#not even anything big like if could be their voice or random habit but who knows if the circus just erases that too and not just their names

[tempestmothstorm]

Thinking about human versions of the tadc gang. I think they would work great in The Office (they would suffer immensely)

[nicholasluvbot]

୨୧ SO HIGH SCHOOL !

( boynextdoor as your highschool boyfriend >_< ) includes taesan , leehan , woonhak fluff , leehan is a little cheesy , taesan one is sappy but then again thats just the way i'm with him 2120 words ( around 500 to 700 words per member )

feel like reading something for the other three members? click here !

TAESAN

"Sing for me," you said through the speaker, your voice soft and playful, and Taesan let out a low laugh.

“Nope,” he replied bluntly, but you could hear the smile in his voice, the way it danced through the phone even when you couldn’t see his face.

“Come on!” you pleaded, knowing exactly how to push his buttons. Taesan was persistent, but after a few more rounds of ‘please’s and ‘for me’s, he finally agreed.

“Fine,” he sighed, the exasperation in his voice fake. You could hear him shuffling on his bed, probably adjusting his pillow before he began singing. The first few notes of your favorite song floated through the speaker, his voice soft and unsteady at first, like he was still shy about it even though he had sung the same song for you about a hundred times. But then he found his rhythm, and his voice, warm and soothing, filled your ears.

You smiled, sinking deeper into your bed. His voice provided a kind of comfort that even the softest blankets couldn’t. It wrapped around you like a gentle hug, making you forget everything that had been bothering you all day.

Mid-song, you heard a faint creak through the phone. The door to Taesan’s room had opened, and his younger brother peeked in, eyebrows raised. Taesan faltered for just a moment before glaring at his brother, who quickly caught on to what was happening. When he realized Taesan was singing for you, a smirk spread across his face.

Taesan didn’t miss a beat. Without breaking the rhythm of his song, he grabbed a pillow and hurled it at his brother, who dodged it with a quiet laugh before slipping back out of the room, knowing he’d be relentlessly teasing Taesan about this for weeks.

Taesan rolled his eyes but kept singing, his focus shifting back to you. It didn’t matter what his brother thought. He’d keep singing as long as it made you happy.

When the song ended, you clapped through the phone, the sound of your soft applause making him laugh. His chest felt lighter, like it always did after these late-night calls. Taesan wasn’t big on public displays of affection, but moments like this, when it was just the two of you, made him feel like he could stop thinking about the world for a few hours. You never doubted his love. These calls were proof enough of that.

Once, during one of these late-night conversations, he’d sleepily confessed that he had trouble falling asleep if he didn’t hear your voice. You didn’t mind how at school you barely interacted, each of you in your own friend groups. Because at night, when the world was asleep and it was just the two of you, you felt more loved than ever.

It had started as something random one night, but now it was a habit. He couldn’t sleep without it, and neither could you.

Just as you were about to hang up, Taesan spoke again, his voice softer now. “Can you… say goodnight to me?”

You laughed, not expecting such a simple request. “What?”

He felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment, tugging nervously at the sleeves of his sweater. “Please… it helps me sleep better,” he mumbled.

You melted at his words, the sweetness of it tugging at your heart. “Goodnight, Taesan,” you whispered, your voice gentle, and Taesan felt his heart skip a beat when you said his name like that, so softly.

Normally, he wouldn’t say anything. He’d just hang up and let the warmth of your words carry him off to sleep. But tonight, something stirred in him—a foreign feeling that had been growing for a while but was only now making itself known. He couldn’t help but wonder if this overwhelming feeling that was weighing on his heart was love.

And before he could stop himself, he said it. “I love you.”

There was a brief silence on the other end, then a soft chuckle from you. “I love you too. Sleep well.”

Taesan didn’t move for a long moment after you hung up, the butterflies in his stomach swirling wildly. He knew you felt the same way—after all, you’d told him countless times—but hearing it, feeling it, still sent a rush through him every time.

Finally, he tossed his phone to the side and grabbed a pillow, burying his face into it as a wide grin spread across his face. He wished it was you in his arms instead of the pillow, but for now, this would have to do.

As he lay there, the words still lingering in his mind, the feeling still making his heart race, he realized that he would never get tired of this feeling, not when it was coming from you.

LEEHAN

You watched as Leehan peeked into the art room and then gave you a slight nod—an indication that it was safe to go inside. He followed after you, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

“Here we are,” he said, his voice low and playful. “Nobody comes around here at this time, so we can goof around undetected.”

You giggled, feeling a rush of excitement at the thrill of it all. Leehan grinned at you, his eyes sparkling, clearly enjoying how into this little adventure you were.

“That’s the spirit! I can’t believe I haven’t done this with you before. Skipping class, hanging out alone with a beautiful girl in the art room? It’s a living dream.” He wandered around the room, admiring the details he’d never really paid attention to before, flashing you a playful grin over his shoulder.

“Oh, shut up, Leehan!” you rolled your eyes, though the warmth in your voice betrayed your real feelings.

Leehan chuckled as he turned to face you, his hands stuffed casually in his pockets, his hair falling messily over his forehead. That boyish grin of his, the one that always made your heart skip, was plastered on his face. “Hey, don’t make me shut up! I’m just stating the truth. You’re beautiful, we’re alone together, and it’s exciting as hell!”

You shook your head at his cheesy comment, but a smile tugged at your lips as you took a seat on one of the desks. Leehan plopped down beside you, his knee lightly brushing against yours. You reached for a few colorful pens from a nearby cup, and when you asked him to give you his hand, he raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“What are you up to?” he asked, intrigued but playful.

“Just give me your hand,” you insisted, waving the pen. Still looking unsure but trusting you completely, he placed his hand in yours.

You leaned in and started doodling on the back of his hand. Leehan couldn’t see what you were drawing, but he didn’t mind. The feeling of your hand resting against his and your hair lightly brushing his arm made his heart flutter in a way that felt so easy, so right.

Minutes passed, and you finally sat up, admiring your creation with a satisfied smile. Leehan looked down at his hand now that your head wasn’t in the way, and his mouth dropped open in shock.

Stars and hearts were scattered across his hand, but the centerpiece was a little corydora fish—his favorite.

“It’s cute, isn’t it?” you asked, your eyes shining.

Leehan’s face lit up, his expression beaming. “It’s the cutest thing ever!”

Without thinking, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. You leaned into his chest, your head resting against his heartbeat, as the two of you admired the silly little drawings on his hand together.

“You know, I think you just gave me a new look. Maybe I should keep this permanently—kinda suits me, don’t you think?”

You smirked, rolling your eyes. “Yeah, sure. The tough guy with stars and hearts all over his hand. Totally intimidating.”

He laughed, nudging you playfully with his shoulder. “Hey, I make it work. Besides, now I’ve got a personal artist who’s also gorgeous as hell.”

“Lucky you,” you teased, still holding his hand in yours.

He looked at you for a moment, his grin softening just a bit. “But seriously… it’s always fun with you. Even when we’re just messing around like this.”

You tilted your head back slightly to meet his gaze, face only a few inches apart. You raised an eyebrow. “What, doodling on your hand is your idea of excitement?”

Leehan winked, giving you a playful grin. “When I’m with you, yeah, it is.”

You rolled your eyes again, but you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips. He always knew how to balance teasing and sincerity in a way that made your heart flutter. 

And before you could think twice, you leaned up, pressing a soft kiss against his lips. It was slow and sweet,  the kind of kiss that left butterflies in your stomach and a smile on both of your faces when you pulled away.

Leehan brushed his nose against yours, a little breathless. “I guess skipping class has its perks.”

You laughed quietly, your head resting back on his chest as you whispered, “Yeah... I guess it does.”

WOONHAK

Woonhak’s laughter echoed through the halls as he tightened his grip on your hand, your footsteps pounding in unison on the polished floor. The PE teacher’s voice could be heard in the distance, shouting your names as you narrowly escaped being caught for another one of your harmless pranks.

Woonhak glanced over his shoulder to make sure the teacher wasn’t gaining on you. The shouts were growing fainter, and you shared a mischievous look, both of you breathless from running but too exhilarated to stop.

“Woonhak, faster! He’s going to catch up!” you called between heavy breaths, barely able to contain your laughter. Woonhak grinned, tightening his grip on your hand as you ran side by side. It felt like the most natural thing in the world.

“I’m trying!” he called back with a laugh. The school corridor stretched ahead, the lockers blurring as you sped past.

“This way!” Woonhak suddenly tugged you toward a small door left slightly ajar. Without a second thought, he pulled you inside and quickly shut the door, locking it behind him.

The room was tiny, with barely any space to move. You stood close to each other, Woonhak slightly crouched as his head brushed the ceiling, both of you breathing heavily, wide-eyed and grinning like two idiots in love.

Woonhak looked over at you, admiring your flushed cheeks and the soft smile lingering on your lips. There was a lightness in your eyes that made his heart skip. You were so close he could count every freckle on your face, every eyelash casting a shadow on your cheeks. Your shoulder brushed lightly against his arm, and a rush of warmth spread through him. He squeezed your hand gently, brushing his thumb over your knuckles, and he felt you do the same.

Both of you held your breath as the teacher’s footsteps grew louder, then faded away. Woonhak let out a soft exhale. “That was close.”

“I can’t believe we actually did that!” you whispered, giggling softly. Woonhak chuckled in response, though his laugh was so quiet it almost sounded nervous.

He was nervous. Standing there, hand in hand with the literal love of his life, he couldn’t believe he hadn’t passed out yet. His gaze drifted down to your still-interlaced hands, then to your lips. His knees felt weak, and for a moment, he was grateful for the small space supporting him.

“We can’t keep doing this, Woonhak. We’re going to get in serious trouble one day,” you said, but there was a softness to your words that made his chest tighten.

You peeked through the gap in the door, checking if the coast was clear so the two of you could slip out. But Woonhak didn’t want to. He wanted to stay here like this—with your hand in his, your shoulders pressed together—for a little while longer. He tugged softly at your hand, making you look at him, and his heart fluttered when your eyes met his, in that sweet, unfamiliar way that comes with first love.

“YN…” he started, but his voice caught in his throat, unsure of what he wanted to say. But as he looked into your eyes, he didn’t feel the need to say anything at all. It was like you already knew. Your gaze softened as you leaned back, silently agreeing to stay a little longer. Although your legs felt cramped, your heart felt comfortable with Woonhak. So, you were fine with staying in the tiny room, as long as he was there with you.

@onedoornet , @k-films ...

[artytaeh]

for those who read a little of my panicking about how huge the original lorenzo berkshire headcanons post was— here it is: random hcs + lorenzo as your boyfriend.

this man is so carmen - lana del rey coded. i can't say if i love lorenzo berkshire or not, help.

(l.b.) RANDOM HEADCANONS :

⭑ a big fan of herbology. to avoid some stupid comments, lorenzo insists that it's out of fascination for dangerous plants, like the devil's snare (enzo thinks that they're disgusting); in reality, lorenzo really likes to see different flora, being knowledgeable of the romantic language of flowers. one of his favorite plants are the ones meant to be pleasant and pretty.

⭑ so petty. if lorenzo has some nemesis or a rivalry, he would be try to mess up the guy's relationship, by convincing his girlfriend to cheat with enzo. prefers to punch someone emotionally rather than a physical scar.

⭑ if he has a rival that happens to be a girl, well, lorenzo finds it somewhat attractive to banter with someone. might be a one-sided rivalry, since the girl might genuinely mean those comments, while lorenzo is trying to flirt with her and get an angry make out session.

⭑ the biggest gossiper around school. as i've said before, lorenzo knows all versions of the story; might be the type of person who's a friend to all, friend to none (the slytherin boys are an exception). if you want to know something, you'll go to lorenzo berkshire. if he doesn't know, he'll know by the end of the afternoon.

⭑ became a prefect during his sixth year, because he hated umbridge with a burning passion— even though he put on a polite smile to keep himself away from umbridge's radar. even though he was offered the position of prefect at fifth year, and even had some slytherins trying to convince him to accept, lorenzo only took that place as soon as umbridge was gone.

