrieves your hairbrush from your makeup drawer and begins detangling your hair.

“Do you want one braid, or two? I feel like you might be more comfortable with one.” He asked.

“Just one, Bobby.” You felt a smile creep onto your face. “Thank you, Bobby. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“You don’t have to thank me. In sickness and in health, remember?” He smiles.

“In sickness and in health.” You repeated, your own smile growing bigger with every word.

“Alright, that’s a damn good braid.” He says proudly. “I’m a hairstylist in another life, I think.” Bob joked.

You feel another smile make its way to your lips. Damn, if he wasn’t good at always making you feel better.

Bob helps you back to bed, turning the heated blanket on. he grabs your water bottle from the side table and makes his way downstairs.

A few minutes later you hear his pattering feet outside of the door. He ran back upstairs while the leftovers from last night warm in the oven. The bed dips next to you again.

“Alright, leftovers are in the oven. what are we watching?” He asks, trading your water bottle for the remote. “No no wait, let me guess. Captain America?” Bob smirks. Pink covers your cheeks after you hear him say it.

“You said it, not me.” You counter, grinning.

“Damn straight.” He pulls you into him.

A/N: Just a little drabble i thought of. Wanted to write it out for anyone having a hard time atm. Nothing too fancy! My DMs are always open. Take care of yourselves <3

[marscantread7]

Sylus x Plus Size Reader/mc

Slight nsfw mention so mdni please!!!

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I'm a bit on the heavier side, like. Very plus size, and it's been on my mind for the past few days, like. Sylus w/ a plus size mc, and I'm not talking like average, what the media's idea of plus size is, I'm talkin like actual plus size.

Kinda a self insert, but thinking of mc just like poking and prodding at her skin bc it's just ugh! Like, this shirt just isn't looking right on her... maybe she should just go w/ the hoodie or wear a jacket over it like she originally planned, but here comes Sylus and he's all like, "🤨what r u doing?" And mc turns around and she's like, "this shirt just doesn't look right! Or feel right! None of this would be happening if I was smaller!" And Sylus just shuts it down real quick bc, "Sweetie. Ur perfect the way u r. U look absolutely stunning right now." And mc is very skeptical at first, bc she's literally just in typical lounge wear, but Sylus catches her gaze and decides to show her just how beautiful she is.

Omfg and like, thinking of how strong Sylus is. Like, okay another self insert😛 I'm 5'7 which isn't short, but it isn't necessarily tall either. So like, mc trying to like reach something on the highest shelf, and instead of just grabbing it for her, Sylus will lift her up so she can reach it. Just imagine her gripping onto his shoulders and looking down at him like, "Omg! Put me down, I'm too big!" And Sylus just giving her that look to try that again. "Sweetie, that means nothing to me. I'd be an inadequate partner if I couldn't support u in every way hm?" And just to spite her, he carries her away. Mmmmffffffggghhhh Sylus just randomly picking mc up at random bc he just loves holding her and🤤 Sylus holding her up and just fucking her. Like he doesn't even need to hold her against the wall! He can just pick her up and just go to town, no support.

And honestly another self insert, but I personally hate when I get insecure abt my weight and I'm ranting abt it and people get offended like "Ur not fat Marshall." Like that's such an insulting thing. Like, half the time I don't even mean it in a negative way when I point out my weight, I'm just stating an obvious fact. Like I'm big, that's a fact, u getting offended and acting like it's a bad thing that I'm big just makes me feel worse abt myself, hope this helps🙏🏾

Anyways, thinking abt mc like, criticizing her weight one day. Like, "I just don't see what u see in me. Like I'm not saying I'm ugly, but doesn't my weight make me a bit... unappealing?" And Sylus, oh the loverboy he is... "How dare u! Kitten, ur the sexiest person I've ever laid my eyes on." And he goes on this whole spiel abt how weight means nothing to him bc like??? Why should it? Like, genuinely what's so unappealing abt a little extra weight? If anything, he likes her size personally, and boy does he make it obvious. Always pinching those chubby lil cheeks, squeezing her thighs, resting his head on her stomach after a long day. And don't get him started on that ass😛😛😛 the way it bounces as he's fucking mc from behind. The recoil when he gives it a light smack, signaling her to "stay still baby, I'm gonna cum too soon if u move like that." BOY... like wow! Yeah #needthatNEOW

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Anyways that's all. Sorry for like the poor grammar and not spelling words out all the way😭😭😭 I didn't intend for this to be as long as it is. I would have written it properly if I knew I was gonna be doin allat. But anyways yeah. This was just one giant thought I had bc it's like ugh! I just know Sylus would treat a big girl so well and squish down and anxieties and doubts she has abt herself and his thoughts on her. Like yeah... this was literally just written for myself😭😭😭

Also ik I use mc, but u can read it as like a y/n or reader type of thing. I just didn't feel like using "you" atm😪😪😪

[kisseobie]

hi could I request p1harkony when they have a crush on you

p1harmony when they have a crush on you

pairings: ot6 p1harmony x reader

warnings: none i don’t think…

a/n: hiii friend!! yes u can >__< i hope u enjoy!! requests r open btw for anyone wondering :p still working on tumblr girls atm ..