⭑ the biggest fred and george weasley's fan. always had an eye out to testify their pranks, and gave side-eyes to draco whenever he was rude to the twins. their biggest defender, and a bit embarrassing whenever he tried to speak to those 'gryffindor legends', as he calls them.

⭑ became more of a fanboy during his fifth year, and didn't shut up about the twins until the end of the year, praising them for the chaos they created before running away from hogwarts. lorenzo is telling this story to his kids, i promise you that.

⭑ would genuinely try to become friends with his friends' girlfriends— if theodore brought his girlfriend to hang out with their group, lorenzo (and blaise) would be the first one to welcome her into the group. he sympathizes that new groups can be scary.

⭑ attends to every party, nevermind the house hosting it; as a slytherin he'll always claim that the snakes throw the best ones, even though he really likes hufflepuff's ambience. lorenzo stopped going to gryffindor parties as soon as the weasley twins left hogwarts; lorenzo tolerates any kind of music, but fuck, gryffindor makes his ears bleed out.

⭑ isn't that competitive with quidditch matches; if anything, lorenzo is the wise voice that keeps mattheo from hitting his bat straight to another player's skull. instead of being furious that slytherin lost, lorenzo has the tendency to blame himself.

⭑ could and would enter a fight if necessary. one of lorenzo's reasons to swallow his temper (in front of everyone, at least) is to keep his reputation; the other one is to keep his handsome face intact of cuts and bruises.

⭑ frequently excuses his worst actions by convincing himself that he'll change for the better, as soon as he meets the one. lorenzo would never hurt someone that badly — (maybe he's just as selfish as his mother, bellatrix lestrange, inheriting her tendency to abandon everything to pursue her own happiness. as soon as they she feels fulfilled, who cares if others get hurt?) — right? all of his bad habits, all of the things he's done; it will all be gone as soon as he's with her.

and since we're mentioning the one, lorenzo grows anxious in relationships; he contemplates whether this girl is his true match, and becomes paranoid that he's wasting his time on her, instead of the girl meant for him. to decide, lorenzo usually does a list of pros and cons about this recent fling— he'll decide to give it a week or longer than that, after considering what he wrote.

⭑ criminally pretty. the slytherin boys made a scientific study about this infuriating talent of berkshire's heir: managing to look good in any. possible. photo. no matter if lorenzo tries to look silly— he ends up looking good. so unbothered if people take photos of him or keep silly ones; enzo knows that he looks good.

⭑ 'liquid smooth - mitski' vibes. lorenzo was born to be pretty— if he's no longer pretty, if he's not stunning, or not feeling like himself that day, he will have a breakdown and throw some things around the room. for all his masks, lorenzo wonders if the only genuinely good thing about him is his appearance— if he loses it too, what will be of him, with nothing else to love about lorenzo berkshire?

⭑ so unlucky with animals— care of magical creatures isn't the best subject for him, since they seem to smell lorenzo's bullshit miles away. there was this one ravenclaw's cat that almost clawed at his cheek, when he tried to kiss his owner... well. as much as lorenzo tries to win them over, cats give him a specially hard time.

⭑ that being said, lorenzo only has an owl as a pet, specifically to be able to send letters. even so, lorenzo makes sure that she (he named her artemis) is well groomed and taken care of. he always has treats for artemis back on his dorm room, to reward her hard work.

⭑ one of his hobbies is exploring muggle london, and other cities mainly occupied by muggles. lorenzo genuinely believes that the wizardy world is much more interesting, however, he likes to experience muggleborn's life as well— lorenzo is genuinely interested on their method of living.

⭑ his favorite places at hogsmeade are honeyduke's and zonko's; there is yet to be a hogsmeade trip where lorenzo doesn't bring some honeyduke's treats with him— he usually brings extra for his friends, if he notices that one of them is having a hard time.

⋯ ⋯ ﹒ 🪻 ’

(n.) L. BERSKHIRE : as your boyfriend :

this man has experience and a big heart that wants to love, fueled by his (sometimes, extreme) expectations of falling in love.

gives gifts 'just because'; the berkshire family is wealthy, and lorenzo genuinely never had to look at a price tag before; he'll do it even less for the sake of your smile.

however, lorenzo finds more value in handmade gifts, perceiving them as having more emotional value and effort, than something bought at a store. in random days, he'll gift you something that reminded him of you— in special dates, like month anniversaries or your birthday, lorenzo will work on handmade gifts.

some examples are: love letters, bracelets that he got younger years teaching him how to make, photo albums of the two of you, etc.

would have matching plushies with you, though. lorenzo would try to find little outfits for them, specially wedding themed ones; if you happen to be upset with lorenzo, he'll take his plushie to your dorm, and put the two of them on top of your bed, ''kissing.''

not the type of guy that would yell and start a brawl, should someone flirt with you in front of him. lorenzo will open a smile, and say: 'i know, right? my girl is so attractive.' in a way that might leave the other guy embarrassed.

... the thing is, as soon as you're back to your dorm room, and lorenzo catches him alone— mysteriously, it seems like he was a bit unlucky. infirmary wing, unable to go to classes? lorenzo wonders what happened to him. specially because the guy wouldn't be an idiot to land lorenzo in detention, much less try his luck with you.

loud lover that feels no shame about his relationship with you. lorenzo is a romantic person, treating you how he seeks to receive the same treatment from you: he wants you to be a proud girlfriend, the same way he is, showing off his beloved, letting the whole school (and even scotland) know that you're his.

is very attentive about dates. lorenzo knows that life as student of hogwarts is never uneventful, and that your responsibilities grow with age. even so, lorenzo makes sure that you two have a full-on date, with dressing up + planned out activity, at least three times per month. it's a sacred rule to him, that allows your relationship to remain romantic and interesting for both of you.

some of the petnames that i see lorenzo using for his loved one are: sunshine, sweetheart, angel, pretty girl. only ever uses your name when it's a serious conversation or an argument.

heavy gossiper. so mean about it too— would laugh at other people's unfortunes then make a serious face and nod as soon as you reprimand him. he's still laughing inside. as soon as he gets new source of gossip, lorenzo is running to find you.

study dates don't work with the two of you. if he gets a glimpse of you, lorenzo gives up on reading whatever annotations to look at you with heart eyes.

if there's someone you don't like, lorenzo will probably find some bad stuff about that person— just in case, you know? if there's ever an argument between you and them, you already have ammunition to strike them with! lowkey loves badmouthing other people with you. it's his favorite thing to do.

has so many friends that are girls, however, doesn't give them any chance; lorenzo is aware of his reputation and that his many flings might leave you insecure. would genuinely distance himself from a girl for the sake of your relationship with him, or change his behavior near her.

gets nervous when you watch his quidditch practices; lorenzo finds it harder to focus on defending quaffles, knowing that you're there to watch him. will ask you what you thought about the practice— discreetly fishes for some praises here and there.

whenever there are slytherin matches that he plays as a keeper, lorenzo and you will match outfits; it doesn't matter if you're not a slytherin, you will wear slytherin's colors on that day, with lorenzo's jumper on your body and his surname, berkshire, written on your back.

speaking of matching outfits: loves to match with you, or at least wear the same palettes, at least whenever the two of you go for a date together. it's a simple yet cute way to show that hey! we're together! and a happy fashionable couple!

a really good person to go shopping with. not only does he cover any cost without looking at the price tag (lorenzo doesn't want you to spend your own money, since there's no reason to) but he's really good at giving opinions. as i said before, this man dresses so well, so he has a good sense of fashion and an instinct over what works, and doesn't work. what colors favor you, and others that don't you justice.

if you're cold, and it happens to be a chilly weather outside, instead of giving you his warm clothes for the rest of the date, lorenzo will temporarily give you his coat and seek for any clothing store to buy you something warm.

l : sunshine, are you cold? come on, let's buy you a pretty coat. warmer, preferably.

🗯️ : can i choose a scarf for you?

l : of course, sweetheart. let's see if we can find a scarf that matches this new coat of yours.

this becomes a fun game; if one of you buys something, then you'll get something matching for the other. not only does it had to your collection of couple-matching-clothes, but also feeds his large wardrobe. dating lorenzo berkshire comes with extra luggage to pack new clothes, i promise you.

so patient when you're getting ready. lorenzo doesn't mind waiting longer until you're satisfied with your outfit— he knows the struggle, believe me. will help you and give you some opinions (if, and only if you ask.), not wanting you to stress over not feeling pretty enough. even if you had specific hours to leave the castle, enzo knows that any reservation can be postponed, so there's no stress on his part.

passive-aggressive. you know the term, right? unfortunately this is how conflict starts on your relationship; something deeply bothers lorenzo, he gatekeeps it to had some bitterness to his heart, then verbalizes that something is wrong by an unrelated comment.

has a hard time understanding when he's in the wrong, even though he will gladly apologize first to be in good terms with you — even if lorenzo isn't truly apologetic. he priorizes a good ambience in your relationship, than having the world knowing that he won a stupid argument.

kisses you silly. this man is so affectionate; sometimes you're just talking about whatever, and lorenzo will dissociate as he looks at you, cupping your face before peppering many kisses to you cheeks, nose, jaw, chin, lips— anywhere.

lorenzo prefers slow kisses, enjoying the moment without a rush, teasing you by giving you some glances and breaking off the kiss to smile, before tempting your lower lip. couldn't care less if it's in the middle of a hallway, or behind a tree in the courtyard— let people see that you're two teenagers in love!

speaking of physical contact: lorenzo is a bit picky over who touches his hair (he spends a stupid amount of time to make sure that it looks pretty), but loves it when you fix his hair for him. doesn't mind it if you twirl his hair between your fingers, he thinks that's sweet.

loves to hold hands, yet you'll find him walking around with his arm around your shoulders more frequently. also likes to have you sat on his lap, rests his chin on your shoulder and will have you there, even when he's spending time / chatting with his slytherin friends.

if someone's hostile with you, you have five counted seconds to defend yourself before lorenzo jumps to your defense. did someone point out an insecurity of yours? lorenzo is making a nonstop list of things that that person should be insecure about. won't apologize either— they're the one who started!

loves cliches. if you don't know how to dance, lorenzo will teach you during some sleepover to his dorm; helps you learn the steps by having your feet on top of his own, arm around your waist, hand caressing yours as you two giggle and tease each other for your clumsy first try.

would be so pouty and even pushy, if you don't feel like going to parties with him. lorenzo adores going to those— genuinely because he has fun, nevermind how chaotic it can get. besides, he wants to brag about his girlfriend! :( might suggest that you're embarrassed of him, and that is the reason why you'd rather stay in your dorm. (dramatic much, berkshire?)

walks you to classes, only failing to do so if he has classes with professors like snape, on the other end of the castle. this man is punctual, leaving slytherin's dorms early to walk you to the great hall, having breakfast together without a hurry, then walking to class while holding hands. genuinely gets better scores in assignments of classes that you don't have together— he gets distracted if you're there!

now that we're mentioning cliches, there was this one time in october, that you decided to spend the afternoon in the library to study, since it was raining outside. lorenzo came to your side, closed your books and gently took them from your grasp— then, he tugged you to follow him, lifting you by the waist to get the two of you under the rain.

lorenzo spins you on his arms; now that both are soaked with the cold rain, he makes a curtsy, asking you to dance, 'would you conceed me the honor of dancing with you, my lady?' only to kiss your hand, before tugging you closer to him, being that sickeningly sweet couple that brings jealousy to others.

not to your surprise, some other pairs did join you in the courtyard, dancing and jumping over the wet floor.

to mcgonagall's disapproval, she had way too many students skipping next day's classes for being sick.

⋯ ⋯ ﹒ 🪻 ’

౨ৎ the boys, the girls, they all like ▉, he laughs ♡ ͡

like god, his mind's like a diamond, he's still shining . . .

🪻 ; . . . fandom : harry potter.

— lorenzo berkshire is a topic that has been on my drafts during these last days. general headcanons of lorenzo were supposed to be posted first, but i'm still working on them </3 so i plan to post it tomorrow. 🗯️ tysm for reading. ♡

the headers + gifs + icons aren't mine. credits to the respective creators ! 🌷

[hoonvrs]

ENHA AND THEIR HABITS

PAIRING enha x gnr

GENRE est. relationship, fluff

WARNINGS none (i think??)