*ੈ✩ keeho

keeho prides himself on the fact that he can make anyone in his vicinity laugh with little to no effort, but with you, he tries just a bit harder than he would with anyone else. his feelings for you develop quite quickly, and he finds himself paying attention to small details about you that many, including yourself, would miss. known for being one of the moodmakers of his squad, everyone notices that he gets abnormally quiet at group hangouts where you are present, something out of character for him. alas, he doesn’t notice his friends’ concerned glances at his unusual demeanor, as he would much rather focus on the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh, the gentle bouncing of your right leg under the diner table, and how you struggle to maintain eye contact with him for more than a few seconds. his attentiveness is what allows him to get closer to you, and his intense observations of every detail about you ends up in him bringing you your favorite snacks without being asked to, or renting an older movie that you mentioned you had been wanting to see, just so the two of you can watch it together. his feelings for you grow tenfold as time passes, but he’s careful not to bombard you with an overwhelming confession of love, so he keeps a good pace and continues to gift you items that remind him of you. once the two of you start hanging out one and one regularly, his flirtatious side is less restrained, and he weasels his way into your heart with the way that he sweetly praises you with that honey voice of his. loves to sneakily touch you and compliment everything about you. his devotion to you, even in the crush stage, is immense and making you feel like the prettiest, most important girl in the world is how he lets that be known to you.

*ੈ✩ theo

is the last one to figure out that he has feelings for you. always would internally pass off his desire to keep you close as just fondness for a friend, but when the boys inquire why he goes through such lengths to make you smile, or basks in your compliments a little more than necessary, he starts to understand that he might not like you as just a “friend”. takes a bit of time to analyze how you two interact the next few times he sees you, and he quickly begins to note that yes, he loves to make you smile more than anyone else and yes, only your compliments, whether towards his hair color or singing voice at a group karaoke session, make him feel fuzzy inside. taeyang is not one to fear rejection, so his way of making you aware of his feelings is cool and collected. simply calls you and gives you instructions to “get dolled up by the evening and wear red.” because he’ll be picking you up and taking you out. when he drives up to your residence, he knocks on your door with flowers in hand, beaming at your beauty. theo is very traditional and a big gentlemen, evident when he opens your passenger door for you, or when he takes your hand to lead you up the flight of a fancy restaurant’s stairs. overall, i believe that he wouldn’t bask in his crush on you for too long. pining is not his ideal method of securing you as his, and he pursues you right when he realizes he sees you in a romantic light. his confidence is a strong quality of his, and that’s no different when it comes to you.

*ੈ✩ jiung

as a perfectionist that values work to a sometimes unhealthy extent, jiung wasn’t fully aware of his blossoming love for you at first. it definitely takes him a little bit of time to accept that his feelings towards you aren’t merely platonic, and as a result of that he might pull away for a bit before ultimately opting to get closer to you. like theo, ji doesn’t really care to pine so when he does make the decision that he wants a chance at a future with you by his side, he makes his feelings very obvious. it starts with physical touch, which you yourself have witnessed jiung gagging at in the past with anyone else, so you already start suspecting that he might view you in a different light than his other friends. starts taking you out on study dates, accompanying you to cat cafes, tying your undone shoelaces for you.. he’s practically your boyfriend before the pair of you even discuss your feelings for each other. isn’t a big gift giver but will pay for your food every time you’re together, not taking “no” from you as an answer. loves when he catches you staring at him from time to time, and blushes at the thought of you liking him back as much as he likes you. i see jiung confessing to you in a pretty nonchalant way, as he’s comfortable enough in his feelings to relay them to you with a certain sweetness that makes your heart warm. in his mind he’s quite nervous, but when you excitedly accept his confession he’s all smiles, grabbing your hand and giving you a quick peck on the cheek. jiung is your prince charming, and the shift between your mutual feelings for each other and officially becoming a couple is a comfortable process, as if it was always meant to be, as if the pair of you were always one, even from the beginning.