W. COUNT 1.6k

S. NOTE first proper drabble on this acc to ease me back in to writing, also because i don’t have time to write a full fic but shh

LEE HEESEUNG

( singing your name )

no matter where he is, he constantly sings your name

could be in public, at home, even at work

sometimes you’ll hear him singing your name out before you even hear him approaching you

has a new habit of singing your name in the middle of random conversations

he’d be talking to you in the most monotone voice ever then here comes mariah carey once your name is mentioned

would finish his sentence in the most normal voice ever as if he didn’t just scream your name in falsetto

gets weird stares from everyone around you

( adamant to talk to you even though he’s actively falling asleep )

you both fell into the routine of calling each other at night

and even though you can hear him slurring his speech and dosing off he refuses to hang up

would deny to hell and back that he is sleepy

even though you can literally hear him losing consciousness

would eventually hang up on him because the arguing became him saying incoherent words trying to prove himself

guess what: did not prove anything

expect him to call all pouty the next morning because you hung up

PARK JONGSEONG

( touch your hair )

he’s not used to long hair (or at least longer)

would easily become obsessed with touching your hair

once saw a tiktok of how to braid hair and fell into a rabbit hole

would randomly try and braid your hair after watching a few youtube tutorials and 100% creates a lot of knots

but you still let him because he’s just so cute when he tries to brush your hair carefully without hurting you (would also give the best scalp messages)

if you have curly/coily hair he’d start asking about your hair type and would loveee helping you when its hair day

camera roll is just filled with pictures of him with bobby pins in his mouth/experimenting on your hair

( intense eye contact )

jay has never had a problem with holding eye contact talking to people

so poor baby was confused when you could barely hold eye contact for a minute

after getting together he’d ask you why you did that, and you had to explain that not everyone can intensely hold eye contact the whole time

also mentioned how him being attractive did not help your case

definitely the type to follow your eyes with his whole face to tease you

also prepare your heart for being on the receiving end of his ‘madly in love’ stare

would stare at you with his pretty boy eyes with so much love and no shame, he couldn’t care less who sees him

SIM JAEYUN

( blinking at you expectingly )

everyone knows jake is a very curious boy

both you and him knew that

so, him asking you questions about everything and anything is normal to you

but after the first few questions you realise, he never fails to look at you expectantly blinking his eyes at a kind of concerning speed

don’t think he even realises he does it

but it’s the cutest thing ever so its okay

could ask you the most out of pocket question then give you puppy eyes blinking at you cutely 

would push you into an existential crisis with his questions about life and debrief you with his blinking  

( resting his head on your lap )

you can never sit down to do anything without suddenly feeling something heavy in your lap

sit down and you’ll be able to distantly hear the sound of someone running full speed to lay on you

jake is a big fan of head scratches but sometimes he just wants to be there

could both be doing you own thing

no ‘hi, hello how was your day’ just head in lap and hand in hair

once you nudged him away from your lap because he wouldn’t stop fidgeting and he gave you the silent treatment for 2 hours

nothing a few head rubs and praises can’t fix

PARK SUNGHOON

( tieing your shoelaces )

hoon is a domestic type of boyfriend 

so don’t be surprised when he likes to help you do mundane acts like putting on your coat, opening the door for you

but his favourite thing to do is tie your shoelaces

you don’t know why he likes doing it so much and honestly neither does he

bonus points if the weather is cold and you’re wearing a puffy coat with a scarf and hat practically drowning you 

sometimes he’ll watch you struggle a little when you can’t reach your shoes comfortably before sweeping in to save you

god forbid he sees you let someone else do it, you’ll have to deal with a petty sunghoon for the rest of the day

( squeezing/biting you )

when you first got together he’d randomly lean over to you and squeeze whatever limb is closest to him

sometimes it’s cute like your arm or thigh but sometimes he’s a weirdo and will squeeze your ankle if its close enough

after becoming more comfortable he’d start grabbing you more until one day he bit you

you were both cuddling on the couch watching a movie when you suddenly feel a set of teeth gently bite your cheek

cue him trying to explain himself whilst you stare at him holding your cheek in confusion

it’s a little cute like when he bites softly onto your hand but sometimes it would fucking hurt like the one time he back hugged you and bit you on the back

he suffers from high levels of cuteness aggression so it won’t be the last time he bites you a little too hard

KIM SUNWOO

( watch you do your makeup )

sunoo grew up watching his sister do her makeup in the mirror nearly everyday so of course he’d watch when you do it

would love to see the way you decide what look to do and what colours to pick

make sure to always ask for his input because he loves helping you pick your makeup

a little hesitant to ask to try on you since his sister never let him

would start smiling so hard when you let him

a bit scary though when he’s doing your makeup and giggling to himself

surprisingly good at it which confuses you because who was he practicing on hmm

( push up/take off your glasses )

when you first met sunoo you were wearing your contacts

so, when he saw you on a random day wearing glasses he became obsessed 

prefers at home dates since it usually means you wear your glasses instead of contacts

started a little thing were he’ll push your glasses up when its slides down

might slope down the little bit and now his finger is in your face

sometimes he’ll just completely take it off to mess with you

finds it hilarious when you try to read something far away and he snatches them off so you can’t see anymore

YANG JUNGWON

( watch you pick what to wear )

jungwon was shocked at the amount of clothes you had when you first started dating

which only got worse after you started stealing all his clothes

shocked gasps can be heard every time he hears you say you have nothing to wear

he finds the whole process of you picking out an outfit funny

loves when you try on multiple outfits because he knows you’ll probably end up with one of his hoodies and jeans

refuses to help you pick because you always ask only to do whatever you want 

loves when you make a pile of clothes you don’t want to wear on your bed because he can smell his and your perfume mixing from his hoodies

( poke/tickle you )

where sunghoon squeezes and bites, jungwon pokes and tickles

did it once to scare you but you didn’t react so now he’s made it his life goal to catch you off guard

convinced he can condition you into being ticklish if he tries hard enough like okay pavlov

will walk past you and jab his finger into your rib and get no reaction

where some people get bored and move on to someone who will react, yang jungwon only becomes more determined

has tried tickling you through the day to see if that changes anything. it doesn’t

lets just say a little argument ensued once when he decided to tickle you at 3am in your sleep

NISHIMURA RIKI

( constant touch )

niki is someone who needs constant physical touch 

he’s so dramatic with it too oh my god he’ll start whining about if you don’t touch him now he’ll die in two seconds

began with him trying to hug you 24/7 even when the members would tease him he wouldn’t let go

that soon changed to intertwining pinkies because walking whilst hugging is not easy

if for some reason he can’t hug or hold you pinkie he’ll make do

sometimes he’ll link your arms or pinch your clothes

another weirdo who’ll hug your leg if he has to

( looking for you in the morning )

he’s become accustomed to waking up with you that if he doesn’t see you next to him he’ll get up to look for you

it’s cute to you when he comes into the living room or kitchen dishevelled and hugs you

but scares the fuck out of his members

they were convinced for the first month he was sleep walking

would see niki at ass o’clock going through each room calling out your name like a broken record

would take him a minute to process the fact that you’re not there

would get sent a new videos daily from one of the members of a groggy niki going through the rooms saying your name

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[sujiri]

°⋆♡︎.ೃ࿔:･ loving you

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: nanami kento x fem!reader, 5 signs of love language, fluff

a/n: i'm a sucker of how romantic kento could be. random headcanons are written. this is how nanami kento shows his love to you^^

𓏲𝄢 words of affirmation

kento is a man of few words, that's the start. he's not the one who always talks, babbles up about this and that, no.. he's not typically talkative. he prefers to listen to you all day, he thinks that you have more interesting things to say, no matter it's about your day, this random memory from 5 years ago or last night, complains and rants, and anything that he finds endearing. your voice is his favorite sound— favorite music, if you even have a podcast, he would gladly listen to it all day long. he would comment to every word you say and pays attention no matter how nonsense and hilarious it sounds. this also comes with those times when the two of you argue, damn, the world— the universe knows how patient and calm man he is, his words would sometimes humble you if you're in the wrong, he doesn't raise his voice nor cursed at you, no matter how angry or disappointed he feels. never. if you both have cooled down, that's his cue to talk. although he's a man of few words, he knows what exactly to say. kento assures you in every way, although your humor would be a little different from him, he tries his best to understand, saying i love you's, i miss you's, i'm sorry, you're gorgeous, stunning, pretty, beautiful. praises and assurance, oh how it makes you melt. kento loves everything about you, and if he needs to understand your personality, behavior, or humor again, he would take the time to learn. because it's just another piece of you to love.

𓏲𝄢 physical touch

kento loves to touch you. not always in a sexual way. he loves to touch you, hold you, feel you, and embrace you. in a way he would just hold your hand, shoulder, face, waist, and other parts of your body. this usually happens, whenever you're talking then he would suddenly hold and caress your arm or hair in the middle of the conversation while he's listening. sometimes, it's your hand, rubbing it with his thumb gently and feeling your skin, your warmth. sometimes, kento wraps his arm around your waist and shoulder, of course he wants his girl close to him. can you imagine how many times he have kissed your forehead and cheek so sudden? moreover, hugging and kissing are no exception, he always hug you any time of the day. when you're cooking, alone, cuddling, or just sleeping. this comes with the kissing part, kento loves to kiss you slow but passionate, not sloppy, not rough, but passionate. he wants to taste you in a proper way, therefore he takes his time. the way your lips presses to his makes him flutter (if you only have any idea), your kiss is something he yearns after all, anytime anywhere, it's the reason why he breathes. it's a need.

𓏲𝄢 quality time

no matter how busy kento is, he will always find ways to make time for you. he wants to be there for you no matter what. he's the one who mostly propose dates. going outside the city? he would pack everything for your small trip, fancy dinner? he would book the fanciest restaurant he knows in the meantime. picnic dates, movies, coffee dates, cooking together dates, aquarium dates, amusement park dates, you name it. kento would organize and prepare everything, you don't have to worry about anything except packing your clothes or making yourself pretty (he always see you pretty). as long as you're with him, everything is perfect. he wants to create every memory with you. nanami kento is contented, always contented by your existence.

𓏲𝄢 receiving gifts

since when you and kento enters this relationship, this marriage, he got this habit where he gives you gifts. either small or big. you complained about it, not in a way where you don't like it, it's because you're worried. he went to the point he gifts and buys you a lot of expensive materialistic things; brand new jewelries, make-up, and clothes are just one of the things he always buys for you aside from flowers he gifts you in every random day. i have a thing that kento found another way to gift you, he learned origami. it's kind of funny when he tries to hide what he's creating one time to make it a surprise, he's not skilled when it comes to crafts, his origami would look crumpled, he struggled in another step, the results was far from his expectations. mostly, he creates flower origami. he's even surprised himself that he can manage to learn a skill like those things. gifts are just one more thing that kento wants to show you as his affection. the way your eyes sparks, how your lips shapes into an ‘o’ or turn into a smile, and how your entire face lits up everytime he gifted you something. it makes him flutter and fuzzy although his face doesn't entirely shows it. he wouldn't always mind to spend another penny just to see how happy you can get in every gift he gives.

𓏲𝄢 acts of service

i would bet that kento shows his love more in acts of service, it's next to words of affirmation. it's always the little things, you're exhausted after a stressful week? he would cook, do the dishes, clean around your home, and do more basic house chores, it's a piece of cake. fixing your dress if he noticed that it doesn't look good, giving you the exact thing you needed without saying it first, carrying the grocery or shopping bags, wiping your face when you sweat a lot, placing your slippers or shoes when you're about to go outside or inside, bakes you the pastry recipe he learned online, and if you have any day of not-the-very-best, kento would do the usual; cooking your comfort food, wrapping you some warm blanket or giving your comfiest pjs to wear, switching the tv channel to your favorite movie, and he'll just stay by your side, cuddling you until you're ready to talk about it. he understands that everything doesn't have to be said immediately. nanami kento shows his affection to make you special, in every way, every situation, anytime anywhere. he would always make sure you're fed— not just fed with food, but fed with his love. you're not just his wife, you're his lover, partner, best friend, one and only, and his everything. that's why you always feel the exactly the same.

[tonowarii]

can i request a tsu'tey x dreamwalker!reader where he just indulge them in their rambles about earth?? reader is just talking about the most random things like cats and he's just there sitting next to her, listening. could be fem or gn reader, up to u!

(im a sucker for tsu'tey lmao)

and you shall receive!! ❤️ i'm sorry this took too long omg

tsu'tey te rongloa ateyitan x gn! dreamwalker! reader

Tsu'tey would rather feed himself to a thanator than to admit that one of his most awaited (and favorite) past times is where he's sat beside you, hearing you ramble on about anything and everything about your home town, which was earth. A planet away.

Now, his eyes carefully watched you as you made all these gestures from your hands as every expression you made enchanced your story.

Then something sparked in your head as you pointed a finger.

"Now, I don't know if this is a coincidence but have you noticed that we- or the na'vi look like cats!" You turned to Tsu'tey.

Tsu'tey's brows furrowed. What in Eywa was a "cat" and why does it look like them?

"What is a cat?" Tsu'tey asked, hoping that it further indulged you in your rambling.

You gasp out loud like what he said was something blasphemous. It had him confused.

"Okay, cats! Where do I start?" You think for a moment before you used your hands to show him an approximate size of cats back on earth. "They're this small... Wait is this correct... That reminds me I haven't seen a cat in a long time.." You battled with yourself as Tsu'tey chuckled.

Knowing someone was listening to you, you went back on explaining. "They're this small, at least I think so," You think again. "And they have ears like us." You said, pointing at his ears. "They have noses like us too." Then pointing at his nose.

"And don't forget about the tails, they have that too." You say, motioning to Tsu'tey's tail who was curled next to yours as you sat beside each other.

Tsu'tey nods, following your words.

"But they can be quite mean sometimes... And annoying, but we, humans, love them nonetheless." You added.

"Ah, can they.. Speak?" Tsu'tey asked.

"No, not really they just.. Meow." You answered.

Tsu'tey chuckled at the sound you made. Truly this 'cat' sounds something he'd like to see up close due to your impressive storytelling.

"Then why do you find them annoying?" He continued to ask more questions, getting to hear your voice being filled with wonder as you reminisced truly had an effect on him.

There was indeed no one like you.

"As far as I can remember, they tend to whine at me begging for more food when I just fed them!" You laugh. "I had a cat once and gods," You sighed.

"He always knocks things off of my table back in my house."

Tsu'tey seems amused. "Like- he would just look at me and let's say there was a pen on the table, he'd look at me-" You say, looking at Tsu'tey to demonstrate how he'd look.

"And he's using his little paw and his audacity to flick it off the table!"

Even though Tsu'tey couldn't understand parts of your sentence he truly felt that it annoyed you, but your smile said otherwise.

"Am I... like cat?" Tsu'tey asked.

Your eyes widened and you laughed. "I mean, yes.. Well yea actually now that I think about it-"

"You find me annoying?" He tilts his head, smirk now forming his mouth.

You quickly shake your head. "No! No! You are far from annoying." You defensively state.

"But you are like a cat." You smile up at him.

"How so?"

You laugh as you think of the reasons, holding a finger up for each one.

"One, you like to climb, don't you? Second, you have this habit of staring at people like you're judging them-"

"I do not do that-"

"Yes you do. Third, you like to be clingy when no one's around and when you're faced with other people you're suddenly this big intimidating creature." You laugh as Tsu'tey scrunches his face.

"I do not like this anymore."

You laugh further, leaning onto him as his arm suddenly wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you close to him.

"See, you are a cat, Tsu'tey, ma yawne."

He shakes his head with a small smile on his face.

"Oh! And fourth, you purr." You giggle, nuzzling yourself on his chest, indeed hearing a faint purring from him as you lay close.

Tsu'tey shakes his head, rubbing your arm as you thought about another topic you could talk his ear off of.

[yandere-sins]

OMG that yandere spot was sooo good, people hardly write him yandere it suckss </3 could you do some more with him? i dont have any big ideas on hand, maybe just him having you prone with his spots, cuddling you? idk, but hes so cute lol

Aww, he really is such a cutie! Thank for requesting him ^-^

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Your hands sunk into the black spots, the portal sucking them in greedily the moment your body hit the ground.

Was it the ground? Maybe it was the ceiling or the wall, but it was hard to tell, with the sterile white color interrupted only by countless black spots being all you could see. Somewhere to your lower left, you saw the fingers of your right hand emerge, and although you could feel the outlines of the spot with your left, you had no clue where it had gone. The disconnect to all your limbs had become easier to understand for your brain after having been in this situation so many times. But it never completely disappeared, always leaving you anxious. All you could do was remind yourself not to be hasty and to keep a cool head. You didn't want one of your limbs to accidentally be severed by panic or rash decisions.

"Gotcha!" Spot chuckled, letting himself fall forward-upwards-downwards—whatever direction, directly on top of you. You ground your teeth in frustration about the failed escape, turning your head away as he hovered his in front of you.

"Worth a try," he admitted, pouring salt into the wound of your failure. "Too bad you can't outrun me."

"I could, and I did, Psycho!" you spat right back into his featureless face, and though not visible, you heard the grin in his voice when he spoke next, your feistiness a point of excitement to him rather than anger.

"And then still stepped right into my spot like an amateur. Really, have you not learned anything in all this time?"

As if to solidify his claim, you glanced down at the feeling of your leg being sucked into yet another portal, all the way up to your knee. You gasped when it appeared right over your head, wiggling as your body tried to deal with the disconnect until your shoe loosened from your foot.

Quickly closing your eyes, you braced for the hit, ducking your head when you heard a dull thud. By the time you dared to open one eye, the shoe was already silently resting some feet away, and Spot cleared his throat, apologetically admitting, "Sorry, that was on me."

Somehow, the break from his villain act made you breathe out all the tension and adrenaline you had harbored in your body from the escape, leaving nothing but exhaustion behind. Sure, you had failed again. Jumped into a random portal that Spot had opened before suddenly finding yourself flying through the air in some unfamiliar universe. Luckily, he noticed you escaping his "spot-verse" and teleported you to safety. Still, after a long chase around skyscrapers and shops, you made the fatal mistake of not looking down while walking, stepping right back into his portal.

It was unfortunate, but at least you tried.

"Can't you just... I don't know... come to terms with this?" he asked, gesturing one hand around you two as if to mean this space he created. You blew some hair out of your face so he could see you rolling your eyes before replying curtly, "No."

"Come on, it's not half as bad as you make it out to be."

Rolling over to lay at your side, defeated by your defiance, Spot rested his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat. A habit he liked to live out a lot these days. "You're warm," he mused, this time sounding like a content smile was playing on his lips. Thanks to his spots, it was easy for him to wrap his arms around you through the floor, and he nuzzled his face into your immobilized body, even when you heaved a deep breath of annoyance.

"I was about to declare war on Spiderman today. Before you popped out of the sky, that is."

"Who cares. You've already declared it a thousand times."

Spot perked up, lifting one white sausage finger into the air and wagging it. "No, no, no. For real, this time. I was going to make it official."

With a sigh, he laid back down again, mushing the spot on his face as far as possible into you. One day, he'd just consume you whole, you feared. One day, he'd lose control, and the nagging feeling of his portals sucking at your skin would turn everything into a black hole, decimating you. The thought brought goosebumps to your skin and a frown to your face. Your days were numbered if this continued, and the urgency of escape nagged at the back of your mind again.

"What if you fail again? What will you do then?" you asked, entertaining his illusions the only thing you had to fight the anxiety and boredom in this isolated space. Even if they were hypotheses and Spot was still a loser despite his new powers, listening to him was like watching a bad soap opera—just barely entertaining. You doubted he noticed the weight in your words, the comparison you drew between him and you.

"Come back to you?" he replied, sounding like a question even though it was more like a fact. It was as if he asked for permission, knew he wouldn't get it, and still decided to state his thoughts. "At least I got you waiting for me, but I know I won't fail."

It wasn't the answer you wanted to hear. No one would were they in your position, but it reminded you of the complexity of his feelings, the way he seemed to genuinely like you even if all of this wasn't healthy.

"What if I'm not here?"

"Then I'll go out and find you."

"I see."

Resting his chin on your chest, Spot looked up at you. Adoringly, in love you imagined. "Do you doubt me?" he asked and you questioned yourself for a few seconds before shaking your head. "No, but does it really matter that we stay here of all places then? You can just come and find me if it's so easy for you, no?"

"What's wrong with this place? It's cozy!"

"It really isn't!" you complained, moaning about him thinking white walls, white floors, black dots, and white ceilings were anything but mentally driving you nuts. "I hate how white everything is! It's awful!"

Spot gave an offended huff before getting away from you, sitting by your side as he looked around. "Is it that bad?" he mumbled before his head dropped, his gaze unmistakably falling on himself. "Do you hate me, too?"

There was a soft whine in his voice, pleading with you not to agree. But how could you? You did positively hate that guy who kidnapped you off the street and held you like a glorified pet, professing his love while keeping you locked up in a different universe away from your own, stealing food for you instead of taking you on dates like someone normal would. Everything was just wrong about this guy, and you didn't just mean his inhuman looks!

"Well, duh," you mumbled, exasperated. There was a long moment of silence before he sighed.

"So that's how you see me..." Spot mumbled, and you hoped the discussion for the day would be over now. But to your surprise, his hands suddenly crashed down at the sides of your head, darkness shredding through the white ground and climbing up his arms. You instinctively wanted to move away, but his portals kept your body in a tight hold, even as the black spread over the previously white everything around you.

"Well then," he asked, no signs of sadness in his voice anymore. You directed your gaze forward, your body signaling you to get the fuck away from the creature that appeared before you now, but you couldn't do anything. Soon enough, all of his white skin was shrouded in black, the space you two resided in twisting and turning in threads of black, your body dunked into darkness with only Spot standing out against the change.

"How about I show you something amazing to ogle? Something that will convince you that I can defeat that pesty spider?"

A terrifying grimace ripped through his body, the whole space vibrating with power you had never witnessed before. You were too choked up to speak, too scared to move even a muscle. You could only watch Spot's face split into a monstrous, sinister grin as the black around you began devouring you.

"Do you love me now, Darling?"

[pandulce135]

Hi hi! Can I ask for Donatello x a fem reader who finds out this normally goofy and bubbly cinnamon roll is actually really smart, but has been hiding it because she's worried that people won't like it? Can either be friends to lovers or established relationship, go wild!

Notes: It's been a month but I finally did it! I really did my best here, I kind of struggled but like, I hope I can get at least a 3.5 stars out of 5 haha. I'm gonna start naming my fics like early 2000's FOB songs starting now.

Warnings: reader labeled as 'stupid' and 'dumb,' acceptance of a negative role, reader looked down upon, not really proofread, lmk if I need to add anything else.

Word Count: 1.8k

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So Smart, So Dumb: The Role That Was Given

You bounded into the Lair of your turtle friends. A soft smile was planted on your lips as you made the walk through the dim and, quite frankly, disgusting sewers. Not that you would expect them to be clean by any means. Just a few years ago, you never imagined yourself taking frequent walks through the underground tunnels of trash water to get to your friends. Now you knew these tunnels like the back of your hand, not that you’ve made it all that obvious.

There were subtle things you did that made both your book smarts and street smarts nearly unknown to your friends. Mikey seemed to be the only one to begin to pick up on your small habits. How you always hung around in the middle of the group when walking through the sewers but knowing where each path led, your seemingly limitless questions about Donnie’s tech and the Hidden City, how you even asked questions to no one just to realize you knew the answer all along, and how you knew completely random fun facts. You even Googled a large number of ‘how to’s recently. Sure, there were things here and there that you genuinely didn’t know, but now you had the reputation of ‘pretty and pretty stupid.’

Less work for your brain when in life or death situations. That was arguably the smartest move of all- to work smarter, not harder. You nearly laughed when you thought that.

It may have bordered on manipulation, but what the turtles and April didn’t know won’t hurt them.