*ੈ✩ intak

i see intak as the type of boy to wear his heart on his sleeve, and his security in accepting and understanding his own emotions allows him to be your knight in shining armor whenever you need him to be. he himself knows how comfort can be given in the form of company when life gets difficult, which is precisely the way he shows you his unwavering affection. he doesn’t fully know for sure if he has platonic or romantic feelings for you in the beginning, but he begins to realize that it’s the latter when he finds himself answering a panicked call from you at very late hours of the night, to which he runs to grab his keys and fling on his jacket at he makes his way to your location to comfort you as best as he can. from that night on, he dedicates himself fully to making you feel safe and loved, even if he’s unsure if you reciprocate his feelings. his love language is definitely quality time, and he often ends up inviting you to local concerts, shopping dates, and the movies. wants you to know that he’ll always be there for you, and that he enjoys spending his free time in your presence more than anyone else’s. inflicts corny cliches onto you, like fake yawning and stretching his arm to wrap around your frame, (and his sneaky glance in your direction to make sure he hasn’t made you uncomfortable is not a gesture that goes unnoticed). is your number one hype man, shoulder to cry on, and pillow for when you accidentally fall asleep leaning against his warmth. when he finally knows that you do reciprocate, his confidence shoots up to the roof. one night when you two are watching a movie together at your house, intak turns to face you, tucks a stray hair behind your ear and asks, “can i kiss you?”, waiting for your approval before locking his chapped lips with yours. when you both part from the kiss he can’t stop smiling and going in for more kisses, and eventually you both fall asleep cuddling on the couch. when you wake up he sits you down to make sure he interpreted your eagerness correctly, that you really do want to be his. is all giggles when you call yourself his “girlfriend” for the first time. he is soooo puppy coded ^_^

*ੈ✩ soul

not being the most confident in the group, he’s quite hesitant to express his feelings for you. hides his crush on you from everyone, because he fears it could come between your close friendship. i think shota is the type to know right away if he has romantic feelings for someone, as he’s a great judge of character and knows who he can be comfortable around with a singular interaction. even though he may not want to verbalize his feelings to anyone, especially you, that doesn’t mean that soul doesn’t treat you different. on the contrary, he prioritizes your happiness more than his own, like when he brought you dozens of his favorite snacks from his latest trip to japan, or when he demotes jongseob as his gaming buddy so that he can teach you one on one how to play his usual games. although he might believe he’s not very obvious, all of his friends know that he loves you. after a long time of crushing on you, he starts to open up to you more, which surprises him, especially knowing that he likes to keep his emotions to himself. realizes at a certain point that he can’t continue on like this, that he can’t bare to keep you as just a companion, that he craves more. seeks out his friends’ advice on the matter for the first time, and they all reassure him that there is no way that you don’t feel the same, which is unconvincing to him. despite his doubts, he does eventually muster up enough courage to tell you how he feels, expecting you to kindly reject him and distance yourself afterwards, but to his surprise, you just reply with a kiss on his cheek, and the words, “i like you too”. from that point on, he becomes a more confident version of himself around you, constantly cracking jokes and keeping you attached to him at all times. every part of him that wanted to hide from you disappears once you put a label on your relationship, and he’s grateful that he didn’t let his insecurities get in the way of your shared love for each other.

*ੈ✩ jongseob

i’m a firm believer that seob would fall in love at first sight. his mind is older than his body, and he’s regarded as one of, if not the most mature of his group, despite being the youngest. jongseob knows what he likes, is in touch with his emotions, and most importantly, knows that he loves you more than life itself. doesn’t shy away from pursuing you, makes it his goal in life to receive your unwavering affection!! definitely makes use of his photography hobby by using you as the subject in majority of his photos, always sends you printed copies with little notes written on the back of them, like the date they were taken on, what he was thinking when he photographed them, etc..! asks his older members for advice, and constantly tries to meddle information out of them that could be useful to his mission of asking you out.. he’s attentive just like keeho, and gives you little gifts that incorporate things like your favorite characters, perfume scents, colors, and songs. 100% writes lyrics about you, and shyly shows them to you when you come over one day, passing them off as “general” feelings but when he sees how excited you get to be reading something he wrote himself, your reaction is enough for him to finally ask you out on a proper date. when you leave in the evening, he’s giddy for the rest of the night, and writes down different date ideas just so that he can plan everything perfectly to fit your tastes. he also is on his phone all the time, always preoccupied with texting you, whether it be a simple “good morning :]” or a cute video he saw on instagram. jongseob’s crush on you is deeper than he may let off at first, but he knows that it’s something that consumes his every thought and motivates him in every aspect of his life. once you two actually start dating, he continues to take pictures of you, and makes a scrapbook journal for the pair of you to look at in the future!! just the sweetest boy who values your interests and happiness over everything else!!!

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