It wasn’t long until you finally made it to the Lair. The opening that held the boys’ huge skate ramps and was their general hangout spot held three of the four turtles. You spotted Leo lounging on the beanbag reading a comic, Raph was doing a set bicep curls on his bench, and Mikey was laying on his plastron and doodling away in his sketchbook. The youngest was the first to notice your arrival.

“Hi, Y/N!” He smiled his big goofy smile in your direction, which caused your own smile to grow.

“Hi, guys!” You waved enthusiastically.

“Y/N! What are you doing here?” Raph put down his dumbbell with a grunt before turning to face you.

Leo chuckled, his eyes not moving away from the comic. “They’re obviously here to see Donnie.” The smirk in his voice was as clear as day and you couldn’t help but let out a nervous laugh. Your hands flew to hold onto each other behind your back as you rocked back and forth from your toe to your heel.

“He said he needed help with something he’s working on.”

There was a pause before all three of the turtles in front of you bursted out laughing, halting your movements. You watched as they laughed at the thought of you actually being of use to Donnie. Sure it was an assumption on the situation, but there’s not much else it could be.

They finally finished, each of them wiping away a stray tear. “Hardy har. I’m glad I could be amusing to you boys, but I have to go before Don starts spamming me with texts.” As if on cue, your phone buzzed in your back pocket. You pulled it out and looked down at it. Sure enough, it was him. You faced the screen to the boys. “That’s my cue! Have fun doing… whatever.”

You entered Don’s lab just as another message was sent through to your phone. “Don, I’m here,” you announced with a chuckle, which caused him raise his head from what he was working on on his desk to you.

“I heard you speaking with my brothers, but I needed you here urgently.” He was suddenly standing and moved away to focus on a few pieces of material on the table behind him. Some thick pieces of metal.

“My normal job?”

“Yes, your normal job.”

Your normal job was handing him the tools he asked for. When you first started this for him he assumed you would know nothing about the tools he was working with. He was shocked when you were able to differentiate the phillip screwdriver from the flathead and star. At that point, you had earned the title of ‘the dumb one’ but said you were willing to help him. No one else volunteered so he cut his losses and allowed you to help him.

So, you made your way over to his desk to sit down on his massive chair. You were the only one allowed to sit in it. It was like a reward for helping him out.

“So, whatcha workin’ on?” You asked as you spun around in the chair in half circles, bouncing side to side with the help of your feet as stoppers.

“Oh, only my next big scientific advancement. Once I finish up this bad boy, I’ll be the next Einstein with my own Nobel Prize!” Donnie exclaimed, holding out his hand for a tool. “The drill please.” You spun in your chair to grab the drill off of his desk and set it to the forward option. You pressed the trigger twice quickly to make sure it functioned before handing it to Donnie.

His response didn’t answer your question, so you looked down at the construction drawing on Donnie’s desk. It was for the piece of machinery he seemed to have his mind set on building. It didn’t even have a title. A glance at the materials and measurements made you furrow your eyebrows.

“Don, I don’t think your measurements are right. Are you sure you measured everything correctly?” You asked, not moving your gaze away from the paper. You started working on your own measurements on the sheet of material next to you.

Donnie produced a loud gasp from somewhere behind you. “You dare doubt my measurements?” He sounded utterly shocked and nearly betrayed. “Scoff! When will you learn, I am always precise and correct when it comes to such-”

“You didn’t take into account the actual width of the material in your measurements,” you cut him off to show him the numbers you produced. You noted how his eyebrow twitched and how his stance stiffened as soon as you spoke over him. “Sorry I cut you off, but you probably wouldn’t have let me show you otherwise.”

Upon processing your words, Donnie let out a breath and loosened up. “Fine, let me take a look.” He snatched the papers from your grasp peered down at them. His eyes narrowed at the one with your measurements before widening slightly. “Wait a minute.” With movements so fast you could hardly register them, Donnie grabbed a measuring tape to measure the width of the material. “Holy mackerel, you’re right!”

You laughed at his reaction. “Don’t act so shocked, Don. It was an easy mistake to fix, and an even easier one to make. I’m glad I was able to look it over.”

“You act like you’ve made the same mistake before.”

“Adding measurements together in a workshop environment is difficult sometimes,” you sighed but you shot him a smile anyways. “But you’re doing amazing, sweaty.”

“Oh, shut up.” He couldn’t help but smile at your words. You noticed how you seemed to have such an effect on him. “You’re a lot smarter than you let on.”

“Yeah, that’s the goal.” You laughed as you leaned back in his chair and he furrowed his drawn on eyebrows at you.

“Wait, wait, wait… what?” He dropped what he was working on. “You were just acting stupid this whole time?”

“I have a reputation to uphold. ‘Pretty and pretty dumb,’ right?” You began swinging your feet back and forth. You noticed as Donnie tensed up again. “You guys aren’t able to stay quiet about anything.” You laughed out again, but it was obvious that is was more forced. “Plus, it’s just easier to do as told than come up with any plan in a life or death situation. It wasn’t that I was like, playing you guys or anything. I was just… filling in the role you guys gave me. I think I did a pretty good job.” You gasped. “Oh, I could totally be an actor, what do you think?” You looked at him with raised eyebrows and an expectant gaze.

“What do I think? I think you’ve had plenty of opportunities to show us how smart you are and prove us all wrong! Why on Galileo’s good Earth would you not do that?” Donnie nearly shouted and you frowned. “I, personally, would not stand that!”

“I’m not you, Donnie,” you stated blankly, a firmness taking hold in your voice. Donnie grew physically uneasy. “The reputation stuck. I didn’t want to deal with the aftermath of such a revelation. Especially now. It’s easier to just… let you guys think I’m a silly, goofy idiot.” You ran a hand down your face. “Let’s be honest, it was so much easier for me, the most.”

“Oh…”

“Oh,” you mocked. “It’s such a shocking revelation that I’m decently smart, I know,” a sarcasm seeped its way through your voice as you leaned your elbow on the arm of Donnie’s chair. Your head rested on in your hand. “Let’s just… get back to work on your ‘next big scientific advancement.’” You turned in the chair to face the tools again.

There were a few seconds of silence before he spoke up. “No.” You sat up straight at Donnie’s word.

“What?”

“Let’s do something else.”

You turned around to see the materials that were supposed to be used to create scientific greatness were all discarded on the table that was now behind Donnie. He stood in front of your sitting form and planted both hands on the arms of the chair.

“How about pizza and a movie? My treat.”

You raised an eyebrow as you stared up at Donnie. “Really?” You suddenly smiled. “You sure it’s not just an apology?”

He pulled away from the chair and turned to the the side with his arms crossed over his plastron. “Psh, as if… maybe… it is…n’t.”

“Oh, Donnie!” You gushed as you clasped your hands together, most of your negative emotions left in few seconds of the past. “So you can be thoughtful!”

“Hey, I’ll show you thoughtful!”

“Really?”

“Let’s just go, you dum dum,” Donnie grumbled out with flushed cheeks before pulling you out of the chair and dragging you out of his lab. “And yeah, I guess it’s my way of saying sorry,” he muttered, holding onto your hand with a tight grip as you followed him.

Your soft smile returned to your lips. “Thanks, Don.”

[variousxreader]

I DUNNO IF THIS WAS THE RIGHT INBOX OR NOT AAAAA

CAPTAIN KOBY HEADCANONS MY BELOVED

(Haven’t watched that far into One Piece, I’m at like episode 500 so sorry if these are ooc at all)

General

- Doesn’t like coffee, no matter how much sugar or creamer he puts in it’s always not quite right or to his liking, he’s the same way with some teas.

- Keeps a pocket sketchbook or some sort of small notebook hand, sketches or writes about things he sees or thinks about.

- Favorite animal would be otters, I feel like he would see them frequently while sailing and overall likes them for their smarts, such as using rocks to open shells. Though, he absolutely adores how they hold hands or hold their kin while they sleep or float to not get lost.

- Morning person, definitely. Almost always the first one up and awake, walking around and already doing things while everyone else is still in bed.

- While he has grown up and became stronger, he’s still an easy crier. He gets emotional over things and while he can shove down the need to cry, he finds some place private to let his emotions go. He doesn’t like it when people see him cry publically, he feels like that wouldn’t make him “strong” to anyone anymore, especially with everything he has to go through.

- Struggles with anxiety, and I mean this man is brimming with it. His habit of overthinking can lead him to peril, while he has been scolded for “not doing anything and risking lives” due to it, some of his decisions after that could seem reckless, as he wouldn’t even give a second thought to the first thing that comes to mind.

- Definitely sleeps hugging a pillow, cannot sleep without hugging or holding something.

- Personal headcanon (I don’t know if we ever learn about his family or not) I think that while yes he truly did mistake the Alvida pirate’s boat for a fishing boat, he really was trying to sail away for good that day. People in his life would always tell him that he cries too easily or was too skittish about literally everything, overall bringing him down for years of his life. Yes, it was ok when he was younger, but while this behavior continued, people yelled at him more about how he needed to “not be such a crybaby” and not be so afraid of everything. Even now, he has issues dealing with people yelling or raising their voice at him.

- Another personal headcanon, this fella is so trans masc coded to me. When he found Luffy he was scared at first of course, some random ass stranger popped out of a barrel. But what really sold him is that Luffy didn’t question him at all about how he sounded or looked different, but to be quite frank, Luffy doesn’t seem like the type of person to bring that up anyway. Yes, Luffy saved him and he’s happy about that, but he also saw how he was? How he actually wanted to be? AND inspired his dreams?? The boost of confidence he got from that still fuels him to this day as a captain, that’s why he still looks back to that day, the first day someone saw him for who he actually was and didn’t question him. Still questions to this day if he’s valid or even passing for that matter, but that memory always helps him with dysphoria.

S/O

- Loves spooning, he doesn’t care if he's big or little spoon, he’s perfectly content either being held or him holding you. Though, he does have the habit of being mostly big spoon since he wants to protect you and keep you safe.

- His love language would definitely be quality time, especially with how long he has to be gone for sometimes. When he comes back after whatever duties he had, all he wants to do is spend some time with you doing whatever. Could be something as little as just sitting and holding each other in silence, or something more like going shopping or on a date. Though, his favorite thing to do would probably be being able to snuggle up with the person he cares the most about and rest without having to worry.

- Love hugging his s/o from behind and resting his head on their back or shoulder, depending on his height.

- This man is all green flags, will absolutely pamper his s/o if they’re feeling under the weather and sooth them if they’re not feeling 100%.

Sorry for any spelling mistakes btw :3€

AAAAA GOD TIER HEADCANONS!!!! I love them all!!!!!!

Don't you worry, im crawling through Impel Down, dreading 482 and what comes after 🙃 Ace girl things™️

But AAAAA no SADS JUST KOBY

This man has abused golden retriever energy, like rescued and bounced back and is the healthiest boy now.

He is a literal cinnamon roll!!!!!

God he'd cry over every animal he sees because its so cute. Like "S/O! Look!!!!! At them!!! Can we adopt them?!" Its so hard to say no

I loveeeeeeee the idea of him falling for a Pirate. Man is so upset about it too at first, like he is so in denial about it. Till a silly fanfic esq situation gets them alone and he can't deny the attraction, physical and emotional anymore?! Chefs kiss the drama!

I also love the idea for Trans masc Koby, that Garp is just like Luffy in his acceptance, like hes so confused as to why people would be upset that Koby identifies as a man. "You say you're a man so you're a man. " simple as that.

Also, forehead kisses on his scar!!!!!

Steal his bandana to tie up your own hair, the mans heart nearly stops and he clutches his chest.

Also i love the idea of his S/O trolling Alvida in subtle ways. As petty revenge on Koby's behalf. Like just any chance they get, they fuck with her. Steals her hat or something just goofy shit that you know would drive the unhinged woman mad.

Koby would 10/10 write little love poems in that notepad/ sketch book for his s/o or crush. Not that he'd be brave enough to share. He could be convinced. Lol

Hes a precious little Peony

[kyuuppi]

Have to share this dream I had last night cause it's so ooc of me but god it had me feening--

I had a dream about motorcycle gang leader Arataki Itto. Like, Itto in a black leather jacket, stretched tight over his biceps and fat tits. Itto insisting you always wear a helmet when you ride with him, even if he only has one. Itto whose always pulling risky tricks and breaking street laws when it's just the gang but the moment you're seated behind him, arms wrapped around his thick waist like a koala, he's suddenly the safest driver ever. Itto who's big, tattooed and pierced, with a booming voice--the epitome of intimidating--and yet he's touching you like you're made of glass and always always asking for verbal consent.

"Can I go further?" He asks earnestly, harsh breaths warming your cheeks as he holds you close.

His hands stay firmly on your hips and waist, fingers twitching in anticipation not unlike his hips that threaten to thrust against your own when you accidentally brush against the hardness in his leather jeans.

You wonder why he bothered asking--your legs are wrapped so tightly around him, trapping him against you to the point it would take nothing less than a divine force to separate your two. And yet his thoughtfulness, the sam phrase you'd heard countless times before, still causes something to flutter in your chest before you vocalize your consent.

Before the syllables have even fully left your lips, Itto is lifting you up in an impressive show of strength. In just three short strides you're dumped onto the soft mattress of his studio apartment, his own body coming down with you and slightly crushing you beneath his weight before he adjusts himself, lips and teeth attaching to your neck while his rough hands make quick work of your clothing.

Itto who would do anything for you. You're the only thing he possibly loves more than his bike and his gang--its obvious but they don't hold any resentment towards you at all. Quite the opposite. After all, how could they ever think badly of the person who makes Itto smile so brightly?

He's head over heels and everyone knows it. Sometimes you wonder if it's all moving too fast--a biker gang leader is a far cry from the elegant fairytale princes you grew up reading about.

"When ya gonna move in with me?"

He asks with weakly feigned nonchalance, large hand kneading you bare thigh partially in nervousness but mostly because he's obsessed with the softness of your skin.

The two of you sit huddled under the canopy of some random shop in the forgotten backstreets of the city, rain pouring buckets in front of your faces. Neither of you brought an umbrella.

"Are you sure you want to be roommates with me? We haven't been dating for that long, who knows what secret bad living habits I could have," you try to jest. You attempt something lighthearted and dismissive, something that's the complete antithesis of how your heart rate picks up at just the thought of moving in with him. It sounds so intimate, so long-term, so real.

It's terrifying.

It's everything you've ever wanted.

[gay4harm]

Pick a side

Paring: Shuri x Riri x Reader

Warning: None really except implied smut, makeout session, reader in a theater nerd, I think das it

A/N: Soo I know I'm supposed to be working on Who is she? but this was just stuck in my head and I had to get the idea out. This will have multiple parts to it. Lmk if you guys want more of it. (This is kinda proofread)

Shuri and Riri were known for being very competitive. They'd see who could finish certain projects first or silly things like seeing who could finish eating first, but most of all they loved seeing who could get the girl first.

Who could fuck her before the other but in the end it always ended with both of them fucking some random and them leaving right after.

This whole thing was Shuri's idea, after losing her family she had developed a few bad habits, she'd drink, party and sleep with women, the ones who would be willing to hookup with no strings attached.

Riri saw this and although she was a bit worried she knew Shuri was a big girl and even when Riri said anything shuri would just shut it down, so the only thing Riri could do was try and be there just in case something happened.

So this is how they got in this predicament, one of their friends telling them everythig he knew about you which was. "Yeah nah thats Y/N, she bad as hell ain't she?"

Riri and shuri nodded as they observed you with your tight black dress on, hair pulled back in a ponytail showing off your black smokey eye makeup and glossed, plump, dark red colored lips, shuri wandered what they would feel like wrapped around her strap and Riri noticed how familiar you looked, like she had met you from before.

Their friend spoke up again. "I tried to get with her last semester but she was playing all hard to get and shii"

"did you ever get with her?" Riri asked. "Nah she real stuck up, acting like she better than everyone."

That's just what Shuri wanted; someone she could breakdown, a real challenge.

"How much you want to bet I could hit that?" Riri looked at Shuri offended as she let a soft scoff fall from her lips. "Nigga you couldn't bag a bitch as bad as her"

"Oh you think I can't?"

"Nigga I know you can't"

"Oh well that sounds like a challenge, two weeks, who ever sleeps with her first wins. Deal?" Shuri stuck her hand out ready to make the deal as Riri hesitantly took Shuri's hand firmly and shook it. "Deal"

Just as Riri let go of shuri's hand she got up and walked over to you who was leaning on a kitchen counter with a cup in hand.

"Hey how you doing pretty?"

"Oh hi" Riri was surprised at your voice; small, southern with a bit of sultriness to it, she would have never expected you to sound as you did. Your resting bitch face gave off the impression that your voice would sound smokey, low and honestly she thought you would be a bit bitchy, as in you would try and dismiss her for coming up to you. She didn't expect you to sound sweet like honey or for when she came over your eyes lit up as if you had been waiting for this moment.

"Oh wow, I'm sorry I just- I didn't expect you to sound like that" You giggle slightly at her words before responding. "Its fine, you would be surprised at how much people say that"

"Uh, I'm Riri, it's nice to meet you" Riri stuck her hand out and you took it, a bit taken aback at how her hands had a slight roughness to them while yours were soft and well moisturized. "I know who you are Riri." Riri furrowed her eyebrows confused at how you knew her, maybe it was just from around school. You noticed her confusion and gave her the same look with your head tilted, did she really not remember you? "We live across from each other.... we're in the same study group" You could tell when the realization hit Riri, what looked like disappointment flashed across her face. "Shit I'm sorry, I knew you looked familiar, I just forgot where"

"Its fine, I've been told I have a very forgettable face." Riri didn't laugh at first and instead looked apologetic but you were just joking of course. You knew Riri had a busy life, not only did she barely come to the study group you guys were in, you two hadn't crossed paths that many time and if you did it was a quick glance and small smile that usually occurred, never going as far as talking.

"Its ok you can laugh, its supposed to be funny" Riri's face was wiped of any uncertainty and instead you two shared the same sheepish chuckle not being able to look each other in the eye.

Its not that it was awkward or anything

you didn't know what it was, well you knew what it was for you. You were a bit nervous, you've had the biggest crush on Riri and honestly you were horrible at flirting, especially when you were put on the spot like this. If it was someone else than you would have been a bit more confident but this was Riri. Someone you were completely head over for. The whole party scene wasn't something you were used to nor was the dress and makeup, it was all a product of your friend Kourtney who had basically dragged you here, at first you were a bit upset but now you were glad you came.

"So uh... you wanna dance?" You looked up from your cup a bit surprised at Riri's question but before you could answer she grabbed your hand and led you to the center of the room where other sweaty bodies were grinding on each other to fast pace songs, that was until a slower song began to play. (play the song bookie)

As the song started you look around to see people grinding on each other in sinful ways, slow dancing or for the people who didn't have anyone to dance with they sat and watch waiting for the next fast paced song to play. Riri began to slowly sway to the music as you stood awkwardly, her hand snaked around your waist pulling you close, you tensed up in response not used to something like this

Riri noticed how uncomfortable you seemed and leaned into your ear, her warm breath making you shiver. "I don't bite, you know" You lean in to hear her better. "I said I don't bite, not unless you want me to" You smile softly at her as she turns you so now your back is pressed against her front with your ass on her crotch.

Never been scared to get wet

No umbrella, you can rain all night

Ooh, woah, woah

And go 'head and drench me with your body

By the time you're finished, baby, I'll be Covered in you, ooh, yeah, yeah

Covered in you

Ooh, you know when we're through

'Cause I'll be covered in you

You begin to move slightly on Riri, unsure of what you were doing

This wasn't exactly your scene.

You were use to singing and dancing during rehearsals, in between work and classes not partying, it wasn't how you were. Being good looking attracted people but you never really gave them the time of day especially when you could tell they only wanted one thing. So you didn't know why you were here, grinding on Riri Williams to a Chris Brown song but you were and it was the best thing ever.

You began to move more fluently with Riri's hands on your hips guiding you.

You know I won't stop 'til I feel it overflowin'

Tell me, tell me, baby, would you mind

If I just jump right in and take the dive? ('Cause I)

Never been scared to get wet

No umbrella, you can rain all night

Ooh, woah, woah (Woah)

And go 'head and drench me with your body

By the time you're finished, baby, I'll be Covered in you, ooh, yeah, yeah

Covered in you

Ooh, you know when we're through

'Cause I'll be covered in you

I ain't runnin'

Keep it comin'

'Til I'm covered, baby

Covered in you

You know when we're through Until I'm covered in you

You had fully went loose, slowly grinding and swaying to the music with Riri behind you, kissing on your neck setting off a fire in you, her lips on you felt so good, so right, like they were made for you.

"You wanna go upstairs ma?" You thought about her question at first, not sure if you should go but then you thought about the way she felt and her lips and their softness, you thought about how much you liked having her hands on you and how you needed them everywhere.

So your reply was obvious as you turned to face her. "I would love to"

She takes your hand, moving through the sea of bodies, as you guys go up the stairs and in one of the unoccupied rooms she sits you down on the edge of the bed with her on the other side of you. No words are passed between the two of you until Riri speaks up. "You ok? You seem a little nervous." You look up at her knowing that she was right, you were nervous. Once again this wasn't something you were used to, you had only ever been with one other person and they were the reason why you were the way you were, shy and reserved, and to some people boring and stuck up.

"Yeah I'm cool just a little nervous"

"There ain't nothing to be nervous about, I'm not gonna hurt you, just wanna make you feel good." Riri grabs your chin making you look at her. She pulls you closer until your lips are just barely touching, not wanting to wait anymore you capture your lips on hers.

They were just as you expected, soft, supple and honestly to you it appeared that she might have more than enough experience with this.

At first it started off with sweet small pecks that turned into something heated, Riri let go enough to bit your bottom lip making your mouth go ajar, she took the opportunity to slid her tongue in your mouth.

She gets a hold of your jaw making you tilt your head up to deepen the kiss, the taste of her cherry lip balm swarmed in your mouth making its way into your mind savoring the flavor, her flavor, her scent, the way her hand traveled up and down your body until it stopped to take hold of your breast with one gentle squeeze.

She was so addicting, everything else was wiped from your mind except the feeling of Riri, you wondered if you went through her mind just as she did with yours.

So when Riri pulled away you were confused, that was until you realized someone had been knocking on the door. She yelled out hoping the mystery person would leave.

"Yo its occupied." She turned back to you to resume your little makeout session but before she could a few more knocks and a voice cut it off. "It me Riri, we gotta go, some business to take care of." Riri got up clearly annoyed, she swung the door open coming face to face with Shuri who had a sly smirk on her face.

"Can't you go handle it yourself, I'm kinda in the middle of something." They both look back at you as you spoke up. "No I mean it's fine, you should go take care of your business, I should get going anyway my friends probably wondering where I went."

You got up heading toward the door but just as your about to walk out Riri grabs your arm. "Before you go let me get cha number, you know so we can finish what we started." She pulls her phone out so you can put your number in and you take it ready to do so. After you left, pushing pass Shuri and into the crowd.

"What the fuck, why would you do that?"

Shuri looks at Riri amused

"Do what?"

You see Kourtney walking up to her, she looks relieved as she grabs you by your shoulders. "God where have you been? I've been looking all over for you." You didn't reply. What would you have said, 'I was upstairs with Riri Williams about to sleep with her until Shuri Udaka, the queen on wakanda decided to interrupt'

There was to much to explain and you were not in the right mind set to explain it. "Can we just go? I don't want to be here anymore" Kourtney looked confused as you pulled her towards the door. "But what-"

"I'll explain later" You both get in the car, driving off to your apartment.

You had lived in a apartment with two of your best friends, Gina and Kourtney. They were your best friends since high school along with Ashlyn of course. You all had decided to go to MIT together which was the best decision ever made. You were here with your three best friends and it made you feel at home, they were like your sisters.

As you got back to your shared apartment, there sat Gina and Ashlyn waiting on the both of you. "Hey, how was the party?" Gina asked from the couch. "Hey, yeah it was cool" You replied as you walked into your bedroom. "Um are we gonna forget about earlier? You forgot to tell me what happened" Kourtney shouted out.

"I didn't forget I'm just- you know... coming down from it"

"Wait coming back from what? What happened?" Ashlyn asked confused just as everyone else. You walk out, now in sweatpants and a tank top. As you do you blurt out. "I almost had sex with Riri Williams"

Everyone turns to stared at you, stunned by your words.

"You did what?"

"It just kind of happened, we didn't get that far"

"Well what stopped you?" Kourtney scooted closer to you, waiting for an answer. "Someone was knocking on the door and it turned out to be Shuri Udaka as in Wakandan royalty."

"Wait you said Shuri Udaka as in like the queen on Wakanda?" You shake your head at Gina's question. "Girl did you not know their dating?" Your eyes widen and your mouth parts to show your shock

"Are you serious!?" Many things were swarming through your head.

Why would Riri try and cheat on Shuri with you at the same party Shuri was at?

Why was Shuri so calm when Riri opens the door and why didn't she say anything?

Was she planning on getting back at both you and Riri later?

Or did she just not care?

Was this a part of some type of game or prank?

Did Riri actually like you?

"Look I doubt anything's going to happen, right?" You look up at Ashlyn as you could tell her voice was laced with false hope. You gave her a weak smile, got up, said your goodbyes and walked back to your room hoping to forget everything that happened.

You woke up, had forgotten about the events that occured last night. Instead you got out of bed, ate breakfast and just as you were about to get ready for the day someone knocked on the door.

Gina was the first to answer it while you began to pick out your outfit for the day.

You began to notice that you hadn't heard the door close but you had heard it open, so you walk out to see it anything had happened.

You had imagined that maybe it was the RA or an old friend so you walk out not expecting much.

But as to what was happening at the front door, it was actually something a lot different.

"Is Y/N here?"

"Um no... no she is not"

"Well do you know when she'll be home or at least where she'll be?"

Just as Gina was about to answer, you walked in

"Gigi who's at the door?" You stop in your tracks to see Shuri, sporting a black tracksuit with her signature black shades. You'd be lying if you said she didn't look good.

Both Gina and Shuri look at you and as they do the events of last night are flooded back in your mind.

"Y/N, do you mind if I talk to you?"

"Uhh yeah of course come in."

Shuri steps pass Gina as she closes the door. Gina walks back to her room hoping to forget all this happened.

As soon as she leaves you speak up. "Ok look if your here to like kill me or something then you should know I didn't even know you and Riri were in a relationship. If I did then I would have never-"

"You think I came here to hurt you for kissing my girlfriend?" Pure confusion was laced over Shuri's face. "Well I mean I would, or at least I'd be pretty upset, but you don't seem upset at all actually."

"Well that is because I'm not." Now instead of Shuri being confused you were.

"Ok so your not mad?"

"Not at all, in fact I'd love it if you were to join me at a party next week"

"Um I'm actually not very fond of parties"

"Well maybe we could grab a drink... at my place"

"You want to hang out at your place?" Shuri gives you a simple shake of her head. You think about it at first and there's only one clear answer.

"That sounds lovely Shuri but I'm gonna have to decline."

Shuri was filled with shock at your decline, this hadn't ever really happened before. Of course there were people who would say no for the fun of it but with you it seemed like you were completely uninterested.

"Ok well are you sure?"

"Positive, now if there isn't anything else you'd like to talk to me about then I suggest you leave."

You walk her out, closing the door as you head to get ready for your day.

While you put the final touches on your outfit and finish up your look, your phone goes off.

You look to see a unknown number but as you read the message you find out to see its Riri texting you a simple good morning text followed by 'how'd you sleep?'

You smile with the thought that Riri might have actually been thinking about you.

You text back with a good morning to start off, ending with 'I slept well, hbu?'

after that the two of you talked the whole day even when you two saw each other in a few classes. The day ended too soon and the only thing you could think about as you walked back to your dorm was how you couldn't wait to see her again.

The same thing went through Riri's head, she actually enjoyed talking to you. You weren't like the other brainless girls she normally spoke to.

She knew this would have to end soon but did it really?

A/N: She's finally done girly pop

It's actually crazy because I have so many other fics I need to finish and start but I had to feed the Shuriri x reader girlie cause I myself am one.

Anywayssss I hope you guys enjoyed this and please remember that I love when you guys tell me how you feel about it so please do.

[princessscopia]

Heart without a Home

Chapter 4 - The Rat

Ao3 Link

No Smut but lots of awkward interaction

Excellente - Excellent Sorella - Sister Piccolo - Little One

You made a couple friends and they helped make you feel like this was the right choice, even though it felt like a fever dream. No one had really caught your eye romantically, though you had a couple one night stands with a few siblings. Papa Terzo was the heartthrob of the ministry, you had learned quickly. He seemed to sleep with every sibling at least once, and you were no exception even in your short weeks here. He was good in bed, you could admit, but you could tell it was just a fun thing for him. Honestly it kinda made you feel bad for the siblings who were smitten with him, that man would never settle down, not when he could keep having anyone he wanted at any time. Otherwise though, you enjoyed the few conversations you had with him, he was charismatic and impulsive, but truly kind if not a little stupid from arrogance.

You had been here about a month when you were assigned to his class. A beginner’s Latin course that everyone here was encouraged to take. When you saw Cardinal Copia would be the teacher your breath caught. You hadn’t talked to the man since your first day here, and had honestly managed to not think about it too much since you were so busy. You sighed, telling yourself it wasn't a big deal. After all, it was just a random awkward meeting. Plus other siblings of sin talked negatively of him, awkward and strict, always busy if he wasn’t teaching classes. 

The class was your first class after your breakfast shift at the cafeteria. Wiping sweat from your brow, you pulled your apron off and hung it up before hurrying to a restroom to make sure you didn’t look a mess and to adjust your habit. You fixed your makeup and nodded to your reflection before heading to the classroom, determined to not make this weird. Something that you were unfortunately very good at. 

Slipping into the classroom, you kept your head down and went to a desk closest to a window. Other siblings were taking their time coming in and you sighed and smoothed your skirt and looked at the book you were given for this class. You looked up when the voices around you silenced, seeing Cardinal come into the classroom. At least he wasn't riding his stupid tricycle this time, you smirked slightly at the thought. The smirk quickly went away when his eyes met yours and he raised a brow, noticing the look on your face. You looked away. 

He started class like normal and you took notes, genuinely interested in learning languages, and his accent honestly just made it easier to listen too. This would definitely be helpful for some of your other classes too. Soon enough class was over though. You started packing up and the Cardinal walked up to your desk. 

“Sorella, before you go” he said, startling you. He held up his hands when you jumped. “Eh sorry.. I just wanted to ask how you were settling in. I heard you decided to stay but haven't gotten a chance to talk to you” 

“Oh…” you said looking at his awkward smile and mismatched eyes “Yeah, Things are good. Thank you Cardinal” you gave him a soft smile back. “I appreciate you checking in. I am enjoying it.” 

“Eccellente!” he nodded, “If you need help with anything, feel free to let me know, si?” You nodded, shoving your books in your bag. 

“Thanks again,” you said, standing from your desk. “Will do, Cardinal”  He nodded and walked towards his desk, sitting down in the chair. 

“Okie dokie, See you tomorrow” he said, giving you another little wave as you headed to the door. “Oh Sorella,” he said quickly, you turned your head to him “You have a handprint…eh” he pointed towards your butt. You blushed, pulling the fabric of your habit to see the flour you had forgotten to check for. Fuck

“Oh… uh.. Thanks for telling me.” you said quickly and darted out the door, dusting yourself off, face reddened. How was it that the two times you've talked to this man you've embarrassed yourself? 

The rest of the day went mostly smoothly. After class you went back to the kitchen for the dinner rush. You tried to get your mind off of the embarrassment from earlier. There were plenty of breads, cookies and pastries that needed to be baked and prepped for the next morning so you let yourself get lost in your work. 

You were lost in thought when you heard a woman scream in the fridge. You threw your towel down and rushed in to see a Sister smacking at something moving. It took you a moment but then you realized it was a rat. 

"Hold on, don't hurt it!" You said nudging your fellow sibling out of the way, shooing them out of the room. You had a soft spot for rodents and odd pets, often seen as nothing but pests. You grabbed a slice of cheese and held it out to the scared rat, which had now backed itself under a shelf. "Come on little guy, it's alright I won't hurt you" you cooed. It sniffed and after a moment came right to your hand. You picked it up and realized there was no way this fat little rodent was a wild rat. It had to be someone's pet.  "Where did you come from lil dude?" You asked it, giving it light scritches on its little head.  

"WHERE IS RIGATONI?" A panicked Italian accent rang out. You sighed. Of course it was Cardinal Copia. "He's missing, where is he??" His voice was distressed, his accent much thicker from emotion. He was talking to the sibling who had been screaming earlier. You stood with the little rat in hand.

"Is this Rigatoni?" You asked Stepping out of the fridge. Cardinal whipped around and looked at you, his face red and blotchy, eyes wide. He looked like he was about to cry. You held out the little rat to him. He breathed a huge sigh of relief and nodded. 

"S-si, thank you so much Sorella" he gently took the rat from you, holding him close. "Rigatoni, you scare me half to death." He told the rat softly. You smiled at how much he cared for the little rodent. "I was bringing you snacks, Piccolo, please do not sneak out like that again, it's dangerous." 

"I'm glad he's alright" you said, giving a small laugh "Sister was ready to smack the little guy across the kitchen." You closed the walk in fridge door and walked back to your station. 

"Sorella, truly I can't thank you enough," Copia said following you to your station "anyone else…eh, well they do not take kindly to my pets." He frowned softly at that, "I appreciate your kindness" 

"Oh it's nothing" you replied quickly "I am pretty fond of rodents, they're sweet little guys. I think they have a bad reputation." Cardinals eyes widened and he nodded.

"Si si! Exactly. Bad reputation, but they are very smart and loving" he gushed. You felt your cheeks heating up, his love and excitement for the rodents was endearing. Turning to go back to work you felt his hand stop you. “Ah, Sorella…  maybe you would like to come by sometime and meet my other rats?” he asked after a moment. You turned to look at him again, eyes wide. “Eh.. If you want to, of course?”

“Yes” you answered a little too quickly, causing yourself to blush more furiously “I’d love to come meet them” you tried to regain your composure, a small smile on your face. His eyes lit up a little, his cheeks pink as well. “Maybe later this week?” 

“Si, Si! Ah, Friday afternoon perhaps?” he offered. You nodded.

[thesleepy1]

Break My Heart, Why Don't You?

A/N: Okay, okay, I know I should actually be working on real requests and stuff but season 3 of the witcher came out and no one told me so…you know. I just had to get a random burst of inspiration and motivation for writing. It’s not like I’m due into work in twenty minutes or anything. 

Pairings: Geralt x Jaskier 

Summary: An alternate version of Jaskier’s and Geralt’s reunion because what the hell was that???

Word count: 473

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, Jaskier!whump, 

“Jaskier—I need you.” 

Jaskier looked up at the man, no witcher who came barging into his cell. Geralt had a habit of doing that—pushing his way through life with brute force and a stubborn attitude. Once upon a time, Jaskier had admired him for it. He had once thought that Geralt was the other side to his coin, always pressed together but never quite touching. His other half in a way. It had been the wishful thinking of a fool who followed the white haired individual for twenty years aimlessly hoping that his affections were returned. 

Jaskier had been proven wrong by all accounts. 

“Y-you need me?” Jaskier most definitely did not stutter. If hard pressed he would blame the lack of water and the insufficient food that he was fed in the cell. “You,” he empathized his point by pressing his pointer finger accusingly into Geralt’s ridiculous new armor. There was a miniscule part of his lovesick mind that thought it was hot, but that part of him was quickly snuffed out. “Need me?” 

“Yes, Jaskier,” Geralt insisted, “It’s urgent. We need to go now.” 

“What part of you thinks that I would go with you?” Jaskier said, his voice smaller than he needed it to be. He wished that he had Geralt’s rough, low tones. Jaskier couldn’t growl the same way the witcher could. 

Geralt furrowed his brows in confusion. “I—I’m sorry…” 

“After all this time?” 

“You know I’m not good with words, Jask.” 

“So you’re not even going to make an attempt?” Jaskier crossed his arms across his chest. It was not a barrier between him and the witcher. It was not. It just made him appear more cross. 

“That’s not what I meant—” 

“I want you to turn around and close the door on your way out,” Jaskier forced his voice to be firm. He needed to do this. He couldn’t bend over backwards every time that Geralt wanted him. He would not be some pushover that got dragged into yet another one of Geralt’s messes. Jaskier thought they were friends and if Geralt wanted him to help him, then the witcher was going to have to give back all that he had received. “Come back when you have an actual apology. I am done being your sidekick. I am my own man now, Geralt. If I wanted to get out of this cell, I could do it myself. You’re a big boy yourself. Figure out your own messes for once.” 

Geralt looked like he wanted to say something. He sighed and his eyes went almost tearful. It nearly made Jaskier budge, but Jaskier was a stronger man than that. He had turned over a new leaf. He had to do this for himself, for his own heart. Jaskier didn’t think he could survive another heartbreak like that. 

“Go.”

[toovaeloe]

voicemails | “can we get back together please..? AAAAAGGHHHH—please?—AAAGAGHHHHH”

mdni

satoru gojo x genderneutral reader

You broke things off like…over a month ago. He’s over it. He doesn’t care. It’s whatever.

…

…he hasn’t moved on. He’s blowing up your phone.

☁️📞☁️

Satoru Gojo is the strongest. He’s good at everything— no, the best at everything, the honored one, blah blah blah. That’s not ego talking, of course, he just knows he can have whatever he wants, whenever he wants, no matter what.

Except you, apparently.

It’s been a month, 2 weeks, and 4 days since you broke things off. On a Tuesday, by the way. He thinks, because he doesn’t care enough to remember. Not that he doesn’t care at all, it’s just that he doesn’t care anymore than you care. Or whatever.

Because why would he need to care? Refer back to paragraph one; he could have whoever he wants. But it doesn’t mean he needs you or anything. He can live without you. It’s not that hard. He has hobbies, interests, friends. He’s his own person.

The fact that he showed up at your door the day after the breakup was like… a parting courtesy. Yeah. He just wanted to end things smoothly, on good terms, he just needed clarity. The accusation that he was constantly stalking your social medias was insulting. That being said, he knew you were only posting yourself having fun, going out, hanging with friends, etc. etc. because you were trying to make him jealous. It had to be a ploy; you trying to show him you were doing fine without him. He didn’t buy into it. As if he even cared. That’s exactly why he didn’t scour through your followers to face match the random fuck whose arm you were hanging off of in your Instagram story. Who the hell has over 3 underscores in their username? He’s not even that good looking. Satoru bet that he could buy half a pair of shoes with his net worth. If even that.

The flowers he had mailed to you with the envelopes full of gift cards spritzed with his cologne every week? It’s really not a big deal. He does that for all his exes— no, he bought them on accident and had no other use for them.

But his most consistent habit he didn’t quite have an excuse for were his nonstop calls, all of which went unanswered. And when that happened he always left a voicemail:

“What, you ignorin’ me now? That’s cute. Call me back, huh?” Arrogant.

“I was thinking about you tonight…maybe I could pick you up tomorrow? Y’know, go shopping or something, for old time’s sake. Think about it?” You did, almost considered calling back.

“Baaabbbyyy, ‘miss you so much…miss holding you…fuck, please pick up?” Whiny.

“I don’t know why you’re so hellbent on making me look so fucking pathetic, I-” Seething, you could practically imagine the bared frustrated teeth before the sigh that followed; envision the defeated hand running through his shaggy white hair. “Look, let’s just talk, alright? I just wanna hear your voice. Sweetheart, ple—“ Deleted.

You had accumulated an endless library of these voicemails. Satoru feared the day that your inbox would be full. Or the day you blocked him.

Until on the off chance, you picked up one day. Presumably to tell him to stop calling, but before you could even form a word you were cut off by the sniffling in the other line, the hiccuped breathing.

“Baby, baby is that you?? Shit, shit thank god- thank you,” He was sobbing in earnest, desperate voice breaking and quivering. He must have been a wreck on the other end, but he almost sounded giddy. “Can we get back together please???”

He anxiously awaited your response… which was: “…no.”

A strangled wail of pain is what followed immediately, like your single word had struck him as harshly as a physical blow. It could’ve been laughable if you weren’t so taken aback.

“—please???” He tried once more, a beat of silence following.

“…no-“

“uUUAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHAAWAAAAAH—“

a/n:

he’s pathetic…I think I’m cooking tbh 👩‍🍳🔥

it’s based off that one audio if yk what I’m talking abt it’s so gojo coded 😭

🤍uhh anyways ily have a great dayyy

[frostcorpsclub]

Name: Janet Octavia Frost

Nickname(s): Monkey, Her full name (what she usually hears from her mother), Interplanet Janet (when she’s an adult)

Main Ability: Cold Construct- Users can turn solidified cold into tools, objects, weapons and other items, create semi-living constructs and/or create structures/buildings of varying permanence. Users who have mastered this ability can use it for almost any situation, creating anything they need. (Source: Superpower wiki) 

Personality:  Janet is the daughter of perdition that abusive parents wish on their children, so they can see “what it was like to raise them,” but for the Frost parents she’s just another one of their little princesses. Both parties are a little right. Janet is the loud, hyperactive, wild child of the Frost family. She can always be seen sliding down the spiral steps, throwing herself from windows, or hitching rides on the light fixtures like a monkey. Luckily she has many creative pursuits to help keep her occupied too! This often leads people to think she’s not listening but she definitely is. She hears every comment and jab, every complaint. She just doesn’t care. Her annoyance of others can be very purposeful. Janet can tell that the way her family does things is not fair, and while she doesn’t necessarily care to push for big changes she does wish to shake things up and let it be known that Janet is Janet. Not just Janet Frost. She’s deeply sensitive to the feelings of others, which only goes so far but is something she struggles to properly express. To the extent her feelings will overwhelm her and she’ll prefer not to talk at all. Janet is very impulsive and often struggles with inhibitions, even when she doesn't fully want to do the thing she’s going through with. She’s mildly aware of social cues but not so much sarcasm, she’s developed a habit of saying random things sarcastically that she totally means to kind of make fun of her allistic siblings. Being forced to stay in one place gives her extreme anxiety, so you may correctly predict that she’s not very good at staying demure and lady-like as her mother wants. She has a very close relationship with her sister Josephine and the pair will often stand up for each other but Janet seems to need that less and less as she grows older, morphing in to someone just like the rest of them. Josephine isn’t sure how to feel about it but she’s sure it’s for the best. Janet is the one kid Suzy just cannot control to the extent she would wish to….yet. You see, Janet’s biggest flaw is that she can be bought. Quite literally. Money and gifts are a sure fire way to get on her good side, to any extent. Even if it means betraying her flimsy morals or making her forget the most grievous slight against her (for now.) The more of a chance to money grub she sniffs out the more snooty she becomes, but still with that classic rapscallion charm that always gets the money in her hands. When she cleans herself up she’s quite the beauty but if you’re not making at least six figures don’t even try. 

Trivia

Loves learning new instruments and can play a little bit of many of them, even if she’s not super good she likes knowing she can at least play a song or a few notes.

Despite being very musical she didn’t inherit her mother’s singing voice but likes to play the piano when the kids who do sing christmas carols.

She gets a habit of humming from her father and will always join in when she hears him doing it. 

She’s a dance machine! It’s her favorite way to stim!

Her power isn’t as useful as it sounds, she could make a hammer with ease but if she wanted to make something like a toaster she’d have to study the building manual in depth which is something she has neither the motivation or the attention span for. 

She has AuDhd, both autism and attention-deficit hyperactivity disorder

She loves the 60s-70s eras and emulates it in the way she dresses and the music she listens to.

[yogurtverse]

1: I think some random Pokemon story when I was like ten that has since been lost to time. Although if I recall that's where Ulrich came from, which is probably symbolic of something.

2: Romance. No clue where to start and no interest in really improving it. Yeah, those two are a couple now, moving on. Also noticed I have a habit of killing characters once they end up with somebody.

3: My current one. First time writing a full one different society as opposed to the urban fantasy of Destiny Destroyers or the single city block Criminal 20 takes place in, liking it a lot.

4: Criminal 20. Without giving anything away to potential new fans (wink wink nudge nudge) 19th, 13th, and one of the survivors changed places constantly. Not to mention who ended up being Ulrich's main companion.

5: Mostly dialogue and character focused, with all other things like setting being 100% in service of that.

6: Getting anything related to romance done. Thought a subplot parodying romance media would be funny, but a lot of it is tough to get through.

7: Lloyd. Can't even BEGIN to mention the shit he did without like 87 content warnings.

8: As of right now, Julian's my favourite character to write.

9: Keep writing and power through. Also include a lot of music references in my work, so new music will often help (thanks Kero Kero Bonito)

10: The few key moments I have planned I usually stick to, everything else I just kinda make up. I find it's fun to just drop people in a setting and see what I can do with it.

11: I do have an idea for Criminal 20. Short prequel that details how exactly everyone got thrown into the gauntlet. Especially since I don't think I even mentioned the crimes of what a couple of them did.

12: I suppose influences from real people will always seep in, but I try not to. I even avoid having my characters share a name with anyone I know IRL to avoid influence from them sinking in.

13: Fuck her. But her current actions give the truly oppressed (lifelong Harry Potter haters) a voice to speak out.

14: Opening chapters, I guess? Set the tone for the whole story to come, as well as introduce a tone associated with a character so readers will know what to expect with them.

15: Currently, the big reveal about Roxanne in Miracle Weapon Hunt. I thought I had it in the bag but the first draft is kinda trash. Will work on it later, however.

16: Aurora. Tried making her more sympathetic partways into Criminal 20 to better explain her relationship to Amber and make certain scenes with her hit harder. If I do write the prequel I imagine her section will be bigger.

17: I always kinda did it but for whatever reason JoJo's Bizarre Adventure part 4 kicked my desire to create stuff into overdrive. Still don't know how that series took such a strangle hold on my psyche.

18: life is good so far. Got a new gaming PC, so that's nice. Dragon Ball Z Kakarot and Persona 5 tactica are both pretty fun.

19: Dominic, I guess? Granted he's way cooler than me.

20: I guess Ulrich? IDK all my ocs are a little fucked I really don't idealise any of them.

21: Can't really think of any.

22: Kill 6 in Criminal 20. Had fun with that one.

23: God shows up to a high school and unlocks each kid there's latent powers. Their new goal. Either kill them, or be the last one standing.

24: Man Wendy didn't deserve to go through any of that shit did she. She was like 15 damn.

25: Hey could your main OC beat Goku?

Writer's Ask Game

There are a couple weird and unrelated questions in there.

What was the first thing you ever wrote for yourself? Not for a school assignment but for your own enjoyment.

That one genre you always try to avoid writing about and why?

The WIP you are most attached to.

How many times have you been thrown off plot for a particular WIP?

How would you describe your writing style? Does your writing style change for different WIPs? If yes describe all or maybe just a few.

Which part of writing annoys you the most?

Which OC do you want to punch in the face?

Which OC do you think you will enjoy enacting and why?

How do you get rid of writers block? (I wanna know your secret method)

How often do you stick to your original plot?

Tell me about that spinoff you had for your WIP.

Do you have any characters based off people you know?

Unrelated but what are your opinions on J.K.Rowling?

How do you set the mood for the story?

Is there any scene you were/ are scared of writing? Why?

Have you ever made any major changes to any of you OCs? Which and why?

What/Who influenced you to start writing and why do you write?

Babble. Just talk about anything or everything. How's life going?

Which OC do you relate to the most?

Which OC do you wish you were? Why?

Have you thrown any writing rules that everybody follows out of the window?

Any OC that you killed cold heartedly without a second thought?

Tell me about your newest WIP idea. Even if you haven't written it down. Even if it will die in a matter of days.

Talk about the adorable cinnamon roll OC.

There is no 25th question. Let the person who asks decide what it should be.